The charming mandala was blooming everywhere, colorful and colorful. Zhang Jian, who was leaving, could not have imagined that there was a graceful figure behind him. She looked at them faintly, and the deep gaze was left with only a faint sigh in the end.

Five hundred years pass by like a flash of horses, your misty true spirit will eventually wake up from the world. The Forgetful River in the underworld is twisting and turns. I don’t know if the compassion of the Emperor of Heaven can shine on the world again. I am unwilling to fall in the underworld, and I am disappointed the instructions of the King of Hell and the Emperor, so I die.

On the messy hills, the cold flames dissipated, and a ball of pink miasma was collected from the deep crypt by the swaying figure into the palm of the palm of the palm of the palm of the hand. He bowed and bowed again, but he didn't know that the future was unpredictable, so he could not return to the palace of the Nine Heavens with you. The figure was like a mermaid entering the water, quietly melting into a dark yellow spring water, and completely dissipated as the faint yellow spring water soaked into the ground.

Zhang Jian suddenly looked back and saw a heavy fog filled the place, and there was no dim light. But he always felt a strange look at him, but unfortunately, even the green light of the fog-breaking beads could not be reflected thoroughly. Zhang Jian stopped to meditate, and he could only feel that it was a familiar but strange temptation, like a farewell, like a new life.

"Old Zhang, don't be distracted." Chu Xiao wiped the cold sweat on his forehead, and his eyes kept looking around, guarding against ghosts' sneak attacks at any time. Master Yongjie was placed on him and was silently reciting scriptures. The rosary in his wrist was filled with fragrance, and the sandalwood that floated secretly seemed to have the effect of calming the mind and clearing the mind, which made Zhang Jian's face look correct.

"Okay, I want to leave here." Zhang Jian let go of his tense mind. At this time, too much thinking was useless and it only caused trouble: "I have something to discuss with you after I go back."

On the s220 Highway, the moonlight fell from the sky was like frost. The whizzing low wind swirled forward and continued to cross their ankles. After a while, Zhang Jian and the others walked a long way. Two simple iron fences on the roadside as a warning barrier can be seen from afar, and a bunch of bonfires reflected the raging red light.

In front of the military-green engineering tent, the Mars rising in the wind on the iron basin bonfire was like Huang Fang's thoughts flying at this moment, and disappeared faintly as soon as he poked it. Bi Fu took out a bottle of mineral water and handed it to Huang Fang. He held a piece of white chocolate in his hand and sent it to his mouth: "Miss Huang, don't worry, with Comrade Zhang's strength, even if he cannot successfully rescue him, he can escape unscathed."

The rich milky aroma of the white chocolate in Bi Fu's hand made Huang Fang feel a long-lost hunger in her belly. She took out a piece of white rabbit milk candy wrapped in black and white printed paper from the small cloth bag on her waist and put it in her mouth. The familiar sweet smell on the tip of her tongue made her feel like she had returned to the carefree days of her childhood.

To be honest, in addition to some small shops in remote villages and old peddlers, they can also sell a small amount of white rabbit milk candy. Those big cities have long forgotten this candy that was once popular all over the country. The one in Huang Fang's arms was still a slogan that she had treated today, and in return, she was deeply saddened by smelling the smell of twenty years ago. Don't enter the mountains when practicing Taoism. There is no sun or moon in the mountains. It has been a thousand years in a flash. At this time, she seemed to be holding a black and white chess piece on Lanke Mountain.

"Brother Zhang Jian?" A series of footsteps interrupted her melancholy thoughts. Wu Zun was walking in front with a thigh of long dark red hair on his head, and followed by a breathless Chu Xiao, who was holding Master Yongjie who was exhausted. Zhang Jian fell to the end, holding a man covered in blood in his arms, in his thirties, with two short beards.

"I said to Miss Huang, we have worked hard to fight monsters, and you can't ignore me in front of me." Wu Zun reached out and stroked the red hair in front of his forehead, and looked at Huang Fang with his eyes pretending to be deep.

"Oh, who is so shameless to attack from behind?" Wu Zun staggered to the side, turned around angrily and wanted to vomit the little man behind him, but when he saw Chu Xiao's cold face, he immediately cringed into a coward: "Uh, even if you were my beloved boss, you can't bully the baby for no reason. I tell you Chu Xiao, if you do this, you will lose my baby."

"You are blocking the way, so I will kick you away." Chu Xiao told Wu Zun a irrefutable fact in a plain and earnest tone. What should you do if there is a stone blocking the way? Naturally, he will move him away. Kicking is also a way to move. This powerful logical deduction made Wu Zun, who originally wanted to show off in front of the goddess, suddenly become weak.

"Miss Huang, I'll take the master in to rest first. The man in your brother Zhang Jian's arms is a big trouble." Chu Xiaono's jokes made Huang Fang's cold cheeks bring a shy blush, like a rose falling on the snow. Especially the circling eye waves between her eyebrows, the rich fragrance and mellowness of aged wine, which made Wu Zun, who thought he was a romantic woman, shine.

Chu Xiao pulled Wu Zun, who was stunned and rushed into the tent: "I said you are a high-quality handsome man at least, why do you always look like a loser?"

"As the saying goes, a beautiful lady, a gentleman is a good friend.

"Don't think I don't know what you are going to do. She is the closed disciple of Master Dengyun. If there is a mistake here, I will have to go to Qincheng Prison in the capital to catch you. If you miss it, you will have to lose your skin even if you don't die."

Zhang Jian lay down on the ground with a coma. Li Jin curled up and kept moaning, as if a block was blocking his throat, making his face flush: "Miss Huang, can you help me see what happened to him? Logically speaking, the acupoints were sealed and the miasma in the blood was discharged from the body. He should have woken up long ago, but there was no sign of improvement from the face."

"Brother Zhang Jian, is he suffering from miasma poison?" Huang Fang observed Li Jin's face curiously. Due to excessive blood loss on her pale cheeks, she showed a sick blush: "The conventional observation, hearing, questioning and cutting cannot soak the texture. I will use Taoism to see it."

Huang Fang formed a seal with his hands, and a dark blue light appeared on Li Jin's head: "Maoshan Taoism - the disease and epidemic appeared." The Maoshan Taoism's spirit penetrated into Li Jin's body with a vigorous vitality, and passed through the veins around him to investigate the cause of the disease.

"Huh~" Huang Fang slowly let out a long breath, and a long white mist formed in the wet and cold night with a little sweet smell. She shook her head helplessly at Zhang Jian and said, "The meridians are unobstructed and there are no foreign objects in the throat. Except for the symptoms such as excessive bleeding may lead to intermittent shock, anemia, etc., I did not notice any abnormalities in his body."

"Strange, what exactly made him unable to wake up?"

(End of this chapter)
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