With the intersection of martial arts, the communication between Yang Qing and Wang Chan is obviously much more comfortable, not like the needle tip of the previous Mai Mang. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info one sincerely asked, and the other intended to show.

Not long after the tension of the little beauty eased, another incident happened that almost made Yang Qing angry, and the asana practice of Dragon and Tiger Gong could only increase his potential point by 1%, which was a difference from the previous first 25% increase.

However, considering that he will soon arrive at the royal city of Baohua Mansion, then the dragon and tiger skills of the second layer are at his fingertips, and I hope that there will be no moths.

After passing the mountain boundary of Funiu Mountain, the terrain began to flatten, and the lofty mountains turned into flat avenues, while Yang Qing and Wang Chan were able to speed up the road, and there were fewer dangerous factors in the dangerous peaks and dense forests.

Unfortunately, the weather was as unpredictable as a woman's mind, and the cloudless, sunny weather was followed by dark clouds, thunder, and then crackling downpours after only a few days.

He and Wang Chan found a very large pine tree to shelter from the rain, although this pine tree has a hundred years of history, the trunk is thick, and the leaves and branches are flourishing, but they can't help the dense rain, which "snaps" down the pine leaves. Yang Qing's whole body was wet, and Wang Chan was the same.

Rainy, cloudy, rainy, cloudy...... The terrible environment continued countless cycles, and the firewood in the entire deep forest was soaked, meaning that they could only live a life of wool and blood.

Yang Qing didn't care, but he was sad that there was an extra oil bottle by his side.

This is not the worst, Wang Chan is sick. The continuous rainy days made her clothes never dry, and after the cold wind blew, ordinary people really couldn't bear it, and Yang Qing had no choice if the continuous high fever did not go away.

Although Wang Chan knows the recipe for reducing fever, and Yang Qing also knows the habits of medicinal herbs, but to reduce fever, it is necessary to take a boiled medicinal soup internally, not Yang Qing's snake venom to apply externally.

The problem is that boiling medicinal materials requires pounding pots and stoves, which are not problems, and the most important thing is that there is no fire.

The high fever that lasted for a few days made Wang Chan almost unable to move, and the snow on her cheeks, which was originally ruddy, was now pale and sickly, and there was no good hot food supplement, so that her round and jade figure was also as thin as a weak willow and a wind.

Yang Qing could only carry her on her back, although she repeatedly said no, but unfortunately the high fever had made her unconscious just this morning.

Yang Qing could only do this, his speed was almost running, how he longed to be able to see the smoke and fire, but unfortunately it backfired.

"You have to hold on", Yang Qing ran along the road with her on his back, and he still needed to keep reminding her, how afraid he was that she would sleep from now on.

Yang Qing has been trekking for five or six hours in a row, and his straw shoes are also loyal to the overwhelm, the entire toe is all "clicked" and exposed, and every time the straw shoes land, his big foot can still slide forward.

"The house leak happened to rain overnight", Yang Qing found that since he came to this world, no good thing has happened. The constant friction between the soles of his feet and the gravel road left mottled blood stains on the road with every step he took. The pain in his heart continued, and he didn't know if he could keep going, but he knew that maybe he would see the lights in the next step, but he was disappointed every time.

When the best sun sets, they usually rest at this time. Yang Qing decided to continue his journey tonight, but there was a sharp pain in the soles of his feet, as if he was protesting to himself, and Yang Qing ignored it.

Yang Qing looked back at Wang Chan, now she is more fragile and more lovable than usual, a few strands of hair are messily stuck to her cute face, the continuous high fever makes her body temperature exceed the normal range, and the sweat on her head has not stopped.

He felt a pain in his heart, and turned his head to stop looking at her. She had been awake for less and less time now, and he was afraid that the glimpse he had just seen her would be the last time he saw her, and that she might never wake up again when he found someone.

Of course, it is also possible that he will never find someone, he is now dry and hungry, his eyes are full of golden flowers, and he doesn't know when his feet are no longer numerous.

"Stop, let me ...... Sit quietly...... Wait a while", Wang Chan behind her came from a weak whisper, and the continuous bumps and shocks made her realize that she was being carried by others.

She said the fact that she almost made Yang Qing's heart stop, "Don't ...... anymore Forward, maybe this is my ...... Last time ......".

Before her words were over, Yang Qing untied her from her back. He hugged the little beauty to find a very tall poplar tree, let the little beauty lean on the trunk, although her face was pale and lifeless, but every time her eyes looked at Yang Qing, she could bring ripples to Yang Qing's heart, as beautiful and moving as the autumn moon, without diminishing brilliance.

Yang Qing scooped up clear water by the river with a half-broken gourd, and it happened that there were many fruit trees by the lake bearing wild fruits the size of green apples. Yang Qing also ate this otherworldly version of apples a few days ago, although it was sour but non-toxic, so he picked five or six with peace of mind.

