On the night when You Wuming fled in embarrassment, Sang Yuanyuan successfully advanced to the spiritual realm.
In order to deal with the wood poisonous palm print left by Jiang Yanji, she gave her life and devoted her life to death, fighting with it. In a sense, during the whole process, the spiritual accumulation between her and Jiang Yanji was actually a'heart-to-heart'.
She felt the mystery and stimulated all the potential in the body.
After eliminating the wood poison palmprint, looking at the barriers from Lingyin to Lingming is like a child's play. With the aftermath of the severe pain in her mind, she hurriedly crossed the Ninth Heaven of the Spiritual Hidden Realm, touched the barrier of advancement, and broke the realm.
The feeling at that moment was truly reborn.
The first change of washing the tendons and cutting the marrow occurred on the physical level, but when I broke into the spiritual hidden realm and stepped into the spiritual bright realm, the changes I felt were on the spiritual level. After entering the Lingming Realm, the Lingyun in the body has become a lustrous blue color, and will no longer change with the promotion.
There is a cyan light string in my mind, and if I flick it, I can resonate with the surrounding wood spirits.
This kind of feeling is hard to describe. If you insist on a metaphor, it's like a'shared shock' or a'wave'.
With a thought in her heart, the Lingyun around her shook gently, for her to drive.
Sang Yuanyuan slowly opened his eyes, held back his pounding heart, and with a sword finger, he cut to a white jade cup on the low table in front of the soft couch!
In her expectation, in the Lingming Realm, she should be able to swing out the long wooden Lingyun with a ruler, and easily cut the cup in half in half.
As everyone knows, after a strange throbbing, he saw a big stupid face, ahhhh, the sun flower popped out, pushed the white jade cup upside down, and shook it on the low table.
Sang froze far away.
Whose spirit is like this
She stared at the ridiculous flower plate in front of her without blinking.
It was the size of her palm, and the yellow flower disk was hooked weakly. A green stalk, plus two listless green leaves turned to the sides, seemed to laugh at her incompetence.
She stretched out her finger and poked it.
It's actually an entity!
Sang was far messed up.
I saw that Da Lianhua completely ignored the master's disgust, it grabbed the overturned white jade cup with its roots, and stood the cup back.
A drop of extremely rich cyan light liquid oozes from the flower plate, dragging a luminous sticky bright line, and'dingdong' drops into the white jade cup.
Although it was the same operation when planted on You Wuming’s chest, I don’t know why. At this moment, Sang Yuan felt that this posture was not right. This thing made her think of dozing off in class and drooling. Worried baby.
She twitched the corner of her mouth, staring at it for about a while to touch the incense stick.
The white jade cup was filled with suspicious liquid, and his big face was turned into a blue spiritual accumulation, dissipating in the air.
Sang hesitated for a moment and opened the door of the car.
In the east, the belly of the fish was white, and Sang Bujin hummed happily, shook his head and drove on the plain gradually covered by frost and snow.
"Little girl!" He smiled, and the golden phoenix at the corner of his eye seemed to break out of his body.
Sang Yuanyuan: "..." When did he put on makeup again? !
"Brother, where is You Wuming?" she asked.
Sangbu twitched the corner of his mouth twice, squinted those big beautiful eyes, and said unhappily, "What do you want to do with that bad thing!"
She put on an ignorant face and asked wonderingly: "When did he offend brother again?"
Sang Bu's mouth twitched, staring at his innocent and innocent little girl for a moment, and said bitterly: "When you were practicing, he was on the side... doing something very bad! In the future, don't want to practice with him again!"
Sang Yuanyuan explained for You Wuming very seriously: "Brother, he helped me gather a lot of spiritual accumulations and practiced with him for half the time. You see, in just a few days, I have been promoted to the spiritual world. You Wuming is actually very good. Don't be prejudiced against him."
Sang Bujin: "..." What do you want me to say
"But, you don't know my little girl, he is next to you... next to you..."
Can't say it!
Sang Bujin wanted to growl up to the sky.
"Don't worry, brother, he won't bother me!" Sang Yuanyuan smiled crookedly.
Sang Bujin sighed in pain.
That's it, since the little girl doesn't know, it's better not to know
Sang Buquan resignedly pointed to the rear, "He went to the back."
Sang nodded far away, jumped out of the carriage, and walked back.
A Gu drove the car and saw Sang coming from a distance, and hurriedly gave her a sudden stop, asking her to go up.
