"Bang~" sounded, Fan Qinghui let the tiger soul fall into the mud, treating this peerless magic weapon that was enough to make all the warriors in the world who were willing to pay any price as a broken wooden stick. He even lacked the interest of looking at it for a long time. He just hurriedly raised his hands and pointed his fingers and instantly sealed seven or eight acupoints on the little prince's body, which could stop bleeding and relieve pain. Yang Zhao breathed a long sigh, and his tightly kneaded eyebrows slightly relaxed. But the muscles on his cheeks still couldn't help but twitched slightly. The method of clicking acupoints to stop bleeding could only be rescued for a while. He was seriously injured and could no longer use his true energy to avoid the cold. In addition to losing too much blood, he felt like he fell into an ice cave, which was really unbearable. He took a deep breath, raised his spirits, and said softly: "Qinghui, first... find a place... avoid..."

Fan Qinghui woke up with "Ah~" and immediately hugged Yang Zhaoheng and walked away. Yang Zhao thought to himself that I was a big man, but I was actually a "princess hugged" by a girl. If it was spread, I would really laugh to death. Helplessly, now I couldn't even lift up half of my strength, so I couldn't get up and walk at all, but I couldn't help but smile bitterly. I suddenly remembered something and said hard: "Wait... for a moment. Take... Hu Soo... back."

Fan Qinghui was stunned and said softly: "The tiger soul is a vicious and evil thing. It's better to throw it in this barren mountain. It's also a waste of killing again."

"No. Hu Po is...my father...father's...can't...lose..." Yang Zhao shook his head vigorously, and his tone was very persistent. From a big perspective, after Hu Po absorbed Yang Guang's soul, on the spiritual level, it has become the incarnation of Yang Guang's consciousness, which cannot be discarded no matter what. From a small perspective, he is seriously injured and has lost all his martial arts. From the sound of breathing, Fan Qinghui's internal strength is also very serious. If he meets a

Any accident, if there is a tiger soul to defend itself, the safety factor can be greater. Fan Qinghui didn't understand what he intended, but he was so happy to meet Yang Zhao again. Although he still subconsciously did not like the peerless sword of Hu Po, he was unwilling to go against his lover's wishes. He agreed immediately, turned around and picked up Hu Po from the mud again, and put it on his belt and carried it on his back, hugging Yang Zhao with both hands, and trekking forward in the heavy rain.

The heavy rain in summer comes and goes faster. But about half an hour later, the rain has stopped. However, the heavy dark clouds are still pressing on the head, covering the bright moon and starlight. On the earth, there are still no five fingers. Fan Qinghui is outstanding in martial arts, and he has the ability of Xutang to live a white life, so he can barely see the road clearly without fear of falling. However, with a living person weighing about a hundred pounds in his hand, and the darkness is also dark, she dares not use her light skills to run with all her strength, for fear that if the little prince is knocked out, the wound in front of her chest will be shaken and bleeding again. Therefore, even a master who is a master in the world can only struggle step by step in the mud like ordinary people. The immortal spirit that is beyond the world and does not eat the fireworks of the world is now completely clear from her, and there is no left.

However, Yang Zhao looked up and felt that Fan Qinghui, who was covered in mud and water, seemed as embarrassed as before, was more adorable and friendly than the "fairy". For a moment, he stared at each other blankly, and returned to the days when the two of them were dependent on each other at the foot of Lingyun Mountain. The tenderness in their hearts arose, as if they had forgotten the pain on their bodies.

Fan Qinghui did not notice Yang Zhao's gaze. Although the rain stopped, the little prince's injury was really shocking. She felt a faint pain in her heart, which was thousands of times more painful than her own injury. The most urgent task was to find a dry place to cook and bandage the wound as soon as possible, and then use true energy to regulate the meridians and the Wumen. The descendants of Jingzhai walked around the world, and although they were respected everywhere, they would inevitably encounter such a time like this in the desert like this night, so the relevant experience was quite rich. Seeing that there seemed to be a small hill in the southeast corner, she immediately took the little prince over and walked over to the top of the mountain.

