In the wilderness hundreds of thousands of miles away from the Lan camp, a simple camp looked not much different from other ordinary camps from the outside.

At this time, an elegant man stood respectfully under the canopy of a thousand-year-old tree in the camp, staring down at his feet, not daring to make the slightest sound, and even breathing slowly, for fear of affecting the young nobleman fishing on the river not far away.

The young man's face was like powder, and it was even more pink against the sparkling water, and he was dressed in a pale yellow brocade dress. Thin willow eyebrows, red phoenix eyes, curling mist slowly floated along the stunning face, and the slender jade fingers gently turned the wooden cup in his hand.

"Siu Pu Yu"

A crisp voice sounded in the ears of the elegant man, and he immediately replied, "Childe, although there is intimate clothing as evidence, the identity of that person is still unknown."

Obviously, the young man who was always ready to fish on the riverside asked, Xiao Puyu, as an outstanding figure in the third generation of the Xiao family of the Yue Kingdom, had the opportunity to serve this young man by virtue of his own strength.

Although it was only the embroidered guards in charge of the periphery, because the Yue State, the Chu State, and the Qianguo State jointly carved up the former dynasty, the temptation between each other never stopped.

Now that they have come to the underground palace of the Snow Fog Mountain Range, the monks of the embroidered clothes guard have become the only blades to protect the prince of the Yue Kingdom.

In the outside world, the object of direct reporting is the commander of the embroidered guard, the master of the Tongzhi, although he is only in the thousands of households of the embroidered guard, but his status is indeed very transcendent.

However, the secret envoy who had previously accompanied the young man to explore the wasteland here, among the monks accompanying him, there were three embroidered guards.

Previously, when the old sacrificial wine lord passed the word, the major families took action one after another, and the royal family of Yue was no exception.

Subsequently, the embroidered guards continued to haunt the wilderness and the far west, but to no avail. In order to prevent accidents, the embroidered guards had to expand the number of monks, and now everyone came to the underground palace of the Snow Fog Mountains, and most of the ordinary monks learned that the embroidered guards were recruiting people, and they came to defect.

When he was attacked by a strange beast again, due to his failure to protect Shangguan, Xiao Puyu was almost swept to the end, but fortunately, the clan elders came forward to protect him, and fortunately continued to stay in the embroidered clothes guard to make meritorious contributions.

"Unknown?"

"Although this man was found on the edge of the wilderness, he can't remember the past because of his amnesia."

"Can't remember?" The young man's voice was crisp, but his words were very simple.

"We've used a variety of torture tools for embroidered clothes, but we still don't have any useful information." Xiao Puyu's head was cold.

Although the other party is just a young man, it must not be easy to have more than 100 and 1,000 households guarding the embroidered clothes and guards. Although Xiao Puyu escaped the catastrophe last time, if he can grasp this opportunity this time, he will definitely be able to leave an impression in the secret envoy's heart.

"Are you sure it's not a monk from the Yue Kingdom?"

Looking at the young man's faint expression, Xiao Puyu was secretly nervous and bowed her body lower. "We've been interrogating for several hours in a row, and we've made sure it's not our Yue Guo monk."

The young man slowly stopped and turned the wooden cup in his jade fingers, the corners of his mouth were slightly upturned, and a trace of cold light flashed in his eyes that was not easy to be noticed.

"In that case, this man will be the first monk to make it to the end of the wilderness alive."

The young man took a sip of the water in the cup, frowned slightly, and glanced at Xiao Puyu. Out of the corner of his eye, he glanced at the more than a dozen embroidered guards patrolling the camp, but the two small dimples on his face seemed to be in a good mood at the moment.

Although the water in the cup is not very good, everyone in the underground palace of the Snow Mist Mountain Range is unpredictable, and their royal family can only ask for more blessings.

It's been a while since they've been camping here, and with the cooperation of the embroidered guards, the beasts in the surrounding wilderness have been cleansed, and at the same time, they've recruited and gathered some other scattered forces.

This allowed them to expand their team of embroidered guards a lot, including three more great monks.

And the boy named Wang Ling was the only good news that could be interested. The young man waved his hand and motioned for Xiao Puyu to step back.

After Xiao Puyu walked away, the whole camp was silent again.

