"Water...... Just go...... Find the Taishi...... It's all scattered ......."

"Brother, he's awake!" the little girl heard the weak cry, and quickly got up and came over to Feng Wuji, leaning on the simple wooden bed, staring at Feng Wuji.

The middle-aged man who was gathering around the bonfire to keep warm heard this, put down the fire stick in his hand, "Quickly call your sister back, don't go near that person!"

The little boy hurriedly dragged his sister back, crouched by the campfire, and stared at the wind carefully.

"I ...... This is...... Where?" Feng Wuxian was awakened, and stood up for half a minute with his weak body, his brow furrowed with a splitting headache, and glanced towards the fire.

The little boy, the middle-aged man's eyes were full of hostile gaze, the little girl looked curiously behind the wind, at this time the huge black wings had disappeared, and there was an old man in the corner, sitting quietly on the ground, motionless, not even breathing, as if dead.

"Can you see anything?" asked the middle-aged man, confused.

Feng Wuji rubbed his head and slowly came back to his senses, before he passed out, he should have been running away, but somehow he was hit by an arrow in the shoulder and shot down from the air.

At that time, the wind and sand were quite strong, and I couldn't see anything clearly, but the wind was clear, and it was certain that San Yisheng was chasing and killing him.

"I sometimes have problems that I can't see......" Feng Wuyi saw that several of them were wearing the gray tattered clothes of slaves, and knew that they would not be the people of Sanyisheng, so he relaxed a little and asked, "You saved me?"

The middle-aged man was vigilant and silent, and the little girl nodded hurriedly: "You fell from the sky, grandpa said that only by saving you can we live to Xiqi!"

"You're going to Xiqi?!" Feng Wuxuan was shocked, in this case, wouldn't he be on the same road as Nasan Yisheng?

But after thinking about it, the palace of Fengqi Cliff can't go back for the time being, and his father doesn't want to see him, and now San Yisheng is hindering him again. In addition, the ghost king and princess are pregnant, and if she wants to explain to her father, it is tantamount to asking for her own death.

The ghost party couldn't go back, so he could only go back to the boat to find Jiang Huayang and them, so he went to Xiqi by the way.

"If you don't go, you can leave now...... the middle-aged man said in a deep voice: "I know that you are the royal family of the Ghost Fang, and there are people from Xiqi who are chasing and killing you, and we will be very dangerous with you!"

Feng Wuxian nodded, the meaning of the appearance of black wings in the ghost side was understood by almost everyone who had been in the ghost side.

"This money. Leave it for you on the road, thank you for saving your life!" Feng Wuxuan took out some jade shells, put them on the ground, and turned around to leave.

But as soon as he took half a step, a sharp pain like a tear in his shoulder came, and the wind snorted and reached out to touch the wound, at this time the arrow had been pulled out, but the blood that kept leaving was still on his hand.

"Brother. He's hurt, don't let him go on his own!" the little girl said urgently.

The little boy looked at the middle-aged man, who was silent.

"The Wind Boy is the body of the Wind and Thunder Gathering Spirits...... Your blessing should be on the Jungnan Mountain in the east of Xiqi...... "Suddenly in the corner." The old man, who seemed to be seated, made a sound, startling the little girl.

Feng Wuxian frowned, originally with a sharp pain in his shoulder, and he didn't want to listen to what others had to say. But the old man actually knew that his surname was Feng, which made Feng Wuji have to endure the severe pain, turn around and salute the old man's position.

"This old man. Do you recognize me?"

The old man didn't move, closed his eyes and trembled: "The royal family of the ghost side is surnamed Feng, and people in the western countries know it......"

Feng Wuzhi suddenly said, "No wonder, what does that old man say about my body of wind and thunder gathering spirits, and also say that I am blessed on what mountain, what does this mean? Could it be that my predecessor is also a monk?"

"I ...... It's not a monk...... the old man said this, with a slight smile on his face, "But I have planted snow lotus for thirty years at the foot of Immortal Mountain Kunlun, so I have seen some immortal figures......"

The middle-aged man, the little boy and the little girl, seemed to hear the old man say so much for the first time, and couldn't help but listen intently to what he had to say.

"If you don't incarnate, I won't be able to detect your aura at all...... But when I met you, the Feng Yuan and Lei Yuan around you were extremely violent and chaotic...... "The old man said: "Among those apprentices who have been collected by the immortals, those who can have a dual-line cultivation talent at a young age are called the Body of Gathering Spirits. ”

Feng Wuyi's eyes widened slightly, he didn't expect that this old man, who seemed to be dying, still had such an identity and knowledge.

"Then the old man said, "What is the mountain where my blessed land is?"

