Shiqiaoyu is a place of residence of the Yu people for generations. In the depths of the mountains, it was enveloped by enchantments for thousands of years. Although the enchantment shattered for thirteen years, it was still deserted there.

After walking through the most remote mountain village, the remaining roads were all mountain roads. Rong Xian walked for three days and bypassed the two hills.

When the light faded and the earth returned to darkness, a cold light slowly radiated the light and illuminated the way forward.

Rong Xian looked up at Yuanyue, looking at the last hill.

Over there, you reached Shiqiaoyu.

She breathed a sigh of relief, picked up some dead branches, and lit a fire.

Rong Xian leaned against the tree and roasted the fire, biting the wild fruit picked from the tree, not to mention, it tasted good.

On a tree not far away, Ling Jun said curiously, "Wood, the mountains are so cold, why do you say that Doctor Rong must run to find sin?"

Lu Yuan closed his eyes and remained silent.

"I thought she was collecting medicine, but the medicines she encountered along the way were scattered to those patients by her. What do you think she continued to walk in?"

Lu Yuan's ears moved and remained silent.

Ling Juncong's attention was on Rong Xian. He stared at her without blinking, but the words in his mouth were spoken to Landing Far.

"All monks are looking for her. Do you say she is afraid she's dead, so find a place to hide? But that's no use. For the monks, it's just a few hills, and it's just a moment to drive a flying sword. Ling Jun never felt like he was scratched again and again by the kitten's paw. He was really curious about Rong Xian's purpose.

Lu Yuan finally couldn't bear the noise of this person, and said coldly, "If you want to know, ask me."

Ling Jun blinked, a little puzzled by this man's sudden temper, and secretly muttered the mood of the wood.

Suddenly, Lu Yuan stretched his body tightly and looked distantly away.

Ling Jun noticed his change from the first time, his face was sloppy with a smile on his face, and his body was quickly vigilant. His mouth was reluctant to say: "Really, it is not worrying at night. "

Sitting by the fire, Rong Xian didn't seem to find anything, and felt the flames became smaller. She added the dead branches on the side.

Sprinkle a little powder on the fingertips without any traces.

The faint Qingyan spread around Rong Xian as the center, and without everyone paying attention, Qingyan permeated the whole mountain with lightning.

At first no one noticed it. After all, it was just ordinary smoke, but between a few breaths, the green smoke was like a dense fog, completely blocking everyone's sight. When they wanted to use the godly knowledge, they were shocked to find that the godly knowledge was actually Impervious to this green smoke.

"No, there is a problem with this smoke." In the thick fog, a monk reacted and shouted quickly.

Before he thought of a way, a sound of '咚咚咚' 's body colliding with the land sounded.

The man hurried toward the voice, but was tripped by something lying on the ground.

He looked back subconsciously and found out that this turned out to be the person who came to Rong Xian with him. His face changed, and he examined his companions carefully, and found that the man was just asleep, and there was no damage to his body or spirit, but he could not wake up.

Slowly, the man felt that his eyelids were a little heavy, and the heavy drowsiness struck him, so that he was pulled into the darkness without resistance at all.

A slight shallow breath sounded, and the dense mist was slowly blown away by the mountain peaks.

A sound of footsteps slowly approached, and a graceful figure came out of the mist. She looked down at the sleeping monks on the ground, her lips curled up, and her smile mingling.

Then she said with a sad heart: "This monk is really not as good as a generation now. There is no alertness at all. How can Xiao Qianjie be carried forward?"

When Ling Jun and Lu Yuan heard this, they stared at the dog.

Before waiting for their thoughts to come out, she saw Rong Xian she politely crossed these monks, her hands were wrapped in sleeves, and by the light of the moon, she slowly walked towards the destination.

A big tree not covered by green smoke, Jun Jun smashed his mouth, wiped his cold sweat and said, "Do we really need to protect Rong Xian?"

Lu Yuan: "..."

Lingjun collapsed, "Look, dozens of monks, a few breaths have all collapsed. Such a cruel person really needs our protection?"

Lu Yuan said hardly: "She is just an ordinary doctor."

Ling Jun shouted, "She is a doctor who can knock down monks."

Lu Yuan worked hard to make an excuse for Dr. Rong, who is pure and perfect: "But she is worried about the world."

"Was she a mortal, right?" Lingjun Congmu said with a face.

Lu Yuan was speechless and could only turn around and chase toward Rong Xian.

Ling Jun looked down at the monk who was snoring on the ground, wiped his face, his eyes were full of dignity, and he could apply medicine without being aware of it. Rong Xian was indeed worthy of her unparalleled medical skill that day.

Fortunately, Rong Xian's kindness of heart, if a wicked person has such means, wouldn't it be a world change.

"Stay there, keep up." The calm voice was heard in the night wind.

Lingjun's face changed instantly, and he became the hippie smile: "Here it is."

The sky was bright, and Rong Xian finally reached the last hill.

At this moment, the group of monks lying on the ground frozen for a night finally woke up, one by one, and each other looked at each other for a long while, then left quickly, as if they were reporting to the people behind them.

Rong Xian had already embarked on the last hill at this moment. She looked down at the village of Xiao Suo at the foot of the mountain. Her expression gradually became heavy. Facing the sun, she could feel a cold breath in her body.

On the fourth day, tomorrow is the last day. After tomorrow, Zhuohua cannot suppress the sun.

Taking advantage of this time, she should do something she can do.

Rong Xian glanced at the woods and bushes halfway up the mountain, and walked non-stop toward the hillside, came to the halfwayside, she rolled up her sleeves, went forward and bent over to pick wild wild chrysanthemums in the mountains, red roses, purple Mimosa.

She did not fold the flowers directly, but instead dug them all out, carefully protecting their rhizomes with mud, and then happily hugged the flowers and continued down the mountain, not minding that her clothes were stained with mud.

After half an hour, she finally came down to the mountain and came to this once-living village-a place where the Yu people lived in seclusion for generations.

Rong Xian's pace slowed down a lot, she walked around a deserted house and came to the training ground.

Thirteen years ago, Lianwuchang had become a burial ground for the Yu clan.

The bulging tombs do not make people feel horrible, because the flowers around the tombs are full of all kinds of flowers, which looks extraordinarily warm.