Seeing the divine eagle flapping its wings and flying, Zhou Shaobai had to shout casually: "Don't misunderstand the divine eagle, I'm here to help you draw the arrow!"

Unexpectedly, the giant eagle stopped moving after hearing this, stared at him for a long time, slowly turned around, and exposed the arrow wound.

Zhou Shaobai secretly praised him. Could it be that this giant eagle is still familiar with human language? However, Xiyun Mountain has always obtained the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, and it is very likely that some spiritual beasts and strange birds will be produced.

He clasped his fists at the giant eagle: "Thank you for your trust."

Zhou Shaobai slowly approached the giant eagle. The closer he got, the more he realized that the giant eagle was really a magical horse. He ignored the admiration and carefully looked at the wound. He saw a broken half of the feather arrow penetrated deeply into the left abdomen of the giant eagle. There were also marks of the beak bitten by the giant eagle at the break. It must have been that the giant eagle drew the arrow himself, but it could not be taken out after biting it.

The wounds around the broken arrows also had new meat, some of which had bloomed, and blood was flowing down.

Zhou Shaobai suddenly realized that this was an old wound, so he had new flesh. However, because the arrows were left in his body, when the giant eagle flapped its wings and wanted to go straight to the nine heavens, it would tear the wound. The wound did not heal for a long time, making the giant eagle actually become weak, and even a mountain deer could not be brought back to the nest smoothly.

"Shen Diao Diao, I already know your injuries, so I'll help you." Zhou Shaobai stroked the giant eagle's body. The giant eagle was very quiet and seemed to really understand his words. So Zhou Shaobai took out the golden sore medicine from the bag and put it aside, stretched out his hands and held the broken arrow tightly, pulled it hard, and the arrow was finally pulled out, and blood flowed.

Zhou Shaobai was overjoyed: "The magic eagle, the arrow has been pulled out!"

He quickly picked up the golden sore medicine and applied it to the giant eagle's wound, and pressed it tightly with a handkerchief. Unexpectedly, the giant eagle suddenly broke free and let out a few long roars. This time the roar was no longer abnormal. It swelled the giant wings, and Zhou Shaobai was lifted aside by the strong air waves and fell to the ground. Then the giant eagle rose up and circled around Zhou Shaobai three times in the air, and finally left and disappeared into the clouds.

"Ah, my handkerchief is still stuck to its wound, it was embroidered by my mother..." Zhou Shaobai murmured at Liuyun in the distance, with a trace of reluctance in his eyes.

After a moment, he shook his head: "The Divine Eagle has gone away, and it's time for me to set off."

So Zhou Shaobai continued to go down the mountain.

He was afraid that he would meet his fellow men who were patrolling the mountain when he walked on the main road. When he interrogated, he would find that he had no waist signs to go down the mountain, so he only chose those winding and uninhabited paths to take a detour. These paths were usually rarely visited and were covered with wild grass and vines, which was extremely difficult to walk. After walking for about two hours, Zhou Shaobai was thirsty and tired, sweating all over, and had many dust spider webs on his body, looking extremely embarrassed.

"It's so hot. I remember there should be a stream in this area. Why can't I find it after a long time?" Zhou Shaobai said to himself. His throat was very thirsty, and the water bag in the bag had already been drunk.

Fortunately, before searching for it, he heard the gurgling sound of the stream. Zhou Shaobai was overjoyed and hurriedly pulled away the weeds in front of him, walked along the sound of the stream, and walked around a huge rock covered with moss. He finally arrived by the stream.

Zhou Shaobai held up the cool and sweet mountain spring water in both hands, drank a few big handfuls, and washed his face and arms with water. Then he took out the water bag that had not left behind and filled it with it.

After drinking the mountain spring water, Zhou Shaobai, who had been walking for a long time, came to his heart's heart. He walked to the shade of the tree beside the spring water, found a clean boulder and climbed up, pillowed on his bag, closed his eyes, and wanted to take a nap. Who knew that as soon as he closed his eyes, the fatigue of the nervous and rushing along the way came, and he fell asleep.

When he opened his eyes again, he saw the bright moon in the sky, the stars were shining, the insects were chirping, and the shadows of trees around him were swaying. It was already night.

"Ah, I've been sleeping for too long!" Zhou Shaobai felt annoyed, and felt that it had been delayed for a long time, so he jumped up quickly. However, after thinking about it, it would be a good experience to rush to the road under the mercury moonlight.

