The current Yan doesn't know that he is not at all like the young sect master of the Xuanchi Sect in the early stage. On the contrary, it fits the author's description of him when he appears again after entering the Demon Slaughter Sect.

When he slit open the giant bird's forehead, Yin Qingle looked away and shrank back into the corner.

This can't be blamed on her, she doesn't touch the spring water with her fingers in the real world, let alone such a big beast, she doesn't even dare to look at killing chickens. She knew that Yan Bu was protecting her, but her heart was beating so hard that her hands and feet were weak uncontrollably.

It took a long time for the snow-white figure to enter the cave, and he waved the sleeves of his robe to lift the barrier.

Yin Qingle didn't dare to catch up. She cautiously observed Yan Bu's appearance, trying to find out what state Yan Buzhi was in now from those dark and deep pupils.

"You saved me again." She whispered, "I'm done resting, I can continue to lead the way." ”

Yan turned his head and coughed a few times without answering. The clenched fist was released, and a red bead lay in the palm of his hand, red and hot, like a flame, almost igniting Yin Qingle's eyes.

Yan didn't know how to turn his hand, and the luster of the red beads slowly dimmed.

"It's not going to be there again." The sigh was very soft, as if it would be broken in the wind at any time, "Huohong's vitality is very strong, unless Neidan leaves the body, otherwise, no matter how injured it is, it will recover." ”

Yin Qingle catered dryly: "Okay, it's amazing, if Neidan is put back into the body, will it be reborn?" ”

If it weren't for the final impact of the Fire Bird, Yan would never have killed it. He said that Huohong is familiar with himself, and the word "familiar" does not know how many layers of meaning it contains.

"Heavenly Dao cycle, life and death are not trivial matters. The rebirth of the deceased is difficult to climb to the sky. Yan didn't know how to answer.

Yin Qingle fell silent and stopped squeaking, for fear of saying too much and making too many mistakes.

Instead, Yan didn't know how to speak: "You said before that mortals need to eat? ”

Yin Qingle immediately covered his mouth: "I don't eat that bird!" "That's a spirit animal, and it is said that some spirit beasts have developed a sense of consciousness, and except for their appearance, they are almost indistinguishable from people.

Yan didn't know how to glance at her: "Huohong has guarded the Xuanchi Sect for two hundred years, even if I have to kill it, I won't use it as food." ”

"It's just that during the fight, a few birds flew by in the sky." He thought of Yin Qingle's dream, and the little girl shrank into a ball like a quail, crying out in a daze that she was hungry.

Yin Qingle shook his head: "Thank you, but the top priority is to leave the Dome Scar Abyss." ”

Catching up with Yan's doubtful eyes, she waved her hand with a resolute gaze. She took out a thumb-sized snack from her pocket: "Mortals are tougher than you think, you can't die if you don't eat a meal, it's better to hurry as soon as possible." ”

Glancing at the crumpled and dirty slippers regretfully, it was determined that they were completely deformed and could no longer be worn, Yin Qingle sighed and left them in place.

"You can disappear." She said angrily. Then he turned around and walked barefoot towards Yan Zhi, "Let's go, shall we?" ”

It's cold, it's hard, it's painful. Walking barefoot on the rocky ground, the taste is called a sourness. Yin Qingle tried hard to hypnotize herself, convince herself that she was not uncomfortable, and maintained a smile on her face in front of Yan Zhi.

As soon as she said that, the slippers began to disappear, and there was no way to put them on, so she had to go barefoot on the road.

Yan didn't know how to lower his eyes, his gaze swept over the girl's smile, and he gently shook the fire bead in his hand, feeling the heat that was coming out of it. Raised his hand and swiped horizontally in the air, gathering the gravel in the cave into a fast and smooth stone slab, and looked at the girl with a surprised face.

"Is that the width appropriate?" Yan didn't know how to signal Yin Qingle to step forward.