"Uncle Liu,

What do you think?" The young man's eyes swept over the tent on the other side of the river, and looked up at the white sky in the northwest, where the "sky" was always white, which broke her habit of sleeping lazily.

"This boy should really have amnesia." An old voice came from a row of tents east of the camp. "From my perception, his mind is in chaos, but..."

"But what?" The young man turned his head and looked at where the voice had come from.

"The appearance of the royal tomb has given a glimmer of life through the wilderness. If the Yue Kingdom obtains a route through the wilderness and contacts the Chu State Lan Clan and the Yun Kingdom Yun Clan, it is entirely possible to find out what the situation is in this Snowy Mist Mountain Range's underground palace, as well as the occasional strange beasts that appear around." The old man named Uncle Liu sat in the tent, his whole body covered in a black robe, and there was no life in his shriveled face, only the empty gaze glowing with a faint black light.

After a long time, the old voice came again from the tent. "If only that boy could remember what happened in the wilderness, alas..."

Before the old man could continue, the young man waved his hand and motioned for all the embroidered guards in the camp to retreat.

"Childe, if you can find a way to restore Wang Ling's memory, maybe you can get the favor of the old priest."

The old man got up from the ground, and a black robe submerged the whole person into the darkness, and he couldn't even sense the slightest breath.

The old man walked out of the tent slowly, his right hand clutching a wooden staff tightly, and his empty gaze looked through the white sky to the distant northwest sky.

"Uncle Liu, why don't you go to the Wilderness West to investigate again?" The young man lifted up the rough fishing rod at some point, threw his hand into the ground, and flew across the river with a vertical jump, leaving only a shadow on the river.

The old man shook his robe, and his right hand and wooden staff were already hidden in the black robes, and swept across the camp like a ghost, and disappeared into the distance in the blink of an eye, leaving only an afterimage at the end of the field of vision.

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A few hours later, a group rose up and headed west along the mountain road.

The barren mountains in the distance stretch from west to east, the sea of clouds and fog are like white horses galloping, shrouding the lush exotic flowers and trees. The snow on the top of the mountain does not melt all year round, and Jingshui, a tributary of the mountain, rushes down from the mountain, washing the distance into a vast plain.

The cold wind hung up the dead grass all over the ground, and the dew on the leaves of the dead grass reflected the morning sun in all colors. Wang Ling shook his dizzy head, and it was nothing that caused the frame to jolt a few times, causing him to wake up from his sleep.

Not long ago, Wang Ling fainted and died in the wilderness, and if it weren't for a team of embroidered guards, he might have been taken by a strange beast in the wilderness and become food in the belly of a certain strange beast.

Before that, he had followed a group of monks through the rift canyon in the northern part of the Black Forest, and the rest of his companions had suffered heavy casualties on the way to escape, and it was only when he hid that he escaped from the attack of the beasts.

However, when he fled, he hit his head on a boulder on the ground and lost his memory. also forgot the orders given to them by Lan Hao, the clan elders, and the worship hall to give them a group of monks.

"Awake?" A crisp sound accompanied the water bladder through the curtain on the frame.

Wang Ling struggled to get up and leaned against the window. The bandaged hands struggled to lift the water bladder and "gurgling" and drank non-stop.

"Don't worry, drink slowly." The young man next to the frame clamped his legs tightly around the horse's belly, dressed in a pale yellow brocade robe, and wrapped his thin body tightly. With his right hand, he took out a piece of jerky with residual heat from the bag of dry food and threw it at the window.

"Thank you"

Wang Ling grabbed the flying jerky tightly with his left hand and swallowed it along with the warm water in his mouth.

Although, it has not yet adapted to the current identity. However, already satisfied, he tilted his head and tried to squeeze out a sincere smile at the young man.

Looking at the bandaged ten fingers, Wang Ling vaguely remembered what happened in the dark room, the dim candle flame stretched the shadow of the black-robed old man very long, and his whole body was creepy by the empty gaze.

This feeling is no different from the situation when fleeing in the frenzy of strange beasts that are all over the mountains

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The whole eye socket was filled with a black glow, and the dark gaze seemed to be able to see through the heart of Wang Ling, and the experience of the journey from the frenzy of strange beasts all over the mountains to the awakening of this comfortable wilderness flashed quickly in front of his eyes.

