Thanks to the thousands of demons lurking in Huizhou, Chang Xi and Qing Xuan had to give up the idea of ​​controlling swords and rushing on their way too conspicuously and instead rely on their body skills to rush on their way.

For safety reasons, just in case of safety, we headed five thousand miles west, and three points of strength were used to rush the road, leaving seven points of strength to prevent the enemy from attacking. Chang Xi roughly estimated that it would take at least five days to arrive at their speed.

After leaving Qingyun, Qingxuan is like a canary who has taken out of the cage, enjoying this feeling of freedom. She abandons the usual cold and gorgeous mask as if she is thorny roses, in fact, she is a straightforward and lively girl. After all, there is no wind and she does not yearn for freedom.

She was particularly agile and walked and stopped all the way, and was so happy to travel around the mountains and rivers. In her eyes, the steep land that ordinary people could not reach in their lives was just a light work of kicking a lotus feet. The edges of the cloud cliffs, the Qing Lake, and even the top of the governor's office, which was in charge of the power of a state in the mortal world, were filled with her graceful voices and shadows as beautiful as the wind.

Perhaps because he was tired of playing, he wanted to ride a horse, but Chang Xi could not withstand Qing Xuan's stubbornness. He had to get two horses when passing by a big city. They rode their horses one by one and one behind and one by one through the mountains in the forest. The heartless Qing Xuan tried to bless a small wind technique to the horses under their crotch, and the effect was unexpectedly good. The two horses felt as light as swallows, as if there was no one sitting on their bodies. At that moment, they neighed happily, with Qingxuan's silver bell-like laughter and Chang Xi's helpless face, they spread their four hooves and galloped away.

Qingxuan is not very good at riding a horse, but how can this make her stubbornly possessed by Feng Ling?

The lotus feet are stepping on the stirrups, holding the reins with one hand, and holding the gentle breeze with the other. The wind surrounding her body gently lifts her waist off the horse's back, and it won't be difficult.

But once he raised his waist, the white silk underwear that could only barely cover the legs could no longer hide the delicate white petals under his waist, which swayed with the horse under his crotch. After watching the same beautiful scenery for several days, Chang Xi had already entered a state of meditation like an old monk. But he sighed helplessly in his heart. He could not help but peep around after following Qingxuan like this. He could only smile bitterly and patted the horse's neck, and accelerated to Qingxuan.

Looking at the crazy black clothes that suddenly floated in front of her, Qingxuan was stunned and then quickly reacted. Her pretty face turned slightly red, and she spat lightly, but she felt that the figure running in front of her was more pleasing to her eyes.

The fog gradually grew and it cooled slightly at night. Comparing the location of the map below, Qingxuan pointed to a dark place on the opposite hill and said: "It should be a temple view about a mile ahead, so we can go there to rest tonight."

Between the two hills was a mountain stream ten feet wide, and even the best BMW in the world could not leap over. The two turned over and got off the horse, and had to release the horse and flew across the stream by themselves. The two horses seemed to like Qingxuan very much, and used their heads to arch Qingxuan's arms and arched again and again, and were very reluctant to leave. Watching these two best masters they had met in their lives, they leaped gently across the mountain stream and disappeared from their sight. The horses neighed gently towards the opposite hill, as if they were saying goodbye, and finally they depended on each other and disappeared into the darkness.

Although the mountain is damp and dark, it does not affect the two of them. They slowly move up the winding mountain path. During the practice, people are full of energy and blood, and their eyesight is very strong, not to mention that Qingxuan is surrounded by spiritual wind, and the ordinary cold wind cannot invade one foot in front of her.

The temple is deserted and looks a bit dilapidated.

Compared to darkness, no one would reject the light. Qingxuan's jade fingers walked around twice. The fallen leaves and branches piled up in front of the temple were immediately rolled up by the wind to make a pile of them, and he rushed towards Chang Xi. Chang Xi understood it and patted the storage bag and took out two flints to squat. In a short while, the pile of dead leaves ignited a fire, dispelling the darkness in the courtyard.

It was not beautiful to run around for a day without food. Chang Xi jumped into the dense forest and caught a few pheasants and hares in just half a cup of tea. Just as Chang Xi was trying to find a mountain spring to clean it, she was stopped by Qingxuan.

"Look at me!"