Yin Qingle pointed to the slate, and then pointed to himself: "For me?" ”

"Hmm."

Yan didn't know how to isolate the aura, lifted his robe, and Yin Qingle's bloody, mud-stained legs came into view again.

No matter how suspicious he is, he is a mortal through and through.

Frail, delicate, and without cultivation, it will be drained of vitality by the overflowing aura at any time, and become a corpse that has died in vain. Even so, when sleeping, he unconsciously spreads out life-saving clothes.

It should be more difficult to take care of than all the monks and all the spirit beasts he had encountered, and it would be even more difficult to survive in the cultivation realm.

"When you get to the Dark River, I will purify the flowing water for you, and you will wash your wounds." Yan didn't know how to meditate and ponder, laboriously pondering the medical scriptures he occasionally glanced at.

Yin Qingle looked confused: "No need to ......"

"If you don't pay attention to it, if the injury worsens, or if you don't treat it for a long time, I'm afraid you will get infected and die." Yan didn't know how to say seriously, and Yin Qingle was not allowed to refuse.

Hearing Yan not know the mention of death, Yin Qingle's mind also flashed various symptoms of infection and sequelae, she trembled all over, and began to get started seriously, checking all parts of the slate. After a while, she suggested: "You can increase the height of the railings on both sides to prevent me from slipping halfway." ”

"If I am caught off guard, I will not have time to brainwash myself, and I will pass on the pain to you." Homeopathic and intimate to make up the reason.

"Can I add a footpad underneath? It's tiring to hang in the air all the time. I'm sorry I can't 'swish' to the sky with my sword like you monks. ”

Yan didn't know: "......" didn't say a word, and did it.

After a few tosses, Yin Qingle had her own small stone chair, she tried to pat the dirt off her feet, sat on the chair surface, and continued unknowingly: "If only there were soft cushions." ”

Coming into contact with Yan Zhiwei's slightly cool gaze, Yin Qingle immediately shut up. She clasped her palms together and saluted reverently, "I don't have anything else to ask for, thank you very much." ”

The stone chair hung in the air, and the invisible spiritual power held the stone chair on one end, and connected with Yan Zhizhi's true qi on the other, smoothly pulling the heavy stones. Yin Qingle climbed up and smiled in surprise.

Yan didn't know how to look away, lowered his head and manipulated the real air rotation: "It's time to go." ”

After speaking, he walked out of the cave, offered a branch, tapped his toes on it, and flew out with his backhand.

A series of screams came from behind him: "Help, ahh!!h ”

"No, no." Yin Qingle grabbed the handrail with both hands, her little face was pale and bloodless, she curled up on the stone chair, panting violently, "It's too fast!" ”

It's a roller coaster, and there's not even a seat belt. It was just a slight leap of genius sword cultivation, if Yan didn't know how to hurry with all her strength, she was afraid that she would be crushed into a meatloaf by the wind pressure in an instant.

Yin Qingle was frightened, and Chao Yan didn't know: "Can you build another enchantment, so that I can not be blown away." ”

Yan didn't know how to cough softly and shook his head: "If you build an enchantment, you will lose too much true qi, and the gains outweigh the losses." ”

After thinking for a moment, Yan didn't know how to descend and manipulate the stone chair to land as smoothly as possible. Under the girl's frightened gaze, Yan didn't know how to sigh helplessly.

"It's me who didn't think it through." He said with a straight face, "Don't worry, I won't be flying in the air again." ”

Yin Qingle lay on the stone chair, her face flushed as if she was about to drip blood: "Thank you, you are such a good person." ”

On the next road, Yan didn't know that he didn't send any more branches. He walked slowly, not slowly, and took Yin Qingle all the way to the dark river. Taking advantage of the fact that there was nothing to do, Yin Qingle specially reached outside and washed it in the rain.

There was still some way to go from the water source, Yin Qingle was bored, and seeing that Yan didn't know how to concentrate on hurrying, he secretly took out his mobile phone from his pocket. Clicking on the search bar, Yin Qingle decided to start with a simple question.