"What are you thinking?" Seeing that he was pondering, the young man frowned and asked.

The silver needle torture used by the embroidered guards on Wang Ling's body, in addition to the pain of piercing the heart, but the recovery was extremely fast.

However, the medical officer also mentioned that due to the long time of turbulence and the extreme weakness of his body, the secret agent was extremely careful in the process of torture.

Wang Ling shook his head with a wry smile, tied the water bladder in his hand and put it beside him, taking a deep breath of clear air.

His hands stretched out with difficulty, and he wondered, "Where are we going?" z.br>

It seems that this man still did not let down his guard, and the young man understood the worry in his heart, although he was extremely unhappy, he still raised his horsewhip and pointed to the deserted camp to the west, "After the camp in front, we will travel more than ten miles, and if there is no harvest, we will set up camp and rest."

"To the west?" Wang Ling didn't know that this was the place where he came, so he had to ask slowly.

Although I don't know if it's fake amnesia or really pretending to be stupid, this person's ignorance of Qinghe County doesn't seem to be fake. The young man was curious, "The barren mountains in the distance block the vast wilderness, and only a winding road can be passed along the mountain range."

"And where are we going?" Wang Ling stuck his head out of the window and looked at the more than a dozen frames in front of him, full of goods.

And those who hold the frame are not horses, but horses that resemble strange beasts, but are much larger than ordinary horses.

Even the horse on which the young man sat was a snow-white beast mount, but it was very docile, completely different from the beast frenzy that Wang Ling had seen before.

The monks of the Embroidered Guards roamed around the convoy, their eyes wary of the surrounding wilderness meadows.

"It's to find the monks of Chu or Yun." The young man smiled slightly, his gaze quickly turned cold, and he stared solemnly at the deserted camp that was about to approach in the distance.

Looking for a monk from the Kingdom of Chu or the Kingdom of Yun?

Although Wang Ling didn't know where the monks from the Chu State or the Yun Kingdom would be, he didn't ask any more questions when he saw the young man's solemn expression.

I saw that the four monks continued to fly towards the deserted camp in front of them, and the procession slowly stopped at this time, and there were still about three or four miles away from the deserted camp.

Although Wang Ling's memory was a little confused, his brain was not completely out of order. He looked at the monk in the distance and couldn't help frowning; "Is there no other way around the deserted camp ahead?"

The young man was stunned for a moment, and then replied, "It seems that you are not stupid."

Wang Ling let out a long sigh helplessly, poked his right index finger at the door of his head, and said lightly, "Although I am a little messy here, I still have basic recognition skills. The deserted camp in front of it did not have a trace of cooking smoke, which was naturally a little strange. Unless—"

The young man naturally understood what he meant, but he didn't continue to discuss this topic, just threw down his whip, and the whole team slowly set off again towards the deserted camp in front of him.

When they arrived at the abandoned camp, the team searched the largest tents in a deserted camp, and the monk searched the entire abandoned camp without finding anything suspicious.

If it is suspicious, it is that there are no monks in the deserted camp except for the party.

The deserted camp is actually not big, only more than a dozen tents, which can probably accommodate dozens of people.

The caravan had already been parked on the outskirts of the camp, and with the exception of the ten monks on guard, the rest of the group was busy with their own work, and the male and female friars who could cook with the party began to prepare their meals.

After entering the camp, the young man shook off his pale yellow brocade clothes, sat in the middle of the tent, and said coldly, "Have you carefully checked them?"

"Yes, Childe." A middle-aged man in his thirties bowed slightly, his eyes vigilantly scanning the tent

The four monks rushed to the rear, inspecting each tent one by one.

Half an hour later, four monks rushed out from different corners, stood straight around the tent, and shook their heads at the middle-aged man. The rest of the dozens of monks were divided into two groups, one guarding the perimeter of the camp and the other roaming around the deserted camp.

Once seated, one friar hurriedly served food, while another brought a basin of water. The young man took out a white handkerchief from his waist and swung it in the water, then wiped his white palm.

"What about the boy?" After the young man finished washing, he picked up a piece of snack and put it in his mouth and asked.

