Thanks to the ten thousand demons lurking in Huizhou, Chang Xi and Qing Xuan had to give up the idea of driving the sword too conspicuously and relying on their bodies to hurry.

For the sake of safety, just in case, this is 5,000 miles to the west, three points of strength are used for hurrying, and seven points of strength are left to prevent enemy attacks. Chang Xi roughly estimated that it would take at least five days to arrive at their speed.

Out of Qingyun, Qing Xuan is like a canary out of the cage, enjoying this feeling of freedom extraordinarily. Throwing away the mask that is usually as cold and glamorous as a thorny rose, she is actually a straightforward and lively girl. After all, there is no single ray of wind that does not yearn for freedom.

With a particularly agile figure, she walked and stopped along the way, and she was so happy to play in the mountains and rivers. The precipitous place that ordinary people can hardly reach in their lives is just a light job with a lotus foot in her eyes. On the edge of the cloud cliff, on the shore of the Green Lake, and even the Yading of the Thorn Mansion, which is in charge of the power of a state in the mortal world, her graceful voice and shadow are everywhere.

Maybe he was tired of playing and wanted to ride a horse, but Chang Xi couldn't withstand Qing Xuan's stubbornness, so he had to get two horses when he passed by a big city. The two of them rode horses one after the other through the forest and mountains, and the heartless Qing Xuan tried to bless the horses under the crotch of the two with a small wind technique, and the effect was unexpectedly good. The two horses felt as light as swallows, as if there were no people sitting on them. At that moment, there was a cheerful hiss, with Qing Xuan's silver bell-like laughter and Chang Xi's helpless face, he spread his hooves and galloped away.

Qing Xuan is not very good at riding horses, but how can this stump her with the Wind Spirit Root?

Lotus feet step on the stirrup, hold the reins in one hand, hold up the gentle breeze with the other, and the wind surrounding his body gently lifts his waist away from the horse's back, and he will not be strained.

It's just that once the waist is pouted, the white silk pants that can barely cover the roots of the legs can no longer hide the delicate snow-white of the two petals under the waist that shake with the horses under the crotch. After looking at the same beautiful scenery for a few days, Chang Xi has already settled down like an old monk. It's just that he sighed helplessly in his heart, and it was inevitable that he would be suspected of voyeurism when he had been following Qing Xuan all the time, so he had to pat the horse's neck with a wry smile, and sped up to Qing Xuan.

Looking at the black clothes that suddenly floated in front of her, Qing Xuan was stunned for a moment, and then quickly reacted. Pretty blushed slightly, and took a sip, but felt that the figure in front of him galloping on a horse became more and more pleasing to the eye.

The fog gradually formed, and the night was slightly cool. Comparing the location of the map, Qing Xuan pointed to a dark place on the opposite hill and said, "There should be a temple about a mile ahead, we can go there to rest tonight." ”

Between the two mountains is a mountain stream ten feet wide, and the best BMW in the world cannot jump over it. The two turned over and dismounted, but had to release the horse and fly across the stream by themselves. The two horses seemed to like Qing Xuan very much, and they gently arched their heads in Qing Xuan's arms, very reluctant. Seeing that these were the two best masters they had ever met in their lives, they flew over the mountain stream and disappeared from view. The horses neighed softly toward the opposite hill as if saying goodbye, and finally they fell into the darkness in pairs.

Although the mountain was damp and dark, it did not affect the two of them, and they slowly went up along the winding mountain road. In the cultivation, the qi and blood are strong and the eyesight is extremely strong, not to mention that Qing Xuan is surrounded by spiritual wind, and ordinary cold winds cannot invade a foot in front of him.

The temple view of the incense is deserted, and it looks a little dilapidated.

Compared to the darkness, no one will refuse the light, Qing Xuanyu's fingers went around twice, and the fallen leaves and branches piled up in front of the temple were suddenly swept up by the wind and piled up, and Chang Xi nugged his eyes. Chang Xi comprehended, patted the storage bag, felt out two flint stones and squatted down, and after a while, the pile of dead leaves ignited a fire, dispelling the darkness in the courtyard.

It is not beautiful to run around for a day without food, Chang Xi jumped into the dense forest, and caught a few pheasants and hares with only half a cup of tea. Just as Chang Xi was looking for a mountain spring to open his stomach and clean it, he was stopped by Qing Xuan.

"Look at me!"

