alone mountain and river

The sky is dark and deep, the moon is fading away, and the stars are receding. It is the darkest time before dawn.

On a high slope, relying on a small magic ball of light in front of Feng Qinglang, he can vaguely see the road ahead. It is an endless green, and at the end of the dense green forest is a velvety green grass. At the end of the river, there is a green stream, like the breath of life that symbolizes the future in the darkness and depression.

Nan Xinghun beside Feng Qinglang was already breathing a little short of breath, which was caused by the exhaustion of traveling all night and the heartbreak, but Feng Qinglang knew that they could not stop, and said in a deep voice: "We will go to that road Next to the stream, let's take a rest."

Nan Xinghun nodded silently, followed silently, and finally asked softly in the silence, "Qing Qing, did you not get rid of that tail?"

Feng Qinglang turned her head with admiration, and asked as she walked, "You also found out?"

Nan Xinghun shook his head and said: "I didn't notice, it's just that you turn back every once in a while, and the frequency of turning back is getting more and more frequent..."

Feng Qinglang said: "Well, there are indeed people tracking us, but they should not be tracking us with the breath radar, because they can only know our approximate direction, but cannot pinpoint it precisely."

After a whole night of running and tossing, Nan Xinghun's mood has stabilized a lot at this time, she whispered: "You mean, one of us has been tampered with, so that the tracker can always accurately follow us. Behind?"

Feng Qinglang smiled wryly, "It's not one of us..."

He hesitated for a moment, but still answered truthfully: "I think it should be that you were tampered with, Xing Hun."

Nan Xinghun wondered, "Who did something to me?"

Feng Qinglang sighed, and said: "Xinghun, I have a question, I have never asked, where is Nan Yong?"

Nan Xinghun immediately shook his head vigorously, and even couldn't help raising his voice, saying: "It was my father who sent him out for something, it couldn't be him, it definitely wouldn't be him! I was still worried that he might have an accident!"

Thinking of his most loyal servant, Nan Xinghun couldn't accept that Nan Yong betrayed him no matter what.

Feng Qinglang nodded, did not deny Nan Xinghun's statement, and said calmly: "Nan Yong is not an idiot, seeing that the situation is wrong, no matter whether His Excellency Nan Ling ordered him to finish the task, he should hide well... So, in the past two days, besides Nan Yong, who else has had close contact with you, or even had physical contact?"

Nan Xinghun looked at Feng Qinglang strangely, feeling the other hand gently supporting her on her back, which almost shared most of the strength she needed to move forward, she said softly: "There is still you, Qinglang."

Feng Qinglang couldn't help but tugged at the corner of her mouth, and said, "If it were me, I would have sold you a long time ago, and I'm counting the money!"

Nan Xinghun suddenly seemed to think of something, his face turned pale, and he said in a low voice: "The day before yesterday, Lianzheng visited me at Nan's house, saying that she had something to do at home, and she just asked for leave to go home, passing by the Qilin Mountains, so she came here Get together..."

Feng Qinglang wasn't too surprised, and said calmly: "The reason is not important, the important thing is whether it's a coincidence or not."

Nan Xinghun said sadly: "In retrospect, it was a bit of a coincidence."

The emerald green stream had arrived, Feng Qinglang took out a bottle of dark green and slightly scarlet liquid from her backpack, handed it to Nan Xinghun and said, "Go down and wash it, and then apply this bottle of liquid all over your body, I will I can't see any tampering with you, but if it's a breath-like hand or foot, it can temporarily cover your breath."

Nan Xinghun took the bottle and looked at Feng Qinglang hesitantly, Feng Qinglang said softly, "Don't worry, I will guard by the stream."

But Nan Xinghun's expression was still hesitant to speak, his mouth moved slightly, but he didn't speak. Feng Qinglang finally realized that what he was afraid of was not wolves and beasts, barren mountains and wild mountains, and no one was peeping. Beside.

He hurriedly said: "Of course, I will set up magic lines to prevent prying eyes, that is, you can see clearly from the inside, and from the outside... well, Xinghun, please don't look at me like this, I just walk away! "

"..."

The sky gradually turned white, and soon, Zhaoxia's advance troops had quietly climbed up to the gray place, reflecting the dewdrops on the grass under Feng Qinglang's feet, a little more red, like drops of blood.

Feng Qinglang ran the Meditation chapter once, and always felt that her mood was a bit disturbed, and she couldn't calm down completely. She raised her head and looked in the direction she came and went, and couldn't help frowning. , clinging to the canopy of the forest, galloping towards it at a fast speed.

Feng Qinglang turned her head slightly. The stream in the distance, because of the magic pattern to prevent peeping, could not see the situation inside clearly. He only knew that the breath of Nan Xinghun stopped in place and gently undulated. He knew that it must be her thinking of it again. What happened in the past, I couldn't help myself, and wept again.