There were silk satin piled in the carriage, and the shadow guards shrank silently, shrinking in the small space outside the wooden screen, staring at the fabrics in a daze.
Seeing Sang Yuan, everyone stood up, all of them looked relieved, and jumped straight from the door of the car like an escape.
Sang Yuanyuan: "..."
She gently pushed open the foldable wooden screen.
He saw You Wuming Dama Jindao sitting on top of the half-person-high satin pile. He changed his clothes, with one hand on his knees and the other hand rubbing his forehead.
The eyebrows were twisted together, and his face was dripping gloomy.
He slowly raised his eyelids and stared at her.
"What are you doing? I'm arranging the interception, you go." He sullenly said coldly.
Sang was far from speaking and threw a big face flower at him.
You Wuming was caught off guard and almost fell on his back.
He stared as if he had seen a ghost, looking at the wilting flower on his chest.
Just for a moment, I saw Sang Yuan Yuan rushing over without crying, threw himself into his arms, wrapped his arms around his waist, and said with a flat mouth: "You are dead, I am finished, how can my spiritual accumulation be like this? Yes, have I been so ruined in my life? You don’t want me, are you! Why are you driving me away, do you despise me! Do you despise me and my big face?"
Between the two people, Big Face squeezed his head with difficulty.
This scene gave You Wuming the inexplicable illusion that she was holding her beautiful wife and ugly baby in her arms.
He was inexplicably swayed by her: "Who dislikes you, this is not the first time I have seen a big face flower."
"Then why are you cruel to me!" She wiped her eyes.
You Wuming's mouth twitched: "I don't have one."
Being so disturbed by her, he unconsciously forgot the shame of last night.
He freed up a hand with great interest and grabbed the big-faced leaf.
"...What is this."
I saw a cloud of cyan condensation on the flower plate, and slammed it on his cheek.
You Wuming: "..."
He stared and looked far away at Sang, only to see her small face wrinkled together, weak, pitiful and helpless.
The black eyes rolled slowly, and he rarely thought about it. He felt that if he made such a strange thing after being promoted, he would be unlovable.
very pitiful.
"It doesn't matter," he suffocated a smile, and said awkwardly, "Little Sangguo, this is good, I don't think there is a big problem, the fight is quite bluffing."
He racked his brains to comfort her.
Sang Yuan's mouth was even more flattened, and he was about to cry.
You Wuming had to awkwardly stroked the leaves of Dalianhuahua, struggling to find advantages for it: "The color is good, and the green is quite upright."
Sang Yuanyuan: qaq.
He hugged her into the pile of silk and kissed her cheek several times.
He endured a laugh, and said cruelly: "Don't be sad. Who dares to laugh at you, I will let him die."
"Do you really dislike me?" She raised her big watery eyes.
"Yeah!" he replied quickly.
"Well," she pecked at the corner of his lips, "then I like you today as much as yesterday."
He vaguely felt that something was wrong—is she making terms with him
When her eyes fell, her eyes were still drooping and her lips were pursed, making her feel a little faint.
Looking at the wronged woman in his arms, he suddenly felt that what happened last night might be a misunderstanding. How could such a foolish little thing do such a thing to him? Unlike it, Xiao Sang Guo is obviously a little fool.
Presumably, she really thought it was just a blocked meridian or residual poison? This guy is really stupid enough!
Thinking like this, You Wuming couldn't help narrowing his narrow eyes, tapping his fingers lightly on his knees, and the clouds in his heart gradually disappeared.
He was in a good mood and rubbed the top of her hair with his chin.
"Then what should I do from now on?" She raised her face and looked at him, her eyes pure and pure, like little animals in the forest.
"What are you afraid of," You Wuming laughed, "With me, it will be your turn to fight the enemy."
Sang Yuan looked even more depressed: "I don't want to be a drag oil bottle."
You Wuming curled up the corners of her lips indifferently, and continued to kiss her bulging cheek, with a perfunctory tone: "Don't do it, don't do it. How could Xiao Sangguo be an oil bottle."
"Well," she pushed him, got out of his arms, put away the sunflower, and said sternly, "Then we come to agree on the plan to intercept Huangfujun."
You Wuming: "?"
She entered the state in one second: "I heard you talk to my eldest brother yesterday, you have to start in Ice Mist Valley. If I was not mistaken, there must be an extremely cold and steep area, at most no more than two rides in parallel. right?"
You Wuming continued to froze.
Sang Yuanyuan quickly said: "So your plan is to lie in ambush in the road, wait until Huangfujun's carriage passes by, jump out before and after interception, and kill him?"
