Yang did not wake up.

Although Qian Ye had helped him regain his breathing, and the river water in his abdomen had been drained, his overworked body still chose to sleep.

He lay on the edge of the river, and Qian Yi stood in front of him.

Waist-high reeds swayed around the two teenagers.

Qian Yi took back the hand that was placed on Yang Buqi's shirt, and the wisps of white air dispersed in the wind, and Yang Buqi's clothes became dry again.

In the evening when the sunset left, the evening wind gradually dyed the coolness, and Qianyi dried the young man's hair again, and then stopped. He looked at the young man's sparse and elegant eyebrows, as if he saw a gust of wind that had been condensed out of shape stopping between his eyebrows, formless but invisible, the only thing he could perceive was the perseverance that could not be hidden in his eyebrows.

This is probably not the original intention of Qingmei, but anyone who has seen the figure of the young man jumping into the river decisively, regardless of life and death, will involuntarily think that every part of the young man is full of unique perseverance.

Qianyi's eyes were slightly stunned, and he got up and looked at the rapids in front of him.

Such a river was nothing to him, he could cross the river as if he were walking on the ground, or he could fly to the other side in an instant, so he did not hesitate in the slightest when he decided to let Yang not abandon the river. He thought about the young man hesitating, he also thought about the young man returning in shame, and even more thought about the young man plunging into the river, no matter what, Yang Bu would not surprise him, but to his surprise, when the young man jumped into the river without hesitation and swam forward bravely, Qian Yi's heart trembled, as if he saw the soldier who still roared and drew his sword in the face of the demon king!

However, Chi is also aware of the difference. The warrior faced the demon king, and he was already dead, but Yang Buqi faced the river, but he could turn away.

Choosing between "not having to die" and "dying", the boy only spent dozens of breaths lying on the ground resting.

When Qian Yi fought with the green lantern light snow, he did not hesitate to try the taste of death in order to know how to fight hard, but this is still worth mentioning compared to the determination of the young man.

If he is Yang and does not give up, can he not hesitate to give up this body for the words of others? Qian also couldn't answer.

The sky is getting dark, and the rest of the salary in the west is no longer enough. Qian Yi retracted his thoughts, helped Yang Buqi up, and flew to Jingting Mountain with nothingness. He made an appointment with Shanshan and met him at Jingting Mountain before dark.

......

In the distance, Qianyi saw the figure of Shanshan.

As expected, the girl did not build two wooden houses on time, and there was not even a single wooden house that could be called a wooden house, and a large pile of wood was piled up in a mess, and in one of the pieces there was a huge stone pressed on it.

Qianyi's brows gradually furrowed, and there was a slight coldness in his calm eyes.

He wasn't angry with Shanshan, because Shanshan wasn't lazy, she tried hard to build, but halfway through it was smashed with a boulder, and the person who smashed the wooden house sat on the boulder, wearing a light cyan robe, wearing a free scarf, and a Xuanqing sword on her knees, sitting cross-legged and silent, as if no one was around.

Shan Shan was a few feet outside this person, bound by a long rope, and hung upside down on a tree like a zongzi, his wheat-colored little face was flushed, and he had obviously been hung for a long time.

Qianyi's gaze swept over the face of the man in the green shirt, and finally stopped at the lake embroidery case with the crescent moon reflected on the latter's chest. If his guess is right, the latter should be the teaching of He Fanggong, he came here because Shanshan was absent from class, but it was not necessary to punish the absenteeism for staying for so long, and there was no need to stay at the foot of Jingting Mountain, so the main purpose of the latter was to wait for himself.

Qian is also a little puzzled by this, it stands to reason that he has been in class in the palace for a month, and on the first day, he offered a reward for "catching" himself, if there is a teacher who is dissatisfied with himself, he should have taken action long ago, why did he come today?

Qian Yi thought of several possibilities, but none of them were as good as verifying them with practical actions.

He didn't go to help Shanshan for the time being, put Yang Buqi aside, walked to the man in green shirt and saluted: "Student Qianyi, I've seen Mr." ”

A gust of bamboo waves flooded, and Qianyi's voice was blown away in the wind.

The instructor didn't seem to hear it, and still sat with his eyes closed, as if it were just a stone statue.

Qian Yi looked at the latter, convinced that the latter had just pretended not to hear, so he saluted again, but until the fifth time, there was no sound in the forest except for the sound of bamboo waves.

When another voice finally came, it was the mountain that was awakened.

Shanshan twisted his head, looked at him excitedly, and shouted, "Master, Master, you're finally here! Help me loosen! I'm going to die of pain." ”

Then his gaze turned to the teacher again, and his tone suddenly became angry: "It's this old eunuch! Without saying a word, he smashed the wooden house I had worked so hard to build, and tied me up here." Master beat him up quickly, and we'll hang him here after beating him, so that he can taste what it's like!"

Qian Yiyan's face stiffened slightly, in fact, he was far from being as arrogant as everyone said, he had always been sorry for being absent from class, although several palace masters acquiesced to his behavior, but he never apologized for being taught by absenteeism, which is why he knew that the mountains were uncomfortable, but he still came to salute first.

However, this teacher is very good at the kung fu and deaf to Shanshan's insults, so Qianye has to confess and go to untie Shanshan's rope first.

Shanshan shook his head: "Master, this rope is strange, and if you touch it, the strength on it will be sealed." ”

Qian Yi smiled, and was about to say that it was okay, when the rope that bound the mountain suddenly shot towards him like a spirit snake coming out of a hole. Qian Yi couldn't avoid it, and was caught in his left hand by the rope, and in an instant, the long rope wrapped around his hand, tying Qian Yi strongly.

"Ouch!" Shan Shan fell to the ground.

"Hmph!" said the sword and got up.

Qian Yi finally knew why the latter didn't speak, it turned out that he wanted to lead himself to untie the rope of the mountain, so that he could be bound by this long rope.

Jiao Xi didn't look at the two of them, straightened his clothes, calmly walked forward, as if he was taking things from his own home, took the Tianhong knife on Qianyi's waist, and glanced at it slightly: "This is how you defeated Xiaoyao Immortal?"

Chiya didn't speak, his eyes looked at the latter.

Jiao Xi sneered: "I should have some great ability, I don't even dare to say anything." ”

Shan Shan angrily yelled at the teacher: "You old bastard, you sneak attack on my master and you are still so high-sounding, you have the ability to seal up your own strength!

Shanshan's hands and feet were tied for a long time, and his whole body was paralyzed, and he couldn't move at all at this time, so he had to take advantage of his mouth.

The teacher didn't pay attention to the girl's insults at all, he kicked Qian Yi to the ground, and slapped Qian Yi's face with a scabbard: "Now that your magic weapon has been taken away and your strength has been sealed, even if you are angry, there is nothing you can do, if I were you, I would just drown in urine." ”

Chiya stared at the latter's eyes, which should have been smug and excited, but there was a little expectation and uneasiness, as if he was interested in seeing danger.

Qian Yi finally spoke, looking calm: "You're not teaching?"

The man looked down at the long shirt on his body, and pulled it casually, revealing the silver robe, and he grinned: "It seems that the pressure is not enough!"

Then he stepped on Chiya's cheek.