"Go back, go back, go back!"
When Zhen Xiaoxiao spoke, the crocodile monster had already floated a hundred meters away from the shoal. Hearing her urgent call, tears of relief almost flowed out of his eyes.
Oh, God!
Oh, the earth!
Finally, he was going to end his drifting for days and nights!
Hurriedly dragging its four legs, the crocodile monster climbed up the river bank with Zhen Xiaoxiao, turned into smoke and disappeared in the spirit beast stone.
For the first time in more than forty days, Zhen Xiaoxiao walked on the ground. As soon as she took a step, her steps were a bit clumsy.
She looked at the endless flow of the Le River behind her, then looked at the three words "Flying Dragon Temple" hanging high in the fog in front of her, and thought to herself.
"Small Gruel, it's not that I've given up on you, but now my little brother Shi Zhong and I are in some trouble. When I find the poison scale of the love snake and the blood of the Rainbow-winged Flying Eagle, I will continue to look for you while making elixirs!"
After making up her mind, Zhen Xiaoxiao took out Huang Yao Lao's elder token from the storage bag and walked into the fog step by step.
"Doesn't this girl look like one?"
Zhen Xiaoxiao did not notice that the moment she stepped into the gate of the Flying Dragon Temple, the fog at the corner of the shoal was suddenly blown away by the wind, revealing a delicate small courtyard.
Completely different from the scenery of the Le River where there were no weeds and steep rocks, this courtyard was like a huge flower garden. At the entrance, there were orchids and flying orioles.
More than ten old men and women in white robes were either playing chess, fishing by the river, or picking up flowers and grasses, looking very leisurely.
Most of the old guys turned a deaf ear to the arrival of Zhen Xiaoxiao, only the two who were playing chess in front of the hall glanced at her.
"Coming alone, it should be … not."
The one holding the black piece smiled bitterly.
"That year, the master said that the disaster of the Flying Dragon Temple was coming, and a pair of demon stars might enter the temple. If the master and elders stayed in the mountain, only blood would fill the sky, and the temple would be destroyed."
"If the master and elders stayed far away from the disaster, there is a seventy to eighty percent chance that the disaster will flow to the east, and a pair of demon stars will lead the flying dragon to soar into the sky and become famous."
"Then, Lord Sect Master, do you believe it?" The one holding the white pieces had a probing look on his face.
"I do! If you don't believe me, why did I abandon a disciple and bring you here to hide for six whole years? Fishing is fun? Growing flowers is fun? Bullshit! I'm about to suffocate to death! That pair of demon stars, when exactly will they come, ah ah ah ah? This old man's monastery is almost in ruins! "
Tan Yanghui, the head of the Flying Dragon Temple, angrily smashed the black piece in his hand into the chessboard. The chessboard immediately broke into pieces on the stone table.
"What a thick fog. It's similar to when Seven Leaves Valley entered the mountain!"
Walking in the fog, Zhen Xiaoxiao couldn't help but think of Seven Leaf Valley.
He did not know if Huang Yao Lao's disappearance would cause an uproar and cause people to link it to him.
Anyway, he was already dead. When he met his old friend again, he could just make up an excuse to fool them.
However, he did not know if Grandpa Yuan had successfully consecrated his eyes. Originally, he wanted to give him more ginseng and cinnabar fruits to nourish his body. Unfortunately, he did not have that chance now.
Also, after Violet Ring became a disciple of the Flying Dragon Temple, he had to find a way to send her a message, so that she would not worry about him every night when she heard that he was missing.
Of course, apart from making elixirs and looking for Small Gruel, the black knife that stabbed into his chest … was also a problem.
When he had the time, he had to ask around and find out what this strange thing was like in the World of Cultivators.
Those secret manuals that flooded into his mind seemed like an inheritance, but why did they choose him? What did it mean? If he did not get to the bottom of it, it would always be …
"What's there to be uneasy about? Anything that can make one's chest bigger is a good inheritance!"
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