The wind was howling, the clouds were thick, thousands of bamboo rods were swaying with the wind at the same time, Shu Ange was blinded by the wind and sand, and everything on the scene was like a horror movie.

Zong Yujing took out a gold ring from his sleeve and threw it into the air, which grew larger and larger as it swirled, and finally turned into a glittering gold ring.

"Stand in the circle, no matter what happens, don't leave the circle."

Zong Yujing pushed Shu Ange into the golden ring, she was suspended in the air, and stuffed it into the Shu An singer: "Take the token, no matter what happens, you can't leave the circle." ”

"Okay, don't worry."

Shu Ange stood in the circle surrounded by a golden ring, looked down and found that she was surrounded by a faint golden barrier, and the wind and clouds were all blocked.

The mourner laughed strangely, flew up, and a pair of wizened hands turned into eagle claws to catch Shu Ange, Zong Yujing held the purple jade flute, fluttering in front of the mourner, and dissolved his attack lightly.

But Shu Ange knew that Zong Yujing was not as easy as he appeared, he took a step back, and a trace of blood appeared on the tiger's mouth.

The mourning Taoist is afraid that he is about to get married, although both are in the realm of the Jindan stage, but the gap between the late stage of the Jindan and the peak of the Jindan is by no means as small as the gap between the Qi refining period and the foundation building period.

Shu Ange held his breath, holding the Yuqing Sword, and didn't even dare to make a sound.

The mourner screamed, his sleeves suddenly skyrocketed, and he flew straight towards the door of Zong Yujing's face, he responded calmly, turned into a streamer, and disappeared in Shu Ange's field of vision.

The next moment, Zong Yujing appeared behind the mourner, throwing out countless yellow talismans like a rain of flowers in the sky.

When Fu Seal touched the mourner's clothes, it exploded into a piece, and the mourner's eyes widened and he retreated anxiously.

Zong Yujing put the purple jade flute to his lips, and the melodious sound resounded through the bamboo forest, Shu Ange only felt that the sound of the flute was quiet and bright, and it sounded like a spring breeze, but after the mourner remembered the sound of the flute, he roared loudly like a madman.

He frantically danced the weapon in his hand, and dozens of small flags flew up at the same time, rushing towards Zong Yujing like a sharp sword, and the bell sounded like thunder, as if he was fighting against the sound of the flute.

The deafening sound of the bell, the piercing Shu Ange's ears were swollen and painful, she pinned the Yuqing sword to her waist, covered her ears with both hands, and struggled to endure the harsh and unpleasant sound of the bell.

The fight became more and more intense, the sky was dark, the sand and rocks were flying, the sound of flutes and bells were mixed together, and Shu Ange could hardly see the figures of the two clearly.

I don't know how long it took, Shu Ange's vision became blurred, his chest was as muffled as if he had been smashed by a sledgehammer, and the frenzied wind and sand finally stopped.

She opened her eyes with a pale face, wiped the wet liquid from the corners of her lips, and looked at it with blood.

Shu Ange looked down from above, only to see that a large piece of bamboo had fallen, and there were fragments of flags all over the ground, and the mourners had disappeared, Zong Yujing leaned on the bamboo with his hands on his chest, and his Taoist robe was stained red with blood.

"Senior Zong, are you okay?"

Shu Ange wiped the blood from the corners of his lips and shouted loudly to Zong Yujing.

He slowly raised his head, facing in her direction, his handsome face was not bloody, and the whole person looked very weak.

Shu Ange's heart twisted into a ball, and she took a step forward, the golden ring suddenly returned to its original state and fell to the ground, and her feet were empty and her body fell rapidly.

Caught off guard, Shu Ange urgently adjusted her posture so as not to fall into a dog and chew, and just as she was about to land, she was suddenly hugged by her waist.

The familiar smell lingered in Shu Ange's nose, and her heartbeat suddenly increased by half a beat.

"Zong senior."

Zong Yujing put away the golden ring, leaned forward suddenly, fell on Shu Ange's body, and spit out a mouthful of blood.

She hurriedly turned around, hugged Zong Yujing in her arms, and shouted eagerly: "Zong senior, senior." ”

Blood stained Zong Yujing's clothes, and he leaned expressionlessly into her arms and fell into a coma.

Before they left the realm of Bihaimen, Shu Ange was worried that he would be robbed by others, so he called the name of Zong Yujing a few times, and after getting no response from him, he gritted his teeth and carried him on his back and walked down the mountain.

Zong Yujing was more than 20 centimeters taller than Shu Ange, and it was extremely difficult for her small person to carry him, but she still carried him down the mountain step by step.

After arriving at the bottom of the mountain, Shu Ange looked at Zong Yujing, whose robe was stained red with blood, and was anxious and afraid.

She planned to grit her teeth and take Zong Yujing to the hotel, no matter what, there would always be a place to rest. Halfway through, he suddenly woke up and reached out and pressed her shoulder.

"Go to Baiyun Temple, cough, go there."

After Zong Yujing finished speaking, he fell into a coma again, and Shu Ange had to stop on the side of the road, let him half lie in his arms, and opened his mobile phone to search Baiyunguan.

The address of Baiyun Temple could not be found on the Baidu map, and after Shu Ange searched in the browser, he found that Baiyun Temple was about dozens of kilometers away from here, and it was a lonely and secluded Taoist temple.

Shu Ange memorized the route in his mind, and after taking a deep breath, he carried Zong Yujing on his back and went on the road again.

Zong Yujing was wearing a Taoist robe, and his chest was stained red with blood, and the two of them were too eye-catching to sit in the car like this, and it was easy to be called to the police.

Although they didn't do anything bad, it was really troublesome to deal with the police, so Shu Ange had only one way to go to Baiyun Temple.

Although she is only a Qi refining period cultivator, her physical fitness is much stronger than that of ordinary people, and it is not impossible to carry a person who weighs dozens of pounds heavier than herself to walk dozens of miles.

In order not to attract attention, Shu Ange tried to take the path as much as possible, although this still attracted a lot of surprised eyes.

To Shu Ange's relief, Zong Yujing's breathing was quite steady, and she talked to him as if she was talking to herself while trekking hard.

"Senior Zong, are you okay?"

didn't get a response, Shu Ange quietly changed his title: "Zong Yujing, this name is very good." You don't look older than me, I wonder if you're thirty? ”

In this era of thin aura, being able to step into the Jindan stage before the age of fifty can already be regarded as a highly gifted monk.

There are a large number of monks, who have been wandering in the Qi refining period all their lives, and they can't even cross the threshold of foundation building.

Like the original owner, he has a good talent, but he lacks good exercises, spiritual herbs and pills and the guidance of his predecessors, and it is very normal for him to be in his twenties and still in the Qi refining period.

Zong Yujing's age was estimated by Shu Ange, and the monk's appearance would stop changing after entering the Yuan Infant Period. But before that, monks only aged a little more slowly than ordinary people.

Zong Yujing's skin is as white and translucent as clotted fat, his lips are ruddy, and he doesn't look very old.

"When did you start cultivating? Did it start at an early age? ”

Shu Ange lifted Zong Yujing's body up, and while enjoying the scenery along the way, he talked to the person on his back.

[I always feel that the male and female protagonists share weal and woe, which is more warm than the male protagonist's unilateral protection of the female protagonist, hehe]