"People are outside." The middle-aged man's eyebrows were slightly furrowed, as if he was a little puzzled, but his face was respectful.

"You have to change your work, and if you don't need it, you can kill it. That's not good." The young man picked up the wooden cup on the table, took a few sips gently, and cleaned the residue of the snack in his mouth.

The middle-aged man hurriedly knelt down and pleaded guilty.

As soon as his knees were bent down slightly, the young man's eyes glanced at him coldly, and the middle-aged man hurriedly stood up straight, his face was suddenly ugly, and cold sweat broke out on his back.

"The villain knows his mistake, thank you for mentioning it."

The middle-aged man's name is Ji Hongfei, he is the envoy of the embroidered guard, and everyone in the officialdom is respectful.

Seeing Ji Hongfei's respectful demeanor, the young man was very satisfied, picked up the wooden cup that had just been filled with warm water, and said slowly, "The monks in this camp..."

This young man was completely different from other members of the royal family of the Yue Kingdom, and the previous style of the embroidered clothes guard was a drastic method, and he was fatal to all the side situations, and he did not spare any hand.

Ji Hongfei looked at the young man's bland gaze and hurriedly explained, "The people below just drove those loose cultivators away, and didn't hurt them."

An hour before the party arrived at the abandoned camp, a group of embroidered guards led by a great monk drove the entire deserted camp out of the camp.

"Well done." Hearing Ji Hongfei's reply, the young man nodded with satisfaction, pointed to the teapot on the table and another ordinary wooden cup and said, "Hand it over to that kid."

A monk standing in the tent of the camp stepped forward quickly, loaded the wooden bowl with a wooden tray and turned to leave the camp.

The sun outside the camp was beautiful, and although the cold wind was still there, there was no tension when fleeing.

Lying on the hay beside the pile of dead wood outside the camp, Wang Ling comfortably put his hands under his neck, feeling the sun wantonly, and feeling the blood in the meridians of his body as if he was completely released.

"This is from Childe."

A young monk of about twenty years old placed a wooden tray beside the hay and turned away.

The wisp of white air at the mouth of the teapot was rising, Wang Ling opened his eyes, and took out the only remaining jerky from his arms, there was still a trace of residual warmth on his body, but the jerky was already a little hard.

As soon as the team stopped, the young man untied the bag of dry food from his waist and threw it into the frame. Wang Ling stuffed the dried meat in the dry food bag into his mouth like a treasure, and the water in the water bladder was also poured into his mouth.

Let's chirp, eat non-stop, feel like the delicacies of the mountains and the sea.

Finally feeling that he was living a happy life, Wang Ling planned to stay in this team after his injuries were completely healed, work hard for the young son, and repay the kindness of others.

But why is there no one in this deserted camp?

After eating and drinking enough, Wang Ling got up from the haystack, moved his stiff body, and the limbs of his body creaked from time to time.

The knuckles were not as painful as before, and he didn't know what kind of precious healing medicine the monks had used for him, and his stiff limbs were now able to move freely, although not as flexibly as before.

From the flag planted on the frame, "Xu" is written, and the logo on the body shows that the owner of the team should be surnamed "Xu".

Wang Ling thought to himself, "Could this group of monks be from the Xu family, that young man is not surnamed Xu. You must first use your team to understand what the world is like in you, and then

Then think about what you want to do next."

Half an hour later, a monk brought a meal from the camp, and the monks roaming around entered the camp one after another.

After eating, Wang Ling walked slowly down the street in front of the camp, taking in the situation of the camp from time to time.

Wang Ling wanted to quickly understand everything around him, and since the team was traveling all the way west, he was sitting in the frame by himself, and he had not had a chance to talk to anyone except the young man.

The team rested in the deserted camp for an hour, and the dried meat used to feed the beasts that pulled the cart was also newly stored in advance, and everyone began to come out of the camp one after another, and the frame of the cart was re-covered with docile beasts.

"The Tomb!" Wang Ling, who was walking down the street in the deserted camp, was stopped by a middle-aged man from behind.

Wang Ling turned his head to look and saw a middle-aged man seven feet tall, the big man was shirtless and armless, and he was just wearing a thick black brocade robe outside. It was one of the four monks who had been following the young man on the way of the convoy before.

