Huge metasequoia trees stand tall in the mire, some at least 100 meters high, the canopy is under the blue sky and white clouds, but the trunk is in a dark and damp, misty mire environment. The air here is filled with the smell of methane, mixed with aura, and it is clearly different from the methane gas of Middle-earth.

At the very least, it will make you feel stinky while also making you feel fresh and fragrant, like the taste of unwashed abalone you eat.

A hearse dragged a fairy sword through the fog and flew westward.

Luoyang rode a bicycle, and on the back seat sat the little sister of the bar, and the master with a rectangular face stood on the fairy sword, holding a rope in his hand, and one end of the rope was tied to the tail of the hearse.

This is not fairy sword surfing, but Luoyang can continuously burn his spiritual power for a day and a night without resting to power the hearse, and fly for a long time without feeling tired. But the master with a rectangular face can't do it, and he needs to rest when he flies two or three hundred kilometers with a sword, so he has such a sassy operation.

Luoyang drove the hearse to drag the square fly, and the master with the rectangular face only needed to levitate the fairy sword, which was completely stress-free for a quasi-immortal.

"Senior brother, I have a question for you." The terrain in the swamp is flat, there is no need to hug the waist of the stinky junior brother, and Fang Yuan does not need to struggle psychologically, and when he seems bored, he will find something to talk to Luoyang.

"Well, you say."

"You've been riding all day, why aren't you tired?"

"Driving my senior sister for a ride, I have endless energy all over my body."

Fang Yuan's cheeks were slightly red, and an imperceptible smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, but his mouth was unforgiving: "Your mouth is like being smeared with oil, I don't like a flamboyant man like you at all."

"That's because Senior Sister is too young to understand the benefits of flamboyance."

"Phew, Flim Flam is still good, I believe you are weird."

"In the mortal world of Middle-earth, some men will put oil on their mouths, and they will also train their tongues to make them more flexible."

"Why?" Fang Yuan said curiously.

Without waiting for Luoyang to say anything, the square-faced master in the back coughed, and it was a very heavy kind.

Luo Yang changed the topic with interest: "Yanhu's location is in front, and it will be dozens of miles away."

Fang Yuan frowned, "You

Rather, why train your tongue?"

"There is a saying called clever tongue, which means that the person who speaks is quick to think and speaks so fast that it is impossible for people to interject. If one trains one's tongue regularly, one will eventually be able to refine one's ability to speak skillfully."

"Oh, I see." Fang Yuan suddenly realized.

The rectangular face father sighed in his heart, his daughter was too simple, and he was really not at ease at all with a scumbag like Han Wu. If it weren't for the fact that Han Wu's stinky boy was burdened with the mission of reviving the Han Wu Sect, and it was also the only hope, he would have expelled that stinky boy from the division a long time ago.

All along, the son-in-law he wants as a father is the kind of prince of a big sect, the kind who will inherit the position of the suzerain in the future, a strong marriage. However, it is also a problem that no one comes to the door to propose......

The hearse flew out of the metasequoia forest, with a flat meadow in front of it and rolling hills a little further away.

The place where Yanhu was located was in that hill.

A village appeared at the end of the meadow, more than 100 households, most of the houses were small buildings with herringbone roofs made of wood and grass, and on the roof of each house stood a wooden stick, on which hung a string of bones, and the wind blew and clanked, eerie, giving people a sense of cannibal tribe.

Luoyang slowed down.

Fang Zheng let go of the rope and flew with his sword, shoulder to shoulder with the hearse.

"Han Wu, did Yanhu say anything about the situation in that village?" The square-faced master asked.

Luoyang shook his head.

Fang Yuan complained, "That little white tiger spirit of yours, what do you think

Know?"

"We met through Feishu chat, in the words of the mortal world of Middle Earth, netizens, chatting and chatting confusedly became Taoist couples, and I didn't even know what the concept of Taoist companions was at that time." Luoyang told the truth.

Fang Yuan snorted lightly, "You are really stupid, you formed a Taoist couple with that little white tiger spirit in a daze, she only married you because she saw that you were good-looking and had potential, you were deceived."

Luo Yang smiled: "I don't think I've been deceived, Yanhu is pretty good."

"However, Taoist couples are not husband and wife, you need to figure this out." Fang Yuan said.

Luo Yang was surprised: "Aren't they husband and wife?"

"Of course not, but it's second only to husband and wife." Fang Yuan said.

The more Luoyang listened, the more confused he became.

Fang Yuan said, "Many of the cultivation secret methods in the Immortal Realm are cultivated by men and women together, so there is such a relationship as a Taoist couple. Taoist couples can be together, and they can marry separately. If you marry a woman, your Taoist companion can also be your bridesmaid."

Luoyang: "......"

To tell the truth, the little senior sister's words refreshed his double cognition of the relationship between the fairy world and the Taoist couple.

In a word, your circle is really chaotic, even more chaotic than the entertainment circle in the mortal world of Middle-earth.

Knock knock!

Suddenly, the sound of drums was heard in the small village.

Immediately after that, wisps of black smoke rose from the village, condensed into clouds in mid-air, gathered but did not disperse.

"What a demonic aura!" Fang Yuan said movingly, his expression a little nervous.

Fang Zheng took a closer look, and frowned: "No, that's not demonic energy, it's ......."

Luoyang's nose moved, he could already smell it, it was black smoke burning rubber, which also made him curious: "Is there still a rubber industry in the fairy world?"

"What is the rubber industry?" Fang Yuan said curiously.

Looking at the reaction of the little senior sister, it is estimated that there is no, but Luoyang is sure that rubber is burning in the village, otherwise there would not be such heavy black smoke and the smell of burning rubber.

"Kill!"

To the deafening sound of war drums, a team rushed out of the village, all in total darkness and holding long spears. There were not many people, only seventy or eighty people, both men and women.

"What demon, so dark?" Fang Yuan was even more nervous.

Luoyang said, "It's not a demon, it's a human, they're blackened. The black smoke was probably released to scare us, so let's go around it and not bother with them."

At this moment, a huge white tiger rushed from behind the village.

The "blacks" with spears in line fell to their knees.

The white tiger ignored the "black men" and ran straight to this side.

That's Yanhu.

Sure enough, before the white tiger arrived, a familiar voice came from a distance: "Big brother!"

"It's Yanhu, this village should be her territory, let's go and see."

Luoyang drove a hearse to meet him.