At this time, the fire at my feet was slowly about to be extinguished. Isn't it a house leak that happens to be rainy, and I want to get a few dry branches and throw them into the fire, but I don't dare to act rashly.

"Dustless!" I shouted at the top of my voice, hoping that he would hear it and come quickly. This is a gamble, in case Wuchen can't come back in time, and my voice has become a clarion call for wolves to attack, then I won't die earlier.

It's really a good and not a bad spirit, and the dust seems to disappear into the air, and there is not even a response. The wolves, frightened by my shout, took two steps back, but seeing that I had no tricks, they took four steps forward with their heads down.

I could see their fangs, and I could see what little branches were left in the fire. Aiming for a thicker one, I leaned down and picked it up. At the same time, the wolves also rushed towards me in two directions, forming a pincer shape.

The hot twigs almost scorched my palms. I could only endure the pain and wave it in my hand. When the wolves saw that I wasn't a threat, two of them turned around and began to act as guards.

The remaining three-headed glyph surrounded me in the middle. It looks like I'm going to die today, but I didn't expect that the front foot had just stepped out of a ghost gate, and the other foot had stepped forward.

While I was not paying attention, a wolf actually bit the branch that I was still waving. Although the red coals scorched it on the ground, my branch was also broken.

After all, wolves are afraid of fire, and just now one wolf suffered a loss, and the remaining two wolves also became more careful. But instead of giving up, they took two steps forward. I could see the sharp fangs in their mouths. And the foul smell that comes out of their mouths. I can imagine the teeth biting into my flesh.

Finally, I got tired of waiting. The wolf got impatient either, and the two wolves jumped up together. Bloody mouths pounced on me. The branch in my hand can only pierce one wolf, and the other can't care.

As soon as the eyes are closed, it depends on the will of heaven whether you are dead or alive.

Two screams were heard in the darkness, and I felt my body be knocked and I fell to the ground involuntarily. There was no feeling of teeth biting into the flesh, not even a stench.

When I opened my eyes, I saw a wolf lying on the ground, and after two random picks on its legs, it didn't move. If you look closely, you can see that the back of the wolf's neck is showing the hilt of a knife. The other wolf was stabbed in the throat by a branch in my hand, but it didn't pierce it. It rolled on the ground, got up again, and ran away with its tail between its legs.

It was Fang Tong who saved me. We didn't go to him, he found us.

"You guys have such delicious food. Fang Tong didn't care to see if I was hurt, so he sat down next to the remaining wolf meat and devoured it.

With him, I feel much more at ease, and I'm not in a hurry to come back without dust. Just watch him eat and say.

As a result, he hadn't finished eating, and Wuchen also came back.

"Where's Mingchong?"

Wuchen shook his head and said, "I didn't catch up, he was so powerful that I was almost injured by him." He has a problem with his brain. I'm afraid he's in danger. ”

What danger will he have, except for the Taoist priest who caused the thunder and lightning storm, I'm afraid no one will be able to hurt him. It was a few of us who escaped death, and it was more dangerous.

"Where are you from?" I asked Fang Tong. He didn't seem to be injured, only I was the worst, "Didn't you find Tianfeng?"

"Tianfeng?" Fang Tong chewed wolf meat in his mouth. "He's probably dead." ”

"What did you say?"

"He's dead......" Fang Tong swallowed the wolf meat and said again.

"How do you know. Have you seen him?" Wuchen didn't believe it.

"Then ......" Fang Tong pointed behind him.

It was dark and my attention was all focused on the two wolves attacking me. He didn't pay attention to what Fang Tong was still carrying. It shouldn't be Tianfeng's corpse, after all, how can a person who is so big not see it.

I walked over with Wuchen, but what I saw was half a body. It should be said that it is a leg that is still connected with a half-diarrhea. Judging by the pants and clothes above, there is no doubt that it is windy. It's just that this death was so tragic that there was not even a whole corpse left. I thought I was the worst one, but it seems that my physical fitness is really useful.

"Bury him. ”

Dustless is also a sigh. They are all people in the Daomen, a dissolute and unruly three-legged cat Taoist priest of Cangtian Dao, and he didn't calculate a hexagram for himself when he came, will he end up with a different body and no corpse in another country.

However, this Kunyu Mountain is not bad, Zhong Lingyu is beautiful, and it is the place where Changchun Ziqiu is at the end of his life, and it can be regarded as a good home. I dug a pit with Wuchen for a long time and buried one of Tianfeng's legs in it. Make a mound of earth and stick a freshly cut wooden board in front of it, and count it as his grave. Originally, I was going to use the dragon sword to engrave a name, but it was really difficult to operate, so forget it.

"What's the matter with the old Taoist priest you are talking about?"

We buried the heavenly wind, and Fang Tong finished eating the wolf meat. Whoever let him save me from the wolf's mouth, let him order. And we also ate the wolf meat, strictly speaking, he also ate leftovers. It's just that he, who is usually as smooth as the wind, has become so indifferent now, and even the tone of his speech makes people feel cold.

