Chapter 72 Baihua Valley

Leaving the Moon Chasing Pavilion, Feng Junyang and Qing Lingzi had their own thoughts and rarely talked along the way. Feng Junyang walked a familiar road and remembered that his master was still walking with him yesterday. He also regarded this trip as a trip and played in the mountains and rivers all the way. He was so uncomfortable. Unexpectedly, Ye Xuanji was covering up the acting all the way. He couldn't help laughing at his confusion. After living with a vampire for three or four days, he knew nothing. As the saying goes, people's hearts are separated by their belly and tiger's hearts are separated by sweaters. He felt that suddenly, in the deep blow given by Ye Xuanji, although he was heartbroken, he learned to face it and learn to bear it bravely. Although the future is uncertain, the victory or defeat is unknown, and his life and death are uncertain, he is ready for everything.

Qing Lingzi made marks as he walked, carving small gossip figures with mahogany swords on the trees by the roadside. Seeing his serious appearance, Feng Junyang couldn't help asking, "Taoist priest, are you still gossiping?"

"Feng Junyang, fortunately you didn't promise me to be my apprentice in Qianfo Town." Qing Lingzi shook his head and said, "Otherwise, I won't live today..."

"Why?"

"I've been pissed off by you for a long time! How can you ask some idiotic questions? I'm just making marks!"

"The line is like a mountain." Feng Junyang unconvincedly uprooted a plant from the ground, raised it in front of Qing Lingzi, and asked, "What kind of grass is this?"

"I don't know. I'm not Langzhong." Qing Lingzi said disdainfully.

"That's right!" Feng Junyang said proudly, "This is gentian grass. You don't know it. It's all over the ground. Don't say I'm stupid anymore. I'm not familiar with your business, it doesn't matter. If you are not familiar with my industry, you will die!"

Qing Lingzi looked helplessly at Feng Junyang walk over proudly and stopped him: "Feng Junyang! Shall we take the waterway or the train?

"Waterway!" He answered even if he didn't want to. How dare he take the train? I almost killed myself last time. How good the waterway is. You can enjoy the scenery of the lake and mountains, breathe fresh air, watch the water birds soar, and watch the fish jump. The key is that if you take the waterway, the passenger ship will berth and change ships at the Xincheng Pier, and you can go down for an hour on the way.

There is a blue flower in the new city, a woman who is lingering with herself in her dream...

"I just want to take the train!" Damn Qing Lingzi came up with such a sentence, interrupting Feng Junyang's memory.

"Why?"

"First, the train is fast. Second, it rained yesterday and the passenger ship anchored and stopped operation. Only the railway is open. Hahaha..." Qing Lingzi laughed, brushed the dust, and walked to the handsome front.

"Dao Dao, didn't you say that the situation was urgent? You still have the heart to laugh..." Feng Junyang said puzzledly, looking at his eyebrows all the way, but now he looks leisurely and comfortable.

What's the use of being urgent? Can you walk to Qianfo Town in a hurry? I want to keep a clear mind, have a strong energy, and think about countermeasures along the way. How can I be like you? It looks like the sky has collapsed without a long stick.

Feng Junyang looked at the direction of Qing Lingzi's going and couldn't help laughing: "Taoist priest, you are too angry! Forget it, you've turned the other way!"

"Who said I would be at the railway station soon?" Qing Lingzi said with a straight face, "Now I can only buy afternoon tickets. You can buy four tickets and I will go to Baihua Valley to pick up my apprentice."

"Wait! Wait!" Feng Junyang caught up with Qing Lingzi in a few steps and hurriedly asked, "What are you talking about? Baihua Valley?"

"Yes, I have two disciples who are still waiting for me in Baihua Valley..."

"I'll go too!" Feng Junyang said shamelessly, "I heard that Baihua Valley is a place with flowers blooming all year round. There are all kinds of strange plants, as well as dancing trees and singing flowers... People live a free life of men and women. Taoist, take me to have a look?"

Feng Junyang added oil and vinegar on the basis of Xingju's original words told him of Baihua Valley.

"Who told you what Hundred Flowers Valley looks like?" Qing Lingzi looked surprised, "Do you understand it literally? OK, Feng Junyang, I'll let you see it today. It's better to see it than to hear it. Let's go!"