You Wuming nodded like a puppet.
"How to retreat after the incident?" she asked.
You Wuming chuckles, then stares down at her, her chest trembling, and a sullen laugh for a while, and said: "I almost forgot, my little Sangguo is resourceful and a great military instructor."
He sat upright, took out a map from his side with a'swipe', and motioned for her to look at it.
"The ten-zhang cliff is on the left, and the Baizhang cliff is on the right." He said, "This section of the ice-snow mountain road is the only way to go. Use a sling, from top to bottom, to kill him by surprise. After the accident, slide along the sling. To the bottom of the valley, evacuate from the ice fog valley."
Sang Yuanyuan pondered for a moment: "The casualties must be heavy."
"Yes." You Wuming nodded, "The envoy will guard Huangfujun one after another. I deal with one person, but Sang Bujin drags one person, and the rest of the guards will be intercepted by the shadow guards. The road is narrow, Don’t worry about being encircled. If you make a quick battle, there won’t be many casualties here. The key is when you retreat."
Sang Yuanyuan looked at him intently, his eyes gradually drifting a little.
You Wuming's manner of speaking solemnly, crisply and neatly, his gestures are full of kingly style, and he feels like he is in his hands and strategizing.
He used a very long finger to point up and down the mountain path: "If you pull up, you will be shot into a hedgehog, but you can only go down. Down, the opponent will cut off the sling, and can only ask for more blessings. ."
Sang Yuanyuan thought for a moment, and said slowly, "I have a plan, called the civet cat for the prince. Listen and see, it's feasible or not."
You Wuming raised his eyebrows: "Oh?"
…
After midday, You Wuming received the news that Huangfujun was seriously injured and drove on the road. He did not take a car, but used a sedan chair.
You Wuming was happy: "It's really God who helped Xiao Sangguo!"
He hugged her horizontally, strode towards Sangbujin and drove.
She couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed: "Let me go down! What do you hold me for."
He smirked: "I'm happy."
He also threw her away lightly.
You Wuming was happy, but Sang Bujin's face was dripping with gloom.
He handed the reins to the guards, got into the carriage, pulled a small tart and sat on the opposite side of the low table. He was fierce, talking about Huangfujun’s funeral, but he used his eyes to delay You Wuming thousands of times. .
In the spark between the two men's eyes colliding, Sang Yuan said the plan again.
"Just use the little girl's strategy!" Sang Buxian clapped, "You Wuming, you should arrange it."
"You go." You Wuming raised his eyebrows lazily, "I'm hurt and can't move."
Sang didn't get close to being happy: "Ha, how do I feel that you are too energetic!"
You Wuming knew that he was mocking his embarrassing thing last night, so he threw his face away: "Uncle, you even talked in front of Xiao Sangguo, why am I overpowering?"
Sang Bujin: "... Shameless you!"
He arranged it angrily.
In the carriage, only You Wuming and Sang Yuan were left.
Although she has an acting skill, after the atmosphere suddenly fell silent, she inevitably remembered what happened here last night, and she couldn't help but feel a little enthusiastic.
"Little Sangguo," his voice was slightly hoarse, "Today, try to deal with that fire poison."
She nodded quickly.
He thought for a while, then added something, "Just clean up the fire poison."
"Um."
She knew that the civet cat's plan to change the prince was only the ideal situation, and no one could say what the situation would become when things happened.
If something other than an accident occurs, you must face a fierce battle. In the real fight, You Wuming is his trump card, and he must do his utmost to help him recover from his injuries.
She calmed her mind and settled slowly.
Although the materialized big face flowers look mournful, they are actually much easier to use than before. As soon as Sang Yuan's thoughts moved, three big face flowers waved the leaves of the stubborn flowers and began to weave them. Thick and dense strips of kelp come.
What Sang was far from expecting was that this fire poison was much easier to deal with than expected.
The poison burns when it meets the wood, and after scorching a few strands of roots, she finds a way to deal with them.
She squeezed the juice from the'kelp' on the Wuming wound, and then put the kelp without the juice on the leaves of Dalianhua for a while, and they became crunchy. Flammable.
She stretched these flammable crispy kelp pieces into the fire, and immediately there was a crimson fire spirit spitting out the letter and climbing on the kelp pieces, and she could throw them back into the embrace of nature with a swipe.
When the convoy crossed the ice and snow plain, the fire poison in You Wuming's body was cleared to the point that no sparks were left.
Sang Yuanyuan let out a long breath and opened his eyes to look at him.