Qing Xuan was eager to try, his fingertips gathered into an invisible blade, and his organs and intestines were cleverly compressed into a ball by the strong wind pressure and did not spill out at all. The green jade fingers are like flying spirit butterflies, and only a few fingers separate the fur and flesh of the pheasant and hare, and the extremely dexterous dance knife trajectory is not as good as Chang Xi, who was looking at it attentively.

The exquisite cooking skills that have been honed for thousands of days and nights have been vividly displayed by Chang Xi, the charred roast chicken and rabbit skewers are sprinkled with salt, cumin and other spices on the branches, and the enticing golden grease drips in the bonfire, bursting out with unimaginable wonderful fragrance. Qing Xuan stood beside Chang Xi, swallowing saliva and grumbling in her stomach, which made Chang Xi laugh and leaned back, causing the two to fight for a while.

The firewood crackled, and the two of them suddenly stopped fighting, looking at the dark mountain road outside the temple that leads directly to the foot of the mountain, there was a hidden fire light approaching here quickly, and there were noisy voices that gradually became clear.

Chang Xi glanced at the white silk pants that were almost transparent by the bonfire, and reluctantly twisted his eyebrows and said: "They all said that you should wear more, I have good concentration, but it doesn't mean that other men have good concentration." ”

Qing Xuan only glanced up and didn't care anymore, only focused on the meat skewers that were grilled to the point of fragrant smell by the bonfire, and said disapprehantly: "Someone can't wait to come to see me, I'm a weak woman, where can I stop it." ”

"If you are a weak woman, won't the other disciples of Qingyun Peak all have to jump off the cliff in shame?" Chang Xi was muttering secretly in his heart, the firelight and dense footsteps in front of the temple had already arrived.

Dozens of strong men flocked to the temple, and the dilapidated and depressed courtyard was suddenly overcrowded.

Half a day ago, after the autumn wind, they accidentally saw a man and a woman galloping in the forest from a distance. The horses under the crotches of the two people are really windy under their hooves, and the ones that run are called fast. This kind of peerless BMW is worth no less than 100 gold, and it is even more unthinkable if it is higher. If these two BMWs are in their hands, will the brothers still need to hide and rob their homes all day long?

Most of the grass robbers are blood-stained with knives, and they boast of a large number of people, how can they take this little man and woman in their eyes. couldn't catch up with the two horses, but he calculated where the two landed. hurried to this temple and just blocked the two people.

The grass robbers held torches, and for a moment they couldn't find the two imaginary horses. Everyone looked at the two figures standing and squatting by the bonfire in the courtyard, but their eyes widened and they swallowed their saliva in unison.

The young man who was half-squatting in front of the bonfire and fiddling with the barbecue must have come from a wealthy family, and the gold-rimmed black robe with the suppleness and no wrinkles was like silk and not cloth, and there was no reflection in the firelight. Looking at his white skin, he knew that he was a soft egg who couldn't endure hardship, and he tied up and chopped off half of his fingers, so he didn't worry about getting a lot of ransom.

It was the turn of the slim girl beside the young man, and the grass cowards standing behind the temple gate had already their eyes red, and their crotches were propped up high, pushing like crazy. How had they ever seen such a woman in their lives? The pretty figure that could pinch out the water was really amazing, and the double peaks on the chest and the plump and straight warp under the slender waist were connected into a horny arc. On the smooth and flat lower abdomen, the two mermaid lines were deeply submerged into the fig leaf under the lower abdomen that was not the size of their palms, and a pair of slender legs like flawless white jade flashed in the firelight with a seductive luster, and the calves were tight and close together without leaving the slightest gap.

The big boss standing at the front had a breath as thick as a cow, and a group of red-eyed grass robbers behind him pounced on Qing Xuan, who was so weak and helpless in their eyes, like hungry wolves.

"You... You guys wait... Don't!"

Behind the dozens of crazy grass cowards was a thin teenager who had been captured by them to work as coolies. He shouted anxiously, trying to grab a grass coward next to him who was usually kind to him, but was violently overthrown to the ground with a palm. Cao Kou snorted and panted, and rushed towards the woman with red eyes, for fear that she would not be able to taste it if she was slow.

He suddenly felt so cold.

Why didn't the young man in the temple even raise his head in the face of dozens of cruel grass robbers? Why was the fairy sister as beautiful as a fairy still so calm? Didn't anyone hear the sound of a sharp object coming out of the sheath in the firelight?"

"Why don't you feel scared, big boss?"

In the muttering of the thin young man, a dazzling flash rose in the temple, turning his vision into a blue color, cutting off the mountain whimpering.