Standing on the huge rock, Zhou Shaobai looked at the stream clouds that stretched for several miles on the mountain in the distance. He saw that the stream clouds were brightly lit and surrounded by mist, like a fairyland. It was so beautiful. From a distance, it seemed like a fairyland. It couldn't tell which is the lights on earth and which are the stars in the sky. I wonder if anyone on the mountain found that he had escaped? Has anyone sent someone to find him?

"It's a pity that although the scenery is beautiful, there is no place for me to live in." Zhou Shaobai shook his head. Although he resented his senior brothers, he couldn't help but feel a little reluctant to leave when he remembered that his master treated him well.

"Forget it, if you don't stay here, you will have a place to stay." The boy's mood became clear again, just like the bright moon in the sky. He jumped off a huge rock and planned to go down the mountain along the stream, so that he could reach the village at the foot of the mountain. He found a family in the village to spend a night stay, and go to the official road tomorrow and find a way to leave Lianzhou.

So Zhou Shaobai walked to the stream and was fortunately bright as silver covered with silver. In addition, the young man had good eyesight, so he could see clearly under his feet.

After walking like this for a while, suddenly a intermittent singing came from the front: "You can pick lotus in the south of the Yangtze River~~~ Lotus leaves, so many fields~~~~

Fish plays among lotus leaves~~~Fish plays east of lotus leaves~~~~"

Zhou Shaobai took a breath and felt his scalp numb. How could anyone sing in this wilderness?

Could it be... a ghost?

He was frightened and quickly shook his head and forced himself to give up his thoughts: No, no, this is the place where the famous Xiyun Temple is located, with a strong spirit, and it coincides with the ascension ceremony of the ancestor Xiyun Zhenren. Even if there is any evil spirit, he will definitely not dare to come out to harm people today!

Zhou Shaobai pulled out the sword and held it tightly in his hand. He felt that his courage had strengthened a little. He quietly stepped forward and thought to himself: Let's investigate first. If there is any ghost, let's kill it first and treat it as my Zhou Shaobai, who is the world's flag sacrifice!

Carefully lift the sword and walk forward, I saw the stream in front of me gathering into a small clear pond, which was covered with green lotus leaves, like a jasper-carved paper umbrella in a pond. The breeze comes and the fragrance of lotus flows with the waves, which is really refreshing.

So beautiful! Zhou Shaobai couldn't help but admire, will there be evil spirits in such a beautiful place?

The lotus leaves in the pond swayed gently with the breeze. Zhou Shaobai looked closely and wanted to follow the song to see who the monster was, but among the few lotus leaves, he saw a tender ivory-like white body.

Ah...that's that?

Zhou Shaobai went up the mountain to practice Taoism at the age of eight. Except for the occasional compliment of his senior brother, he took him to the foot of the mountain to purchase goods (in fact, he just asked Zhou Shaobai to do a coolie to carry goods), and he almost never went down the mountain. Except for the female lay Buddhists who went up the mountain to worship, he had never contacted any women, but the shocking glance between the jasper lotus leaves immediately made him know that the white and jade-like under the moonlight must be a woman.

Now we are closer to the pond, and the singing is becoming clearer. It is indeed a clear female voice like a silver bell: "Fish plays in the west of the lotus leaf~~Fish plays in the south of the lotus leaf~~~~"

He blushed, lowered his eyes, and his heart fluttered.

He had never had much contact with women at the age of eight to sixteen. However, his senior brothers would secretly circulate some erotic paintings brought back from the market at the foot of the mountain. He also occasionally glanced at them, and then walked away with a blushing face, completely ignoring the ridicule of his senior brothers.

The sword in his hand was trembling, and the moonlight shone on the sword, reflecting a silver light, shaking among the lotus leaves.

The girl among the lotus leaves noticed the silver light and her singing stopped abruptly: "Hey, what kind of light is this?"

Zhou Shaobai was shocked and hid behind the stone beside the pond, carefully put away his sword, and his heart swayed with the lotus leaves.

The girl could not see the shaking silver light and said strangely: "What was the firefly just now? But, how could there be such a strange firefly..."

She curiously pushed away the lotus leaves and looked in the direction of Zhou Shaobai.
Chapter completed!