Ling Yifan returned to Mu Feng's side and asked, "How long will it take for your injuries to recover?"

"If it weren't for the pill you just had, it would have taken about seven days, and now, one or two days would be about the same. Mu Feng gasped and replied.

Seeing that Mu Feng was scarred, and every word he said would affect the injuries on his body, Ling Yifan said, "Let's talk about it when you get better!"

In order to prevent the middle-aged monk who had left from coming back halfway to seek revenge, Ling Yifan took Mu Feng to a relatively hidden place. A trace of gratitude rose in Mu Feng's heart, closed his eyes, calmed down, operated the spiritual power in his body, mobilized the medicinal power of the water spirit pill, and slowly repaired the injuries in his body. Ling Yifan was also sitting cross-legged not far from Mu Feng, breathing the discomfort caused by the secret method just now.

Seeing the sunset over the western mountains, the dark night covered the earth like ink, only a few stars in the sky twinkled from time to time, and Mu Feng on the side was trying to turn the medicine in his body to recover his injuries.

The dark night made it impossible to see the scenery a few feet away, and a gust of cold wind hit, crashing into Ling Yifan's arms, tearing at his clothes, as if to pull him into the distance...

Ling Yifan's eyes looked hard ahead, but all he saw was pitch black, just like his life at this time, I don't know when and where, it is the light! Only the twinkling stars in the sky exude a faint light between this dark heaven and earth, which seems to show the world that no matter how gloomy the moment is, there will always be a glimmer of hope!

Under this inky sky, looking at the little stars, Ling Yifan's eyes reminisced, as if only the faint light could pull his eyes and thoughts out of this darkness.

Ling Yifan's gaze gradually blurred, a white and arrogant shadow appeared in front of him, and suddenly, countless pictures appeared in his mind, at this time, Ling Yifan's mind was completely immersed in the longing that traveled through time and space...

At the same time, in a mysterious space on the mainland, it seems to be no different from the mortal world, full of comfort and warmth, like a fairyland on earth, very beautiful.

In this space, there is a large lake near the center, surrounded by green willows, exotic flowers and plants blooming around the lake, which is even more charming under the reflection of the sun. In the middle of the lake, a majestic mountain peak reaches into the clouds, and from a distance, you can only see halfway up the mountainside, and the clouds cover it. On both sides of this majestic peak, two slightly lower peaks stand on the left and right, and the main peak in the middle is set against each other.

In a majestic palace on the main peak in the middle, a woman dressed in white is standing in front of the window of the palace, indifferent to the surrounding flowers, beautiful rivers and mountains, her expression is indifferent, her eyes are calm looking at the sky, I can't see any love, but her eyes are slightly red, the breeze blows, and her white clothes flutter with the wind.

She is Yun Mengyao, who was rescued by a mysterious person that day.

A long time has passed, but the bleak eyes of the master before his death, the blood thrown by the disciples of the sect, the fall of many lives, the overthrow of the sect, and the qiē of each qiē are all vividly remembered, thinking of this, I can't help but feel grief in my heart.

Immediately afterwards, a figure flashed in her thoughts, for this figure, there was an indescribable complexity in her heart, there were strong thoughts, worries, and even a little complaint, but she also knew that he was not to blame for this qiē that happened, but only to blame fate for making people!

Just as he was in his trance, a low sigh came from behind, Yun Mengyao slowly turned around, saw the majestic middle-aged man behind him, and said eagerly: "Patriarch, what is the news, how is my Ethereal Sect?"

The majestic man said slowly: "At your request, I have already sent someone to investigate, and I have just sent back the news, although the Ethereal Sect has suffered heavy casualties, there are still remnants, and now that the turmoil has passed, the sect is in charge of the first seat called Teng Xiaofeng, and it is barely supported!"

Hearing this news, Yun Mengyao's mood was relieved again, and then, Yun Mengyao said with a complicated expression: "Is there any news about him?"

The middle-aged man shook his head and said helplessly: "No, there are countless people looking for him now, and you shouldn't have too much hope for this!" the middle-aged man persuaded.

After pondering for a moment, I heard the middle-aged man say again: "It's not that I didn't help the Ethereal Sect at that time, first, it was too late when I arrived, and second, my identity is special and inconvenient to be exposed, I hope you can understand!"

Yun Mengyao shook her head lightly, and said without joy or sorrow: "If it weren't for your last move, I'm afraid that my Ethereal Sect would not have left a piece of armor, and I wouldn't have a chance to survive today!"

From Yun Mengyao's words, he still heard a trace of anger and resentment, the middle-aged man sighed helplessly in his heart, turned to leave, and at the same time a deep voice came from afar with a light breeze, "You have a good rest, when you figure it out, come to me at any time." I will keep you informed of any news from him, and I will also send someone to pay attention to it secretly. ”

Yun Mengyao's cold face had a slight trace of gratitude, turned her body to look at the sky, and fell into deep thought again, this time, she pondered the first words that the middle-aged man said when he left.

Demon Forest

There was no word all night, the dawn broke in the east, Ling Yifan came back to his senses from the flying thoughts, his eyes were a little red, and he hadn't closed his eyes all night.

glanced at Mu Feng next to him, but his complexion was much better, "How do you feel, how much is the injury better?"

When Mu Feng heard this, he moved his body slightly, although it was still a little painful, but it was much better than yesterday, he struggled to sit up, endured the pain and said to Ling Yifan: "You can walk in half a day!"

After a moment of silence, he said to Ling Yifan jerkyly, "Thank you!"

Ling Yifan heard it in his ears, this Mu Feng seemed to have never said these two words to others, and it felt very unnatural. replied, "You don't seem to like saying those two words to others. ”

Mu Feng was a little embarrassed, and said unnaturally: "It's a little unaccustomed, you are the first person to ask me to say thank you!"

Ling Yifan suddenly said in his heart, "This person is very interesting." Then he replied: "You're welcome, there will inevitably be trouble for you in the future." ”

Mu Feng hurriedly said: "As long as I can do it, you just have to speak!"

"Okay, you can recuperate your injuries first, you have to hurry for a while, and it's not safe in this wilderness!" Ling Yifan said to Mu Feng.

Mu Feng nodded, closed his eyes and entered the pranayama cultivation, Ling Yifan gathered his mind and thought about the next road. "I don't know what this Wind Pavilion is, wait for Mu Fenghui's injury for a while, and then ask about it, and how they can identify themselves as foreign monks at a glance, now that this Wind Pavilion is going, I can only wait for Mu Fenghui to come over and figure out the situation of this demon forest before making a decision. ”

Half a day later, Mu Feng opened his eyes, Ling Yifan's expression moved, and he asked, "Are you almost recovered?"

"Well, the action is no problem, it's already seven or eight points better, as long as you don't fight violently, it's fine, and the rush may be slower. Mu Feng said.

"That's good, you lead the way! I still have a lot of questions to ask you!" Ling Yifan said.

Mu Feng staggered up, wiped his dirty face, picked up the spirit sword that fell to the ground and put it on his back, looked at the blood-soaked clothes on his body, and said to himself: "I can only wait until I go back and change it, that bastard of the Rain Pavilion, when I meet him in the future, I will definitely not let him go." ”

Then he said to Ling Yifan beside him: "Daoyou, let's go, let's talk as we walk, by the way, I don't know what to call Daoyou?"

Ling Yifan pondered for a while, although this place was different from the outside world, and those who were chasing and killing him were unlikely to enter the demon forest, but he was careful to make the Ten Thousand Year Boat, and then said, "My name is Ling Feng." ”