"Walk?"
Bai Lian was shocked when he received the news.
"Actually, it doesn't matter if you stay for a few more days."
But Tutu shook her head, time is money, and she happens to be a "miser".
Under the repeated insistence of Tutu, Bai Lian could only say goodbye to Qiongzhi and others.
They set foot on the road to Qingxu that morning.
Flying boat crossing.
Long winds and waves.
The road is not far, but Bai Lian's journey is not easy.
She obviously underestimated the power of the phrase "it's not yet time".
For three days, she searched Qingxu all over, and every medicinal herb she found was useless to Tutu.
"Let's go to Thousand Swords City."
Bai Lian touched Tutu's head.
There was no trace of loss on her face, only a warm smile.
(,,?oωo)ノ"(?っωo'.)
then.
Bai Lian turned around and spent the next ten days visiting Qianjian City and Yaochi Sacred Mountain one after another.
Because of her frequent movements, the story of the saint traveling to the east was also circulated in the outside world for a while.
Bai Lian didn't take it to heart, and now she's used to it.
All she cares about is that she gets nothing again.
Qianjiancheng is good at fencing, and is good at comprehending Tao. After the secret elixir could not make Tutu break through, they were helpless.
Yaochi Sacred Mountain has a wide range of Taoisms, but whether it is medicinal pills, formations, or forced initiations, it is impossible to make Tutu's cultivation progress.
It was as if Tutu's body had suddenly turned into a bottomless pit, and no matter how much things were stuffed into it, it wouldn't be able to touch the cover of Yin Huo Jie.
"I don't believe in evil!"
Bai Lian gritted his teeth.
As we all know, there are five of the four major sects, and she has only just left two, not even half of it.
However, after weighing it, Bai Lian still drew the Taixuan Daomen and Taiqing Daomen from the target.
Back then, in order to maintain its orthodox status, Taixuan Daomen did not hesitate to kill Gong Xuexin, who had grown by leaps and bounds.
Who knows if they'll do it again this time
In short, Bai Lian didn't have the slightest impression of Taixuan Daomen.
She can't wait to fight with the ambitious Marquis of Wu'an and Xu Pan, and she'd better lose both, so that she can easily vent her anger on Yan Yue's behalf.
After setting the target, Bai Lian flew straight towards Wushan Shrine.
But she only flew for an hour and then stopped for some reason.
Or Taicang Basin.
Still the land of fish and rice.
Looking at the lonely soul wandering under her feet, her expression became more and more gloomy.
"how come?"
She had already destroyed the ancient formation, and before she left, she deliberately rained a heavy rain full of water rhythm and vitality.
Under the watering of that rain, even dying flowers and plants can be instantly refreshed.
But what does she see now
The bones are exposed in the wild, and there is no rooster in a thousand miles!
good guy.
The nameless anger surged in Bai Lian's heart, and the momentum was even greater than the undulations of the peaks on her chest.
"Haw?"
Tutu, who shrank in Bai Lian's arms, noticed the abnormality.
Bai Lian shook his head: "I'm fine, let's go down and see the situation first."
Tutu naturally has no objection.
Bai Lian quickly flew towards a settlement that was discovered by the consciousness.
Chapter 6 Recasting the glory of Bai Lian, the white door is bound to!
The mountain air is beautiful at sunset, and the birds are in harmony with each other.
This is a picture of a leisurely life often seen in the Taicang Basin.
But after the disaster came, it all turned into dust!
evening.
In the open space near the mountain pass, stacks of dry firewood were lit.
The flames danced, illuminating the faces of the surrounding refugees.
The dozen or so dissimilar faces had exactly the same complexion at the moment.
Depression, pain, exhaustion... and even despair.
"Clap clap clap..."
From time to time there was a sound of explosions in the fire.
No one spoke, and everyone was silently dealing with the dry food in their hands.
ten days.
They went all the way east along the Yuanqingshan Mountain Road, and whether it was spiritual will or stored food, they were about to be exhausted.
But they are still half way out of the Taicang Basin.
"It's going to be a big deal."
The young man who was sitting on the bluestone without eating murmured.
His hair was clean and odorless, but because of constant scratching, it was as messy as a bird's nest.
He is also reaching his limit.
He looked at the white flying patterns embroidered on the clothes.
If you have faith but no strength, you still can't be like that adult.
Ten years ago.
He is also a refugee.
On the way of crying and crying, he lost the last of his loved ones.
Along the way, he saw countless ugliness, selling sons and daughters, changing sons to eat each other, robbing and slaughtering...
In the end, he got out of that hell and became a loose cultivator with a little chance.
He is different from other cultivators.
He does not seek longevity.
He doesn't ask about ghosts.
He just wants to do his best to save the people from disasters.
But he was only a rookie in the Qi refining period, and he didn't have the ability to call the wind and the rain, and he was too poor to come up with any powerful formation spells.
So all he could do was to take the dozen or so victims to flee.
pity.
It all seems to be coming to an end.
The food stored on him was about to run out, and he dared not abandon these people to find new food.
He was afraid that as soon as he left, the last pillar in these people's hearts would collapse soon.
[If you don't have a heart, you can't live.]
"Looks like this is my home."
The young man leaned back, looking at the night sky, his fingers never leaving the pattern on his clothes.
That's no ordinary pattern.