As he climbed up to the heights, his vision became much wider. Fan Qinghui looked up with his eyes and saw that there was darkness everywhere in the southeast, northwest, under the sky, and above the earth. However, if you look carefully, you can see that there were two or three lights illuminated after the valley in the southwest corner. The distance was too far, and I couldn't see clearly whether it was the lights lit by people in the mountains, but at least there was always hope. She sighed slightly in her heart and smiled at Yang Zhao, "Azhao, it seems that there is someone there. Let's go there now. If you bear it, you will be able to rest soon."

Yang Zhao was stabbed by Yang Xuangan as his chest and felt cold. Although he was lucky enough to not hurt his heart and lungs, he was not a joke. In fact, he did not faint again. It was already a small miracle. How could he have the strength to speak? He could only smile reluctantly and move his fingers on Fan Qinghui's shoulders slightly to express encouragement. Fan Qinghui also smiled, then gritted his teeth, looked at the direction, climbed down the hill first, and then walked towards the place where he saw light just now.

It is well said, "Looking at the mountain and running to death." From the perspective of the mountain, the lights seem to be not far from me. In fact, I know that the actual distance is definitely at least seven or eight times larger than the straight line distance. After the heavy rain, the ground is muddy, and it is even more difficult to walk. But this hard work is nothing for Fan Qinghui. What she is most worried about is that once she reaches the ground, she finds that there is no one at all, and she wasted a lot of time and effort, and delayed the healing of the little prince.

Fortunately, this worst result did not exist. After turning two valleys, I suddenly realized that there was a flat ground at the foot of the mountain in front of me. A Taoist temple stood on the mountain. Although it was not large in size, it was still neat. The light I saw on the mountain just now was the lantern hanging under the eaves of the Taoist temple. When I walked closer, I looked carefully. Under the light, the plaque had three big words "Longyang Temple". When I looked at the copper ring handle on the door, it looked as bright as a new look. It was obvious that the sun was

Some people also used it on the sun. Fan Qinghui was excited and said happily: "Azhao, look, it's a Taoist temple. It's great." Without waiting for his answer, he couldn't wait to step forward and hold the copper ring, knocked it hard a few times, and said with a breath: "Is there anyone? Is there anyone inside?" After the rain in the mountains, it was a quiet night again. The sound of these two questions was heard from afar, and even if they were several miles away, they could hear it. As long as the Taoist priests in the temple were not deaf, they should have a reaction no matter what.

Sure enough, in just a while, there were footsteps coming from the door wall. Someone raised his throat and asked slowly, "Who?" Then, "Squeaking~" sounded, and the Taoist temple door opened halfway. Under the light, two young Taoist boys with red lips, white teeth, clear eyebrows and beautiful eyes behind the door. Each of them picked up lanterns and stood there. There was a middle-aged feather in the middle. Look at his appearance, he looked quite good.

It was a bit fairy-like and a pity that he had a triangular eye, which was a bit destructive. Fan Qinghui breathed a sigh of relief and said softly: "It's really rude to disturb us late at night. If it weren't for the unscrupulousness, the little woman wouldn't dare to come to harass her. We two brothers wanted to go to Luoyang to visit relatives and friends, but unfortunately we met a robber. My brother was seriously injured because of this. I hope the Taoist priest will be kind and take us in for a few days. The little woman will be grateful for the rest of her life."

Fan Qinghui claimed that he was a sibling and Yang Zhao, which was a last resort. After all, Yang Zhao was only seventeen years old this year. If he had been wearing a full dress and sat in the middle of the Henan Daoxingtai Shangshu Office, or he was wearing a helmet and armor to stand in front of the military camp as the "Prince Kingdom, and the General of the Left Guard", he was full of dignity and mightyness, and he would naturally forget his original age. But now the little prince was seriously injured and had a pale face. It seemed that under the light, he was just an ordinary boy. And Fan Qinghui would be ** years older than him no matter how he said that he was a brother and sister, no one would believe it.

The Taoist priest opened the door and saw that it was a woman, and he felt a little unhappy in his eyebrows. When he looked closely, he saw that the woman described as a embarrassed woman, but her beauty was something he had never heard of in his life, and he faintly showed a little disgust. However, in the blink of an eye, his eyes turned to Yang Zhao, but he couldn't help but be stunned, and then he was happy. Yang Zhao's clothes were almost burned out when he was urging Dari Fire Dragon and Yang Xuangan to fight to the death. Now he was only barely wearing pants to cover up his shame. Although he was injured, he was a martial artist after all, with a strong figure and a masculine outline.

