The master is so popular that his disciples want to commit crimes against him.

Xuan Yuran stood beside Tang Yixian, helping him hold the spirit storage bag, and looked at Bai Lu who was rubbing against Tang Yixian's arms with a slightly cold look.

The demonic aura on the white deer is faint and has not yet taken shape.

If Tang Yixin hadn't saved it, its journey to becoming a demon would have been ruined.

Bai Lu tilted his head slightly and met Xuan Yuran's gaze, as if he felt something.

It immediately left Tang Yixin's arms and ran to Xuan Yuran.

It stopped in front of Xuan Yuran, raised its little head and bent its long neck.

It was like paying respect to him.

The white deer's black bean-like eyes were shining brightly, and it could feel the deterrent power of the Xuan Yu Ran Demon King clan.

It instinctively surrenders.

The others didn't pay much attention to it and just thought it was thanking them everywhere.

Seeing that Bai Lu was fine, Tang Yixien naturally started to get down to business.

He looked around, searching for a way up the mountain, otherwise they might get lost in this treacherous and mysterious mountain.

Youyou's phone is turned off and there is no news.

No wonder this Chinese spinach herb is so scarce, even the Tang family doesn’t have it.

How could anyone pick them in a place like this?

He frowned and lowered his eyes in thought.

At this moment, he suddenly felt something pulling him.

It was the white deer that was pulling at the corner of his clothes with its mouth, dragging him to the north of the woods.

Bai Lu tugged at Tang Yixin, then jumped and walked towards the north, looking back at him.

It was obvious that the white deer was leading him.

Tang Yixien was delighted and suddenly became enlightened.

"Is it trying to lead the way for us?"

Sheng Qingye ran to the white deer, leaned over and reached out to touch it.

The white deer jumped away.

Sheng Qingye got angry and stood up and moved the chain, his eyes glaring sternly.

"Believe it or not, I'll lock you up!"

"Qingye, stop messing around."

Tang Yixien saw that Sheng Qingye was sick again and spoke slowly.

He has always been both strict and lenient with his disciples, rarely speaking harshly and always speaking gently and clearly.

"Yes, Master." Sheng Qingye immediately restrained himself. He really enjoyed this approach.

The group followed the white deer, crossed an extremely narrow mountain road, and waded across a small river.

We came to a four-way intersection.

If it weren't for the fact that the road went straight up, Jin Xiaoxiao would even suspect that they had been betrayed by Bai Lu.

At this moment, after finally crossing a waterfall, they came to another world.

Tang Yixin looked up and saw the top of the mountain not far in front of them, which was where the herbs he wanted to pick were.

It seems that the path Bai Lu led is correct.

If it weren't for Bai Lu leading the way, no one would be able to get here with such complex terrain.

"Thank you." Tang Yixien touched Bai Lu's head and said with a smile.

Jin Xiaoxiao looked at the misty mountaintop not far away and asked,

"Master, did you go to that mountaintop just for the trial?"

Along the way, Tang Yixien did not tell the three people the purpose of his visit.

"Yes, but I also want to pick some herbs."

The doubt in Jin Xiaoxiao's eyes did not diminish, she just nodded slightly.

They were now in a naturally formed valley, surrounded by green plants. Next to it was a small waterfall, with gurgling water flowing down like silk.

The wind blew in from the entrance of the valley, bringing a cool breeze and occasional bird calls.

Tang Yixin decided to rest here first. After walking for a whole day, everyone was a little tired.

He sat down and began to take out his spirit storage bag with a serious expression.

The three disciples were naturally standing by, looking at him with serious expressions.

Suddenly, his handsome eyes lit up, as if he had found something.

He took out a large box from the bag and opened it. Inside was a variety of pastries that looked delicious.

.......

Sheng Qingye pursed his lips and smiled. He had gone out for trials with his elders before.

The elder's spirit storage bag was full of weapons, but what his master took out were pastries.

However, he likes it.

Sheng Qingye threw the pastry given by his master into his mouth. It had an osmanthus flavor, melted in his mouth, and was exceptionally sweet.

Jin Xiaoxiao was given a pastry that looked like a little rabbit, white and cute.

He never ate with his hands when he was outside, but this time was an exception. He took a light bite of the pastry, and a rich flavor of snow lotus spread in his mouth, and his eyes lit up slightly.

He put the remaining half of the rabbit pastry into his mouth.

"I don't want to eat, Master. I'm not hungry."

Xuan Yuran's clear eyes curved, and he turned around to fetch water for his master.

He knew that Master liked to eat.

Tang Yixien took a piece and gave it to Bai Lu beside him, and he ate the rest of the cake.

The white deer sniffed it and, probably because he had never eaten it before, swallowed it in one gulp.

"Hey..can you taste it like this?"

Sheng Qingye teased the white deer again and tried to touch it with his hands.

The white deer's little head flashed, still avoiding him.

"Look at you, all the small animals are afraid of you." Jin Xiaoxiao tapped the tip of her nose with the Lingxi fan and smiled lazily.

"I want to touch it!"

Sheng Qingye was not convinced, so he ran over and chased the white deer, trying to hug it.

One man and one deer, chasing each other like that.

At this time, Xuan Yuran also came back with water.

The wind was gentle and the sun was warm. Tang Yixien looked at them with a smile in his eyes.

sieve!

A hidden arrow with a sharp cold light flew directly towards Tang Yixien.

Tang Yixien only felt a heat on his arm, and the short arrow brushed past him.

If he hadn't stood up in an instant to stop Sheng Qingye, the consequences would have been unimaginable.

At this moment, the white deer was frightened and ran away instinctively.

Rustle!

Immediately afterwards, countless hidden arrows poured down like rain.

This is not an ordinary short arrow, but a hidden arrow shot by a high-level monk, infused with spiritual power.

The short arrow streaked through the air, carrying with it a scorching white light, like a meteor.

Xuan Yuran cast out a series of talismans to resist.

The air was suddenly filled with brilliant light and crackling sounds.

The person closest to Tang Yixian was Jin Xiaoxiao. He used the Lingxi fan to block the rain of swords and protected Tang Yixian by hiding to the side.

After all, their target is too obvious.

Wherever Tang Yixien hid, the dense rain of swords followed him.

This is obviously directed at Tang Yixien.

Sheng Qingye was so anxious that he used the chain as a shield to block the attack while running towards his master, but he couldn't get through at all.

If you're not careful, you'll turn into a hedgehog.

Tang Yixin naturally also noticed that the rain of swords was coming towards him, and the sword light was the most dense where he was.

Jin Xiaoxiao protected Tang Yixin while holding up the Lingxi fan to block the rain of swords.

With such a dense sword rain formation, he estimated that there were more than one cultivator ambushing them, and there were also masters among them.

Tang Yixian didn't want to implicate Jin Xiaoxiao, but his arm was tightly grasped by Jin Xiaoxiao, and he couldn't break free at all.

"Let me go first!" Tang Yixien shouted loudly.