Feng Junyang yearns to follow Qing Lingzi. Isn't Baihua Valley the place where purple clothes live? Xingju once described the beauty of Baihua Valley. Qing Lingzi also asked herself to go to Baihua Valley before. It seems that this Baihua Valley is predestined to him. Now it is close to him. How can he miss the opportunity?

"Feng Junyang, be mentally prepared." Qing Lingzi walked proudly in front of him, followed by Feng Junyang, and the pedestrians who came and went couldn't stop paying attention to this strange combination.

"Alas! Taoist priest, please walk slowly. Didn't you notice that everyone on the street was looking at us?

Yes! Look at me, such a magnificent Taoist, how can I be followed by a flowing guy... It's reminding me to guard against thieves!" Qing Lingzi didn't look back and said quickly.

"You!" Feng Junyang was so angry that he couldn't speak. He felt that this young spirit son was serious and scared to death, and evil angered people to death. However, it is also a pleasure to walk with him.

The two of you chased me through the bustling Hundred Flowers City. Feng Junyang secretly admired Qing Lingzi's foot strength and walked ten miles. His face did not change and his heart beat, and his footsteps became lighter and faster, but he felt more and more powerless.

"My Taoist priest, wait for me!" He shouted breathlessly in the back. Anyway, it's the afternoon train, and it's not noon yet.

Qing Lingzi really stopped on a cliff, looked at Feng Junyang, who was blushing and sweating, and said with a smile, "Are you studying medicine to cure yourself? Look at your weak look..."

"Don't laugh at me! How far is it?"

"What?" Qing Lingzi pretends to be deaf and dumb.

"Flower Valley!"

"Here, isn't it?" Qing Lingzi pointed to the continuous valley around him and said without changing his face.

"Ah!" Feng Junyang looked around and couldn't help laughing and recited the poem affectionately, "It turns out that the legendary Valley of Hundred Flowers is the valley of white flowers!"

"Yes, this is the Valley of Flowers. Surrounded by valleys, there are no strange flowers and grass, and there are no four seasons like spring. It is a plain valley, which is not as wonderful as you think. In many cases, you can't see sunshine here for half a year. Therefore, it is better to see it than to hear it. Whatever it is, don't listen to what others say. You have to believe in your own eyes. Qing Lingzi changed his hippie smiling face just now, stood in the whistling wind and said solemnly.

"Thank you for your suggestion, Taoist priest." Feng Junyang said sincerely, "Thank you for giving me a vivid and meaningful lesson."

"I don't want to be a missionary." Qing Lingzi said with a smile, "Let's go to the bottom of the valley and find two little apprentices."

On the other side of the original cliff, there is a narrow path leading to the bottom of the valley. At first glance, I thought that there was no way to go after the cliff. Qing Lingzi was right. Everything must pass through his own eyes first.

The narrow road can only accommodate one person, and the two of them carefully support them all the way and walk under the cliff with their hands and feet. Finally reaching the bottom of the valley, Feng Junyang felt a chill, and the temperature at the bottom of the valley was much lower than above. Looking up, the cliff stretched out of the air seemed to be crumbling in the wind.

"Taoist priest, what are you and your apprentice doing here?" Feng Junyang felt strange. The bottom of the valley was deserted and no one lived there. Qing Lingzi either caught ghosts or demons. Are there also ghosts here?

"There is an old man here..." Qing Lingzi said, brushing the dust and shouted, "No fruit, the poor road is back!"

Qing Lingzi rarely recites the Buddha's name, but when he goes down to the bottom of the valley, he recites the Buddha's name. Maybe this old man has a lot to do with him.

Feng Junyang was puzzled, and a thick voice came: "Come and come. What else are you doing with a stranger?"

He looked in the direction of the sound, and it turned out that the bottom of the valley was really inhabited! It was a thatched hut covered by purple vines. At the front end of the house stood a man. He was dressed in a monk's clothes, strong, under his bare head, with round eyes, staring at Feng Junyang all the time.

This is not a good master, wearing a monk's clothes but showing fierce eyes! Feng Junyang's scalp was numb, and his bald eyes were poisonous, as if he was going to burn himself.