"Hello, are we going to go on?"

The middle-aged man nodded, then turned to stand beside Wang Ling, and motioned for the two to return to the camp together.

Looking at the thin coarse clothes under the black brocade clothes, it seemed that he couldn't feel the cold wind around him at all. Wang Ling asked in a low voice, "Dare to ask what the eldest brother is called?"

"Zuo Yinjun," the middle-aged man said in a hoarse voice.

Although the other party's eyes were always looking ahead, Wang Ling could always feel that he had been watched by the man next to him all the time, and he was a little uncomfortable.

"How long has Brother Zuo been in the team?"

"Team?" Zuo Yinjun was stunned for a moment, and then remembered that the kid next to him was not an embroidered guard, and replied with a deep brow, "It's been almost ten years."

"Is the injury better?"

Zuo Yinjun originally wanted to knock on the side to find out whether Wang Ling's head would reply, but so as not to make the other party suspicious, he had to change his sentence.

Wang Ling thought that Zuo Yinjun on his side was concerned about the small wound on his body that appeared at some point, so he smiled and said, "It should be soon, after waking up in the past few days, I feel that my body can move freely. I still have to thank the team for the good food."

Zuo Yinjun nodded, and after the team traveled west, the young man explained that no one could explore it, so as not to cause trouble.

Wang Ling followed closely by Zuo Yinjun's side, and the two of them followed one after the other, and soon returned to the camp along the streets of the village.

The team slowly left the abandoned camp along the stone path at the entrance of the village, and soon entered a gentle wasteland. Wang Ling poked his head out of the car window, but he didn't find the young man before, and he wanted to learn about the situation of the team from the other party.

I wanted to continue looking, and saw Zuo Yinjun on the other side of the team sitting on horseback, looking at the mountainside at the northern foot in the distance.

Wang Ling was about to wave his hand and shout, but Zuo Yinjun turned his head and gave him a silent gesture.

The procession walked slowly, and the occasional traveler from the south was invited by the monks in front of him to stay on both sides of the mountain road until the frame passed.

From a distance, there is a cliff between the northern foothills of the mountains not far ahead, and you can vaguely see that the cliff is extremely deep from a distance, which makes the young man guess whether the royal tomb will come from there.

The team slowly ascended along the mountain terrain here, the mountain stream was craggy, the pine and grass appeared and disappeared in the sea of fog, and the murmuring of the stream could occasionally be heard.

The red leaves of the ancient trees on both sides of the mountain road were scattered all over the ground with the north wind, and the ruts of the procession left traces on the stone road, and a little wild fruit fell under the dead grass and branches close to the mountain.

The procession began to speed along the mountain path, and Wang Ling leaned on the side close to the mountain, looking through the opposite car window at the steep mountain wall in the distance, and from time to time birds and beasts passed between the mountain peaks, and let out a long roar.

He leaned his body against the car window, looked at the bottomless ravine on the right, and swallowed involuntarily.

"Don't worry." Zuo Yinjun's figure appeared outside the car window, his legs clamped around the beast shaped like a horse, and walked side by side with the frame of Wang Ling.

"Thank you, Big Brother Zuo" Wang Ling tried to relax his whole body, but

His hands were still unconsciously clutching the curtain next to the window. Wang Ling smiled bitterly, and he hurriedly said, "Is there really no other way? It really feels dangerous here."

It turned out to be a timid guy, a subtle sneer flashed at the corner of Zuo Yinjun's mouth, and then said, "Maybe after passing through this cliff, we can find the monk of the Chu State or the monk of the Yun Kingdom."

Zuo Yinjun shook his head helplessly, his left hand rested on the window on the right side of the frame, and a strong wind spread rapidly from the palm of his hand along the window to the entire frame, and the originally shaky frame was much more stable.

The team sped up again. Wang Ling was about to put down his hands that were holding the curtain and clenched them tightly, he looked at Zuo Yinjun with a nervous face, and said timidly, "Really?"

Zuo Yinjun nodded, raised his speed and clinged to the frame, and suddenly a rider came from front and whispered a few words in Zuo Yinjun's ear.

Zuo Yinjun's relaxed expression suddenly became a little nervous, and he raised his head and stared at the place about two miles in front of the team.

