The mountain wind blew, the branches and leaves swayed, and the speckled moonlight soaked through the dense leaf gaps, leaking out mosquitoes and flies-sized spots of light. If you are an idler watching in the courtyard, you may be able to praise the algae. Regardless of the strong wind and the green leaves, just mentioning the night in the mountains is enough to make the literati and saucers in the world silently put down their pens.

The snow snorted, and the horse was a little frightened of the starless forest, and its hooves couldn't help but step a little smaller, and its intuition told it that the mountain was filled with a faint gloomy smell.

It couldn't figure out if it was the rotting smell of humus leaves that stained its hooves, and the occasional rubbing resin stained its mane with a sweet scent that could not be washed off, and even the usual light was fragmented.

The horse waved its head uneasily, and the copper bell's eyes nervously scanned the environment that was difficult to see with its eyesight, and could not see anything, only the smell of the mountains and forests getting stronger and stronger. It was not a fresh and sassy mountain forest, but a mountain forest where strange beasts lurked in the dark phantom.

Hun Tianxue began to miss the grassland not long ago, although it was so noisy that someone even stabbed him with an awl. But it still loves the bright night sky and the vast meadows in the cool breeze of the summer night, and it is too carried away for a while to reach this eerie place before it has time to enjoy it.

Hun Tianxue is a proud white horse, it has always been very disdainful of these weak and timid people in the Central Plains, and of course looks down on those humans who try to control it, and a few years ago the owner on his back tamed it very dangerously. Hun Tianxue naturally didn't want to turn the horse's head so easily, so it resisted the panic and continued to slowly walk through the mountains and forests.

Chu Lihong felt the uneasiness of the white horse under the seat, and in the past, he would lean down and brush the snowy horse's mane and tell him that he was here. But he was holding Xiao Ningsu who had passed out in his arms at this time, and he couldn't go out to comfort the mount, so he had to shake the reins of the horse and signal the snow to run quickly.

Xiao Ningsu had a Pure Heart Fire Pills in his mouth. Not to mention anything else, at least the bleeding of the seven orifices was stopped, and the internal fire was suppressed and no longer spread. When the body temperature is no longer so amazing, Chu Lihong will give her another True Qi Internal Pill, dig up the bottom of the burning Dantian, and give birth to her own True Qi.

The tight strip of cloth under the ribs oozed blood, Chu Lihong frowned, didn't care, and moved Xiao Ningsu slightly, letting her lean on it comfortably. I estimated in my heart that this was the section of Wufeng Mountain.

After all, Chu Lihong's strength is only at the level of a five-grade swordsman, far inferior to Xiao Ningsu's superb sword cultivation of a single Su King fighting several little grandmasters. Fortunately, Chu Lihong has never crossed the gap between the five and four grades, and he has not been angry, so he will not have the worry of overdrawing his true qi, and the internal fire in his body is boiling like Xiao Ningsu. The same bad thing is to use brute force to resist the enemy, and I have suffered a lot before and after, although it is a slight injury, I am afraid that it will become a big disaster.

After thinking for a while, Chu Lihong remembered that it should be in the shade of Wufeng Mountain at this time, no wonder this mountain forest is dark and gloomy, and the sunlight is much lower all year round.

Since it is the shade of the place, it is natural to turn over to the sunny place, this night is fast, in the dawn can stand on the top of Wufeng Mountain, the vast land of Jizhou is now in front of you, at that time the snow spread out of the four hooves and rushed up, no one can catch up.

Judging where to go, Chu Lihong lightly lifted the horse's reins, clamped the horse's belly, and bent down to hug Xiao Ningsu tightly, so as not to let her be thrown by the tree branches that were pumped around. Stretch out your hand and pat the neck of the snow horse.

"Go up!" Chu Lihong said softly.

Hun Tianxue snorted, and it didn't bother to look back at the silly boy who had a girl and forgot about the horse. If it weren't for the fact that Master Ma Ma was carrying you thousands of miles away, how could he have allowed you to be so presumptuous.

After two or three hours, Chu Lihong's brocade clothes became a lock of flowers, and the white horse became a zebra. Fortunately, there were no dangers along the way, and I walked higher and higher until the forest became thin.

The night grew darker, to the point where they could not see each other for a few feet. Chu Lihong knew that this was the darkest moment before dawn, so he put Xiao Ningsu on the horse's neck, turned over and dismounted, took out the fire sickle and cotton from the saddle bag, and knocked out the fire in a few strokes.

The dead branch that was lit on fire emitted a misty light, and Chu Lihong shook the dead branch forward. As he expected, there was a small Taoist temple in front of him.

Shenzhou Xing cultivates, not only the famous mountains and Daze have caves and blessed lands to attract people who are destined to practice, and seek a feather to ascend. There is also the immortal life of the immortals, and the immortal luck of crossing people to cultivate immortals. Therefore, all the beautiful mountains and rivers, even if they are small hills and hills, there will be Taoist temples for people to eat and drink.

The subtle fire illuminated a corner of the Taoist temple, the door wall was peeled off and I don't know how many years of wind and rain had passed, and the gate that should have been locked was actually hidden in a corner, and the mountain wind blew up, but it could not send in a little light.

Hun Tianxue snorted a few times, reluctant to enter this dark ghost place. Pulling back his hooves, pulling the reins and refusing to go more. As a result, the horse's head was raised, and Xiao Ningsu was almost lifted off. Chu Lihong was furious and gave the beast a punch before dragging it in.

Chu Lihong hugged Xiao Ningsu, holding the burning dead branch, found a little clean at the door and flattened her, and groped for a long time before finding the oil lamp that had been covered with dust for a long time. Twisted it, the luck was not too bad, and it really caught fire.

Lifting the oil lamp, Chu Lihong rubbed his choked nose, raised his head and followed the light floating in the dust and barely saw the inside of this small Taoist temple.

In the center of the iron is the offering table, enshrined the portraits of Sanqing Tianzun and Lu Zu, and the things on the table should be black and lacquered, probably the incense burner and paper incense that have not been fireworks for a long time.

Swept left and right, it stands to reason that there will be an inner room for visitors to rest. Chu Lihong got closer but was disappointed to find that he was either tied to death by iron chains, or built into a brick wall, leaving only the lobby for those who happened to pass by to rest.

As soon as his throat was sweet, Chu Lihong swallowed the blood that came up, and the knife under his ribs was really hastily bandaged, and the strip of cloth that he tore off casually was wet at this time, and his hand was soaked.

The pace was a little vain, Chu Lihong's head also began to ache, his eyes were black, and he knew that it was bleeding too much. Chu Lihong had to take a little breath with every step, and when he got close to the snow in the sky, he almost moved his steps to the saddle bag, grabbed the leather saddle, and turned out a box of medicine and a few pieces of white cloth.

Straightening his legs back to Xiao Ningsu's side, Chu Lihong leaned his back against the wall, and gradually slid to the ground, dressed in brocade clothes as a complete rag.

He snapped his wrist and opened the box, revealing a strange smell that smelled refreshing. Chu Lihong picked up a golden pill with a baby's fist in the box, stared at it for a long time, and opened his mouth to swallow it a few times. Whenever the pill is to be sent into the mouth. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Xiao Ningsu, whose breath was getting weaker and weaker.

Her already fair-skinned pretty face was better than the white moonlight in the sky at this time, which reminded Chu Lihong of the white snow that fell during the wax moon in the East China Sea. A little blood stain condensed in the center of the eyebrows, like a lady with a cinnabar mole, gorgeous and thrilling.

In the Taoist temple, there is a lone lamp and two widows.