Bai Wujian mentioned it, heavy. The water was reflected on the back of his hand, which looked like colored scales that had grown.

"How much do you have left for yourself?" Bai Wujian glanced at the well, and was a little uneasy.

Unexpectedly, Lushan Ling shook her head indifferently: "It's almost gone." The remaining amount should not be enough for one time. ”

"This ......" Bai Wujian felt a little sorry when he heard this.

From time to time, wild geese flew in the sky, and soon hid in the smoky mountains.

Lushan Ling glanced at the sky in the distance, pale white and light, just like the reflection of his pupils.

"You don't have to worry about it." He snorted, "Last time, Nanshan Yunyou came back and brought me fresh seawater, and it's only been a long time since now. Wait until next time to use it, I'll figure it out myself. ”

"You don't mean to ......," a hint of bitterness flashed across Bai Wuji's face.

Lushan Ling looked much more relaxed than him. He patted the slate and motioned for Bai Wujian to help put it back, while saying indifferently: "This matter has bothered me for many years, and I have long wanted to make a decision." If it doesn't work, you should go to accompany Nanshan. ”

Bai Wujian already knew the cause and effect of Lushan Ling's incident. Hearing him say so lightly, my heart felt uncomfortable.

After all, Lushan Ling's meaning is tantamount to preparing to die.

The two of them put the slate back in place again, and covered it with the weeds.

One after the other, the two stepped on the trail and returned all the way back to the mountain cottage.

The air in San'in is moist and cool. Autumn stops here, and the crispness of the thick clouds and breeze coils between the stems of each grass.

As always, the grass house is full of green smoke, and it looks like it has a sense of tranquility and beauty. Lushan Ling stepped on the dewed straw sandals into the house, and also let Bai Wujian in.

Bai Wuqian considered the transportation of three catties of glazed seawater, and turned around to make a bucket lid. Lushan Ling watched him get up and go to work, bowed down and called out his own squirrel, and also got up and walked to work.

After a while, Bai Wuji, who was holding a firewood knife and chopping wooden boards, smelled the faint fragrance of tea wafting from the house.

"Come in." Immediately afterward, he heard Lushan Ling calling him from the house.

Bai Wuqian thought about it, and finally dropped the firewood knife and entered the house.

"How?" As soon as he stepped on the threshold to ask, he saw two green teacups on the central table.

The fragrance wafts out of the cup. Bai Wujian sniffed, feeling a little familiar.

"Afternoon leaf lilac. The best tea you've ever tasted, too...... Come and try it. ”

Lushan Ling's voice was low, but it shook Bai Wuji's body.

Looking at the two cups of hot tea on the table, Bai Wujian seemed to be smoked by the heat, slightly stinging, and then wanted to shed tears.

Afternoon leaf cloves. He seems to have heard of it a long time ago, but he didn't taste it, it is said that his junior brother found it, and Lushan Ling never invited him to taste it.

The footsteps moved slightly. He seemed to see himself hoarsely exhausted that night.

A vow of "I will surpass him", although it was extremely certain at the time, but now that I think about it, I also murmur a little in my heart.

However, the deer mountain Ling in front of him ...... Or Master, who has given him the expectation of repentance and hard work. The two cups of tea in front of me represent not only comfort, but also the past of the two, and they smile lightly.

How can Bai Wujian not be moved? His steps grew faster and faster until he reached the table, where he bent down and picked up his teacup, tilted his head and drank it down.

Suddenly, the hot fragrance fills the lips and tongue. The lingering warmth made him feel his previous ignorance even more, as well as a kind of remorse that wrapped around him.

Lushan Ling looked at him and didn't say a word.

With a soft sound, the sound of tapping on the table at the bottom of the cup, Bai Wujian took a step back, thinking about Lushan Ling in front of him, solemnly, and knelt down with his sleeves.

Lushan Ling narrowed her eyes, then got up and helped him up.

During this period, the two did not exchange a word.

Until the evening, on the sandy shore of Tingzhou, a lone sail sailed away in the slanting sun, and gradually turned into a point on the surface of the river. Lushan Ling leaned on the shore alone, swaying her heels in the wind.

Pick a reed, and soon the reed flower turns into a silk white floc and floats away. A few of them hung on the top of Lushan Ling's head, and were pulled down by the claws of the clever squirrel on the shoulder.

He threw away the reeds and reached out to tease the pet that followed him. When I looked at it again, the lonely sail of the far river was gone.

…………

Mountains and gorges are covered, and blood mist is shrouded. As a lonely shadow drifts away, in front of the old vulture mountain, hope is rekindled.

The Hanging Lantern Warrior Monk and the Drunken Dust Township explored for days, but the progress was very slow due to the need to clear the influence of the blood mist at any time. But after all this time, they have a rough idea of how to deal with it.

Moreover, in this realm where the blood mist is the thickest, it is not in vain to make efforts without people.

The wolf dust has left, but the news brought with it has made everyone stationed here extremely happy.

I thought that most of their explorations would be useless, but I didn't expect it to be an extremely important part of this counterattack plan.

Everyone who heard the news was refreshed. As if resurrected, everyone's energy was unprecedentedly full.

On the shore of the boat, Drunken Dust looked at the constantly agitating blood under the river beach, and his eyes were stunned.

Darkness and chaos, filth and helplessness. They've been here long enough, and it's time to get out and breathe.

There was the sound of muddy footsteps behind him. Listening to the sound of the tinkling Zen staff, the drunken townsman turned his head.

"Amitabha." The monk approached and bowed first.

Drunken Dust nodded in return. Immediately, he lowered his gaze and glanced at the pitch-black corpse mud at the soles of his feet.

Subsequently, they were speechless to each other.

Drunken Dust Country has always been silent, and it is no different here. The hanging lamp monk is a famous Buddhist monk, and he doesn't talk much.

However, the two of them can also feel each other's hidden enthusiasm after spending this time in this desperate place. Especially after sending away the wolf dust, their goal is as clear as ever.

"Master......" Drunken Dust Township spoke first, "Why don't you go to the Blood Mist Cave to have a look, so as to be safe." ”

The Hanging Lantern Warrior Monk agreed without hesitation. He picked up his Zen staff and walked side by side with the drunken dust country, heading towards the distance where the black mud was raging.

…………

And in the Qingyuan Realm, a whole day had passed since that night, and there seemed to be a faint movement in the Seven Sects of the Golden Halberd Canyon.

The leaders are naturally Fu Yunge and Dongfang Shiming, and the Dragon Halberd Mountain Gate at this moment is overcrowded.

They're waiting for an opportunity.

The crowd was crowded, but it wasn't so noisy. They were all children of the Golden Halberd Seven Sect, and the situation was urgent, and they all coincidentally cleaned up the queue, and there was a tense atmosphere between people.

At the forefront, there are two people, Long Tao and Qing Kun. As the leaders of the dragon and phoenix double halberds, they also have the ability to convince the people of the seven factions after the last melee of the seven factions.