He was bitter in his heart, because of what happened to the other party, and also because of his own wrong decision. This tracking method is very strange. Obviously, he could only roughly estimate their direction before, but now he can accurately capture their coordinates. In fact, it is wrong. Maybe the original design of this tracking scheme is to use bathing as a trigger method, so that once the tracked person comes into contact with water, he will immediately become a firefly in the dark.

The breeze blew past, Feng Qinglang stood up from the grass, her feet no longer touched the ground, she stepped lightly on the dewdrops on the grass, facing the two people who were approaching quickly, she said coldly: "Stop! "

These two are the pinnacles of the sky, one of them is the white-bearded old man seen in front of the magic pattern wall in front of them, and the other is a middle-aged man in black. If it is before the spiritual sea resumes communication with the outside world, Feng Qinglang asks himself to solve them , It's just that breathing will at most consume part of the power of the spiritual sea, but now that I am in the early stage of recovery, the weakest stage, these two guys may also bring me a lot of trouble.

Yifeng Qinglang now seems to be only a true martial artist, so of course he couldn't stop the two sky warriors. They moved forward quickly, and when the man in black was passing by, he directly slapped him with a big hand.

The grass full of life immediately fell into the dead darkness, and the screams of devils could be heard everywhere. Feng Qinglang frowned, tipped her toes, and two drops of dew immediately shot up from under her feet, piercing the dead darkness, and instantly intercepted them on both sides. in front of a firmament.

The expressions of the two skys changed at the same time. In their eyes, that small drop of dew actually became bigger and bigger in the process of rising, so big that it had the potential to swallow them. Is what a true martial artist can release?

The two hesitated for a while, feeling that the target was not far away, and they didn't take any risks. Finally, they stopped and stood in the air obliquely above Feng Qinglang, looking at Feng Qinglang solemnly. To them, it seemed somewhat absurd. Zhenwu really stopped them.

The old man with white beard said in a low voice: "It was an illusion just now?"

The man in black shook his head slightly, somewhat confused.

The white-bearded old man didn't want to worry too much about these details, so he looked down at Feng Qinglang coldly, and said, "You should be the undercover follower of the Nan family's generation. Naturally, there are inexhaustible benefits for you!"

Feng Qinglang felt that Nan Xinghun behind him also sensed that something was wrong here, and his breath moved to the side of the stream. He should have started to dress, so he raised his head and asked with a simple and honest face: "What's the benefit? How much of the Nan family's property will I share?" Complete?" The sky is dark and deep, the moon is fading away, and the stars are receding, it is the darkest time before dawn.

On a high slope, relying on a small magic ball of light in front of Feng Qinglang, he can vaguely see the road ahead. It is an endless green, and at the end of the dense green forest is a velvety green grass. At the end of the river, there is a green stream, like the breath of life that symbolizes the future in the darkness and depression.

Nan Xinghun beside Feng Qinglang was already breathing a little short of breath, which was caused by the exhaustion of traveling all night and the heartbreak, but Feng Qinglang knew that they could not stop, and said in a deep voice: "We will go to that road Next to the stream, let's take a rest."

Nan Xinghun nodded silently, followed silently, and finally asked softly in the silence, "Qing Qing, did you not get rid of that tail?"

Feng Qinglang turned her head with admiration, and asked as she walked, "You also found out?"

Nan Xinghun shook his head and said: "I didn't notice, it's just that you turn back every once in a while, and the frequency of turning back is getting more and more frequent..."

Feng Qinglang said: "Well, there are indeed people tracking us, but they should not be tracking us with the breath radar, because they can only know our approximate direction, but cannot pinpoint it precisely."

After a whole night of running and tossing, Nan Xinghun's mood has stabilized a lot at this time, she whispered: "You mean, one of us has been tampered with, so that the tracker can always accurately follow us. Behind?"

Feng Qinglang smiled wryly, "It's not one of us..."

He hesitated for a moment, but still answered truthfully: "I think it should be that you were tampered with, Xing Hun."

Nan Xinghun wondered, "Who did something to me?"

Feng Qinglang sighed, and said: "Xinghun, I have a question, I have never asked, where is Nan Yong?"

Nan Xinghun immediately shook his head vigorously, and even couldn't help raising his voice, saying: "It was my father who sent him out for something, it couldn't be him, it definitely wouldn't be him! I was still worried that he might have an accident!"

Thinking of his most loyal servant, Nan Xinghun couldn't accept that Nan Yong betrayed him no matter what.

Feng Qinglang nodded, did not deny Nan Xinghun's statement, and said calmly: "Nan Yong is not an idiot, seeing that the situation is wrong, no matter whether His Excellency Nan Ling ordered him to finish the task, he should hide well... So, in the past two days, besides Nan Yong, who else has had close contact with you, or even had physical contact?"