There is a protruding boulder there, suspended on the side of the cliff, the bottom of the entire boulder is suspended in the air, and a cold light in the pavilion appears and disappears with the mountain wind.

"What's wrong?"

From the back of the line came the crisp voice of the young man.

"If there are some small accidents, Xiao will solve them immediately." Zuo Yinjun didn't look back, and directly galloped forward quickly.

Wang Ling wanted to shout to stop the other party, but before the words could be spoken, Zuo Yinjun had already rushed to the front of the team.

Because of the protruding boulders, the flickering cold light hanging in the air on the side of the cliff, the fast-moving procession slowly stopped again.

Dozens of monks in the group began to stand guard on both sides of the mountain path, while watching the dense forest close to the mountain.

The young man's right hand tapped lightly on the plank of the frame, and a hint of surprise flashed across his face, apparently a little stunned by the unexpected situation that had arisen here.

"A few more people."

The sudden appearance of the monk made the young man feel faintly uneasy. There should have been several bands of embroidered guards roaming around the front, and it was impossible for the team to approach before they noticed someone approaching.

"Yes." A sturdy middle-aged man led a dozen monks to fly over the protruding boulder in front of him, hanging on the side of the cliff.

Except for Ji Hongfei and the two middle-aged male monks in the young boy's frame, the other twenty or so monks also began to move towards the middle of the line.

The cliff is cold, and the boulders protrude from the cliff side.

A cold light faintly shot out from the scabbard, and an old man in a tattered green shirt held his right hand on the hilt of the sword, and the overflowing cold light was imprisoned and could not break out of the scabbard.

"It's finally here."

Zuo Yinjun and more than a dozen monks mounted their horses to surround the protruding boulder on the side of the cliff.

"Who are you?" A monk had just touched the hilt of a long knife at his waist.

A cold light quickly swept across his neck, and the monk quickly fell down, and the alien beast under the seat was also slashed off by his head. The hot blood burst out of the surrounding companions.

"We are the embroidered guards of the Yue Kingdom! Do you dare to be the enemy of the entire Yue Kingdom?"

Zuo Yinjun stared at the protruding boulder, the long sword that was still unsheathed in the middle of the cliff hanging on the side of the cliff, but the cold light was still wrapped around the hilt, trying to break through the scabbard.

"Just embroidered clothes, just want to bluff the old man?" The old man in the tattered green shirt turned pale like water, and did not look back, and sat quietly on the protruding boulder, suspended in the air on the side of the cliff.

Zuo Yinjun and the rest of the people looked nervously at the old man in the pavilion, and his right hand slowly touched the long knife at his waist.

"I don't know why my predecessors are blocking my way?"

"I was entrusted by someone to do it." Before the old man in the tattered green shirt could speak, another monk and his horse were split into two pieces by the cold light. The pungent breath of blood mixed with the cold glow that had not yet dissipated startled the strange beasts under the seats to let out an uneasy scream.

Seeing this, everyone no longer stayed, so they had to rush to the protruding boulder together, hanging on the side of the cliff, and the last few monks who landed instantly hunted in their robes, and several strong winds flew towards the protruding boulder, and the old man hanging on the side of the cliff.

The old man in the tattered green shirt snorted coldly, the hilt of the sword held in his right hand was slightly cocked, and the cold light in the scabbard was magnificent, and the four or five monks who rushed to the front directly fell on the spot.

The headless beast flew forward for more than ten steps before it fell to the ground and died.

Zuo Yinjun tried all his strength to block the sword wind, and the whole person sat cross-legged on the ground, panting, and blood gushed out of his mouth like a spring.

With his right hand, he used the last bit of strength to connect points in several places in front of his chest before he stopped the blood in his mouth.

"I don't know, the embroidered clothes and guards have offended their predecessors?"

"I didn't offend, the old man just returned the favor." Turning his head to look at the dozens of people rushing in the line.

When Zuo Yinjun was fighting fiercely on the side of the cliff on the protruding boulder, the young man ordered everyone to quickly come forward to check, and the whole team also slowly drove towards the protruding boulder, hanging in the direction of the side of the cliff.

Getting closer and closer, Ji Hongfei's mood became more and more solemn.

