The rustling sound was very soft, like someone stepping on fallen leaves, and like the wind blowing into the forest, Zhuo Zangfeng frowned, carefully distinguishing the difference between the sounds. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

After a moment's wait, the sound drifted away, and through the rhythmic stampede, and the thick snort, he could hear the sound of a four-hoofed animal, not a human footstep.

Maybe a wild boar or a leopard?

The forest was too quiet, and after a fierce battle, the beasts couldn't help but come out to move.

Her Royal Highness the princess was half-holding Huiyue's body, and the face towel covering her face also fell to the ground.

Her beautiful eyes flashed with tears, showing great sadness.

"Dig a hole...... The master is buried!"

Is it a request or an order? Zhuo Zangfeng didn't know very well, but at this juncture, he was still thinking about a lifeless body, didn't he want to run for his life now? Is he still waiting for the black-faced monk to chase after him?

However, he quickly understood that the princess would not leave if the person lying in front of him was Duan Qianhua or Meng Taixu, then he would never leave even if he knew that he would die.

Touching the long sword on the ground, Zhuo Zangfeng stood up, slowly touched a thick pine tree, carved a few words on the body of the tree with the sword, and then walked to the princess with his memory, dragged Huiyue's body to the pit, filled it with soil, and then covered it with a thick layer of leaves.

After doing this, he thought about it, bent down and dug another hole on the other side, put the wooden box in and filled it with earth, and finally slapped it with both hands to see if it was completely filled.

In fact, he never said that he couldn't see with his eyes, but he knew that the princess was just like him.

He was afraid that the noble and fragile princess would lose confidence and would not have the courage to walk out of the woods again. So I've been tight-lipped all the time.

The poison of the witch sword attacked rapidly, and both of them were injured to varying degrees.

For the princess, it is an injury on injury, and for Zhuo Zangfeng, in addition to not being able to see with his eyes, he is temporarily blessed by misfortune because his eyes cannot see.

The opening of the eyes is yang, and the combination is yin.

Moreover, the witch sword is also condensed with the most yin and poisonous qi in the world, coupled with the fact that the eyes do not see things, the yin and yang qi in the body temporarily tends to be in a peaceful state, maintaining the concept of yin and yang harmony without dispute and no disputes.

At the very least, it can be regarded as fighting poison with poison.

The feeling of burning in his heart slowed down, and Zhuo Zangfeng carried the princess behind his back, as if he was carrying a wooden box on his back, and with great difficulty with his keen hearing, groped his way forward in the forest.

He would make some markings on each trip, not so much to confuse his pursuers, but more to make it easier to find the crate when he came back later.

I don't know if it was night or day, I don't know how long I walked, many times I hit a tree, many times I stepped into a mud puddle, many times I cut my cheek with a branch, how many times my clothes were scratched by a thorn black locust, but he didn't say a word, and the princess behind him was not hurt except for the bumps.

The princess had never been so close to the opposite sex, and seeing that this guy couldn't help but say that she would hold herself behind her back and lift her feet and leave, she instinctively wanted to refuse, but she didn't have the slightest strength in her body, so she could only be at his mercy.

On the back of a teenager, I could smell the sweat emanating from his body, listen to his slightly heavy breathing, and feel that he was not walking very fast, and on several occasions he almost threw himself off, but he was held tighter by his strong arms.

After a long time, the night spread, and everywhere there was a dark dead silence.

Both of them slowly come to terms with the harsh reality of blindness in their own ways.

No one cried, no one disagreed, this was not providence, at least it was a setback on their path of cultivation.

It was not easy to get out of the forest, especially for the two people who couldn't see anything, although Zhuo Zangfeng's ears were sharper after he lost his sight, but his ears couldn't tell the direction.

Fortunately, there is wind, and the wind in early winter has begun to sharpen its knives for the harsh winter, and there is also a cold feeling on the face.

Walking with the wind is a way out, so you don't go in the wrong direction.

After a journey, the irritability in his heart could not be dissipated, and the fiery breath in the sea of dantian qi rushed straight up, Zhuo Zangfeng's lips began to dry and crack, and there seemed to be fire in his throat and nostrils.

How could the Yin Poison of the Witch Sword compete with the Yang Qi of the Sword Yuan? It didn't take long for that uncomfortable feeling to permeate the whole body again.

He endured it for a long time, and walked a few more miles, and with hunger in his belly, his limbs began to weaken, and when he came to a gentle place, he slowly put the princess on the ground, sat down, and gasped.

The princess sat down on the thick fallen leaves, took her head and asked, "Are you hurt?"

A wry smile appeared at the corner of Zhuo Zangfeng's mouth, "No!"

"Although I can't run the vitality in my body, my feelings can't be wrong, you must be injured. ”

"Nope. ”

"And how long do we have to go?"

"Soon. ”

The princess did not get a satisfactory answer from his answer, thought for a moment, and asked, "Their target is me, why don't you leave me alone and run away?"

Zhuo Zangfeng was anxious at this time, and he only felt that the princess was very annoying, and he was rambling to talk some useless nonsense, but if he didn't answer, wouldn't it mean that he was injured?

"I didn't run away because you are my Royal Highness the princess of the Tang Dynasty. ”

This answer was a bit surprising to the princess, no matter how you look at it, the young man in front of him doesn't look like a guy who is greedy for fame and good at drilling, how could he say this?

Could it be that he is finally not exempt from vulgarity?

successfully rescued Her Royal Highness the Princess, then when he returned to Chang'an, he was a meritorious man, and with the prestige of Her Royal Highness the Princess, it is not difficult to ask for an official position, and it is not impossible to reach the sky in one step.

