Seeing Yang Xiu nodded, Monk Jingyuan glanced at Yang Xiu up and down again without a trace, and said, "Brother Yang is bold enough, and the little monk is ashamed of himself." ”

When he went to the Xuan Snapping Turtle Clan, he naturally wanted to send Xiao Xuan back to his hometown, but Yang Xiu was able to resist the temptation with his treasure, and Monk Jingyuan really admired it. Now Jing Yuan is sure in his heart that the secret treasure that Yang Xiu found in the Hundred Poison Valley is this little turtle.

Yang Xiu smiled and didn't speak, seeing that Xiao Xuan could still remain calm, at least it showed that the monk in front of him was not a ruthless person, and the helper Li Zhuo found for himself was still relatively reliable.

All the way to the north, the forest is forested, the grassland is boundless, and occasionally you can see the snow-capped mountains in the distance, and the scenery is magnificent. Yang Xiu and Monk Jingyuan walked and flew for a day, and the sky was getting dark, so the two found a place to rest in the dense forest.

The depths of the wilderness are not quiet even at night, the roars and neighing of demon beasts come and go, and the night is full of hunting battlefields.

A crackling fire illuminates a small clearing, making the depths of the jungle even darker. Xiao Xuan turned into a human form and played by the fire, as if he liked the blazing flames very much, and his little hands kept trying to catch the flames; Jingyuan meditated on the side, and flying for a day was not an easy physical task for the monk.

Yang Xiu recovered relatively quickly, caught a fat flying squirrel from the dense forest, skinned and gutted it, and was wearing it on a wooden stick to grill it carefully.

"It is worthy of the ancient spirit clan, Xiao Xuan can transform at such a young age, I have never seen it~" Monk Jingyuan opened his eyes at some point, looked at Xiao Xuan with a smile and said.

"I don't like you. Xiao Xuan glanced at the monk. Straight to the point.

Yang Xiu grinned when he heard this, Xiao Xuan is small but not stupid, and the monk Jingyuan has been secretly looking at Xiao Xuan for a long time. Saying this, it is obvious that the drunkard does not mean to drink, "What the hell are you thinking?"

"Good, good, good, the little monk is a monk, and he doesn't speak. Xiao Xuan's family has been inherited for thousands of years, and it has its own extraordinary, this turquoise back shell is a treasure~ As long as a small piece, I can refine an extraordinary magic weapon! And it won't take two months to grow again......"

"That can't be. ”

Yang Xiu waved his hand directly. looked at the monk on the other side who was about to drool and said bluntly: "The turtle shell is connected with the blood of the body. Destroying one piece will result in the loss of some Essence Blood. Besides, Xiao Xuan is so small, what's the use of you knocking on such a small piece?"

Monk Jingyuan originally found an excuse to discuss with Yang Xiu, but he didn't expect Yang Xiu to clear the door of the matter inside, and block all possibilities in one sentence. He looked at Xiao Xuan with infinite nostalgia and sighed. However, he quickly adjusted his mind and looked at Yang Xiudao: "Brother Yang, which sect do you belong to outside the wilderness, and is the scenery there more beautiful than here?"

Yang Xiu took the wooden stick and concentrated on the barbecue, and when he heard this, he glanced up at the monk, and said with a smile on his face: "If you want to say that there are many beautiful places in the wilderness, but there are more top-level cave heaven blessed lands in Ning Guozhong." ”

Jing Yuan nodded approvingly. The cave is blessed with abundant spiritual energy, flowers, trees, wild beasts, and birds. Heaven and earth Zhong Lingyu show. The scenery is naturally beautiful, it is said that the peak of Fanjing Mountain is the real fairyland on earth, and it is many times better than Tianshu Mountain.

However, seeing that Yang Xiu automatically ignored the first question. Monk Jingyuan still didn't give up, and continued to ask: "I look at Brother Yang's cultivation method, and the strength of the strength and combat power far exceed those of his peers. The little monk's cultivation has reached the fifth floor, and he is still willing to bow down in the face of Brother Yang~ I don't know which famous family the teacher is?"

Yang Xiu didn't respond, still meticulously turning the barbecue, and the intoxicating rich aroma spread. Xiao Xuan on the side couldn't help but swallow a mouthful of spit. Yang Xiu smiled, cut off the most fragrant piece with the dagger on his waist and handed it to Xiao Xuan, whose eyes were shining. Poor little turtle. After being trapped in a stone cave for several years, I am afraid that I will forget the taste of meat.

"I'm going to eat it too. Monk Jingyuan clasped his hands together, stared intently at the barbecue in Yang Xiu's hand, and said solemnly.

"If the Buddhas of Miaoshan Temple had knowledge in the sky, would they be beaten by a monk like you who flew over from the fairy world and beat you?" Yang Xiu handed the other party a piece of fat rat meat and quipped.

"That's right, I hugged their thighs and returned to the fairy world, soaring to live with the sky, saving thousands of years of penance. "Monk Jingyuan ate meat with a big mouth, took off the wine gourd from his waist and hung it a few sips, if it weren't for a bald head, he would be regarded as a hero.

Yang Xiu smiled, and said in his heart that this is also a wonderful person.

As the night deepens, the sound of the wind howling and the roar of wild beasts comes and goes, making it feel like even the air you breathe is wild. Xiao Xuan turned into his body early and got into Yang Xiu's arms, while Monk Jingyuan and Yang Xiu were on both sides of the fire, closing their eyes and recuperating.

