She floated in the air for no reason until the surrounding scenery changed from the cold snowfield to the wet dense forest. Chen Xiang came back from the shock and lost consciousness. Di Zhong put her down casually. The body of the Divine Schizophrenic Art still felt the previous severe pain still permeating little bit, making him hold his heart and barely maintain his consciousness. She hurriedly stepped forward to support her, but her hand penetrated directly again, and could only stand helplessly and burst into tears.

"Sorry..." Di Zhong only thought that what happened on the Fudi Island of Dongtian just now made her sad, and he felt inexplicably sad. "I actually noticed the abnormality of Shura bones, but unfortunately I was still one step late. If it were a little earlier, the tragedy might not have happened."

"It's not your business." Chen Xiang replied in a low voice, holding back his crying voice and did not dare to look up at him. Di Zhong sighed and signaled her to sit down and rest first. Her eyes were slightly dissipated, and she murmured, "Are your family and friends... all on that island?"

Chen Xiang carefully leaned against him, always feeling that this body that was not warm at all, which was as warm as a human or a ghost, could make her feel at trepidated and safe. She snatched her hands, with a shy expression, and replied in a low voice: "I have no family and friends. The disciples in the Priests' Hall have all broken relationships with everyone since childhood, and vowed to dedicate everything to the gods, and live for the survival, demise, rise and fall of the blessed land of the cave."

"God?" Di Zhong's eyes suddenly sank, "What god?"

"Up to heaven!" Chen Xiang's eyes shone brightly, and he looked up at the sky. "The Cave Heaven and Heaven believe that the Gods are gods who protect the people and have been trying to communicate with the gods. The Priests' Hall was founded for this."

"Is that right?" Di Zhong answered calmly, "Have they responded?"

Chen Xiang's face was full of admiration and answered seriously with an extremely admirational expression: "Of course, the high priest often receives oracles from the heavens, guiding the blessings of the cave world for a long and long-term stability."

Di Zhong shook his head, and he couldn't bear to expose some words - the heavens never responded to Liudao's prayers, and they wouldn't even care about the fate of breaking the sky.

Chen Xiang finally felt a little sad, and he withdrew his eyes from the distance, lowered his head and looked at the muddy land in confusion: "A few years ago, the high priest said that something seemed to have happened in heaven, so they did not take action to save Dongtian Fudi Island."

"No." Emperor Zhongxin retorted like a knife, "The heaven... is not a god, and it is not worthy of your belief."

She opened her mouth and said nothing. Di Zhong sighed in pain, waved his hand and didn't want to continue this topic that made him uncomfortable. Chen Xiang blinked his eyes. After so many years of living under someone else's roof, observing words and expressions had long become an instinct. She immediately passed by casually and said: "The priests perform their own duties. If you have good magical talents, you will stay in the temple to maintain magic circles everywhere. If you have good martial arts talents, you will take on the responsibility of defending your country. As for someone like me who is not good at anything, you can only go wherever you need to go. So this time I will run out and go to the deserted snow field for hundreds of years to find Shura bones."

"Haha... nothing is fine?" Di Zhong suddenly laughed and looked at her with interest. Perhaps because he didn't want her to continue to be sad. He deliberately left the topic aside and asked curiously, "Put it wherever you need it, at least it means that the comprehensive ability is OK, right?"

"No, it's actually impossible to do anywhere, so I can only run errands and do chores..." Chen Xiang blushed, and was still amused by his words and laughed secretly.

Di Zhong paused for a moment, and suddenly picked up a branch beside him and threw it to her: "I saw you riding a snow leopard before. The thing ran very fast, but you could still sit steadily without shaking. You probably practiced kung fu, so I can see two moves."

Chen Xiang's face turned redder, but she was not a shy person. Since Di Zhong spoke, she stood up generously and showed the sword skills of the Priest Palace sect one by one. Di Zhong kept laughing. Her skills were also very agile and she was clean and neat in her moves, but there was obvious lack of strength, so that Jian Feng was a little weak and easily exposed the hollow gate. He gave some advice, and Chen Xiang also wrote it seriously on his face, and immediately showed it again according to his words.

Di Zhong looked at him in a daze, and suddenly felt countless familiar fragments flashing in his eyes. Under the cedar tree on the top of Kunlun, he seemed to have guided someone in this way. Sometimes she would listen and sometimes be dazed, but she would always turn her face and look at him, showing a heart-pounding smile.

The square of the Sword Peak was full of wind, and the gentle fire was mixed with the snowflakes, reflecting the cheek that made him lose his mind. The next second, Di Zhong pressed his forehead hard and dissipated the memories in his mind. A trace of haze flashed across his face, knowing that it was not his past.

"It seems to be a little smoother than before!" Chen Xiang did not see his complicated expression change at this moment. He waved the branches in his hand happily, as if they had a wonderful resonance with it, muttering, "The priest who taught me swordsmanship said that I had poor talent. After only three years of teaching me, I asked me to learn magic. The priest who taught me magic also said that I had poor talent. They pushed me around, and then no one cared about me again."

