The sound of water rumbled, the white foam rolled, but Gai Qing's eyes slowly shrank.

Wuji has not emerged, as if he has disappeared out of thin air.

Gai Qing slowly pulled out the long sword around her waist, her arm slightly back, and her sword pointed to the ground. He slowly turned his neck and looked around. His neck was thin and long, and he easily turned half a circle, and then slowly turned to another direction.

Front, back, left and right, full of sight.

There is nothing.

Finally, he turned his gaze to the pool and looked carefully. In the splashing water, he saw a piece of rag drifting with the waves. He slowly raised his head and looked at the blue-black stone wall behind the waterfall.

It was dark there, as if there was a beast hiding, but there was nothing.

Gai Qing's wrist trembled lightly, and the tip of the sword hit the stone under his feet, making a tinging sound. Although the sound was not very loud, it was like a sharp sword, passing through the water curtain. Even if the sound of the waterfall was like a bell, it could not be covered.

Behind the waterfall, Wuji covered his bloody forehead and looked at the old man and the young man in front of him. He opened his mouth several times, but couldn't say a word.

He didn't know how he survived. He only knew to wipe away the water droplets on his face. When he opened his eyes, there was a blurred figure in front of him. When he adapted to the light in the cave, he could not determine whether these two people were the two people he was chasing.

The old man was still the same old man, still taciturn, like a stone. But his eyes became clear and vivid, as if it was a sharp knife that pierced people's hearts.

The boy... seemed to be that beautiful boy, but his appearance changed. He was still as beautiful as a woman, but he was a little embarrassed. His eyebrows seemed to be melted by water, and a light black trace of water flowed along his cheeks, looking a little weird. But what was even more strange was that his neck, a piece of skin peeled off, swaying around his neck, without a trace of blood. Because of the angle, Wuji couldn't see any difference under the skin.

The boy was soaked all over and his clothes were pressed against his body. Judging from his vague body shape, Wuji felt that he was neither male nor female.

Is it a woman dressed as a man or a sissy?

Even Wuji couldn't explain why at this time, he still had leisure and Yizhi to care about this issue.

The boy was uncomfortable when he saw him, so he glared at him fiercely, stretched out a finger, pointed to his nose, and his lips moved, as if he was scolding him. As for what he scolded him, Wuji couldn't guess. He just thought the boy's lips were quite sexy, his fingers were quite beautiful, white, thin and long. Unfortunately, these were not enough to make him judge the gender of the boy.

"Dingding! Dingding!" A crisp sound came from outside. The boy looked shaky and moved, and he was about to rush out.

The old man stretched out his hand, pressed his shoulder, and shook his head silently. The boy had no choice but to sit back and glared at Wuji again. Wuji grinned, wanted to smile, but pulled the wound and grinned in pain. He rolled down the road, although he was not dead, he was still injured. He felt that his bones were falling into pieces, and he was heartbreaking when he moved. Seeing that his eyebrows and eyes moved, the boy felt a little unbearable and stretched out his finger and poked him twice.

Wuji suddenly felt a warm current pouring into his body, and the pain in his body became a little lighter in an instant. He let out a gentle breath. As soon as his mouth was opened, he was covered by the boy. The boy covered his mouth with one hand, raised a finger with the other hand, blocked his lips, and pointed outside, indicating that he would not make a sound.

Wuji understood and nodded repeatedly.

The old man who had been sitting beside him with his head down suddenly raised his head, looked at Wuji, put his hand into his arms, took out the silver medal, and stared at Wuji. Wuji grinned helplessly. "Do you understand?" An old voice sounded. Wuji was shocked and looked at the old man instinctively. The young man didn't allow him to speak. Why was the old man so loud? Aren't he afraid of being discovered by people outside? Soon, he discovered that the old man did not speak because his mouth had not moved.

"Don't be nervous, I'm communicating with you with my thoughts." The old man stared at Wuji and smiled slightly. Then his face twitched, he clenched his fists, and blocked his mouth with force. His pale face turned red, as if he could drip bleeding. It took him a long time to calm down.

Communication with thoughts? Wuji was stunned for a while, and finally returned to calmness. He blinked his eyes and looked at the old man. He didn't have such a high-level technique in communication with thoughts.

"Just just recite silently in your mind. Without saying it, I can sense it." The old man's voice sounded again. This time, Wuji noticed the subtle difference. This voice did only appear in his mind, and there was no echo as if he said it.

Wuji calmed down and told the old man the secret he had learned from the silver medal. The old man's eyes flashed, and there was a little more surprise in his eyes. He turned his hand to hand the silver medal to the young man. The two looked at each other, and then the young man smiled, a hint of pride flashed in his eyes, and then glanced at Wuji intentionally or unintentionally. Wuji didn't know what puzzle they were going to play, but he obviously felt that the atmosphere was not as heavy as before.

"Dingding!" A few more sounds outside.

Wuji looked outward, and through the water curtain, he saw a blurry figure. He thought of the heron, then Zhao Hu and the others, and quickly told the old man with a silent remark: There were pursuers behind him, including Zhao Hu and his good friend Du Yu, a young man in dog life.

The old man frowned, as if he had finally figured out some difficult problem. He asked with his mind: "Can you still stand up? We need your help, the man outside is a master."

Wuji tried it, and although it hurt a lot, he could barely stand up.

The old man pointed to the entrance of the cave and signaled him to go out. Although Wuji didn't understand very well, he still stood up. Obviously, these two people hid here first, and he was later, and without their help, he would have fallen to death. When he went out at this time, even if he was killed by the heron, he would have no regrets. He moved out step by step. Although it was only a few steps and he tried his best to control it, he was still sweating profusely and couldn't help but groan.

The waterfall sounded like a "slam" and a sword light pierced through the water curtain, and instantly came to him and pointed directly at his throat.

Wuji widened his eyes, but could not move, and watched the sword tip pierce.

A hand slapped his shoulder, and a gentle force pushed him aside, then quickly stretched out with the long sword. With a "bang", Gai Qing, who had just entered the hole, flew backwards, broke through the water curtain again, and disappeared outside the hole.

All of this was as fast as lightning. Wuji didn't even see what was going on, and the outcome was decided. He felt that a flash in front of him and the boy disappeared. Two "bang" sounds outside the cave, followed by a sharp roar, and quickly disappeared. Wuji opened his mouth wide. Just as he was about to ask, the boy rushed in again, lifted Wuji with one hand and the old man with the other, turned around and flew out of the cave, and ran down the hillside. He was as quick as a leopard, leaping lightly among the rocks, and was many times more beautiful than Wuji's rolling and crawling.

On the hillside, Zhao Hu, Du Yu and others showed their figures.

In the valley, a heron circled in the air, making a shrill cry.

In the sky, a brilliant firework was blooming, turning into a huge black hawk that would last for a long time.

Wuji looked at everything in front of him and was stunned. He wanted to say something, but was dizzy and swollen by the boy's jumping, his breath was uneven, and he couldn't say a word.

He saw a dark green rushing towards his face, and then the darkness on his head became dark again in front of him.
Chapter completed!