One inch loyalty

Boundless, lingering white air, vast into the sea.

However, when he got closer, he found that this vast ocean was also so hot that the sea water was churning. It was not a cool place, but a pot of boiling soup thousands of feet deep.

Yu Yan's voice was hoarse, and he smiled wryly: "Fei Guang, so this is Chi Yanhai, why didn't you tell me?"

When he thought of this, he wanted to smash the jade plaque and leave, endured and endured, and then asked with a hoarse smile: "Then Wanxia Mountain is rich and powerful, everyone has a few magic weapons for protecting themselves, is it your turn to worry about it? "

Yu Yan didn't wait for Feiguang to reply, his face was even more ugly, he walked on the rolling water with his hands behind his back, walked straight back to the rocks by the sea, then his five fingers formed into claws, and he grabbed Feiguang's heart, calling out Feiguang's body, seeing that Feiguang couldn't stand firmly, Fang stretched out his hands and helped him up.

Fei Guang was so hot that his lips turned pale, his long hair was wet in strands with sweat, and he leaned heavily on Yu Yan's body. After a long time, he finally remembered to push.

At this time, Yu Xianchang rarely got angry. Although his face was full of smiles, his right hand held Feiguang tightly. He took out a water cloak from the Sumeru ring, covered Feiguang's head, After being angry silently for a long time, he lowered the cloak on Feiguang's body a little, fastened it carefully, and continued to take out four or five low-level water-type spiritual plants from the Sumeru Ring, picking out the beautiful and fresh ones, and don't go to Feiguang. Those with unremarkable appearance on the temples were hastily stuffed into Fei Guang's hands.

When Fei Guang was in a daze, he still felt that something was wrong, murderous intent loomed in his eyes, his thin lips were tightly pressed, but the fragrant spirit flower trembled slightly beside his cheek.

Yu Yan stared intently, laughed for a while, and then let go of the flying light, jumped off the rock, walked a few steps on the hot yellow sand, then turned around, and held his hand in a regular manner through a layer of cloak. Holding Fei Guang's hand, coaxing in a low voice: "Fei Guang, let's go."

Fei Guang was led step by step by him, and after walking for two sticks of incense, he was finally refreshed by the water vestments and spirit plants.

His temples were itchy slightly, he stretched out his hand to scratch, and found that there were some spiritual flowers and rare herbs, his face immediately sank, and he tore off one by one angrily, stroked his messy hair for a long time, and after a while he asked solemnly: "Aren't you afraid that others will see me?" gone?"

Yu Yan paused, laughed silently for a long time, then shook his head.

Fei Guang was slightly dazed, and asked in a low voice, "Are you afraid or not?"

After asking, he realized that the man's hand was shaking violently, and his palm was dripping with cold sweat, which wet the cloak that separated him.

It turned out that Yu Yan was afraid of becoming like this.

Yu Xianchang usually acted recklessly and recklessly, but now his expression is extremely dignified.

When the monsters and beasts are not extinct, the alchemy gate seeks viscera and flesh, the utensil gate seeks muscles, bones and leather armor, and the beast gate seeks animal servants and spirit slaves, sweeping the mountains and forests, thinking like crazy.

Now, hundreds of years have passed since the last blue-eyed fox was born. Times have changed in the world, from the orthodox Taoist sect to the unknown sect. , Incense is constantly burning, just to send down an auspicious beast and fairy bird to guard the mountain gate, and bring blessings that will last for thousands of years.

At this moment, he is holding the flying light in his hand and walking under the bright universe, which is tantamount to exposing his windfall and swaggering through the market.

Naturally, he was afraid of killing people to seize treasures, afraid of powerful prying eyes, afraid of gaining but losing again, filled with indescribable suspicion and fear, so he was careful all the way, walking on thin ice every step of the way.

But when his shirt was wet with sweat and his hands were trembling, he accidentally turned his head and found that the corners of Fei Guang's mouth were slightly raised.

Yu Xianchang wondered if that person had really snickered, while holding Fei Guang tightly. After walking out for a long time, his heart suddenly calmed down.

He may lose Feiguang, but when he loses Feiguang, he thinks he is already dead.

If others came to snatch it, he would fight hoarsely, his body would be covered in blood; then his muscles and bones would be broken, his neck would be bent; in the end, he cast a poisonous curse with his remaining soul, and swallowed his breath... before he let Fei Guang go.

He had to fight with his life, he had to die... Then he was willing to let go of Fei Guang and return to his solitude.

Thinking about it this way, the two will be able to stay together for the rest of their lives.

When parting, there will be no consciousness.

In fact, I don't need to be afraid anymore.

Fei Guang could only see Yu Yan stretched his waist, laughed twice for no reason, and the depression on his face was swept away. He was stunned and couldn't help but look at this person a few more times, not thinking about what to do next. Along the way, Yu Yan really became energetic, with a smile on his face, his eyes were bright and handsome, and his sword eyebrows flew into his temples.

Fei Guang's eyes moved slightly, and after a while, he counted his future, and then took advantage of Yu Xianchang's head buried in the road, to cover up his appearance under the cover of the cloak.

As the blue light passed by, his sweaty long hair was lifted up and taken care of one by one by the demon force, leaving a few strands of black hair at the temples, neatly tied into the jade crown.

And a desolate Confucian robe turned into a blue robe, covered with silk, and tied with silk sash.

There is no sachet around the waist, only three sapphire slips are hanging down, every step of the way, the jade slips will bump silently.