After the Taoist priest looked at it, a greedy light suddenly appeared in his eyes, and the corners of his mouth almost drooled saliva. He shuddered, came to his senses, and smiled and said, "The female donor is so serious. When he goes out, he has three disasters and eight difficulties. Sometimes it is inevitable. Monks are compassionate and will naturally not refuse to save him. Please come in, please come in." But the remaining half of the door was also opened.

Fan Qinghui was anxious to treat the little prince's injuries, and the Taoist priest was very kind in his words, so he didn't expect it to be. He thanked him and hugged Yang Zhao into the door. On the contrary, although the little prince's body was weak, his mind was still awake. The expression of the Taoist priest's eyebrows could not escape his eyes. In his previous life, he read books on the Internet and had read many harem heroines for a while. Once, he was suddenly bored and ran to a literary website called "Jinjiang" to read books. However, he didn't expect that the local committee was really thunderous. Without reading a few books, he was as thunder as a demon and was messy in the wind. He was frightened and immediately fled in panic. Because of his lingering fear, he is now a little sensitive to the special hobbies of some people in certain orientations.

At this time, Yang Zhao didn't know why, but when the Taoist priest's triangular eyes swept over him, he immediately felt a chill. However, under this situation, there was no other choice, so he had to walk. Besides, looking at the Taoist priest's every move, at most he could have some basic martial arts skills. Even his personal soldiers Yang San and Ouyang Si could easily bring him down. Although he was injured, Fan Qinghui's martial arts was still there, and he would not suffer any loss.

The Taoist temple looked not big, but when I walked in, I realized that it was not small. In the center was the main hall dedicated to the Three Qing Dynasties, and behind it was the Taoist priest's own residence. After walking around the Taoist priest along the pebbled path, he saw chrysanthemums planted around him. A row of houses was built next to him. Judging from the appearance, it was a place where the believers who came to burn incense were resting. The Taoist priest took out a bunch of keys and handed them to one of the Taoist priests (but they were called "Shouke", and the other was called "

Zhou Ying’, both are the nicknames of chrysanthemums. It seems that this Taoist loves chrysanthemums very much), and ordered him to open the door. Everyone entered the house, but seeing the decorations in this room were similar to ordinary rich farmers. Although they felt a little vulgar, they were better than clean and spacious. Fan Qinghui fell into the ground with a big rock in his heart, and immediately put Yang Zhao'an on the kang carefully. He turned around and bowed to the Taoist priest as a politeness and said softly: "Little woman, thank you for your kindness. Don't you dare to ask for the Taoist priest's name?"

The triangular Taoist priest stroked the three long beards under his jaw, smiled slightly, and reached out to support him, "Miss, no need to be polite. I call Thunderquanzi, which is the host of this Xiaoguan of Longyang. This place is divided into Taoshan, more than 150 miles away from Luoyang. Although the place is remote, it is still peaceful. The girl and brothers are resting here with peace of mind. After Ling's injuries have improved, I will send someone to Luoyang to report the news. By the way, I don't know where Ling's brother's surname is honored and where is his hometown? Where is the noble relative in Luoyang City?"

Fan Qinghui hesitated a little and replied: "Our surname is Yang, and we are from Xuzhou. Our ancestors also passed down the family through poetry and books. The young woman's family president, and her parents called her eldest sister, and my younger brother's name is Yu. In Luoyang City, my cousin, whose surname is Li, was appointed as an official in the governor's yamen."

However, it was just a mere official, and it was not at all. His relatives were like this. I guess the Yang brothers and sisters were not a family in their family, but there was no need to worry. Thinking of this, the thief had no worries. He smiled and said, "Okay, okay. The girl must be very tired now. I will not disturb you to rest. Later, I ordered someone to send hot water for the two to wash. Although I was not talented, I also studied Qihuang's technique. When I was idle, I also prepared some medicines to regenerate muscles and stop bleeding, and I gave them all to express my feelings." After saying that, I stood up, and with a big sleeve, I took two Taoist boys away, but left one of the lanterns (opening the cover outside the lantern, it was an oil lamp), and covered the door casually.
Chapter completed!