Miaojiang is a region, the landform is changeable, the mountains are continuous, there are many birds, insects and beasts, and the danger is lurking.

If there was no purple condensation smoke to lead the way, Yang Ling didn't know when he would be able to walk out of the vast mountain range.

Seeing that the sky was getting dark, the two found a relatively open place to light a fire to rest, intending to rest for a night before continuing their journey.

In the morning, the hare was roasted, and the two of them had eaten it during the day, and now they had picked some simple wild fruits to satisfy their hunger.

"Xianggong, follow this trail all the way down, and in less than an hour, we will be able to leave the boundary of Miao Territory!"

Zi Ningyan enthusiastically showed Yang Ling the way.

Yang Ling silently wrote it down, and said, "Yan'er, thank you for leading the way for me!" ”

Zi Ningyan climbed up to his arm, pillowed on his shoulder, and said coquettishly: "Xianggong doesn't need to thank Yan'er!" ”

Yang Ling couldn't help but tremble, even after a day, he was still a little difficult to adapt to this sudden gentleness, he always felt that when the other party touched him, he felt that his heart was itchy and unbearable, and he wanted to get close to her inexplicably, but his consciousness was trying his best to restrain it.

"When... It's not early, the smoke is still resting quickly, I... I'm going to practice! ”

Yang Ling didn't dare to look at the other party, closed his eyes tightly, and began to run the Qingyan Gong, but as soon as this skill was running, he felt that the heat in his body was unbearable, especially when half of Zi Ningyan's body was still leaning on him, and an evil fire suddenly surged in his heart, he suddenly opened his eyes, and immediately did not dare to practice this technique anymore.

Zi Ningyan didn't care too much, and was about to fall asleep on his shoulder, but was awakened by his strange appearance, and couldn't help but wonder: "Xianggong, what's wrong?" ”

"No... It's nothing, it's just that you're like this, I can't practice anymore! Yang Ling blamed the other party for the problem of generating the evil fire.

"Then I won't practice, it's autumn now, the night is slightly cool, and Yan'er wants to sleep with his husband in his arms." Zi Ningyan's coquettish and soft voice sounded in Yang Ling's ears, exhaling like an orchid, and a faint heat hit his face, a little itchy, but also a little comfortable.

Yang Ling could even smell the faint aroma of his daughter on the other party's body, and he couldn't help but feel athereous.

He inhaled and exhaled for a while before suppressing the distractions in his heart and standing up solemnly.

I saw that he neatly untied his clothes, that is, his underwear was withdrawn, and he was wearing only a pair of underwear.

Seeing him like this, Zi Ningyan panicked for no reason, her beautiful eyes flickered, and her five fingers grabbed the corner of her skirt.

However, after Yang Ling withdrew his clothes, he did not go to Zi Ningyan, but spread it on the ground on the other side of the bonfire, and after everything was done, he came to Zi Ningyan, and said a little embarrassed: "Yan'er, you still sleep here, get closer to the fire, it won't be cold!" ”

Zi Ningyan looked at him in a daze for a long time, and then let out a long sigh, the corners of her mouth raised slightly. This time she didn't refuse, just said the word "good", and lay down on the clothes that Yang Ling laid out for him, her beautiful eyes were slightly closed, facing the firelight, and slowly fell asleep.

Seeing this, Yang Ling also breathed a sigh of relief, and then crossed his knees to the side and began to cultivate.

This time, the operation of Qingyan Gong did not produce a strange feeling, but was very smooth.

He found that after he took off his clothes, the operation of Qingyan Gong was actually a lot smoother, and three hours of cultivation like this would add two quarters of an hour of penance compared to normal days, although he did not improve much, but the effect was very significant.

As soon as he thought of this, he spared no effort to cultivate.

In the early morning, before the early sun rose, Yang Ling carefully rolled up his clothes, looked at each other deeply, took Jun Li, and disappeared silently.

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Half an hour later.

Zi Ningyan helped Yang Mu up with a little distress, and said angrily: "Why did Xianggong abandon Yan'er and leave alone!" ”

Yang Ling's whole person who was tormented by colic in his abdomen was not good, and when he heard her words, he could only say helplessly: "I still have grievances, and when I finish my business, I will definitely come here to find you, and I will never abandon you." ”

He was afraid that Vilu Shaya would be ferocious, and if he could not successfully stop the other party before entering Tibet, he would inevitably sneak into the country of Tibet to seek revenge on him.

But in a big country, he is only one person, and it is still dangerous and abnormal, not to mention that with another one by his side, it is unknown whether he can leave safely at that time, and how can he protect Zi Ningyan.

If something happens to the other party because of this, isn't it his fault?

If she unfortunately dies in Tibet, then the people in the world who despise her are dead, and she can find someone to marry...... Although Yang Ling didn't think the result was so complicated, in short, he couldn't take the other party there.

Regarding Yang Ling's words, Zi Ningyan didn't follow or listen, took his arm, and said crisply: "Then I don't care, Xianggong has my Miao Jiang's love Gu on him, I can find it wherever I go, and I shake this phantom heart bell, that pain, I must have tasted it!" ”

The corners of Yang Ling's mouth twitched slightly, that abdominal pain was really worse than death, as if there were thousands of knives twisted in the body, it was no longer a question of whether he could bear it, he had to choose two paths of life and death, either to survive or to die.

"This trip is unpredictable, I don't want you to go to danger with me, why don't you understand?" Yang Ling said in distress.

