Li Xiumiao fell from the air.

The spiritual energy in the sky gathered towards her head, almost forming a small spiritual tide. The wound she had scratched by the iron-feathered eagle quickly recovered.

Unfortunately, this is useless. It will eventually be thrown into meat pie at a height of 1,000 meters.

Bang!

Li Xiumiao landed firmly.

One of his eyes was black.

The world is gone.

...

I don't know how long it took.

Li Xiumiao opened her eyes.

What comes into view.

It was a burning bonfire.

She is in the cave.

A bonfire is lit outside the cave.

A woman is sitting by a bonfire and grilling a piece of meat.

"It's you?" Li Xiumiao's voice was a little cold, without any joy of surviving the disaster.

"Are you awake? You were basically exhausted when you fell to the ground. I used all the healing techniques to save your life." Zhang Wanru replied with a smile.

"You don't need to save me." Li Xiumiao struggled to sit up, but found that the bones on her body were sticking together. Except for her neck that could twist, her elbows and feet could not move.

"You fell from the sky and your bones were broken. Although the healing spells made your broken bones stick together, they also bonded the joints. You can't move now." Zhang Wanru said with a frown.

"What should I do now?"

"The only way is to go back to the sect, break the bones you united together again, and then slowly recover from the wound and may be able to reconnect the joints." Zhang Wanru replied.

"Hahahaha..." Li Xiumiao burst into laughter.

This is a self-deprecating laugh.

If I had known that I would have died of taking a bite of poisonous mutton, I would have to set fire.

This time, I can't even think about it, but I can't live.

"Go Xun is dead." Li Xiumiao said with a calm expression on his face.

Crack.

In the dark night.

The Mars in the bonfire shook a little.

"How did you die?"

After a long silence, Zhang Wanru asked.

"I was poisoned after drinking and eating meat with you." Li Xiumiao said calmly.

"I didn't poison." Zhang Wanru defended.

"Shu Sanhe, Luo Yun, Wu Tao... were all poisoned to death."

"Dongzi, Wang Tuozi was stabbed to death by a flying sword." Li Xiumiao continued to state in a cold voice.

"I went out halfway through, and there were other people who poisoned them, and they were not killed by me." Zhang Wanru defended again.

"But they are all implicated by you." Li Xiumiao said coldly.

"People are in the world, and they can't help themselves." Zhang Wanru sighed and said.

The two women fell into a silent confrontation.

Li Xiumiao simply stopped talking.

After a moment.

Zhang Wanru picked up a large piece of roasted meat and came to Li Xiumiao.

"Eat something."

Li Xiumiao turned her head to the side.

"This piece of meat was used to catch your iron-feathered eagle. After you were thrown to the ground, the iron-feathered eagle swooped down and wanted to make up for it, but I killed it with my sword."

Li Xiumiao still pursed her lips and still didn't speak or eat.

Looking at the stubborn Li Xiumiao, Zhang Wanru seemed to see herself.

When facing the wild boar demon, I was like Li Xiumiao.

But in the end I've never been stubborn.

"This meat is poisonous." Zhang Wanru suddenly said.

As soon as this statement comes out.

Li Xiumiao bit the barbecue in one bite, tore off a large piece of meat and swallowed it.

The next day.

Rocky desert.

The sun is scorching in the sky.

Zhang Wanru walked in the empty desert with Li Xiumiao on her back.

There are either large pieces of wild stones or piles of gravel under your feet.

Suddenly.

The surrounding environment changes a little.

They broke into a illusion.

Li Xiumiao was thrown to the ground.

The green-carved sword in Zhang Wanru's hand surged so much that it almost instantly cut three flying swords that had attacked her into pieces.

Then Zhang Wanru closed her eyes.

Pinch the sword technique.

The green carved sword lies across the lily, sweeping across the wave.

After a moment.

The illusion array is broken.

Three casual cultivators who sneaked into Zhang Wanru's corpse was already on the spot.

Among them, there were two of them who had good cultivation in the Gang Practice Period, but they did not even make a single turn in Zhang Wanru's hands.

"It's a pity that I didn't kill you like this." Li Xiumiao said with regret.

"I don't die so easily, and you don't die so easily." Zhang Wanru patted Li Xiumiao on the shoulder, carried the woman on her back again, and continued to hike towards Yongzhou.

...

The Hall of True Stomach.

Fushui Pavilion.

A young man with red lips and white teeth sat cross-legged in the courtyard.

His inspiration is as clear as water, as if it is integrated with this leisurely environment.

A blue light fell in front of the open door of the Fushui Pavilion.

The escape light converges.

An old man in blue appeared in his form.

"Uncle Master, this is the latest information from Lingxi Hall." The old man held a scroll in both hands and walked into the courtyard with a respectful look on his face.

The boy with red lips and white teeth opened his eyes, smiled faintly, raised his hand and fell into his hand with a swing.

The boy opened the scroll and looked slowly.

After a moment.

The young man closed the scroll and said in a sentimental tone: "Fu Shui Pavilion, Fu Shui Pavilion... There is a saying that it is difficult to collect the water, but this water still has it... After I took over the body, how long has it been spent in this water Pavilion?"

"Uncle Master, it's been at least seven years." The old man Murong Yifeng replied.

"Seven years." The boy sighed again.

"I originally thought that I would go to Bai Yuan to get revenge after I got my body in, but I didn't expect that he would be so short-lived."

"Uncle Master... The most important thing for us practitioners is to live forever. What is the meaning of grudges, grudges, love and hatred? It cannot resist the fleeting years, and it is just a cup of loess after all."
To be continued...