Emperor Zhong was still thinking elsewhere. He heard her say this and subconsciously shook his head and retorted: "I just corrected your shortcomings casually. You can immediately realize that you can adjust your sword moves by yourself, which means that your talent is not bad, and talent is important, but the progress of martial arts cannot be seen overnight. Diligent study and hard practice are the unchanging truth. I know a person who is talented in swordsmanship, but he still practices unremittingly every day, which makes the skills that will shock you later."

Chen Xiang looked at him with a slight sense of understanding, and always felt his tone was a little sad. Di Zhong closed his eyes lightly. The five senses of the past blended together have made his memory particularly confused. He couldn't tell whether the young man who practiced swords under the cedar was the one he used to be. He quickly stopped the topic and said, "You have learned magic, have you? In fact, there are very few people who can meet me in my state. You can use magic to put me into the wooden house. Your spiritual power is already very good."

This is the first time that someone has been praised like this. Chen Xiang looked very happy when she tiptoed. She jogged back to Di Zhong, shaking her fist mysteriously in front of him, and suddenly stretched out a finger and swung left and right in front of his eyes, then "cracked" a colorful spell fireworks, and said gratefully: "I know I am an ordinary person with average qualifications, but thank you for your efforts to comfort me."

She breathed a long sigh, chose a comfortable position to sit down, touched her stomach, and kept screaming. Di Zhong felt that the girl she had met for the first time was still quite close. He watched and saw Gu Chen hit a sharp sword energy from his palm. The grass and trees that passed through the dense forest seemed to hit something. He leisurely picked up a few more branches to put them together, and gave Chen Xiang a wink and ordered: "If you are hungry, go over and pick up the snake and roast it and eat it."

Chen Xiang was shocked and rushed towards the direction of the sound. Sure enough, a python with a thigh was killed by him at a distance of hundreds of meters. She was useless and dragged it over. She was so tired that she sweated profusely. She widened her eyes and asked hesitantly: "You, do you really want to eat this? This thing looks scary, and I don't know if it is poisonous. Or, I'll go find out if there are any pheasants and rabbits."

Di Zhong lit the fire slowly and persistently stopped Chen Xiang: "Just eat it, it is simple and convenient, and it can fill the stomach when it is cooked. Will you peel it? I can borrow my knife to use it."

Chen Xiang glanced awkwardly at the black and golden ancient sword that was thrown aside by him, and suddenly asked curiously: "How do you eat like this?"

"I won't eat, you eat it." Di Zhong smiled, pointed to a knife and cut the snake meat into neat small pieces, and then roasted it one by one with tree branches one by one, as if he had recalled something extremely missed. A trace of indelible tenderness flashed in his eyes, and he curled his lips and smiled silently, "Do you like to eat tenderer or older? This thing will burn if you are not careful. You must pay special attention to the heat."

Chen Xiang seemed to be stunned. The man in front of her smile was pursed. The slightly shiny special body seemed elegant and ethereal, as if the waves of the sea of ​​illusion made her unable to tell whether it was real or virtual. At this moment, she felt that everything around her had disappeared. All the scenery melted into such a smile, which made her suddenly have an illusion of being heartbeat. She quickly calmed down and responded absent-mindedly: "Tender, tender, delicious."

Di Zhong turned the tree branch and heated the snake meat evenly, and handed it to her: "The snake meat is delicious and does not need to be conditioned. Do you try it to suit your appetite?"

Chen Xiang took it with her panic, but she didn't notice that she took it off the fire and bit it directly. She was so hot that she stuck out her tongue. She couldn't find water in panic, so she pulled a few leaves and stuffed them into her mouth to relieve the pain.

Di Zhong looked at her in amazement, but instead laughed: "Why are you stupid? I don't know how to try the temperature?"

Chen Xiang looked at him secretly, his clear voice was low but not heavy, like a gentle elder or a doting lover, as if he could penetrate people's hearts and make her unable to calm for a long time.

When she took a bunch of snake meat for the second time, she finally plucked up the courage to ask, "What's your name?"

A touch of solemnity flashed in Di Zhong's eyes, and he thought for a moment. Since the Priest Hall believed in heaven, his name was probably well known to the Fudi Island of Cave Heaven, so he pretended to be casual and wrote the word "cloud" on the ground with a branch. His hand paused slightly, as if he had thought about it before erasing the radical of the second word and writing the word "Xiao".

"Yun Xiao?" Chen Xiang read it several times, looking at him skeptically, "You didn't lie to me, are you?"

"Is there any problem?" Di Zhong asked strangely. Chen Xiang chewed his tongue while holding his chin in his mind and muttered, "It doesn't look like a name, but like two surnames. If you don't write it out, I would think it's the girl's name!"

Di Zhong grinned awkwardly. He was obviously a silly girl, so why was she so keen that she guessed the truth accurately?

Fortunately, she didn't think much, so she came over and asked in a low voice: "Then can I call you Brother Yun?"

Although it was a little awkward, Di Zhong agreed. Chen Xiang clapped his hands happily, and didn't bother to ask about anything else, and started eating snake meat voraciously.
Chapter completed!