"On Zhongnan Mountain, there is a hermit master, who is very good at wind and thunder, if you look for him, you will definitely get excellent teaching!" the old man said slowly.

"So he can take us to Xiqi safely?" After listening to the old man's words, the middle-aged man was a little skeptical.

The old man seemed to talk too much, and his body was very draining, and he gasped slightly: "You don't know the prestige of Nanshan in the Zhou Kingdom...... I have this and lend it to the Wind Boy...... It will be able to go all the way unimpeded. ”

As he spoke, the old man slowly moved his stiff body and took out a white jade from his waist.

As soon as the white jade was taken out, there was a faint whistling wind sound around it, and there was a faint light on the white jade, and there seemed to be clouds turning in it.

"Wow, that's beautiful!" cried the little girl, and looked closer to the old man.

The shape of the white jade is like a cloud, and there are three words engraved on it, which is very conspicuous.

"Cloud ...... The little girl seemed to recognize some words, and stumbled to read, "That fairy is called Yun Zhongzi?"

The old man shook his head, "I don't know, it's just that there was some fate back then, so I gave this treasure." ”

The middle-aged man looked at Bai Yu and frowned, "Old man, you have this treasure, why don't you redeem yourself and leave the stone building?" ”

"This treasure, can't you give people ......" The old man gently stroked the white jade with his rough fingers very lovingly, "The fairy can promise me that with this white jade, you can accept one of my descendants as a disciple." How can I redeem myself for such an opportunity, old man?"

"Do you still have grandchildren?" said the middle-aged man.

"Even after all these years, I don't have a family, let alone a grandchild. The old man said: "So I also moved my mind, all the way from Kunlun Mountain, planning to go to Zhongnan Mountain to meet the immortal......

The little boy who hadn't spoken much pouted and said, "Then grandpa, isn't it over if you take the white jade and take us to Xiqi, why bring this outsider......

Speaking of this, the little boy muttered, a little dissatisfied, and the careful thoughts of longing for the gods jumped on his face.

The old man shook his head, "Along the way, there will be Zhou soldiers to set up cards, and there will be some demon clans running rampant...... Let's take Baiyu to Xiqi, but we can only lose this treasure and take our lives. ”

"But if a monk goes to Zhongnan Mountain with this thing, not only will Zhou Bing not dare to touch you, but he will have to increase manpower to escort you all the way, so it will naturally be much safer. The old man said: "I have said, there are immortals on this Zhongnan Mountain, and even the king of Zhou, Ji Chang, is worshipped, you say that with the name of Zhongnan Mountain, can't you go to Xiqi?"

As soon as he said this, the middle-aged man and the little boy were speechless, neither of them knew fairy arts, and no one believed them when they held the treasure. But Feng Wuxian is indeed a monk, and he is more trustworthy than a few of them in holding a token.

It's just that at this time, Feng Wuzhi has no such intention, that San Yisheng is the doctor of Zhou Guo, and he is chasing and killing himself, is it possible that he still swaggers into Zhou Guo to show his identity?

What's more, he was going to Taolin Pass to meet the princess, and he wouldn't take the road of Xiqi, so he stood up, bowed to the old man and the middle-aged man, and thanked: "Thank you for saving your life, but I have other important things to do, I'm afraid I can't accompany you to Xiqi." ”

"Hey?" The middle-aged man had already accepted the old man's plan, but at this time, when he heard the wind and was reluctant, he was a little anxious.

"Thank you, juniors. ”

Feng Wuzhi did not dare to stay for a long time, and after speaking, he directly forced himself out of the residence, and glanced around, it was late at night, surrounded by some rolling plateau slopes, and the residence just now was a soil hole dug on the side of the mountain, the hole was full of fire, but it could not shine far.

Looking at the barren mounds under the night sky in the distance, the wind walked forward with great difficulty, and the little girl behind her ran out of the dirt hole, holding the door of the earth cave and looking timidly at the darkness in front of her.

"That Feng Gongzi is unwilling, and we can't force him to send us to Xiqi......" The middle-aged man's voice came from the cave, "Take one step at a time, let's talk about it if we really meet Zhou Bing."

"If you can't do it, let me take the white jade and pretend to be a disciple of that mountain, what's the matter?" the little boy's voice came.

"You don't know anything, you can't make ......" The old man said: "Little girl, you follow the wind boy, try your best to persuade him to come back, I can't say that you can follow him up to the Zhongnan Mountain in the future......"

"I ...... I'm afraid of the dark ......" The little girl didn't dare to dig out the door of the hole.

"You girl...... the old man complained a little in his tone, gently touched the white jade between his hands, and whispered to himself: "If you don't chase it back, I'm afraid it will be difficult to survive tomorrow......" (to be continued......