Qingxuan was eager to try it. The wind gathered at his fingertips to form an invisible blade. The intestines were cleverly compressed into a ball by the strong wind and did not overflow at all. The green jade fingers were like flying spirit butterflies, and the skin, fur, and flesh coefficients of the pheasant and hare were separated in just a few fingers. The extremely agile sword dance track even Chang Xi, who was concentrating on his mind, sighed.

With pearls and jade in front, how could Chang Xi be the sweet wood behind? The exquisite cooking skills that have been tempered for thousands of days and nights have been fully demonstrated by Chang Xi. The burnt yellow grilled chicken and grilled rabbit skewers sprinkled with salt and cumin on the branches, and the seductive golden grease dripped in the bonfire, bursting out an unimaginable wonderful fragrance. Qingxuan stood beside Chang Xi, swallowing saliva and her stomach were croaking, making Chang Xi laugh so hard that she fell back and forth, causing the two to have a lot of fighting.

The firewood crackled, and the two of them suddenly stopped fighting and looked at the dark mountain road leading directly to the foot of the mountain outside the temple. There was a hidden fire light approaching here quickly, and there were gradually becoming noisy voices.

Chang Xi glanced at the white silk underwear that was shaking in front of her, which was shining by the bonfire and turned her eyebrows helplessly and said, "Everyone said that I should wear more clothes. I have good concentration, but it does not mean that other men have good concentration."

Qingxuan only looked up and stopped caring about it. She focused on the skewers that were roasted until fragrant by the campfire, and said indifferently: "Someone can't wait to come and see me, a weak woman, how can I stop you?"

"If you are a weak woman, wouldn't the other disciples of Qingyun Peak jump off the cliff in shame and anger?" Chang Xi was muttering in his heart, the firelight and dense footsteps in front of the temple were already coming.

Dozens of strong men rushed into the temple in a swarm, and the dilapidated and depressed courtyard was suddenly overcrowded.

After half a day after the autumn wind, they accidentally saw a man and a woman galloping in the forest from afar. The horses under the crotch were really windy under the hooves and ran so fast. Such a peerless BMW was worth less than a hundred gold, and if it was higher, they would not dare to think about it. If these two BMWs were obtained, would the brothers still have to hide and rob the house all day long?

Most of the bandits were blood-stained from the knife. They claimed that they were numerous, so how could they take this mere man and woman seriously? They couldn't catch up with the two Baojuns, but they calculated the landing place of the two. They hurried to this temple and blocked the two of them.

The bandits held up the torches and couldn't find the two imagined Baojuns for a while. Everyone looked at the two figures standing and squatting by the bonfire in the courtyard, but each of them widened their eyes and swallowed their saliva at the same time.

The young man who was half-squatting in front of the campfire and fiddling with barbecue must have been from a wealthy family. The soft and golden black robe with no pleats looked like silk, and there was no reflection in the fire. Looking at his white face, he knew that he was a cowardly soft egg who could not bear any hardship. He tied it and chopped off half of his fingers and didn't worry about not being able to get a big ransom.

It was the young man's turn to be a graceful girl. The bandits standing behind the temple gate had already stared red with their eyes, and they were pushing like crazy. Have they ever seen such a woman in their lives? The pretty figure that could be squeezed out with just one pinch is really amazing. The breasts on their chests and the plump and perky under their slender waists formed a curve that makes people burn in desire. On the smooth and flat belly, two mermaid lines penetrated deep into the fig leaf under the lower abdomen, which was not as big as their palms. A pair of slender and beautiful legs like flawless white jade flashed with an attractive luster in the firelight, and their calves were tight and closed without leaving any gaps. They were actually young?

This kind of beauty like a fairy descending to the earth is in front of you, who can still hold back? The boss standing in front of you is as strong as a cow's breath. Behind you, a group of red-eyed bandits pounced on Qingxuan, who was so weak and helpless in their eyes, as the boss was like a hungry wolf.

"You...you wait...don't!"

Behind dozens of crazy bandits, there was a thin boy who was caught by them as a coolie. He shouted anxiously, trying to hold a bandit beside him who was usually kind to him, but was overthrown to the ground with a palm. The bandit breathed heavily and rushed towards the woman with red eyes, for fear that it would not taste it if it was too slow.

He suddenly felt very cold.

Why didn't the young man in the temple raise his head when facing dozens of cruel bandits? Why did the fairy sister, who was as beautiful as a fairy, still so calm? Didn't anyone hear the sound of the spikes being unsheathed in the fire?

"Master, why don't you feel scared?"
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