Nan Xinghun looked at Feng Qinglang strangely, feeling the other hand gently supporting her on her back, which almost shared most of the strength she needed to move forward, she said softly: "There is still you, Qinglang."

Feng Qinglang couldn't help but tugged at the corner of her mouth, and said, "If it were me, I would have sold you a long time ago, and I'm counting the money!"

Nan Xinghun suddenly seemed to think of something, his face turned pale, and he said in a low voice: "The day before yesterday, Lianzheng visited me at Nan's house, saying that she had something to do at home, and she just asked for leave to go home, passing by the Qilin Mountains, so she came here Get together..."

Feng Qinglang wasn't too surprised, and said calmly: "The reason is not important, the important thing is whether it's a coincidence or not."

Nan Xinghun said sadly: "In retrospect, it was a bit of a coincidence."

The emerald green stream had arrived, Feng Qinglang took out a bottle of dark green and slightly scarlet liquid from her backpack, handed it to Nan Xinghun and said, "Go down and wash it, and then apply this bottle of liquid all over your body, I will I can't see any tampering with you, but if it's a breath-like hand or foot, it can temporarily cover your breath."

Nan Xinghun took the bottle and looked at Feng Qinglang hesitantly, Feng Qinglang said softly, "Don't worry, I will guard by the stream."

But Nan Xinghun's expression was still hesitant to speak, his mouth moved slightly, but he didn't speak. Feng Qinglang finally realized that what he was afraid of was not wolves and beasts, barren mountains and wild mountains, and no one was peeping. Beside.

He hurriedly said: "Of course, I will set up magic lines to prevent prying eyes, that is, you can see clearly from the inside, and from the outside... well, Xinghun, please don't look at me like this, I just walk away! "

"..."

The sky gradually turned white, and soon, Zhaoxia's advance troops had quietly climbed up to the gray place, reflecting the dewdrops on the grass under Feng Qinglang's feet, a little more red, like drops of blood.

Feng Qinglang ran the Meditation chapter once, and always felt that her mood was a bit disturbed, and she couldn't calm down completely. She raised her head and looked in the direction she came and went, and couldn't help frowning. , clinging to the canopy of the forest, galloping towards it at a fast speed.

Feng Qinglang turned her head slightly. The stream in the distance, because of the magic pattern to prevent peeping, could not see the situation inside clearly. He only knew that the breath of Nan Xinghun stopped in place and gently undulated. He knew that it must be her thinking of it again. What happened in the past, I couldn't help myself, and wept again.

He was bitter in his heart, because of what happened to the other party, and also because of his own wrong decision. This tracking method is very strange. Obviously, he could only roughly estimate their direction before, but now he can accurately capture their coordinates. In fact, it is wrong. Maybe the original design of this tracking scheme is to use bathing as a trigger method, so that once the tracked person comes into contact with water, he will immediately become a firefly in the dark.

The breeze blew past, Feng Qinglang stood up from the grass, her feet no longer touched the ground, she stepped lightly on the dewdrops on the grass, facing the two people who were approaching quickly, she said coldly: "Stop! "

These two are the pinnacles of the sky, one of them is the white-bearded old man seen in front of the magic pattern wall in front of them, and the other is a middle-aged man in black. If it is before the spiritual sea resumes communication with the outside world, Feng Qinglang asks himself to solve them , It's just that breathing will at most consume part of the power of the spiritual sea, but now that I am in the early stage of recovery, the weakest stage, these two guys may also bring me a lot of trouble.

Yifeng Qinglang now seems to be only a true martial artist, so of course he couldn't stop the two sky warriors. They moved forward quickly, and when the man in black was passing by, he directly slapped him with a big hand.

The grass full of life immediately fell into the dead darkness, and the screams of devils could be heard everywhere. Feng Qinglang frowned, tipped her toes, and two drops of dew immediately shot up from under her feet, piercing the dead darkness, and instantly intercepted them on both sides. in front of a firmament.

The expressions of the two skys changed at the same time. In their eyes, that small drop of dew actually became bigger and bigger in the process of rising, so big that it had the potential to swallow them. Is what a true martial artist can release?

The two hesitated for a while, feeling that the target was not far away, and they didn't take any risks. Finally, they stopped and stood in the air obliquely above Feng Qinglang, looking at Feng Qinglang solemnly. To them, it seemed somewhat absurd. Zhenwu really stopped them.

The old man with white beard said in a low voice: "It was an illusion just now?"

The man in black shook his head slightly, somewhat confused.

The white-bearded old man didn't want to worry too much about these details, so he looked down at Feng Qinglang coldly, and said, "You should be the undercover follower of the Nan family's generation. Naturally, there are inexhaustible benefits for you!"

Feng Qinglang felt that Nan Xinghun behind him also sensed that something was wrong here, and his breath moved to the side of the stream. He should have started to dress, so he raised his head and asked with a simple and honest face: "What's the benefit? How much of the Nan family's property will I share?" become?"