"Who!" Ji Hongfei just shouted, only to see a person being thrown over.

The monk next to him caught the visitor and exclaimed, "It's Zuo Yinjun!"

At this moment, Zuo Yinjun was covered in blood, his chest was pierced by a palm, and he was already dead. Frightened, everyone hurriedly took a few steps back, "Don't panic!" Ji Hongfei pulled out the double blades on his waist and stopped everyone from retreating.

The protruding boulder hung in the air on the side of the cliff, and the old man in the tattered green shirt remained immovable, still holding the scabbard lightly in his right hand. Ji Hongfei withdrew his twin blades and motioned for everyone to put away their weapons and slowly retreat.

"What happened?" There was a slightly skeptical voice from the young man in the procession.

Ji Hongfei vigilantly advised, "It's a sword cultivator senior, son, hurry up!"

Hearing the word "sword cultivation", the young man's face changed suddenly, and his original pink cheeks turned into snow white in an instant.

The young man took a deep breath, raised his heavy steps and slowly came behind Ji Hongfei, plucked up the courage to shout, "My son's surname is Xu"

"Surname Xu?" The old man in the tattered green shirt shook his head helplessly and smiled bitterly. "So the man asked me to do it for you."

"Who the hell are you? Everyone is now trapped in the dungeon of the Snow Fog Mountains... That's what my predecessors did.." Before the young man finished speaking, he saw a sky-high sword light rushing out from the protruding boulder and hanging in the air on the side of the cliff, approaching everyone.

Ji Hongfei and dozens of embroidered guards quickly stepped forward to resist the young man, trying to resist the sword.

Embroidered clothes and guards, no matter where they are, the wives and children in the family are taken care of by the royal family of Yueguo. This method also becomes a cage for the shackles that trap everyone in times of crisis, and no one will abandon the protective master and try to retreat.

Because, as everyone knows, once you turn your back on the protective master, it will affect your wife and children. Although it is now in the underground palace of the Snow Mist Mountain Range, many embroidered guards still subconsciously pounced.

At this moment, only Wang Ling hid tightly beside the frame, and if there was any disharmony, he immediately hid in the dense forest close to the mountain.

The sword light passed through everyone with a resolute momentum, and Ji Hongfei tried his best to make the sword qi weaken slightly, and it still pierced through the young man behind him.

When the phantom of "Sword Blade" touched the young man's body half a foot in front of him, a dragon roar resounded in the sky.

The golden dragon phantom tightly protected the young man's body, and with a trace of black gas in the cold light, it directly smashed the golden dragon phantom into pieces. The golden glow enveloped the mountain road, and then it was drowned in the night.

The "sword body" phantom directly penetrated the entire team, and sawdust, iron pieces, cargo fragments, and alien beasts and monks wrapped in flesh and blood directly turned into a piece of debris.

At this moment, the young man was blown down directly to the cliff by the wind brought up by the phantom of the "sword body", and fell straight down.

On the other side, the white light on the right side of the phantom of the "hilt of the sword" swept directly past the frame where Wang Ling was hiding, and everything in his path was powdered.

At the same time, the old man in the tattered green shirt was also devoured, and he spit out a cloud of black blood with a "wow", and a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes. Meaningfully glanced at the direction in which Wang Ling fell, "Who is this person? You can catch my full blow."

In the barren mountains and mountains in the distance, mountain streams and waterfalls are turbulent, and a pool of clear water falls into the valley bottom. The moonlight is beautiful, and the pool is sparkling

The roar of wild beasts was occasionally heard from the distant mountains, and suddenly, two black shadows fell from the sky one after the other, startling the forest birds on the dead branches of the trees.

"Puff", "Puff"

After the two black shadows fell into the deep pool one after another, the waves of passion were several feet high. Wang Ling saw that the young man kept sinking towards the bottom of the pool, and recalled the sword light he saw on the mountainside mountain road, if it weren't for the whole team of people trying to block it in front of him, maybe he would have become a crumb like those monks.

Especially after hearing a dragon roar, the golden dragon phantom emanating from the young man's body.

After "struggling" in his heart for a while, he chased after the young man like a swimming fish.

All kinds of fish in the deep pool kept fleeing around, and at first, due to panic, Wang Ling choked on a lot of cold pool water in his mouth.