"Yan'er doesn't care, if Xianggong is dead, then I won't live!"

Zi Ningyan shook her head, indicating that she didn't listen to him, and muttered.

Yang Ling couldn't help but flow a warm current in his heart, he couldn't imagine that the two had only been together for a day, but the other party was willing to go to life and death with him, if he was not moved, it must be false.

After thinking for a long time, Yang Ling compromised and said, "Okay, but you have to listen to me in everything, remember to follow me, I will protect you." ”

Thinking of the recent surge in skill, Yang Ling still has a little confidence in himself, and he only hopes that he will not take back the immortal scripture of the old Jin Zhuang owner, and he will not let Zi Ningyan have anything to do.

Seeing Yang Ling agree, Zi Ningyan suddenly pecked him happily on the face, and was immediately frightened that the other party retreated again and again, and his face turned red.

Yang Ling only felt that this behavior was too frivolous, and he might have expectations in his heart, but he was afraid that he would be the same for others, so he was inexplicably a little irritable, and said in a somewhat serious tone: "This... This behavior should not be done in front of others, which is quite inappropriate. ”

Zi Ningyan was already excited to get him to agree at this moment, no matter what he said, he immediately nodded and said a good word.

"Then let's go!"

Yang Ling stepped on the Junli, and before he could speak, he was suddenly pressed on his back by a pair of softness, and then his arms were wrapped around his waist, and his delicate body was close to the vest, and he heard the voice of Zi Ningyan ringing in his ears: "I ride the same horse with Xianggong!" ”

Yang Ling stiffened and said in a daze, "Aren't you with your white dragon?" ”

"The white dragon is very obedient, just let it follow us." Zi Ningyan smiled, and couldn't help but rub her face against his back.

Yang Ling suddenly felt that the whole person was not good, but he didn't know how to refuse, so he had to clamp the horse's belly and drive the horse away.

The white dragon, on the other hand, followed closely behind, walking briskly, and the mane on his neck ran like a lion on the grassland, compared to the usual docile, but at the moment it looked like a fierce beast, which was extremely impactful.

He was overjoyed when he saw it, and he couldn't help but ask, "Yan'er, what kind of white dragon is it?" ”

Zi Ningyan's delicate voice sounded behind him: "The breed of the white dragon is extraordinary, named Magnolia White Dragon Horse, also known as the Night Jade Lion, Dragon Racing Sparrow, it is the best among horses, a specialty of the Western Regions. ”

"Do you like it?"

As if sensing the abnormality in Yang Ling's tone, Zi Ningyan asked.

Yang Ling couldn't help but blurt out: "Such a good horse, naturally I like it!" ”

"Then I'll give the white dragon to Xianggong!"

Yang Ling was slightly stunned, although he liked it in his heart, he still rejected Yan'er's kindness.

"I have the horse under my feet, and the white dragon will be happier if he follows Yan'er!"

Zi Ningyan listened, and was silent and did not speak.

The two of them rode on the same horse, and the two figures, one black and one white, quickly disappeared between the dense mountains and rivers.

Ahead, there is a desolate Gobi Desert......

Yunzhou border, Tianlong Temple, under the Cangshan Mountain.

Two figures appeared at the foot of the mountain on horseback.

Virujaya jumped off his horse and looked at the magnificent temple built on the north side of the mountain with a deep and distant gaze.

"Master, shall we go up the mountain to meet at this moment?"

Virujaya retracted his gaze and said lightly: "Buzan! ”

"The disciple is here." Buzan bowed forward.

"At this moment, in the name of the abbot, you will go to the Infinite Sword Sect and invite the head of Wu Daozi to come to Tianlong Temple for a while!"

The reason is the name of the abbot who presides over Tenryu Temple.

Wu Daozi is the head of the Boundless Sword Sect, another force in Yunzhou.

Wuliang Mountain and Diancang Mountain are not far away, only three or four days before and after, if it is fast, three days is enough.

"This ...... Yes, the disciple obeys! ”

Buzan retreated, led his horse and drove away in the direction of Wuliang Mountain.

Virujaya slowly stepped up the steps and walked towards the Diancang Mountain step by step.

Along the way, he met a little monk who was cleaning the fallen leaves, bowed slightly, and the latter also returned the salute, and after asking him, he let him go up the mountain.

Tianlong Temple covers an area of more than 1,000 square meters, the terrain is undulating and majestic, just like the shape of the dragon and the tiger, the scenery is elegant and beautiful, outside the temple gate, suddenly hear the Sanskrit sound in the temple, the chanting sound is constantly rising, let people hear the mood calmly, hope to dispel worries.

It's just that the worries in his heart can be eliminated with a few words of the Jizo Sutra?

Virujaya stepped into the threshold with his sleeves and strode to the temple.

A little novice greeted him, clasped his hands together and said, "Amitabha, I don't know where the master came from?" ”

Pilu Shaye put one palm in front of him and said: "Old man Vilu Shaya, from the Western Regions of Tibet, went to your temple to meet the abbot!" ”

"It turned out to be Master Virujaya, please allow the little monk to speak and let the abbot decide."

There was a hint of respect in the eyes of the little novice, obviously having heard of his name.

"Amitabha, little master, please!" At this moment, Vilu Jaya seems to have become a harmless monk again, although the face is hateful, but between the form and demeanor, its own avenue Buddha rhyme is included, which makes people can't help but admire.

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