"To no result, this is a friend I know." Qing Lingzi said gently, "I'll visit you by the way."

"Visit?" Wuguo stared angrily, "You bring some more people of unknown origin, and I'll throw you out!"

"What about my two disciples?" Qing Lingzi suddenly asked anxiously.

"They are talking in trouble, and I threw them out!"

"Ah!" Qing Lingzi was shocked, "Where did you throw it?"

"I don't know!" Innoidang, "Qing Lingzi, don't come here in the future. Get out now!"

"Taoist priest, you are so strange..." Feng Junyang whispered.

Unexpectedly, this thin sentence like a mosquito fly was heard clearly. He just turned around to enter the thatched hut, which immediately angered him. He suddenly turned around and roared, "What are you talking about? Am I weird?"

"If you are fruitless, calm your anger." Qing Lingzi hurriedly said, "Young descendants talk casually, don't take it seriously. Let's go now."

"You can go as soon as you go! This boy stays!" He said angrily, "No one has dared to talk about me for so many years! What's your name!"

"You, a retreat monk, are angry and rough at any time. When will you achieve the right result?" Feng Junyang said boldly, thinking that he had been angry, and it was useless for Qing Lingzi to beg for mercy. It was better to fight hard.

"Feng Junyang, it's over..." Qing Lingzi suddenly said in panic, "Let's go! After I break it for you..."

But it's too late. Inoue's broad body stood in front of the handsome, his eyebrows were tight and his eyes were round, and his messy beard trembled and said, "Who do you think is the monk?"

"Apologize, you can't say those two words!" Qing Lingzi reminded behind his back.

"You are dressed in monk clothes and bald. Aren't you a monk or a Taoist priest?" Feng Junyang is unconvinced. Why do you apologize if you didn't say anything wrong?

"You're completely finished." Qing Lingzi is extremely desperate, "Insurable Tianzun, please don't throw you on the stone..."

Before the words fell, the fruitless iron arm-like hand raised Feng Junyang high. He roared and ran far away before shouting and throwing Feng Junyang high, like a kite!

Qing Lingzi followed in panic. Seeing Feng Junyang being lifted and tossed, he was helpless. By the time he ran closer, Feng Junyang had stood up. Fortunately, he was thrown on a vine.

Inconclusively, he still refused to give up. He grabbed his collar and lifted it up. Feng Junyang only felt that he had been lifted up lightly! How can Qing Lingzi bring himself to see such a strange man? If the two words are wrong, it can cause murder!

This time, he did not drop him in vain. He hung Feng Junyang in the air and looked at the ground in a daze. Feng Junyang heard him mutter: "Chasing the moon, chasing the moon?"

Feng Junyang is puzzled. Where is the pursuit of the moon? Inno, he put him down and pointed to the vine on the ground and asked, "Is this yours?"

At a glance, it turned out that the portrait of chasing the moon he put on his body fell from his body and scattered on the vine.

"It's mine."

"Who are you?" He looked at him confusedly and walked around him, "Who are you from the Mei family?"

"How do you know Chasing the Moon?" Feng Junyang asked him back.

"Who are you?" He asked repeatedly in no result.

Qing Lingzi saw the fruitless release of Feng Junyang, and the stone fell to the ground in his heart, but the two talked around a portrait, which surprised him.

"To no results, how do you know Chasing the Moon?"

"Tell me where to chase the moon?" Wuguo shook his handsome shoulders and said impatiently.

"Then who are you?" Feng Junyang forced to ask. This person is in such a hurry to chase the moon must be the Mei family!

"Are you the Mei family?" Qing Lingzi was shocked!

"No! I'm not Mei's family. An fruitless hysterical roar.

"Then who are you? How did the Mei family know the second Miss of the Mei family? Feng Junyang pressed forward step by step.

"I..." He lowered his head and muttered, "I'm... Xie Lianqi."

"Xie Lianlia? Are you a ghostly apprentice?" This time it was Feng Junyang's turn to be shocked. Didn't Xie Lianqi burn to death for attending a birthday banquet at Jinmei Villa on the evening of August 15th?

Another living person came out of Jinmei Villa?