Now, the poison in his body has been cured seven to eight times by her, and only the group of water poisonous bruises that Huangfujun left under his collarbone on his right is left.
After the fire poison was cleared, the long-lasting arrow wound was scabs off within just a few hours, leaving only a circular mark.
His body is actually extremely powerful, and his self-healing ability is amazing.
She was a little relieved, panting lightly, leaning in his arms.
"Only Huangfujun's water poison is left," she pursed her lips slightly, "just give me a kiss, and I will have the strength to clean it up for you in one go."
You Wuming laughed and laughed, looking at her weirdly.
He can't remember how many years no one dared to talk to him about conditions.
He faintly felt that she seemed to be tentatively on the edge of some kind, but he stopped to deny it in his heart-Xiao Sangguo was so stupid, she just liked him, she was just acting like a baby. She likes him to kiss her!
Thinking like this, something like fire and water surged into his heart.
He dragged her into his arms, kissed her attractive red lips, and put his big hands on her, disturbing her breathing.
"Little Sangguo... We got married... We'll get married when we go back..." His voice was completely dumb.
The misty eyes met the dark eyes churning from the dark tide.
She knew that he endured very hard.
…
Before entering the Ice Mist Valley, Sang Yuan Yuan cleaned all the silt in You Wuming's body.
As soon as the poison accumulation was removed, he immediately returned to the appearance he had when he first saw it.
The whole person is lazy and full, leaning on the soft couch, his lips are red and teeth are white, his complexion looks like jade, it is truly outstanding.
She didn't want to appreciate it.
Although she was promoted to the Lingming Realm, dealing with Huangfujun, Jiang Yanji and the high-ranking guards' spiritual poison had greatly overdrawn her spiritual accumulation and spiritual power. At the moment when all the spirit poisons were expelled, she seemed to have broken a tight string, and immediately fell ill.
She has never been hypocritical.
Now embarrassed on all sides, powerful enemies are staring at him, always facing life and death crisis. At this time, it would be extremely stupid if You Wuming had to procrastinate and refuse to heal her injuries because of worrying about her being too hard.
So when she fell in his arms, she didn't feel wronged in her heart, she just smiled at him.
You Wuming put on his usual smirk, with no emotions on his face, only a little red at the end of his eyes.
He covered her ears and said in a low voice: "Little Sangguo, let's see how I kill people."
She nodded slightly, her head dizzy.
He pressed a big hand heavily on her forehead and eyes, forcing her to close her eyes and rest.
His spiritual accumulation is like a knife, it won't cure illness, it will only hurt people.
…
The killing game in Ice Mist Valley was quickly arranged.
The guards of You Yingwei and Sang Bujin are all excellent players, and their efficiency is amazing.
A day later, the wind and snow covered all traces. The buried slings, large and small snow walls, pits dug on the mountain wall, sedan chair transported into the wall, and all traces of busyness all disappeared. In the vast expanse of whiteness.
Sang Yuanyuan still has a fever.
When Sang Bujin was buying all kinds of supplies, he bought a snow beast fur coat for her with a lot of money.
She drilled her body into the big white and furry coat, and her whole person immediately became a short and chubby little white bear. Today, she got better and reloaded again, so she couldn't help but want to jump out of the car to take a look at the wonders of this foreign land.
As soon as she saw her appearance, You Wuming couldn't help laughing.
He was only wearing a thin white robe and a thick-bladed iron knife behind his back. Standing in the cold snowy wind, he was both handsome and unreasonable.
Yunzhou is an extremely cold place, and the Ice Mist Valley is the only way to the three states to the east. It is strange to say that as soon as you cross this mountain, the climate immediately becomes warmer. In the entire cloud, there is only Yunzhou. It's this cold and freezing climate.
In this place, the ice and snow seemed to be reminiscent, especially brutal and raging. The entire mountain road was wrapped in white, large and small snow flakes swirled in the wind, and the mountain road seemed to be an inconspicuous trace accidentally wiped on the white canvas.
Sang Yuanyuan slipped as soon as he landed.
The snow has frozen into ice, how cold it must be.
She wore a ball, her body was empty, she didn't have the least resistance at all, she fell round and fell toward the ground.
You Wuming almost laughed out of anger.
He didn't help her, but swept his body long and placed it under her, causing her to hit him.
She waved her arms angrily and wanted to get up. However, she was too fat to dress. Her two arms were like round balls pinched out of a snowman to use as arms, and she could only wave them in vain on her side.