When Yang Qing returned to the bottom of the poplar tree, she was looking at the sky with her bright eyes, and there was nothing in the sky, and the clouds covered the beauty that originally belonged to the starry sky.

Yang Qing knelt on the ground and handed the water contained in the gourd to her mouth, she opened it slightly, although the water of the entire gourd was poured down, but most of it sneaked away from the corners of her lips, as long as a small part of it was drunk, seeing her throat squirm slightly Yang Qing sighed.

Yang Qing handed another cleaned fruit to her mouth, she just shook her head gently, and he ate all the fruits by himself.

Yang Qing hugged her tightly, her body was trembling, there was no bonfire temperature, Yang Qing used her strong arms to warm her, which she didn't object.

Her eyes drooped more and more, the temperature of her body gradually decreased, and Yang Qing couldn't do anything but hug her. Suddenly, his mind remembered what the black face of Funiu Mountain said that day, 'Compared to the lover being at ease in his own hands, this pain is nothing. I can see Yue'er's voice and face before she dies almost every day and night."

He didn't know if Wang Chan would always remember her voice and smile if she died in her arms, he just wanted her to die now, but he couldn't do anything, "Ah" he roared angrily at the empty road, over and over again.

"Huh", the jade man in his arms made a voice, Yang Qing knew that she must have something to say, but now she didn't have the strength to say it completely.

Yang Qing wiped away the tears in his eyes in a panic, he didn't know that he actually shed tears, "Wang Chan, what do you want to say, I'm listening." ”

"Song...... River...... Moonlight...... Xiao Yu" She said these words intermittently, as if it took a lot of strength.

Yang Qing didn't know why, his head was in a mess, what song, what river, what moonlight,

What little fish, "Are you saying it again, okay? I don't know what you're talking about......"

The little beauty slowly raised her head from Yang Qing's arms, smiled, and her face began to flush, "That's it...... Thin my night ...... You're by the river...... The song of the bath and singing", she twisted her eyes slightly as if she were shy after saying these words.

Yang Qing looked at her now, and he didn't have to think about it to know that it was a return to the light, which was the last glory before he died. Yang Qing cleared his throat, and he decided to sing the most beautiful timbre of this song.

"Cut a piece of time and flow slowly

It flowed into the moonlight and rippled slightly

Play a song with a faint fragrance of small lotus

The beautiful sound of the piano fell right next to me

Fireflies light up the stars at night

Who added a garment of dreams for me?

Push open the heart window and look into the distance

Who plucked that one of yesterday's sorrows?

I am like a fish in your lotus pond

Just to wait for the white moonlight with you

After swimming through the four seasons, the lotus flowers are still fragrant

Waiting for you to be in the middle of the water

......“

The sound of the voice wafting through the road brought a touch of life and brilliance to the silent night sky.

Yang Qing couldn't finish singing this song "Moonlight on the Lotus Pond" at all, because his voice completely changed and choked up in the second half of the day, and the situation of the jade man in his arms became worse and worse.

Wang Chan stretched out her palm and gently stroked the outline of Yang Qing's face, her eyes slowly closed, but her face had a moving smile, and her mouth also hummed softly, "I'm like a fish...... In your ...... Lotus...... pond", but the voice became quieter and quieter, like asking a mosquito to groan.

Yang Qing hugged her tightly, and kept exerting force, he could only whimper, "Don't go, please ......", it's really a man who doesn't flick when he has tears, just because he didn't get to the sad place, he decided not to sing again in the future, especially this song "Moonlight on the Lotus Pond".

Just when he was sad and didn't know where to go, a voice came from the east side of the road, "Sister, it seems that someone was singing just now, why did we disappear when we came out." ”

Yang Qing's soul was trembling suddenly, he immediately put down the jade man in his arms, and ran to the east of the mansion, shouting loudly as he ran, "Here, there are people here." ”

It is estimated that the other party also heard Yang Qing's voice and walked towards Yang Qing, and the other party appeared in Yang Qing's field of vision from the darkness.

Two long knives dressed in black cloaks and holding bright and dangling knives resemble Miao knives on earth. These two people are sturdy, and the temples on the top of their heads are high and bulging, and it can be seen at a glance that these two people are from the Lian family.

Although it does not have the dangerous momentum of the black face and the hairy old monster, it is also an existence that cannot be ignored in the crowd, and these two people are very similar in appearance. However, one of them had all shaved hair on the left side, and the right side was combed in a long bun, and the other was exactly the same. If it weren't for the difference in this bun, it is estimated that it would be really difficult for outsiders to distinguish who is who of these two people.

Standing between these two bun weirdos, there are two rich sons who are a little immature. One of them is dressed as a scholar, wearing a white woolen coat, holding a mountain and river fan in his right hand, with a melon seed face, delicate facial features, and bright eyes.

The other was a little younger, wearing a black short jacket inlaid with gold, covered with a mink trench coat, sword eyes and starry eyebrows, and good facial features, he was a rich son.