"A crazy old Taoist priest who was driven out by Baiyun Temple, the Taoist name is Ming Chongzi...... "I briefly talked about how I met Ming Chong.

"Do you think it could be the dragon vein that his senior brother gave him?" Fang Tong asked.

"How can it be a dragon vein?" I subconsciously always thought that the dragon vein should be a mountain and river situation, and no matter how bad it was, it should be a big rock in a cave or something. It shouldn't be a small object that can be handed over by hand.

"It's hard to say. I'm afraid that handing it over to a crazy person is to make him unable to remember where he is hiding, so that someone will not be tortured. "And who would have thought that such an important thing would be entrusted to a madman for safekeeping." ”

"Whatever it is, we escaped death today, do you want to go back to Liujiaji to have a look?"

"Yes, there's a prefectural order waiting there. Fang Tong agreed.

Let's go down the hill then. Fishing out the dust-free is also worth the trip. We took advantage of the darkness of the night to find our way. I stumbled back to Liujiaji, and on the way I thought that the wolf meat roasted in Mingchong was delicious. There are still two wolf carcasses over there, wasted.

Back in the village, it was already dawn. It's another sunny day, I don't know if the rain in Qixia County has fallen on Kunyu Mountain. Liu Huaichun's house, Liu Huaichun and his wife are gone, and everyone else is fine. There are also two madmen, Liucheng's wife is already very calm under the care of the three of them, and the mad county order is enough to sleep in the morning, and the yard is quiet and peaceful.

I saw that it was only the three of us who came back, and we were all muddy and disgraced. They were all amazed. Bao'er took my arm and looked at the injuries on my body, Zhang Lele went to get us hot water to wash, Xing Wuyang looked at us with a funny face, only Xiaodi looked at the door nervously, as if he was waiting for the wind to come back.

"Where's Tianfeng? why hasn't he come back yet?" Isn't this lice on a bald man's head?

He seems to be worried about Tianfeng, we came all the way, she is a girl, and she is alone with Tianfeng. The two of them also have a bit of a "sympathy" flavor. Walk closer. It's a little bit closer, and we all feel normal.

Looking at Xiaodi like that, I can't really tell he's dead. He could only hide behind Fang Tong.

"He died, and we buried him in Kunyu Mountain. "I still have to say it.

"How did he die? Didn't you go to save him? Why did Wuchen come back? How could he die?" the little flute excited.

"Xiaodi, the death of the head of the Heavenly Wind Dao, I really don't blame us...... It's ......" Wuchen would like to explain.

"You're in a bunch. Naturally, we have to be saved, Tianfeng and I are both outsiders. It doesn't matter if it's dead or alive. Little Flute began to cry as she spoke.

"How about you, we're going to be locked up in a cellar 100 meters underground, and we're buried in muddy water. When he was half-dead, he was dug up and thrown halfway up the mountain in the middle of the night. He was almost eaten by a wolf! Do you know how many bones Mu Wu had broken?"

"I don't have the ability to save ......" Fang Tongding was speechless for a long time, and it was easy to hold back a sentence, which was a little unreasonable.

"Be careful when you speak!" A cold light flashed in Fang Tong's eyes, even I felt a chill down my spine when I saw it, and Xiao Di's expression froze, he was really frightened.

"Brother Fang, be at ease. Don't be like a girl. Xing Wuyang came up to say something.

"Huh! You're all badasses, one nostril puffs out. The little flute came to his senses, said incoherently, shook his hand, and went back to his room. Fang Tong also entered another room aggressively.

And I looked at Fang Tong's back, but I wondered how he could say that we were dug up by someone? Could it not be that the mudslide washed away the mountain, and we were washed out together? I looked at Wuchen again, and wanted to see some doubts from him, but he didn't hear it, but was a little embarrassed because of Fang Tong and Xiaodi's displeasure.

I feel that the team I led is starting to fall apart, is it because it is getting closer and closer to the end of the matter? Zhang Lele prepared the hot water, and I didn't bother to think about those things, so I went to take a shower first. The muddy water stuck to the body and dried, then burst open and fell off, making the skin tight.

Lying in the water, I saw that my skin was a dark red that wasn't quite normal. It's not a bruise, maybe it's left by Taoist Mingchong when he treated my injuries. I didn't care, I just felt like a layer of wax was wrapped in my skin, and the water washed up as if it was still separated from the skin, which was very uncomfortable.

When I was in Baiyun Temple, my soul couldn't come out because of the combination of yin and yang in their view. Now it occurred to me that I would let my soul come out and try it. As a result, no matter how hard I tried, my soul just didn't come out. Just like when I was at Baiyun Temple, I could feel my soul as if it was bound by my skin. No matter how I imagine it, the soul just can't rush out.

Am I not willing to continue trying, but the changes in my body almost make me jump. As the soul tossed in my body, I saw a pale blue light surging under my skin.

What is this? I dismissed the idea of letting my soul out, and the blue light slowly disappeared again. Could it be that my soul was colored during the Baiyun Temple, or was it the mark left by Taoist priest Mingchong when he treated me halfway up the mountain? (To be continued......)