Yang Xiu was in a state of false sleep, the spiritual power in his body was automatically circulating, and he seized the time to cultivate, but in his mind, he remembered the scenery of Tianshu Peak, the beautiful master on Xiaomeng Mountain who had a good posture and always had a cold face. Thinking of life in the Heavenly Book Pavilion, Yang Xiu felt a feeling called homesickness in his heart.

Monks live a long life, and there is no real home, only sects and caves. Thinking of this, Yang Xiu had mixed feelings in his heart, and if he felt something, his heart was inexplicably a little uneasy.

In the haze, Yang Xiu felt that Xiao Xuan in his arms suddenly moved violently a few times, and his little head kept hitting Yang Xiu's chest. Yang Xiu's spirit was shocked and he immediately came to his senses, his eyes swept around like electricity, and he slowly stood up. The monk Jingyuan on the opposite side opened his eyes almost at the same time, glanced at Yang Xiu, touched his bald head, and his hand was already holding the Zen staff beside him.

There are things around.

Everything was normal in the woods, and he couldn't see or hear any movement, but Yang Xiu could clearly feel a murderous aura. The little turtle in his arms also poked his head out of Yang Xiu's chest, whispered, "There are ghosts", and then immediately retracted.

The snapping turtles are naturally inspired and very sensitive to some malevolent spirits and evil spirits. Through the contact in the past few days, Yang Xiu learned that Xiao Xuan's qualifications in this area are even better. There are ghosts attached to the stone statue at the gate of Qincheng Academy, which is part of the academy's guard force, if it weren't for Xiao Xuan's reminder, Yang Xiu wouldn't have noticed that there was such a mystery in the gate that entered and exited every day.

So after listening to Xiao Xuan's warning, Yang Xiu looked around, took out a Dao talisman glowing with white fluorescence, and smiled at the Jingyuan monk opposite: "Are there still evil ghosts in the wilderness?"

"My Buddha is compassionate, all the evil ghosts in the world are afraid of the wicked, I think this time they met Brother Yang and kicked the iron plate. Monk Jingyuan bowed his head with one hand, and the Zen staff glowed with a slight golden light, reflecting the solemn monk like a golden-bodied Arhat.

Yang Xiu pouted slightly, and said in his heart that this guy was still jealous of himself for stabbing his fart and that stick, which was really cautious.

The two of them talked with a relaxed face, which seemed to provoke the existence in the darkness, and the sharp and numbing hiss of the scalp suddenly sounded, at first it sounded like the roar of birds and beasts, and when you listened closely, the sound of human wails was mixed in, and in this dark and oppressive jungle, people couldn't help but explode their scalps.

"Pretending to be a ghost!"

Yang Xiu snorted coldly, raised his hand, "Boom!", and threw out three Dao talismans. As soon as Dao Fu Fu took off his hand, it rose to the wind, and when he flew into the woods, it had already turned into a huge ball of light more than three feet long, and it exploded violently in the darkness! Seeing the scene in the forest, Yang Xiu couldn't help but frown.

The silent light pierced through the darkness and made the enemy visible. Several terrifying-looking monsters were clinging to the trunks of the trees, some of them were white and had no mouths and no eyes, their faces seemed to be wrapped in a piece of white paper, and some of their whole bodies were a lump of flesh, only a hideous and terrifying mouth opened and closed silently, and the ticking mucus was disgusting.

However, no matter how frightening it was, the ghosts that were illuminated by the white light were like being burned by flames, and without exception they screamed and retreated into the darkness, and the slower movements were illuminated by the white light for a few more moments, and in an instant they were paralyzed like melting candles and fell to the ground.

Monk Jingyuan's eyes lit up when he saw this, and a slap-sized worn copper bowl that he had already held in his hand quietly withdrew his cuffs, and there was a touch of surprise in his eyes when he looked at Yang Xiu.

"Since you are here, stand up openly, don't take out these unsightly ghost tricks to be embarrassed. Yang Xiu shouted loudly into the darkness, his tone full of disdain.

Monk Jingyuan was right just now, evil ghosts are afraid of wicked people, and they are even more afraid of murderers. Whether it is a wicked person or a fierce beast, they all have a fierce aura on their bodies, and unless they are successful in cultivation, all ghosts and ghosts will have to go around when they meet such a master.

Standing in the forest and shouting, "My meat is delicious!", you can definitely draw out a bunch of Soul Beasts. Are there evil ghosts in the wilderness? Either they are ghost soldiers and ghost generals who have achieved good cultivation, or they are secretly controlled by someone, but it can't be a beautiful encounter.

Sure enough, Yang Xiu's voice did not startle the demon beast, but instead called out four flying black shadows. With the faint moonlight, Yang Xiu saw the appearance of several people, and he already knew it in his heart. These people are tall, with a powerful appearance, and their facial features and demeanor are four points similar to those of the Wild father and son, and their identities are about to be revealed.

"Yang Hu, you are really bold,"

One of them flipped his palm, a broad-backed big knife around his body, looked at Yang Xiu and said with a cruel smile: "Kill our patriarch and young master, and dare to go out of the city alone?"

"Ahem!" The Jingyuan monk at the far end coughed lightly twice, obviously not too ignored, wanting to show his sense of existence.

Yang Xiu shook his head helplessly, and said in his heart, why is it endless?

The competition for survival in the wilderness is extremely fierce, with Yang Xiu's understanding of these demon beasts, the patriarch of the Split Mountain Cow Clan is dead, shouldn't they be busy fighting for power and profit, shouldn't the surrounding tribes be eyeing each other and want to annex the Split Mountain Cow Clan?

Yang Xiu took out his mace and waved it twice, and Monk Jingyuan picked up the golden Zen staff to try his touch, and at the same time put on a starting pose that resembled a hooligan fight. (To be continued)