I saw Fei Guang holding the spiritual plant and spiritual flower that Yu Yan had given him, brushing his index finger over the jade slips one by one, and finally selected a volume, opened it half an inch, and small tadpole characters flew out of the slip, transforming the aura around him into the same Ordinary monks are no different, even if Nascent Soul is here, he can't see through his real body.

It's just that after Feiguang finished covering, he untied the cloak, and suddenly felt a little uneasy.

He held hands with Yu Yan for no reason, and even concealed his identity for no reason, so as to relieve this person's worries, all of which were done without blood.

If Yu Yan opened his mouth first and begged himself sincerely...it would be fine.

Yu Xianchang managed to cultivate indifferently, looked back at Feiguang, and found that Feiguang's clothes were neat and handsome, he was stunned for a moment, and then he laughed out loud: "Feiguang is so beautiful."

In his eyes, the phantom is certainly unparalleled in color, better than a glorious autumn chrysanthemum, a lush spring pine; but above an inch of his loyalty, the original body is still sluggish and dripping with sweat.

But Yu Yan seriously praised it several times: "It's so beautiful, the flying light is so beautiful."

Fei Guang's expression was gloomy, only his ears were slightly red, and he urged in a low voice: "There are people ahead."

Yu Yan's mind was stunned, and he scanned it with his divine sense. Ten miles ahead, there were indeed several foundation-building monks gathered, together with a dozen casual practitioners in the Qi refining period, looking around a majestic grotto.

Yu Xianchang took Fei Guang by his hand, flew out, landed beside the group of people, smiled and cupped his hands and said: "It's an honor to meet you, Yu has met all fellow Taoists."

The crowd was originally a group of casual cultivators without a leader. Seeing his high spirits and good foundation, they all greeted him: "I don't know the depth of this cave, so why don't fellow Taoists explore the treasure land with us."

After speaking, he turned to look at the green-robed monk behind Yu Yan.

Unexpectedly, after one glance, everyone was in a trance for a moment, as if the surroundings were no longer red flame rock mountains and blue waves boiling sea, but turned into drizzle and rustling flowers.

Yu Yan's smile froze, and he took a step forward resolutely, just in front of Fei Guang, and said with a loud smile: "This is a mere... Taoist companion. Come, Qingqing, I have met all fellow Taoists."

Fei Guang was holding hands with him, standing at the side distantly, slandering in his heart that this place is like the scorching sun.

Hearing Yu Yan's nonsense suddenly, he couldn't help being startled for a while. After a long time, he turned his head slightly, and under the astonished eyes of everyone, hesitantly asked Yu Xianchang: "You said just now, you and I are Taoists. companion?"

Yu Yan laughed louder and louder, shook the hands they were holding, and lowered his voice teasingly: "Don't dare to forget, do you want me to kiss relatives?"

Only then did Fei Guang react, his complexion changed drastically, he took a few steps back quickly, even the corners of his eyes turned red with anger, trembling, trying to withdraw his hand.

Yu Xianchang was determined to seek death, and followed closely every step of the way, holding Feiguang's wrist tightly through the cloak with one hand, and wrapping around Feiguang's waist with the other, narrowing his smiling eyes, making a gesture of kissing.

Seeing Yu Yanjun's face getting closer and closer, the roots of his long eyelashes could be discerned, his hot breath brushed against the tip of his nose, Flying Light was stunned and stunned, his ears were red, his whole body was shaking like a sieve, and several green lights finally flashed in his palms.

As the blue light passed by, Yu Yan's hands felt cold to the muscles and bones, every inch of his skin seemed to be cut by ice skates.

Yu Xianchang hurriedly let go of his hand, breathed on the back of his hand again and again, after a while, he smiled and said, "It hurts a bit."

Fei Guang was still in a trance at first, with faint water vapor in his eyes, and his eyes moved around. When he heard Yu Yan's cry of pain, he immediately looked over.

When Yu Yan raised his head, he happened to find that Fei Guang met his eyes, and he could vaguely see worry and annoyance in his eyes...not all anger.

After Yu Xianchang was stunned for a moment, he quickly calmed down and looked at the group of monks calmly: "Oh, fellow Taoists have also seen that my Taoist companion has a very bad temper, and I don't want to make friends with others. It's okay to ask him to say hello." ..."

Others saw that his Taoist companion was tall and tall, with aloof demeanor, beating and scolding Yu Yan, and the thoughts of making friends before could not help but weakened a little, and they cupped their hands and replied: "This matter cannot be forced, brother Yu will be with us together. Let's explore the way ahead, and this immortal elder will follow closely."

Yu Yan laughed out loud when he heard this, and wanted to say something nonsense to Feiguang quietly, but he was afraid of taking him seriously, so after deliberation, he only gently tugged at the corner of Feiguang's clothes, then clasped his hands behind his head, Wearily and leisurely, he followed the crowd into the grotto.

The grotto is several feet high, and the depth is indistinguishable. The road is cut out like a giant axe, and there is a faint sound of gurgling water coming from the depths.

A group of people sacrificed the magic weapon for self-defense, searched for more than hundreds of steps, and finally found some low-level spiritual mines in the grotto, and even some Qi refining monks searched them with sharp weapons.

Fei Guang followed far away, with no dust on his clothes, and no waves on his face, more than ten magical artifacts passed by from time to time in the pitch-black cave, casting precious lights of various colors, not only illuminating the two walls of spirit stones, but also illuminating the The face is handsome and beautiful, as if carved from jade.

However, seeing such a cold white jade figure, who wouldn't want to bring it back to life, full of emotions, joy, anger, sorrow and joy?

Yu Yanzui