"If I weren't a princess, would you still save me?"

"Yes!"

This answer surprised the princess again.

"How?"

Zhuo Zangfeng pondered for a moment, and said resolutely: "That monk's swordsmanship does not have my prosperous Tang atmosphere, demonic and deceitful, judging by the situation, it should be from the Yanzhiguo witch sword lineage." ”

The princess pondered, "You can see it, but what does this have to do with saving people?"

At this time, the princess thought that Zhuo Zangfeng intended to change the topic, but she did not get an answer, so she continued to ask.

In many things, men are good at talking about him, but women are better at breaking the casserole to ask the end, or curiosity kills cats.

"What does this have to do with saving people?"

"Because I don't want to see my Datang people being killed by foreign aliens. ”

"That's it!"

The princess was a little shocked, but she also had a sense of loss for some reason.

Zhuo Zangfeng was afraid that she would ask some strange questions again, so he recovered a little strength, and immediately put him on his back again, and said, "Say less, we are not out of danger." ”

......

The sea of qi absorbed the vitality, and the skeleton monk's face slowly moistened, and it no longer looked so dry, but had a black and oily color.

On the top of the mountain peak in the distance, a white-headed and black-feathered falcon swept through the trees, found the people underground, stretched out its steel-like claws, pulled out the green dragon sword inserted in the ancient pine, flew around the air, and landed next to the black-faced monk who was injured by his luck.

The skeleton monk heard the tremor of the eagle's wings, opened his eyes, and pointed in the northwest direction, and the bald eagle chirped softly a few times, spread its wings and flew high into the air, gradually sinking behind the overlapping mountains.

He closed his eyes again, carefully felt the vitality, and ran the meridians all over his body.

The meridians that were injured by Huiyue's vitality were twisted and entangled, and there were still remnants of the other party's Xuan Qi in some places, if it weren't for his internal organs, the eight veins of the Qi Meridian would have been practiced as hard as steel, and they had already been broken inch by inch.

The people of Yanzhi regard the eagle as a god, called the witch bird, and the bald eagle of the skeleton monk is extraordinary, so he went to deliver the news, but after a while, I believe that many fellow disciples will rush here.

Due to underestimating the strength of the guards escorting the princess of the Tang Dynasty this time, the skeleton monk suffered a heavy loss in this battle, and his vitality could not be recovered in a short time, so he had to suppress the injury first and summon the same door to find the princess first.

The Tang Kingdom and the Yan Zhi Kingdom were neighbors of each other, and they had already signed a peace treaty, and the skeleton monk was not sure that King Qing Shui Mu would dare to send the blood of the Tang princess to his son.

This will lead to extremely serious rectification consequences, if the Tang Dynasty is angry, then millions of elite soldiers are simply not something that Yan Zhiguo can resist. What's more, the king's favorite daughter, His Royal Highness Yueyue, is still in the Tang Dynasty, so this issue must not be treated lightly.

The vitality between heaven and earth continued to flow into the skeleton monk's body, and then precipitated in his dantian qi sea, and with the black-faced monk's incantation, the vitality that had just been absorbed continued to wash over the curved meridians.

Just like the ebb and flow of the tide, the sand and gravel on the seashore change back and forth with the tide, some of the sand is carried into the sea and can never come ashore, and some is left on the beach to allow a certain artist to write a poem on it.

The injured meridians are like gravel blocked inside, and only when they are washed out of the sea of meridian qi can they absorb the vitality between heaven and earth unimpeded.

The skeleton monk's face was sometimes dark and sometimes dry, which was exactly the meridians that he used to use the vitality in the sea of qi to impact the damaged meridians, driving away the vitality left in Huiyue's body.

The whistling of a bald eagle was heard in mid-air, and when he opened his eyes, the twilight was in all directions, and there was a vast expanse around him.

The disciples of the sect came with the Xuanying Blue Wolf, although they were not as fast as the flying sword, but the momentum was also amazing.

The Xuanying Blue Wolf was domesticated by Sumeru for fifty years of painstaking efforts, and its size was the size of a calf, but its intelligence was not high, but the cruelty of its character seemed to be above that of the fierce beast.

Six men dressed in the costumes of Yan Zhiguo carried long swords on their backs, and saw the skeleton monk sitting on the ground, jumping off the wolf's back, and respectfully standing in front of him and saluting!

"Disciple, it's like meeting my uncle!"

"Disciple, I came to see my uncle!

The skeleton monk stopped his practice, looked at the two disciples with the deepest cultivation in the sect and led the disciples to kneel on the ground with respectful expressions, and nodded to express satisfaction.

He originally thought that the senior brother would come in person, maybe it happened suddenly, and the senior brother must have something important, otherwise with his friendship with King Qing Shui Mu, he would never work hard for thousands of miles.

Glancing towards the forest, he thought that these two people had been poisoned by their own witch sword, and they must not be able to run far.

He was just strange, because he was concentrating on suppressing the injury, he couldn't think about it: Princess Datang has the blood of a divine phoenix, and being poisoned by the witch sword can cause blindness at most, but that young man with some mysterious archery skills, why didn't he even die?

Could it be that Huiyue Lao Nun used a flying sword to dispel all the poison he had refined when he was dying?

He frowned slightly, he really couldn't understand this question, he obviously sensed that the young man's back was hit by sandalwood chips, how could he still act as usual?!

There was a cool north wind blowing, and the skeleton monk drove away the doubts in his mind, and ordered his disciples in a low voice: "Along this dense forest, dig three feet into the ground to find the man and the woman." ”