It was a barrier made of water, mixed with lightning and thunder, and it opened an opening at the junction of the sky and the earth. This is the entrance to the alien space that Taoist Fudeng said.
As the storm continued to intensify, a flash of lightning and a rumbling of thunder made a little bit of a gap in the barrier that could accommodate another person.
Due to the limited opening time in the different space, Fudeng Taoist was in a hurry, so I didn’t even think about letting go of the crutches in his hand and opening his arms. For a time, the spiritual power of the flowers and plants in the garden was like a wave of wind blowing. The silk rushed to the Taoist Fudeng, and the scene was very spectacular.
The magical power of Taoist Fuden made An Ruoqing an eye-opener. Every drop of blood in her body seemed to be startled by the sight in front of her.
After all the spiritual power is on the body, the Taoist Fudeng is even more powerful.
He used the spiritual power currently possessed by his whole body to push toward the time-space tunnel, and the silver almost transparent spiritual power formed a whirlpool little by little.
Like a tornado-like shape, An Ruoqing looked at the space-time tunnel in astonishment. She couldn't help but say a few words before Fudeng Taoist pushed An Ruoqing in.
The wind whispered in her ears, An Ruoqing clearly heard her breathing, and the sound came to her mind a little bit.
An Ruoqing tried hard to reach out her hand to think about what she had grasped, but everything seemed illusory, and Taoist Fudeng's face disappeared and blurred with the floating spiritual power.
"Ah... Ah!"
This long sound was finally accompanied by An Ruoqing and fell on a clean path.
An Ruoqing stood firm suddenly and opened her eyes leisurely. She looked around, and a few flying insects were alarmed by her sudden visit among the lush weeds.
She was standing on a small path among the weeds, the bright dirt road, especially porcelain, it seems that there must be many pedestrians coming and going on this road.
An Ruoqing looked at the sky again, here the sky is high and the road far away, not like Biyougu, she walked slowly forward a few steps.
He muttered to himself: "It seems that I have been out of the Hundred Gardens? And I am not yet in Biyou Valley? Hmm! It seems like this, otherwise it is impossible for there to be a drop of rain."
As soon as she said this, An Ruoqing was stunned to remember that Taoist Fudeng in Baihuayuan immediately showed a guilty expression on her face.
"Grandpa Fudeng, thank you... You are really my noble person. You can see through my mind and let me escape from the clutches. Your kindness, I will never forget An Ruoqing in this lifetime."
When she said this, An Ruoqing looked up at the sky, because she always felt that that place was heaven, a carefree, sacred and inviolable heaven.
However, An Ruoqing doesn't belong anywhere, she still has the revenge of her master, and the heavy responsibility of reviving the Witch Clan is weighed on her.
An Ruoqing raised her arm, and there was an inexplicable amount of spiritual power in her palm. Upon closer inspection, the spiritual power was transformed by the piranha. An Ruoqing blinked her eyes in a panic and quickly put away the spiritual power in her hand. force.
She seemed to be scared, and the piranha would just jump out of her hand without paying attention.
"Go! I heard that there are often monsters on this road."
"Isn't it? I heard that a young Taoist priest was trying to save someone from the Demon King's hands. In the end, he seemed to be smashed down the cliff alive by the Demon King's men. The life or death is unknown."
"That's a cliff of ten thousand feet, I'm afraid that I won't live anymore. Think about it, a person who specializes in catching monsters can't work under the demon king, let alone us ordinary people! Alas! What the world!"
"I've heard about this too. It seems that it is better to go less on this road in the future!"
"Hey... Who says it's not!"
Just when An Ruoqing was worried about the piranha, the conversations of passing pedestrians aroused her suspicion.
"Demon King? Taoist? Save people? Could it be..." An Ruoqing was in a daze.
Regardless of the etiquette, she rashly came to the two passers-by, went up and grabbed one of the middle-aged men by the arm and said.
"The Taoist priest you are talking about is Ye Han?"
"Ohhhhh! Who are you, what Yehan, I don't know what you are talking about."
An Ruoqing's recklessness obviously shocked the two of them and almost treated her as a lunatic.
Fortunately, An Ruoqing reacted, and immediately let go of her hand, and humbly said to the two passers-by.
Just as An Ruoqing bowed to apologize, the two passers-by shouted "Youkai..." and staggered and fled in the opposite direction.
"Where...?" An Ruoqing's eyes lit up and she quickly looked up. She looked around and found nothing unusual, but from time to time a breath came from behind that caught her attention.
That's right, it is the Piranha. It is standing behind An Ruoqing affectionately, staring at An Ruoqing's buttocks, looking very attentively.
"Food... people... flowers..." An Ruoqing stared at the piranha with angry eyes, with a knife in her eyes, scared the piranha quickly straightened up, suddenly turned into aura, and got in. An Ruoqing's palm.
