Qing Huan is a person who says nothing, as long as she determines one thing, she will not give up.

After knocking on the side and inquiring secretly, she only heard that in the west of Zhongnan Mountain was the other residence of the god Qinghua, but later she learned that it was not only a separate residence, but also a training camp-like place, and it also revealed the secret of her mishaea.

It turned out that the miasma forbidden area was set up by the god of Qinghua, in addition to preventing the demon beast from escaping, but also to prevent non-cultivators from entering by mistake.

"Demon beast?" Qing Huan muttered in her heart, isn't it like the pig she saw in Nantianmen, recalling the majestic style of the beast swallowing mountains and rivers that day, she swallowed her saliva and retreated.

The plan was put on hold for a while.

Until that day, she still went to the stream to sit quietly on the big rocks, and saw the little roe deer that had led her through the thorn bush last time.

"See you again. Qing Huan greeted it and tried to use telephony to see if he could communicate with it.

The little deer was not small, walked up to Qing Huan, and pushed her leg and stomach with his head.

There was no echo from the telephony, and it seemed that the psychic had failed.

Qing Huan stretched out his hand and touched the top of the roe deer's head and asked, "Are you here to find me?"

The little roe deer nodded, although he didn't speak, but he seemed to see through human nature.

Qing Huan was amused by its cute appearance: "Then you came today, did you come to play with me, or did you want to take me to the place last time?"

The little deer obviously understood Qing Huan's words, and after rubbing her legs, he turned around and jumped to the other side of the stream, and then turned to look at Qing Huan.

This scene is a bit familiar, Qing Huan understands it, this little roe deer wants to follow it like last time, to a place where I don't know where it is.

With the experience of the last time, Qing Huan also has a little bottom in his heart.

It is said that in order to avoid fainting in the miasma like last time, before he walked to the thorn bush, he picked a large bundle of yellow teng grass in his pocket.

Last time, the third senior brother told her that yellow vine grass can cure miasma, although this grass has always grown in a foul smelling place, but Qing Huan can't care about any disgusting or disgusting in order to save his life.

The little roe deer has been wandering beside her, wherever Qing Huan goes, and from time to time he will put his head on her back or arm.

Qing Huan sighed, it seems that she has to go to the thorn bush today, or not, it can be verified that her cultivation has made some progress in the past thousand years.

Walked all the way into the thorn bushes, the thorns were as sharp as needles, and the spiritual power in the body was called out, and the body was protected from suffering from skin and flesh like last time.

The little roe deer seemed to be running very fast, and when Qing Huan caught up with it, it was out of breath and out of the thorn bushes, and what appeared in front of her was not the sea of grass that connected with the sky in her impression.

But......

The bottomless cliffs, every step out of the heart is frightened, the gravel at the foot rolls down, for a long time without hearing the sound, trying to poke out of the head, the clouds are shrouded, only vaguely can see a few flowers and plants breaking out of the rock on the cliff.

Qing Huan recalled the conversation that he didn't know for no reason, as if he had mentioned a place, the Sleepless Cliff?

Why, this is where the cliff that never sleeps.

Qing Huan took two steps back, the rocks on the cliff wall were so cold that they made people palpitate, not to mention the abyss under the misty clouds, which was often unknown, was the most terrifying.

Xu saw that she retreated, and the little deer was a little anxious, so he directly grabbed the corner of her skirt and dragged her forward.

Qing Huan said in a trembling voice: "Little roe deer, don't you want me to jump off the cliff, I don't have this hobby." ”

The little roe deer pulled it with more force, and not only that, but also opened his mouth and said, "You go down quickly." ”

Qing Huan was surprised: "Huh, you can communicate with me." "Psychic works again?

The little roe deer didn't answer her question directly, and said anxiously: "Go down!" The voice sounded like that of a young girl.

Qing Huan clasped his hands and asked, "Why do you want me to go down, you tell me first, what's down there?"

The little roe deer said with an aggrieved cry: "I and my father, this is a roe deer living in the Zhongnan Mountain, one day, we were drinking water by the river, suddenly fell from the sky a golden giant net, my father and mother reacted quickly, and was not caught in the net, but one of my legs was nailed to the spot, I still remember that time, I was very scared, desperately howling, struggling, are useless. ”

Qing Huan sat in front of the little deer and listened quietly.

"In my most desperate moments," the little deer continued, "they turned back and turned back, one came to tear the great net that trapped me, the other fought with the monks who came to capture us, and finally..."

Qing Huan stroked its body, her eyes full of unbearability and sadness.

"In the end, I was the only one who escaped, and a few days later I found my dying mother by the river, who told me that my father had gone to the bottom of the cliff, and that my mother had jumped from here. ”

Qing Huan said in a low voice: "I think your mother is in love with your father." "Death is to die together.

The little roe deer shook his head and said: "It's not like this, I can feel that they are all still alive, just under this cliff, alive and well, I also thought about jumping, but I can't break through this miasma, a little closer, my whole body is numb, and it is difficult to breathe." ”

Qing Huan looked down, could the shrouded mist be the so-called miasma? She pointed to herself and asked, "So...... You mean, you want me to go down?"

The little deer showed innocent eyes and said, "Please, help me find my father." ”

Qing Huan is indeed naïve sometimes, but she is not stupid, and silently took a step back and said, "Little deer, how do you judge that your father and mother are still alive after falling from this cliff?"

The little roe deer moved his eyes and said: "It's not just you humans who can cultivate and become immortals, my father and mother are all roe deer spirits who have lived for thousands of years, so naturally they won't fall off the cliff and die so easily." ”

The roe deer spirit said in her heart, she has learned, the essence is a non-human absorbed the essence of the sun and the moon, and the fairy land aura opened up the spiritual wisdom.

Qing Huan just wanted to say something, a hurricane blew, and before she could come back to her senses, she saw clearly where the external force pushing her back came from, and she threw herself down the cliff when she was unstable.

Qing Huan smashed heavily towards the misty clouds, the cold and rapid wind whistled past her ears, she hurriedly recited the mantra to use the cloud technique, the little white clouds gradually condensed under her, but before the clouds condensed, there was a strong suction force from the cliff, and in an instant, she was pulled down from the sparse clouds.

This power was very domineering, and even curbed the spiritual power in Qing Huan's body, making her unable to control the sky, so she had to let it fall to the bottom of the cliff.

At the same time, the eyes of the little roe deer on the edge of the cliff gradually turned red from the original clear, bloody red, she is the roe deer spirit who has lived for thousands of years, what monk rounded up, father and mother were killed, all of them were fake, and the heart said: In the past, it was enough to send a sacrifice once in a hundred years, but in recent years, the frequency of that guy's request has become higher and higher, forcing her to take risks again, but fortunately she did not meet the person whose cultivation is unfathomable this time.

Sacrifice?

Qing Huan didn't know his upcoming fate at this time, and just wanted not to fall too miserably this time.