You Wuming was laughing crazy.
Sang was furious for a while, and was infected by him. He couldn't help but laughed, laughing and kicking him while raising his leg.
After a while, her face suddenly changed.
You Wuming was taken aback, hugged her quickly, fluttered and stood still, a big hand suddenly pressed on her forehead, and he looked down nervously at her.
"It was unlucky to laugh like this before the war," Sang Yuan said, "If I was not mistaken, Agu and the others will definitely talk about something like'The Lord has never laughed like this before, how happy it is to be able to be so happy in the future' This is even more unlucky."
"Puff!" You Wuming grabbed her shoulders, "Little Sangguo, you are wrong! They only say-the lord is smiling so happily, and some people are going to be unlucky."
Sang Yuanyuan: "..." Okay, the villain's play is incomprehensible.
News soon came from Xiao Jiu that Huangfujun and his entourage had already stepped into the ice mist valley!
You Wuming crushed the jade slip, and his temperament changed drastically.
At this moment, everyone was hiding on the ten-zhang cliff, condescending, looking down at the winding Dongzhou motorcade. They crawled on the mountain path, like a team of ants without any resistance.
Sang Yuanyuan clenched his fist tightly, his heart pounding in his chest.
hope everything is fine!
Huangfujun was in the middle of the team riding a sedan chair. During the previous march, the sedan chair was so tightly guarded that there was no chance of assassination at all.
However, this ice mist valley cannot accommodate many people in parallel, and the entire mountain road is occupied by a sedan chair. Two envoys can only walk in front of and behind the sedan chair.
Seeing Huangfujun's sedan chair slowly approaching the side of the mountain where he had done his hands and feet, Sang was so nervous that he held his breath, his eyes never blinking.
You Wuming raised his hand and waved it down!
Everyone worked together, and a snow wall that had been prepared in advance fell slowly on the cliff, and large and small groups of snow rumbling down toward the mountain road.
"avalanche!"
Jiao's husband hurriedly placed the sedan chair on the mountain path, and the guards released their weapons and spirits, and knocked all the snow ball from above into the cliff.
The snow is permeated, covering the sky and the sun.
You Wuming pressed his eyebrows and stared attentively, with a smirk on the corners of his lips unknowingly.
The snow mist completely blocked the view.
Sang Yuanyuan looked at him a little anxiously-why didn't he do it? Isn't it the best time right now
You Wuming seemed to be frozen in the snow, motionless.
Seeing that this man-made avalanche was about to end, visibility on the mountain road was slightly restored for a minute or two.
You Wuming finally folded her fingers, and the jade slip shattered between her fingers.
The guards who were ambushing in the cave on the mountain wall received the instruction and started to do it.
In the vast expanse of whiteness, the snow layer on the cliff next to him is unnoticeable.
The sedan chair covered in white snow was suddenly pushed out of the pre-dug cave, and accompanied by a cut of falling snow, it swept across the slippery ice-snow mountain road for several feet, silently replacing the original one. The sedan chair placed on the ground, but the original sedan chair was pulled out of the mountain road and quietly fell down the cliff of Baizhang!
In the snow and fog, no one noticed the stiff Li Daitao.
At this moment, the trend of the'Avalanche' gradually slowed down, and the attention of the Dongzhou guard and the envoy unconsciously cast their attention upwards, expecting the avalanche to end, and no one paid attention to the sedan chair that had stopped in place'well.'
You Wuming's ability to grasp the timing is truly amazing!
"Success!"
Everyone was in ecstasy, with excited eyes meeting.
You Wuming grabbed Sang Yuanyuan, went around behind the Dongzhou people, and slid lightly along the sling hidden in the snow to the cliff.
Sang Bujin, A Gu and others followed closely and fell to the bottom.
Right in front, Yicheng's well-textured sedan chair was pushed off the cliff of Baizhang, crooked in the snow, the canopy fell to one side, and the purple dress was very eye-catching in the white snow.
The Dongzhou guards on the upper mountain road didn't even realize what was going on. When the "Avalanche" stopped, they lifted the stiff sedan chair on Li Daitao and meandered away from the valley.
"Little girl, you are such a genius!" Sang Bu approached Sang Yuan Yuan, the little chubby bear, and patted her roundly on his chest.
You Wuming sneered low, drew a knife with his backhand, and strode forward.
Dressed in purple clothes, he struggled to get up, using his hands and feet to squirm slowly in the snow.
"You didn't fall to death, you're unlucky." You Wuming's voice was cold and cold.