When Zhiyou was wandering around in the mountains and forests, Sugar Bun had to struggle out of her sleep because it was too uncomfortable to carry, and as soon as her feet hit the ground, she stared straight at the top of her head and said, "Sister, you have a lot of light on your head." ”

Zhiyou's big black eyes were busy looking for a way, and asked casually, "Black light or red light?" ”

Black is bad luck, red is not good luck, but blood killing, maybe she has both.

The sugar bun was soft and glutinous: "There is a little bit." ”

And gold, purple, white, and almost eating up black and red.

"I knew it!"

Before the sugar bun could finish speaking, Zhiyou angrily kicked at the tree next to him, crossed his waist with one hand and pointed to the sky and scolded: "Dog heaven can't die well!" ”

Seeing that she seemed to be very angry, Sugar Bun immediately soothed: "Sister is not angry, who is Dog Tiandao?" ”

"It's a king and eight calves!"

Zhi You scolded, led the sugar buns to continue to find the way, and didn't think much about the peculiarities of the sugar buns.

Tiandao was already numb to scolding, and automatically filtered the words that scolded him, looking at Zhiyou's headless flies wandering around in the forest, only to feel that the prospects were not optimistic.

Why can't she have a clear understanding of herself!

Why can't you let people finish their sentences?

Her luck is now clearly shrouded in the top of her head, Feng Lingling will soon find it, he has already given her a strong enough golden finger, a clear enough hint, why don't you know how to take precautions.

What did she think!

Tiandao couldn't help but snoop into Zhiyou's thoughts, and then he was speechless,

I don't know what to do when this is a little serious, the enemy army is about to set off as a team, she doesn't want to think about how to fight the enemy, but wants to find a small broken sword,

What can a small broken sword do?

What's the use of hiding!

And you got the wrong opponent, your opponent is Feng Lingling, not Lao Tzu!

The more Tiandao thought about it, the more angry he became, and he really wanted to leave it alone.

But as soon as I saw the two people walking below who were humming a little song for some reason, I suddenly felt that the burden on my shoulders was extra heavy.

Okay, count him unlucky, the person he chooses can only be used to it,

Isn't he just looking for a sword, his old man will help him find it!

Heavenly Dao spread out his divine sense, ploughed the ground and rummaged through, and it took a lot of effort to finally find it, but after carefully looking at the little broken sword, Heavenly Dao didn't know what to say.

It turned out to be the grave of the ancestor of the Feng family, the sword of the ancestor of the Feng family.

The Feng family is the Feng family where Feng Lingling is, and the reason why it can always stand at the top and not fall in both the mortal realm and the cultivation realm is because the foundation of the Feng family's ancestors has been well laid.

Before the monk formed the Dan, he would attack the boundary and go to another realm, the so-called cultivation realm, to continue cultivating, which was also the rule set by the ancestor of the Feng family.

A person who can make rules and have been followed to this day can imagine how good it will be.

It stands to reason that ascension is simply a breeze for the ancestor of the Feng family, but I don't know what went wrong this person actually disappeared.

Legend has it that this person became a god directly, and he was noncommittal about it.

Anyway, there is no god in this heaven and earth, otherwise he would not have gone crazy directly after discovering the appearance of the divine vein, and did a series of stupid things.

It's hard to say whether you become a god or not, but it's true that people suddenly disappear.

Tiandao only sighed a little at the beginning and didn't continue to pay attention, if he hadn't recognized that the little broken sword was the Zhiyuan Sword, he wouldn't have thought that the tomb was the tomb of Feng Zhiyuan, the ancestor of the Feng family.

There are indeed bones in the tomb, is it that I can't even see the way of heaven, but the Zhiyuan Sword has been guarding it, so it should be the deity.

Zhiyou actually has a relationship with Zhiyuan Sword, and now she has an idea, although Tiandao feels that her plan will be 100% frustrated, she still decides to push it forward.

The sugar buns babbled and hummed an out-of-tune tune, pulling Zhiyou to bounce in the woods, like a deer that sprinkled joy,

Zhiyou barely maintained his composure, not knowing that he was having a helpless and doting expression on his face, like a kind old man looking at his most beloved grandson.

It's really weird for a three- or four-year-old kid to have that kind of expression.

Tian Dao shuddered, turned into an invisible big hand, and gently pushed behind Zhiyou.

Zhiyou only felt a gust of evil wind blowing, followed by the familiar left foot stumbling on the right foot, obviously falling on the ground, and somehow rolled down the slope.

"Dog Heaven ......"

Zhiyou hurriedly scolded and wanted to get rid of the sugar bun and roll alone, but naturally he couldn't get rid of it, the sugar bun's sticky ability can be described as superb, and the two of them were entangled and rolled down together.

Zhiyou had no choice but to reach out and protect the head of the sugar bun, the child was not clever in the first place, and if he fell to his head again, he would be completely hopeless.

Sugar buns did the same, and they also reached out and hugged Zhiyou's little head.

He seemed to think it was a fun game, rolling and screaming and laughing.

“……”

Zhiyou was speechless for a moment, and then laughed along.

When she was alone in the mountains and wilderness, she was also happy like a little fool, if it weren't for the dog Tiandao to get in the way, she should be able to live happily for a lifetime.

Hmph, let's see, if she turns over in the future, she will definitely let Dog Tiandao taste the taste of involuntarily.

It rolled for a long time before it stopped, unscathed as usual, just a stained blade of grass.

"Are you alright?"

Zhiyou pulled the sugar bun up, and when he saw his eyes shining and his little face flushing, he knew that he had asked a nonsense.

"Sister, let's play again."

Sugar Bun looked unsatisfied.

Belch......

Zhiyou really wants to fulfill him, but this is really not something that can be played if you want to.

If they were really stupid enough to find a slope that could roll down for so long, they would probably be able to fall into two fools.

Just when she was thinking about how to make Sugar Bun understand the danger and weirdness of this matter, she suddenly felt that the scenery around her was familiar.

Looking at it in a blink of an eye, oh Huo, when did she actually have the ability to make her wish come true, so she thought about finding the little broken sword, and she rolled over.

"You wait here for me, I'll be back soon."

After appeasing the sugar buns, Zhiyou cautiously walked towards the middle of the small valley.

The grave and the little broken sword are still in place, Zhiyou was scolded last time, and this time he is ready to be scolded.

Sure enough, as soon as she approached and posed as if she was about to draw her sword, the Zhiyuan Sword emitted a warning hum and coercion.

However, before Zhiyou could react, the sword body returned to calm, and an aura full of inquiry began to slowly rotate around her.

"Is that you?"

The sword spirit's voice was puzzled.

He seemed to have seen this child a long time ago, and he couldn't remember exactly how many years, but many, many years ago.

It was the first person he had seen in the valley, and since it was only a child, he didn't care much about her offense.

Many years later, he saw the child again, and he looked even younger than he had looked so many years ago.

Shi Yuanjian can be sure that they are the same person, so what is going on with her?