After burying the dead villagers, Yang Tiantai performed another ritual. Now Li Tianmu, Lu Xianping, Zeng Ding, and Mu Wushuang are all injured, so these things are all handled by Yang Tiantai. It was getting late, so Li Tianmu decided to rest on the spot and leave tomorrow. After dinner, Li Tianmu asked someone to leave a few bonfires. Mu Wushuang, Mrs. Huayin, and Li Tianmu sat down in front of a bonfire to discuss the vigil.

"May I ask Madame what are your plans?" Li Tianmu asked Mrs. Huayin and said that only Yang Tiantai was not injured at the moment, and if Mrs. Huayin could accompany her, it would naturally be the best. Mrs. Huayin glanced at Mu Wushuang, and saw that the injury on Mu Wushuang's face had almost recovered, so she secretly breathed a sigh of relief and said, "The old lady still has a distant relative in the camel river, I want to find him." When Li Tianmu and several people heard this, they all showed joy: the route to the Camel River and their route out of the mountain is basically the same. "Does the lady want to come with us?" asked Li Tianmu tentatively. "The ghosts don't want to go with you. Mrs. Huayin glanced at Li Tianmu and said slowly.

When Lu Xianping heard this, he actually felt a little lost in his heart. "But the old lady is a monster, not a ghost. Mrs. Huayin's words changed sharply, which was equivalent to agreeing to Li Tianmu. Lu Xianping was overjoyed in his heart, and immediately looked at Mrs. Huayin, just in line with her eyes. Mrs. Huayin quickly took her eyes off Lu Xianping's face, looked at Mu Wushuang with a strange expression and said: "This grandson was beaten so badly by the old lady, if something happens again, he always doesn't want to go, the old lady hates to owe others favors the most." ”

The misunderstanding between Mu Wushuang and Mrs. Huayin, Yang Tiantai had already told Mu Wushuang. "Good, good. Li Tianmu said happily, "It's not a secret, we are so old, weak, sick and disabled with us, I'm afraid that Madame will have to worry too much." Mrs. Huayin snorted and said, "What is the matter with the old lady, the weak, the sick and the disabled, if you want to take care of the old lady, you can only take care of that Su girl." Li Tianmu smiled awkwardly, it is true that he is not qualified to ask Mrs. Huayin to help. "Alright, I won't talk nonsense with you. In the first half of the night, you can sleep, and in the second half of the night, let the Taoist priest surnamed Yang come to replace the old lady. Mrs. Huayin waved her hand impatiently, then got up and left.

"Hearts and mouths are different. Lu Xianping smiled and said. "Well, it's better than someone who doesn't dare to say it. Yang Tiantai said. Lu Xianping narrowed his eyes and stared at Yang Tiantai and asked, "Senior Brother Qiansheng, how do you say this?" "Brother Fengjue, I didn't say anything about you, what are you anxious about?" Yang Tiantai asked rhetorically. "I bet Senior Brother Lu doesn't want to take a shower for three months. After learning that Lu Xianping was carried back by Mrs. Huayin, Zeng Ding also said with a smile. "Hmph, don't make fun of it!" Lu Xianping's face was really a little unbearable, and his face became extremely embarrassed.

Li Tianmu hurriedly said, "Okay, okay, don't make your Senior Brother Lu happy." Everyone has injuries on their bodies, so let's rest early. Senior Brother Yang, you have also consumed a lot of true qi today, recover as soon as possible, and you will have to keep vigil for Mrs. Huayin in a while. The rest of the people got up and went back to their bunks, only Lu Xianping walked up to Mu Wushuang, sat down cross-legged and said to Mu Wushuang: "Senior nephew, you haven't cultivated internal strength, and you don't know how to recuperate, I will teach you some superficial exercises now, which will also help you recuperate." "Thank you, uncle. After speaking, Mu Wushuang also sat cross-legged and sat side by side with Lu Xianping.

"Qi walks the dantian and calms the sea, and Shaojiao passes through the five elements......" Mu Wushuang slowly mobilized his true qi according to Lu Xianping's mantra, and really felt a lot more comfortable. Mu Wushuang was closing his eyes when he suddenly felt someone walk in front of him. Mu Wushuang looked up, but it was Mrs. Huayin. "Hey," Mrs. Huayin said to Mu Wushuang a little unnaturally, "This is for you, it's better to wipe your face quickly." I...... I didn't know you really had a wound on you. Lu Xianping also opened his eyes, only to see that Mrs. Huayin's face was slightly red, twisting her face and deliberately not looking at the two of them, holding a white porcelain bottle in her hand. "Thank you, seniors. Mu Wushuang took the porcelain vase and said. Mrs. Huayin turned around to leave, but suddenly stopped and said, "Twice a day, just apply it to the wound." After saying that, he left without looking back.