[Yan doesn't know when it will be completely blackened? 】

Search results: [Please unlock the [Original Plot] module to view, unlock conditions: After deep contact with the entangled object, it will be automatically unlocked.] 】

[Current depth: 1.] 】

Yin Qingle: ?

The search bar, how is it so much like an intermediary to sell a business? And this 1%, is it so estranged between her and Yan Ming?

hugged the pillow, a handful of snot and tears, crying and shouting "Don't be sad, know that your mother loves you", all of which were wrongly paid.

She was not reconciled and chose another question.

[Why did Yan Ming's true qi suddenly dissipate? 】

Search results: [Yan didn't know how to feel the temptation of demons around him, and tried to use his skills to disperse. Because of its lack of spiritual bones, the meridians are not smooth, the spiritual mansion is chaotic, the true qi is unstable, and it is affected by cold poison, and the pranayama is blocked. There are multiple reasons, resulting in the inability to absorb the aura for cultivation, and forcibly operate, but it is counterattacked. 】

Yin Qingle almost didn't hold the phone steady. She remembered, Yan didn't know the current state, there were traces in the original book.

The book "Asking the Way of Heaven", following the perspective of the male protagonist, records his road to fighting monsters and upgrading, and there are many side descriptions about Yan Buzhi.

One of them has been ignored by Yin Qingle for a long time.

The actor and Yan don't know the difference, although he is talented, but he is good at chivalrous deeds, and after the Jindan Great Perfection, he is not used to the sect, and he has traveled down the mountain several times, and he has been chivalrous and righteous, and his cultivation is slow to improve.

It wasn't until the destruction of the three families of the Xuanchi Sect spread throughout the cultivation realm that the male and female protagonists revealed that Yan didn't know that he was the murderer of the Tu Sect, and was cut down by the sword cultivator who was ruthless and had few words, and escaped from death, that the male protagonist began to practice steadily.

He is indeed a genius who does not lose to Yan Zhi, and in only three years, he has reached the realm of transformation from Jindan Dacheng to the Great Perfection of Jindan, and he can fight with Yan Zhizhi. But herein lies the problem.

Yin Qingle remembers very clearly that when the male protagonist Jin Dan, Yan didn't know that he had already become a god, and when the male protagonist turned into a god, he was still a god.

Is it because the chances of demonic cultivation ascending are very small, so they can't give up on themselves and enter Mahayana?

How can it be. There must have been something blocking his cultivation path, making his cultivation stay at the moment when the cold poison broke out, and he couldn't improve by half a step. Forcibly exercising gong is the pain of eating the heart and bones.

"What's wrong?"

The monk in front of him straightened his back, heard the movement behind him, and turned his head to look at her: "I should be walking fairly smoothly." ”

The black hair moved lightly with the wind, the face was calm, and the spiritual power of the fingertips was stable. Looking at it in a flash, who would have thought that the poison in his body was repeated, and his true qi was disordered.

Even when she was reading a book, Yin Qingle beat her chest thousands of times for Yan Zhizhi, and when she really faced each other, she still had a sour nose and felt numb in her heart.

It is too much to deceive, it is too much to deceive.

Yin Qingle can't wait to wear it back now, grabbing the author who wrote the book: "How much money do you need to write Zhizhi alive!" ”

In the face of Yan Buzhi, she couldn't say anything, she could only laugh: "It's my problem, I just got distracted, and I didn't sit down all of a sudden." ”

Watching Yan turn around with a smile, the stone chair moved again, Yin Qingle lowered his head, and crackled in the search bar typing. Her mouth tightened, her fingertips darting across the screen, nearly popping out of the spark.

She had to do something to keep Yan Wei uncomfortable. Thinking that he might have the ability to help him, Yin Qingle couldn't sit still at all.

[How to solve the cold poison in the body? 】