Xu Qianyun woke up from the fright, raised her head, glanced at Yan Xinghui, and then said some words of thanks and the like.

Yan Xinghui also looked over, although it was a casual glance in the dusk, he was also stunned: the black and white Danfeng had a delicate mole under his eyes, in the shape of plum blossoms, and his perfect and impeccable facial features had a vague sense of beauty under the polish of the night; his lips were slightly raised, his face was not powdered, his skin was like clotted fat, and he was still beautiful without a little modification.

Pang Qiongsha next to him saw that Yan Xinghui was stunned, and couldn't help but pull the corner of his clothes.

Yan Xinghui suddenly came to his senses and coughed dryly. This Xu Qianyun has a face that has brought disaster to the country and the people, no wonder there are so many rumors and rumors. Yan Xinghui couldn't help but think in his heart.

After shopping for vegetables, Pang Qiongsha suddenly asked a question: "Brother Xinghui, do you say that I am beautiful, or Sister Xu is beautiful?"

Yan Xinghui was stunned for a moment, and was speechless for a moment, where is this asking. I glanced at Xu Qianyun, and this Pang Qiongsha was in my heart. This woman is really a sensual animal, and her sixth and seventh senses seem to be much stronger than those of men.

“......”

finally escaped Pang Qiongsha's fierce pursuit and beating, and it was already dark when she returned to the broken temple.

Since Yan Xinghui entered the Yamen, his life has been much more fulfilling, and he has to run from the broken temple to the Yamen every morning, and then run back at night. This distance is not close, but he still insisted, and many officials persuaded him to move in, but he shook his head and declined.

With a regular income, the two of them have improved a lot, and they even have a small surplus every month. Even sometimes Yan Xinghui even bought back a little angelica, Sanqi or something, and practiced the "Heart Sutra for Washing the Marrow". During this period, he occasionally competed with Li Zhutou to learn martial arts, which was a great improvement for him and Li Zhutou.

Pang Qiongsha has had several more illnesses, each time it comes quickly, and the condition is more serious each time, and the way the illness comes is really scary. The two of them looked for many famous Langzhong in the city together, but the result was that they came in a hurry and returned in defeat.

Lang Zhong shook his head one by one, saying that he didn't know where the disease came from, of course, there was no cure for the disease, and he could only prescribe some prescriptions for the right medicine, such as supplementing her nutrition, qi and blood, etc., to put it bluntly, it was an itch in the boots.

The two saw that there was really no way, so they had to do it and treat it.

Half a year later, the vendor Xu Qianyun disappeared inexplicably, and she was never seen again. The two of them didn't find anything useful from the vendors around them. Pang Qiongsha had been thinking about it for a long time, but after a long time, she forgot about it.

Time flies, and two years have passed like this.

In the past two years, Yan Xinghui has grown from a sloppy child to a little adult, with a figure that looks like one meter five or six, a thin figure, and a pair of big bright eyes; after two years of hard work, his "Heart Sutra for Washing the Pulp" has reached the third level, and he has been hit with an ordinary stick on his body, and he has hardly felt pain; and because of his skills in the yamen, he has also handled several major cases, and has been rewarded several times by the county magistrate.

And Pang Qiongsha is slim and elegant, more and more beautiful, surprised by a little beauty, but due to frequent illness, her complexion is still a little pale.

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On this day, a colorful auspicious cloud floated in the clear sky, and above the auspicious cloud, there stood an old man with white eyebrows who was holding a folding fan and fanning the wind leisurely. His consciousness was unleashed, and the entire Tongzi New Town was shrouded in him, and suddenly he exclaimed, his white eyebrows tightened.

A voice sounded in Tuyu's head: "The master has found something." ”

"I saw two little dolls just now, just now I inadvertently swept it with my divine sense, both of them have spiritual roots: one is the Five Elements Miscellaneous Spiritual Root, but the Divine Soul is very powerful, much stronger than its peers; And the spiritual root points of these two people are quite high. It's weird, it's weird, when I finish the task, I'm going to find out. ”

"Master, why don't you take the two of them as apprentices, so that you can study this matter every day. The voice then remembered.

"You lazy cat, how can I have that idleness. I'm just curious. Now I have to complete the tasks of the sect, but also go through the experience, turn into a god, and turn into a god, and turn into a heart. Elder Taishang said that I was cultivating too fast, but my mind was not strong, and I needed to practice my heart. Now that it's out, let's practice my mind by the way. Do you think I can take the two kids with me? Why don't you take care of them?"

