The Sage Forest stretches from the central part to the north, covering a huge area, and there are countless kinds of demon beasts growing in it, but it can't stop the Confucian cultivators from coming to practice.

Tens of thousands of years ago, this was the most respected Confucian Qin Beiyi in the Haotian Realm, and he lived and cultivated for a long time.

Although there is no first in literature, he has left countless classic articles in this field for 10,000 years. A picture of a word or a scroll of paintings can attract people with clumsy talents to enter the Tao.

Qin Beiyi is humble and courteous, often in the forest where he lives to hold all kinds of cultural and martial arts, come here to participate in the victory of the Confucian cultivators, and then have a great achievement, is to this forest is called the sage forest.

It is rumored that there are a lot of spiritual wood and stone slabs here, all of which have the pen and ink left by Qin Beiyi, and if you are lucky enough to meet them, it will be a great opportunity for Confucian cultivators.

Therefore, even if there are groups of demon beasts, the monks of the Haotian Realm want to travel here, in addition to drawing maps to find opportunities, they also have the intention of worshiping their predecessors with reverence.

He Miaomiao had read the map in Qianrentang, and the young man had also said several safe routes, which could avoid difficult demon beasts, let alone enter high-level territory.

These roads are also passed on by word of mouth in the Haotian Realm, and halfway through, there are more monks around, most of them are Confucian cultivators, and there are occasionally three or five Taoist cultivators, and the rest of the roads are almost nowhere to be seen.

He Miaomiao was not interested in finding Qin Beiyi's pen and ink, so she walked faster than others, and soon overtook a large number of Confucian cultivators, and reached the edge of the Sage Forest on a night when the full moon was high.

There are several connected low hills outside the forest, and you can reach Yishan Castle when you go out, and there is a flying boat point in the city, which leads directly to the northernmost Jixian Academy.

He Miaomiao quickened her pace, and was about to walk out of the edge of the forest, when she suddenly heard a rumbling sound from behind, and a strong air current attacked her, hitting her heart. The attack wasn't unintentional, it seemed to be coming at her.

Her figure flickered quickly, and she dodged the blow, and her consciousness swept backwards, and the three people she saw were all familiar faces.

The trembling little Confucian cultivator hid in a third-order super-grade formation in the distance, tightly tugging on her sleeves and looking outside to fight;

The blow just now was her casual attack, but what surprised He Miaomiao was not her, but the male cultivator who was fighting with her.

The young man was dressed in a gray robe, as agile as a spirit rabbit when he shuttled through the forest, and his double knives were as thin as cicada wings, with a pure fire spirit, and his every move was vividly played.

His sword eyebrows were slightly furrowed, his eyes were as bright as stars, and when his eyes swept over He Miaomiao, his movements were obviously momentarily frozen, and he looked no less surprised than her.

He Miaomiao sensed a familiarity that was integrated into the bone and blood in the sword qi he struck, which was the unique heat flow of the Vermilion Bird bloodline, which was infused into the moves, making the fire spirit's attack even more violent and unstoppable.

She didn't care about the shock in her heart, her feet flew up a little bit, and the light was like a fish in water in the dark night, and the streamer had not yet appeared, but it had been hidden among the electric light and flint. There were only countless sword qi, as if they were born out of thin air, directly attacking the female cultivator's lifeline from all directions.

The female cultivator is not a sword cultivator, she relies on her excellent natal magic weapon to fight against a strong defense, and the talisman in her hand continues to fly out, and the five-colored spiritual light explodes a large area of the sky.

He Miaomiao dodged several giant pythons formed by red flames, injected a large amount of spiritual power into Hanguang, divided into nine in the air, and swung dozens of swords at the female cultivator. The fierce fire spirit and sword qi finally broke through the defenses and entered the female cultivator's body, and no one in the dantian's heart was spared.

As soon as the person died, the forest immediately quieted down, and He Miaomiao turned his eyes to look at the male cultivator who was full of shock and disordered breath, and finally felt a trace of traction connected by blood.

"Your name is Zishen?"

She never expected that Brother Ah Shen, whom He Xiaoyu missed, and the person who had a relationship with her over Jiufang Island, was actually the youngest brother of the Zi family's generation.

Zishen didn't know how to react for a while, a smirk appeared on his sluggish face, and he nodded to He Miaomiao again and again, nodding, his eyes were a little red.

He Miaomiao stared at him with big eyes and half open mouth, not knowing at all whether it was better to cry with him or let him stop crying, seeing that he was quite aggrieved, he couldn't say anything about persuasion.

There was a thumping sound from the formation in the distance, and it was Xiao Ruxiu who was anxiously slapping inside, and He Miaomiao realized that this was not the place to speak.

With a move in her senses, she took the female cultivator's storage ring and the spirit beast bag, waved her hand and released the little Confucian cultivator, and sacrificed the Vermilion Bird Boat to leave quickly with the two of them.

Several hills outside the Sage Forest are not above the spiritual veins, the spiritual energy is relatively thin, and there are few demon beasts living there, and the Vermilion Bird Boat is hidden at a low altitude and moves forward steadily, quiet but warm in the formation barrier.

Zishen was still embarrassed to cry, she pursed her lips and pretended to be serious for a while, and when her mind completely calmed down, she opened her mouth in a dumb voice, "You...... Are you a clan sister?"

"Well, I'm Zixuan, and I'm the third in this generation. He Miaomiao responded with a smile, wanting to know more about his situation, but not wanting to ask in front of outsiders. "How did you two meet?"

"The third sister also knows him?"

Xiao Ruxiu looked at them in a daze, Zishen could feel it, and he and He Miaomiao looked at each other, and they tacitly agreed with each other not to talk much about family affairs. "I met him while I was looking for a way outside the forest, and when I saw that he was familiar with the route, I simply proposed to go with him. ”

"Junior Shi Ling, thank you for the life-saving grace of the two seniors!" Xiao Confucian Xiu woke up from the repeated killings and robberies, and honestly performed two big gifts on the boat, recalling the innocent and tragic death of his relatives, his expression was a little sad.

He Miaomiao saw that his face was even paler than when she parted, and she couldn't help but sigh in her heart, the spirit beast bag in her hand was clearly filled with two three-tailed spirit minks, but Shi Ling's innocent and tragic relatives could not be found anyway.

She doesn't like to feed living creatures, especially this kind of demon beast with high intelligence and no relatives, thinking that this matter is all because of these two minks, she simply threw the bag to Shi Ling, "You can watch and dispose of it yourself." ”

The two Taiyi Sect are arrogant and unreasonable, and these two beasts with amazing intelligence are definitely not innocent.

It's instinct for them to run for their lives, as any living being does. But because of his unfavorable actions, he was indifferent to the lives of others, and he looked like a matter of course, no matter how precious and rare, it was just a cold-blooded thing.

When Shi Ling took the bag, he hesitated silently for a long time, he knew that the two minks could obviously transmit sound to contact the misunderstanding......

The death of his loved one made him grief-stricken, but it did not make him lose the bottom line in his heart. "Forget it, leave them in this mountain, and live or die according to the will of heaven. ”

Shi Ling muttered, untied the bag and threw it out of the boat, the spirit boat didn't fly high, and the two snow-white balls rushed out with their long tails, and their figures disappeared in a flash.