Shiqiaojian is the place where the Yu people have lived for generations. Although the enchantment has been broken for thirteen years, it is still deserted.
After walking through the most remote mountain village, the rest of the road was all mountain roads. Rong Xian walked for three days and went around two hills.
When the light dissipated and the earth returned to darkness, a cold light slowly radiated brilliance to illuminate the way forward.
Rong Xian looked up at the full moon, her eyes on the last hill.
After crossing there, you will reach the stone bridge stream.
She let out a long sigh of relief, picked up some dead branches and piled them together and lit a fire.
Rong Xian leaned against the tree to make a fire, biting the wild fruit picked from the tree, not to mention, it tasted good.
On a tree not far away, Ling Juncong said curiously, "Woo, it's so cold in the mountains, why do you think Doctor Rong, a mortal, has to come here to find guilt."
Lu Yuan closed his eyes and remained silent.
"I thought she was collecting herbs, but all the herbs she encountered along the way were distributed to those patients. What do you think she wanted to do by continuing to walk inside?"
Lu Yuan's ears moved, but he remained silent.
Ling Juncong focused his attention on Rong Xian, looked at her without blinking, but the words in his mouth were addressed to Lu Yuan.
"All the monks are looking for her. Do you think she is afraid that she will die, so she finds a place to hide? But it's useless. For the monks, it's just a few hills, and it's only a few moments to drive the flying sword. "Ling Juncong felt as if his heart was being scratched and scratched by a kitten's paw, and he was really curious about Rong Xian's purpose.
Finally, Lu Yuan couldn't bear the noise of this man, and said coldly, "If you want to know, ask yourself."
Ling Juncong blinked, a little puzzled by this man's sudden temper, and he secretly muttered to the wood's mood and anger.
Suddenly, Lu Yuan tensed up and looked vigilantly into the distance.
Ling Jun noticed his change from the first moment, with a playful smile on his face, but his body quickly became alert, and his mouth was reluctant to say: "Really, it's not a worry at night. "
Rong Xian sat by the fire, as if she didn't notice anything. Feeling that the flames were getting smaller, she casually added the dead branches on the side.
A little powder was sprinkled on the fingertips without a trace, and it seemed that there was only a fire.
The faint green smoke spread around Rong Xian as the center. Without everyone noticing, the green smoke filled the entire mountain with lightning speed.
At first, no one paid attention. After all, it was just ordinary smoke, but in just a few breaths, the blue smoke was like a thick fog, completely blocking everyone's sight. When they wanted to use their divine sense, they were shocked to find that divine sense actually I can't penetrate this blue smoke.
"No, there is something wrong with the smoke." In the thick fog, a cultivator reacted and shouted quickly.
Before he could think of a way, the sound of 'dong dong dong' colliding with the ground sounded.
The man hurriedly ran towards the sound, but was tripped over by something lying on the ground.
When he looked back subconsciously, he realized that this was the one who followed him to find Rong Xian. His face changed, and he checked his companion carefully, and found that this man was just asleep, and neither his body nor his soul was damaged in the slightest, but he just couldn't wake up.
Slowly, the man felt that his eyelids were a little heavy, and a deep drowsiness struck, causing him to be pulled into the darkness without any resistance at all.
Gently, shallow breathing sounded, and the thick fog was slowly blown away by the mountain peak.
An unhurried footstep approached slowly, and an elegant and graceful figure came out of the mist. She looked down at the cultivators who were sleeping soundly on the ground, the corners of her mouth were raised, and she smiled.
Then, she sighed with sadness: "Now this cultivator is really inferior to a generation, and he is not even a little bit wary, how can he carry forward the small thousand world!"
When Ling Juncong and Lu Yuan heard this, they were immediately stunned.
Without waiting for their thoughts to emerge, they saw Rong Xian step over these monks unceremoniously, with her hands in her sleeves, and by the light of the moon, she walked slowly towards her destination.
A certain tree that was not enveloped by green smoke, Ling Jun smashed his mouth, wiped his cold sweat and said, "Do we really need to follow to protect Rong Xian?"
Lu Yuan: "…"
Ling Juncong collapsed a bit and said: "Look, dozens of monks fell down in just a few breaths. Such a ferocious person really needs our protection?"
Lu Yuan said with difficulty: "She is just an ordinary doctor."
Ling Juncong roared, "She is a doctor who can overthrow a cultivator."
Lu Yuan worked hard to find an excuse for the pure and kind Doctor Rong: "But she worries about the world."
"Does she care about the cultivator as a mortal?!" Ling Juncong said with a sullen face.
Lu Yuan was speechless and could only turn around and chase after Rong Xian.
Ling Jun looked down at the snoring monk on the ground, wiped his face, his eyes were full of solemnity, and Rong Xian was able to prescribe medicine without knowing it. Rong Xian was indeed worthy of her unparalleled medical skills.
Fortunately, Rong Xian's heart is benevolent and kind. If a person who is full of evil has such means, wouldn't it be earthshaking.
"What are you in a daze, keep up." Ye Feng's calm voice was sent to his ears.
The expression on Ling Jun's face changed instantly, and he became that dandy with a hippie smile: "Come on."
The sky was bright, and Rong Xian finally reached the last hill.
At this time, the group of cultivators who had been lying on the ground frozen for a night finally woke up. They looked at each other for a long while with dumbfounded faces, and then they left quickly, as if reporting to the person behind them.
Rong Xian had already walked up the last mountain at this time. She looked down at the desolate village under the mountain, her expression gradually became heavy, facing the sun, she could feel the cold aura in her body about to move.
It's the fourth day, and tomorrow will be the last day. After tomorrow, Zhuohua can't hold back the shade.
Taking advantage of this time, she should do what she can do.
Rong Xian glanced at the trees and grasses halfway up the mountain, and walked down the mountain without stopping. When she came to the middle of the mountain, she rolled up her sleeves, walked forward and bent over to pick wild chrysanthemums, red roses, purple flowers mimosa.
She didn't fold the flowers directly, but dug them all out and carefully protected their rhizomes with soil. Then she held the flowers and continued down the mountain contentedly, not caring that her clothes had been stained with soil.
After half an hour, she finally walked down the mountain and came to this once lively village - the place where the Yu clan lived in seclusion for generations.
Rong Xian's pace slowed down a lot, and she walked around the abandoned houses to the martial arts training ground.
As early as thirteen years ago, the martial arts field had become the cemetery of the Yu clan.
The raised graves do not make people feel eerie, because all kinds of flowers are blooming around the graves, which looks extraordinarily warm.
Rong Xian: It's been a long time since I haven't seen the patriarch, so I couldn't help but want to nag a few words ヽ(^ω^)
(End of this chapter)