"The owner said that I was a lazy cat, then I was also a veritable lazy cat, you don't have a mind, I don't have a mind. But it's a pity, if these two babies go to the sect, there is hope for Zhuji Dan. ”

"Don't try to guess, the way to cultivate immortals is to need immortal fate, how can it be as easy as you say, okay little flower cat, it's almost here. In front of us are the ruins of fallen immortals. Let's go down and check if the formation ban has weakened. After the white-eyed old man finished speaking, he accelerated and flew forward.

"The hosts. ”

"Huh?"

"There are a few demon cultivators from the Fallen Demon Continent and ghost cultivators from the Fallen Yin Continent in the Fallen Immortal Continent below, it seems that this Fallen Immortal Continent may not be peaceful. Little Flower Cat sighed.

"This is not for us to take care of, the Fallen Immortal Continent has its own high-level and sect to take care of this matter, and it is not surprising that wars break out in these three continents from time to time. The Fallen Immortal Continent should have also sent spies to the other two continents. Let them go, it's also an experience for them. ”

"Master, do you feel that these three continents are going to fight, which continent is more likely to win?"

"It's hard to say, these three continents existed hundreds of thousands of years ago. The strength of the Fallen Demon Continent has developed for so many years, and with the rapid upgrading of the exercises, the strength should be good. And the Fallen Yin Continent is more mysterious, I haven't been to it, from above, it is full of gloomy atmosphere, and this continent may have a Yuan Infant Ghost Cultivator. The white-eyed old man stroked his beard, and a fine light shot out of his eyes.

"Master, how can you grow other people's ambition and destroy your own prestige. The strength of the Fallen Immortal Continent should also be good. If you really want to fight, I don't know who will win and who will lose. ”

"You little flower cat, you are still talking for the Fallen Immortal Continent, what benefits did that kid from Lingyun from Cuizhu Mountain give you last time. The white-eyed old man kindly glanced in the direction of Cuizhu Mountain and touched the little flower cat.

"What's the matter, how can I look at what he gave? Little Flower Cat said negatively.

The white-eyed old man shook his head and smiled, ignored it anymore, and kept flying forward.

After another day or so, the white-eyed old man stopped at a tall and towering group of mountains.

This group of mountains seems to be formed by the arch of five mountains of different colors, among the five mountains, a basin lies upside down, the basin is above the ground, all day long fairy mist is around, bottomless, very mysterious.

Each of the five mountains occupies a corner, forming a horn trend. Between the five peaks, each has a different band of color connected to each other, forming a loop. Viewed from above, it looks like five dots in a circle, evenly spaced.

I don't know whether it is naturally formed or artificially created, but the whole of the five mountains looks like a kind of magic and proud of the world. The only regret is that the summits of these five peaks are covered with snow, and Bai Kaikai's area is lifeless and very desolate.

These five peaks form a single body of their own, and from a distance, they look like a palace complex.

The white-eyed old man stood in front of the mountain peak, released all his divine sense, and carefully swept every corner of this group of mountains, not even letting go of the abnormality of the small insects in the mountain.

After a long time, the white-eyed old man couldn't help but nod his head and praised: "This formation is wonderful, wonderful." It really deserves to be the formation of the upper realm, and after so many years of wind and rain, it is still standing here. It's a pity that you can't comprehend the mysteries, otherwise, don't think about the treasures in this ruin, just comprehending this formation, you will be infinitely useful. ”

After checking this formation, the white-eyed old man rose into the air and flew around the mountains for another week, without any mistakes, he flew in the direction of going back, and disappeared in an instant.

And the usual quiet is back here.

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In the early morning of this day, Pang Qiongsha inexplicably suddenly became ill again, and the condition was much more serious than before, not only talking nonsense, but also her forehead was very hot, and her whole body was dripping with cold sweat, but her whole body was cold to the touch.

Yan Xinghui was about to call two carriages to send her to Lang Zhong for treatment, when he suddenly heard a sound outside the broken temple, "Save the dead and help the wounded, help the world and save people", and his eyes lit up.

The white-eyed old man was dressed in a pale gray robe, perhaps he hadn't washed it for a long time, and he was dusty; his gray hair like Zongma was scattered on his shoulders, his thin cheeks were set up with a pair of old glasses, his cheekbones were exposed, his eyes were deep-set, his lips were dry, but his white beard was much neater than his hair, and he was holding a flag in his right hand, writing "Cure All Diseases", and he was slowly walking past the gate of the broken temple.