Wang Ling hurriedly adjusted his mood, thinking back to his fugitive life in the sea of corpses and blood, especially when crossing a wide river of more than ten zhang, an unknown giant beast in the deep river jumped out of the water and chased after him.

Constantly swallowing the turbid river water, and about to be bitten to the body, Wang Ling finally crawled to the shore. At that time, his whole body was out of strength, and it was also between life and death, Wang Ling barely learned to escape in the water.

Wang Ling slowly calmed down, sank for a while, took a deep breath out of the water, went back and forth more than ten times, and finally found the young man who had passed out in a coma at the bottom of the pool.

Wang Ling hugged the slender waist of the young man, and finally swam to the boulder by the pond with all his might.

The young man's face was bloodless, and he looked as white as snow in the moonlight. Wang Ling stretched out his hand to check, the young man still had a snort, and his heart hanging in the air slowly relaxed.

The clothes on the two of them were already soaked, and a cold wind blew down the valley, Wang Ling shivered, and looked at Siye, which was pitch black. He touched the young man's pale forehead, cheeks, and arms with his hand, and it was cold.

"Won't you die?" Wang Ling's heart "chuckled", and his whole heart sank.

Taking advantage of the little moonlight shining through the black clouds, Wang Ling collected some dead branches and grass leaves beside the dense forest around the cold pool, lit a bonfire on the boulder, and built a stand with thick branches on and around the bonfire.

Wang Ling first hung his clothes on the stand next to the bonfire, and came to the young man's side with his bare upper body, and the other party with his arms strained moved to the bonfire. Looking at the thin willow eyebrows, my heart seems to be full of sorrow.

In order to dry the clothes on his body as soon as possible, Wang Ling first put the brocade robe on the bracket on the young man's body, and then stretched out his hands to untie the brocade robe.

When he was halfway through, Wang Ling's face flushed in an instant. "It turned out to be a girl." Wang Ling was shocked, and his hands froze in the air.

The pool soaked all the clothes, and the thin single clothes like cicada wings under the brocade robe were all attached to the body, and the scenery on the young man's chest was unobstructed.

Wang Ling covered the brocade robe with both hands, and did not dare to step forward to tie the clothes on the young man's body.

"If you don't dry her clothes in time, I'm afraid she'll catch the cold." Wang Ling was entangled in his heart for a moment, and said with a righteous face, "I am here to save her, and I have no other thoughts."

His hands slowly stretched out to the young man's brocade robe again, overcoming the obstacle in his heart, Wang Ling's hand was much faster this time, and he untied the brocade robe and hung it on the stand on the other side of the bonfire.

Looking at the sad face with his eyebrows locked, Wang Ling felt a trace of curiosity in his heart, "After falling into the pool, she was just soaking wet, but why was she still unconscious? Could it be that the shattered golden dragon phantom is still protecting her?"

There are all kinds of curiosity in my arms, and from time to time there is a hungry "grunt" sound in my belly. Wang Ling rubbed his empty belly, and glanced at the sleeping young man again.

No, at this moment, she was already a young woman in his heart.

Wang Ling got up and walked to the campfire and picked up a dried jerky. This was the last of the bags of dry food that the young man gave him before the team entered the mountains.

After eating the jerky, Wang Ling clapped his hands, dragged down his pants that were about to be dried, picked up the sharpened branches beside him, and walked barefoot towards the edge of the pool.

There was another burst in the pool

With the sound of "puff" and "puff", Wang Ling finally caught a few fatty fresh fish. Of course, he also ate several mouthfuls of pool water in a row, and his whole body shivered with cold.

Wang Ling sat by the bonfire and quietly looked at the "son" lying beside him. He thought he would die in the fight or fall off a cliff last night, but he unexpectedly survived.

At this moment, he realized that several wounds on his body were deep and bone-piercing, and fortunately the young man carried with him contained healing medicine.

"Wake up..." Wang Ling shook the young "childe's" arm slightly, but there was still no sound.

It had been more than a dozen times since he had shaken, but the young "childe" was just lying quietly on the haystack, his robe already dried by the surrounding bonfire.

These dry grass and dead branches were collected by the royal tomb overnight by the woods around the deep pool.