Lu Xianping looked at her back, and inexplicably felt a warm current flowing through his heart, and Mrs. Huayin's reddish side face lingered in her mind. Lu Xianping came back to his senses suddenly, and couldn't help but curse secretly, "The first time we met, I was thinking about something!" Mu Wushuang breathed a long sigh of relief, feeling a lot more comfortable, and casually pulled out the sentence sword from his side and stuck the sword on the ground. Lu Xianping knew that Juluojian was in distress and called the police, and it was indeed safer for Mu Wushuang to do this, so he immediately stood up and said, "That's it, senior nephew, you should rest early." "Thank you, Uncle Lu, let's rest early." Lu Xianping nodded, but unconsciously looked at the back of Mrs. Huayin.

The moon and stars are scarce, and Mrs. Huayin's slender back and long black hair make Lu Xianping's heart beat a little faster. Lu Xianping hurriedly calmed down, turned around and walked silently to his bed. After lying down, Lu Xianping couldn't calm down, and his mind was full of the slightly thin back in the moonlight. In the dead of night, Mrs. Huayin took a few turns around the place where the villagers slept, and some children did not sleep honestly and kicked the quilt away, and Mrs. Huayin tidied them up one by one, and then continued to patrol like a shadow. Mrs. Huayin's every move was watched by two people, one was Yang Tiantai and the other was Lu Xianping.

Yang Tiantai had to keep vigil in the middle of the night, so he always closed his eyes and recuperated, and he didn't dare to sleep to death. In the words of the Book of Poetry, Lu Xianping said, "I can't ask for it, and I toss and turn." Lu Xianping's every move was naturally seen by Yang Tiantai. Yang Tiantai couldn't help but sigh: "Creation makes people, I can't imagine that Senior Brother Lu has been fighting demons all his life, and he has been inseparable from monsters for half his life, but now he is moved by a demon woman." If Mrs. Huayin doesn't appear, I'm afraid that Brother Feng will be alone for the rest of his life. Well, I hope you two don't follow in the footsteps of Senior Brother Cui and Miss Xiaoxiao. ”

As she approached, Mrs. Huayin yawned and swept around with her eyelids down. The villagers had fallen asleep, and she was a little drowsy. Yang Tiantai stood up and looked at the stars in the sky, knowing that it was close to the hour. Yang Tiantai quietly walked to Mrs. Huayin's side, lowered his voice and said, "There is Mrs. Lao." "I'm trapped to death, and I'll leave the rest to you." After Mrs. Huayin yawned and finished speaking, she walked to a tree with a thick bowl mouth, sat on the ground, hugged her head and fell asleep. Yang Tiantai heard a soft sound not far away, turned his head and saw that it was Mu Wushuang who pulled out a falling sword from the ground and walked towards him.

"Senior nephew, you have injuries on your body, what are you doing here?" Yang Tiantai asked with a frown. Mu Wushuang carried the sentence sword, sighed and said in a low voice: "Uncle Yang, I can't sleep. "Okay, then you can go outside with me. Yang Tiantai whispered. Mu Wushuang nodded and followed Yang Tiantai to the other side of the mountain. At night, the mountain peaks appear desolate and secluded, like silent beasts, as if they would stand up at any moment. The white moonlight did not illuminate the woods brighter, but made them even darker. Yang Tiantai looked at Mu Wushuang, who was obviously a little depressed. Yang Tiantai shook his head and said, "Wushuang, isn't it a little blocked?" Mu Wushuang was silent for a moment before he simply said the word "yes".

Yang Tiantai had already guessed Mu Wushuang's thoughts, so he could only sigh and say: "Brother Zongmo has lived in seclusion for many years, and he is used to being in that paradise. He didn't want you to get involved in the world's disputes, so he didn't give you a lesson, do you blame your master?" Mu Wushuang didn't answer Yang Tiantai, just looked directly at the open space where the villagers were resting. Yang Tiantai moved the corners of his mouth and continued: "Alas, Senior Brother Li doesn't know, some birds are destined to be unstoppable. But he is also for your good, if you ......" "Uncle Yang, my nephew knows." Mu Wushuang said slowly. "When you return to the master, your uncle will teach you everything and will never keep it. It's just that I don't know if it's a blessing or a curse to get you involved in sectarian strife. "Thank you, Uncle Yang. As soon as Mu Wushuang finished speaking, the sentence falling sword in his hand suddenly let out a sharp roar.