If it weren't for the piranha making trouble, An Ruoqing would have inquired about Ye Han's news a long time ago, but it would be better now.
An Ruoan was thinking about the conversation between the two passers-by just now, and an inexplicable panic surged in her heart.
Although Qiu Qingqing is cool and cloudless, An Ruoqing's heart is always gray, lingering, and her palm is sweaty.
In the lonely field, with no sight to the side, An Ruoqing walked out of the site of Nanfengzi Shu along this path.
Along the way, she was quiet and quiet, and she didn't encounter a little demon under Nanfengzishu.
It was not as horrible as the people on the road said, An Ruoqing finally breathed a sigh of relief, did not encounter the little demon, it means that the words of the passers-by may be fake.
An Ruoqing thought so, probably the only way to calm her anxiety.
I don't know how long he has been walking, An Ruoqing finally saw a few small farmhouses on the slope from a distance.
There are dozens of families on the small slope, some of which don't even have a courtyard wall. Judging from the thatched huts made of straw and mud embryos, it will not be long for these people to move in one after another.
Even so, it can't stop An Ruoqing from looking for Ye Han's mood. As long as the person who falls off the cliff is not known for one day, An Ruoqing's hanging heart will not fall down.
An Ruoqing lifted her clothes, wiped the sweat from her palms, and stained the sweat on her forehead. After driving for so long, she swallowed the moment she saw one of the houses with the door open. The saliva that is about to dry up.
An Ruoqing couldn't help knocking on the wooden gate of the family.
"Is anyone here?"
An Ruoqing didn't dare to use too much force, for fear that she would offend the people who lived in the house.
A middle-aged woman came out of the house. She was ragged, stretched, and dirty. She was rather beautiful, but her white face was blackened by the burning stove.
Seeing An Ruoqing's middle-aged woman looked a little nervous and frightened. There was also a six or seven-year-old girl who came out with him, with a round face and a cute and anxious look.
Compared to her mother, the girl seemed not afraid of anything. The middle-aged woman took the child beside her into her arms, staring at An Ruoqing and her righteous sword with innocent eyes.
An Ruoqing saw the hidden fear in the eyes of the middle-aged woman.
She took the righteous hanging sword in her arms, then narrowed her eyes slightly, and a smile immediately appeared at the corner of her mouth.
"Oh! Don't be afraid, two of you, I just passed by here and saw your gates open, so I wanted to come in to beg for a drink. I had no other intentions."
When I heard it was asking for saliva, the middle-aged woman put down the embankment a little, and said softly: "The girl, first... Sit first."
A slight tremor was mixed in the middle-aged woman's words, and she told the children next to her.
"Ying'er quickly enter the room and bring a glass of water."
Upon hearing the instructions of the middle-aged woman, Ying'er hurriedly turned around and ran into the house, An Ruoqing followed Ying'er's running figure and looked over.
In the low thatched house, the ring block is depressed, and the walls made of adobe are already bumpy.
Ying'er poured the water quickly and was coming out of the house. In a hurry, water droplets splashed from the cup to the ground from time to time. When they passed it to An Ruoqing, there was not much left.
An Ruoqing smiled at the Ying'er in front of her, took the water glass in her hand and drank it.
"Cough cough... cough cough cough..."
A weak cough came from the dilapidated thatched house.
Before the middle-aged woman could guess An Ruoqing, she left her daughter and ran into the house with strides.
"Master, come... just drink some water!"
What happened in the house made it too late for the middle-aged woman to make peace on the embankment.
An Ruoqing's question stayed on Ying'er.
"Ying'er, what's wrong in the room, why is your mother so nervous..."
An Ruoqing squatted in front of Ying'er. She carefully shifted the messy hair on her forehead for Ying'er, and looked at the little girl in front of her with warm eyes.
Ying'er, first tightened her pink lips, her slightly immature brows touched slightly, tears in her eyes.
Then, choked and said: "Big sister, my father is sick. It has been a long time. There is no money in the family, so I can't afford a doctor. My mother said that my father is about to die, woo...
When she talked about death, Ying'er's eyes blushed, and finally couldn't help but burst into tears.
The tears fell like broken pearls, drop by drop on his cheeks.
An Ruoqing looked up at her surroundings and found that she was indeed a family member. No wonder it was difficult to find a doctor in this sparsely populated place.
"Ying'er, don't cry. My sister has a way to heal your father. You dry your tears first and take your sister to go, OK?"
When Ying'er heard that she could save her father, she quickly wiped away the tears on her cheeks, looked at An Ruoqing innocently, and nodded seriously.
The fleshy little hands clasped An Ruoqing's slender white hands, forming a sharp contrast.