148 Counterattack III · Protect yourself

"Then let's go."

Fengchuan walked in the front with his sword in his hand, and Yao Ling and Hua followed him deeply. The road in front of us is just the first "flower rain" in the Jiuqu Fairy Path. Although the name is beautiful and the peach blossom forest is very beautiful, it is not so funny. The fragrant wind of the flower rolls floated like rain, but none of the soft petals fell on the three of them.

Fengchuan's footsteps "ka, ka, ka" stepped across the ground, as if he didn't know how to pity the jade at all. Like the breeze gently shaking off the flower shoots, the thin and almost transparent pink petals ride it, as soft as a dragonfly but as fast as lightning. Almost in the blink of an eye, it brushed the blade of the rice sword like a phantom--

The sound of the petals tearing is like a woman's delicate, which is charming to the bone. Yao Ling turned around when he heard the sound, and saw that the broken flower was stained with rouge-like blood stains. In the domineering and ruthless sword spirit of the rice sword, it turned into powder and drifted away with the wind.

The flower... is bleeding. Is it an illusion? Or is it a flower demon?

The distant spirit is on guard, and the swords around his waist are ready to come out of the sheath for the raiding monsters. Although a lot of things happened just now that made her laugh - it was more a series of angry series of things, but now she is in a trap. If it is not a child's temper, Yao Ling will not mind protecting an unarmed subordinate. With her account... It's not too late to double it after getting out of danger!

Yao Ling made up his mind and raised his long eyelashes slightly. The eyes staring at them immediately disappeared behind the flowers. Her thumb was on the top of the sword grid, and the cloud of the flowing cloud sword just circled between her fingers, and she flew deep into the flower without warning--

Fengchuan and Hua Shenshen were shocked. Hua Shen was just hesitant for a moment, and still held the fierce sword firmly in his hand. It's not murderous, but it's too sudden. She frowned and said to Yao Ling, "What do you mean?"

"Can you use a sword?" Yao Ling pulled out the Xuejian and put it in her hand. Her eyes were not on Hua Shenshen at all. She stepped back and only searched carefully above the flower forest. "Protect yourself. I don't have time to take care of you."

"Oh?" Yao Ling's performance made Hua deeply interesting. She clenched the Liuyun sword. I really didn't expect that Yao Ling, a narrow-minded, unreasonable and always jealous person, could do such a move and extend a helping hand to the aggressive enemy? Or, she also saw that Hua Shen was the key help to solve the matter of Wumei. She learned to judge the situation and take into account the overall situation?

What a great progress... Or, she doesn't love Xiao Fengchuan so much that she can imagine?

"Do you want to combine with me?" Hua deeply shrugged her shoulders and held the hilt of the sword in both hands, but it was a gesture of holding a knife. It seemed that she really didn't know how to use a sword...

"Who wants to work with you? I'm asking you to protect yourself and don't hold me back. Yao Ling spoke a little faster, and she noticed that the pink gauze around them had begun to move rapidly. Fengchuan smiled at Yao Ling, and Yao Ling stared, "And you."

Six wisps of pink smoke seemed to be dragging the end of the word "you", ghostly swirling with the wind, surrounding the three people. Peach blossoms hit people. Fengchuan looked at the delicate skin like peach blossoms under the pink veil, and his head was hot for a moment: Is it a flower demon? There is no need to fight now. Isn't Hua Shenshen familiar with all kinds of flowers?

"Hey, these beauties are also yours?" Fengchuan stabbed the flower deep in the shoulder. Hua frowned deeply and said, "These are just low-level spiritual objects pulled by Reiki. They are just a little self-conscious. How can they be compared with my flower elves?"

Yao Ling carefully observed that although these peach blossom spirits are extremely beautiful and have strong spiritual power, they look empty and really don't look like Taoist demons. However, Hua Shen has a great understanding of Hua Ling. She should have a trick to deal with these monsters.

"Ha? Are you not familiar with them? Since it's not yours, I won't show mercy!"

"My flower elves are not so useless that they are bullied by scum like you!"

While talking, the three people stabbed out with their three swords. Seeing that the three peach blossom spirits turned into petals and dissipated with the wind, the remaining three surrounded them without fear. The blood slowly dripped down the edge of the sword dripping down the ground, dyeing a piece of peach blossom red.

Isn't it difficult...

Yaoling knew that time was tight, and he also knew that this trial was just for the junior disciples who had just entered the door of cultivation of immortals. He didn't think much about it. The snow-motivating sword wrapped around his wrist, his index finger was on the sword, and the snowy ice flew around the three people. When he flew back to Yaoling's hands, the whole sword had been dyed dazzling red. The peach blossoms blew away one after another, and the three of them stood quietly for a moment. There were no other flower spirits to attack, so the distant spirits took the lead in moving forward.

The flowers walk deep in the end. She took a sword flower with Liu Yunjian, looked back behind her, and smiled gently, as if she were laughing at the flowers under the dead sword.

"Hey, why don't you keep up?"

Fengchuan found that the flowers were deeply behind, and Fang greeted her. The flowers caught up quickly. Maybe it's because the hands are short, the mouth is soft, and the flowers are quiet all the way, and there is no nonsense. What's more strange is that they rarely meet monsters that can be seen along the way. Until the evening, the three of them walked to the fourth paragraph of the nine songs, "San Yu Xia" and decided to rest in the mountain room for one night and continue to move forward at dawn.

The more you go up the mountain, the colder the climate will be. To the fourth paragraph, it is already an autumn scene of fading grass. The grassy house on the mountainside must also be knotted by those who break through the test. Fengchuan Yao Linghua deeply chose a room, as if it was because he was tired during the day and no one spoke.

"Ah, I've been tired all day, and I can finally rest." Fengchuan naturally took Yao Ling's hand and walked to one of the grassy rooms, but his hand was fiercely thrown away by Yao Ling.

Sure enough... Just now, she lent her sword to Hua Shen was just to take care of the overall situation. She had been angry. She was not only angry with Hua Shen, but also angry with Feng Chuan. She was angry that he made his decision without authorization, that he was domineering and rude, and that he didn't even give her an explanation... Or, most importantly, she was not angry, but suspicious. She has begun to doubt their original, ridiculous "reason to be together".

Those ridiculous questions such as "Is he like this to all girls" are still bothering the distant spirit. She can make a temporary truce with the most annoying person. She can not fool around with the people who disappoint her, but she can't answer her questions. Even the person she expected and doubted can't give her an answer.

"Isn't there exactly three grass-rooms?" Yao Ling pointed faintly with his chin and walked to one of the grassy with his swords. Fengchuan wanted to stop him, but his fingers just opened but put them down. Forget it, let her... calm down.

Calm down? She is not calm. Since entering the Jiuqu Fairy Path, she is calm and close to cold. She is so cold that she can accept whatever answer Fengchuan will give her. But Fengchuan...

He can't say anything! He can only watch Yao Ling angry, sad, disappointed... However, everything has to wait until Wumei is rescued! Damn it! I really don't want to rest. I will go to the Kunlun School immediately. No matter what the trick is, I rushed directly into the Taiyi Palace, pointed the sword at the neck of Yuyang's nose, and asked him to hand over Sister Wumei! All misunderstandings will be solved!

Fengchuan closed his eyes. Maybe this kind of thing can only be thought in the heart. He turned around and said deeply to the flower that was still standing in place, "Good night. See you tomorrow."

But he thought to himself, enjoy tonight's short life, and settle with your account tomorrow!

"She won't live with you. I'll live with you?" Hua Shen stretched out her hand and grabbed Feng Chuan's arm. Fengchuan pushed her away and said harshly, "Go to bed obediently. If you dare not be disobedient, I will throw you back to the next mountain road to feed the grass monster!"

"Hmm." Hua deeply lifted her hair. Seeing that it was late at night, Fengchuan was full of thunderbolts. It was boring to play any more, so she walked to the third grass.

"Bum bang!" Listening to the two doors behind him being closed hard, Fengchuan sighed gently. Why are there so many rooms to choose from? If there are only two rooms, he can cheat Yao Ling into his room.

Fengchuan was listless and entered his own grass house. Obviously, the door was opened casually, but the door panel fell off so uncooperatively. Forget it. Anyway, a shabby house is leaking everywhere, and there is no door. He didn't care about this layer. He walked to the thatched bed, but first carefully pressed the bed board with his hand - fortunately, it was strong. He turned over the bed and was about to lie down with his pillow arm, but he couldn't help sitting up and lying at the window--

You can see the remote spirit from this window. Fengchuan moved lightly for fear of making the broken bed board ring. He leaned under the window and only showed a pair of eyes to quietly look at the distant spirit.

He swallowed his saliva secretly. The moonlight is dark, and you can't see the expression on Yaoling's face. Although it was the usual moonlight, the two of them were close to each other. They wanted to hold her quietly in their arms, watch her smile, and listen to her talk about the fantasy of a little girl, which turned out to be so difficult to do.

The grassy place is very cold and humid. Fengchuan's hand grasped the thatch on his bed. He knew that Yao Ling was afraid of cold, black and tide. Obviously, he was a person who had experienced a lot of battles, but he was more delicate than everyone's boudoir. He also knows that when Yaoling is sad, he will only be more sad if he stays alone. But he can't be with her. Feng Chuan also knew that Yao Ling would not accept any concern from her until he got the "explanation".

Fengchuan can only look at the distant spirit silently now. If you can't make her happy, at least you can be sad with her.

It's been a long time. The distant spirit sat quietly in **, but he hadn't slept yet. She has been in a daze, holding her knees and not moving. After the moon passed, Yao Ling moved her body. Just when Fengchuan thought that Yao Ling was going to lie down and rest, she suddenly pulled it out of her waist--

That slender snow light. Snow sword?

Fengchuan grasped the window lattice and lay by the window. He stared at Yao Ling, who just stared at the snow-snow sword and looked at both sides of the sword over and over again many times. Her eyes were as if she had never seen this sword before. No, it was like completely forgetting it from these glances...

Fengchuan was shocked. What is she doing with her sword at this time? Why does she look at the sword with such eyes? Does she want to...