Zhexiang as an old friend

Because Yan Huang was injured, the two were carried by Zhai Ru, and they randomly found a cave to rest in the nearby Mount Dashan.

Born as a demon, he has the ability to heal himself, but it's the first time Zang Yang has seen someone as good and fast as Yan Huang.

He could even hear Yan Huang's broken ribs and spine making "crack-clack" sounds due to rebirth, and even his heart changed from weak to very fast and powerful.

This doesn't look like a demon anymore, it made him think of another race that wanders outside the Three Realms...

"What is father-in-law thinking?" Yan Huang got better and felt that the night when he arrived at the mountain was a bit cold, so he lit a fire and sat beside the fire, seeing that Zang Yang was in a trance, he asked casually.

Zang Yang came back to his senses, but he didn't tell him what he just thought of. He just smiled slightly: "Are you so afraid of the cold?"

Yan Huang poked the fire casually: "Xu was cold when he was a fairy, but now he is afraid of the cold when he is a devil."

The fox ghost next to him woke up, opened his eyes and saw Yan Huang, his heart was filled with warmth that he had never felt before, very happy in his heart, and a little bit of anger born of jealousy.

Are the Seven Souls so miraculous...

The fox ghost looked at Shentu's body, which he was becoming more and more familiar with, and felt that the thousands of years he had spent without emotion in the past were really wasted.

"Are you awake?" Yan Huang turned around and looked at the fox ghost, "I was the one who was impatient just now, don't take it to heart."

When the fox ghost heard Yan Huang's apology, he was stunned for a moment, and then he was overjoyed. He smiled and moved to Yan Huang's side, and said, "Everything the master says is right, it's the fox ghost who didn't do well."

Yan Huang reached out his hand to touch the fox ghost's head, but at this moment he was clinging to Shentu's body, touching Shentu's head was a little weird, but he hesitated for a moment, but still stretched out his hand to ruffle his hair, scratching gently. scratched his chin.

The fox ghost was soothed, so he sat obediently on the ground and looked at Yan Huang quietly.

"This fox ghost is obedient." Zang Yang looked at the fox ghost and said something indifferent.

Yan Huang knew that Zang Yang wanted to find out the origin of the fox ghost, so he replied truthfully: "It was just a fight."

Ever since Shen Tu's death, Great Xianshan Mountain has been empty.

There was also a good god and demon who came to take down Daxian Mountain, but Yan Huangfa ruthlessly drove them down.

However, the fox ghost who has been cultivated for more than 3000 years refuses to leave.

The fox ghost insisted that since he had been defeated by him, he would naturally follow him to death. Yan Huang also thought it was cute when it gave birth to a fox, so he took it as a companion.

These words are easy to say at this time, but the fox ghost has more than 3000 years of Taoism after all, so after the fight, even with Yan Huang's self-healing power, he lay on the bed for several months.

"In that case, I don't know the heights of the heavens and the depths of the earth." Zang Yang teased the fox ghost indifferently, causing the fox ghost to bury his head in his knees in annoyance, but secretly peeped out his eyes to look at Yan Huang.

In fact, this is also very good, even though he was defeated and failed to get the Daxian Mountain, he was able to stay by Yan Huang's side all the time, which made him secretly happy, and couldn't help but feel that it was lucky to go up the mountain to challenge Yan Huang.

"Living alone in Daxian Mountain, it's good to be accompanied by a ghost. At least someone can listen to me talking crazy when I'm drinking." Yan Huang unfolded his fan and smiled lightly, as if those years of longing were not worth it Mention.

But Zang Yang knew that Yan Huang missed him a lot more than himself.Then he stopped mentioning the matter of Daxianshan, and just changed the subject lightly: "The fox ghost seems to like you very much."

Yan Huang smiled noncommittal when he heard the words.

Fox ghosts are the most sincere among ghosts and ghosts. As long as they voluntarily serve as someone else's ghost, they will never betray their master. If it is said that fox ghosts don't like and loathe themselves, Yan Huang would find it strange.

The firewood was burnt out, and Yan Huang felt that he had almost rested, so he took out the soul-seeking needle from his bosom, pressed the protruding needle, and the needle immediately spun rapidly, and finally landed on the south-west position, but it was more Just now it is more oblique.

Wait for another half a moment, and the position of the bird's yin will light up, and the bird's yin is mourning, it is the soul that Shentu left behind and was willing to sacrifice.

Because he said, he didn't want to be sad when he died.

Yan Huang was stunned again, thinking of Shen Tu very much.

"This direction is closer to Changyou Mountain." Zang Yang leaned over to look at the dial.

"Changyou Mountain..." Yan Huang repeated, "I heard that the roasted Changyou beast meat on Changyou Mountain is very tasty."

Zang Yang raised his lips and laughed when he heard the words. Although the journey was tough, he still remembered to relax, because Shentu would come back one day, so he also echoed: "Shentu really likes meat, but later I want to eat meat." He ate the grain, so he seldom ate it."

"Then when he comes back, I'll roast some meat for him. I'm not a fairy, what is Bigu doing." Yan Huang looked at the fading flames, got up and said, "If you've had enough rest, let's go."

Zang Yang glanced at Zhai Ru, raised his hand up and down again, told Yan Huang to sit down: "Zhai Ru is not as good as you, its injury will take some time to heal."

Yan Huang thought that Zhai Ru had indeed gone through danger just now, and also suffered some injuries, so he sat down immediately and asked the fox ghost to rest for a while.

The fox ghost originally borrowed someone else's body, it didn't have seven souls, and was injured just now, so it was very tired at the moment. After hearing what Yan Huang said, it lay down and curled up, thinking that it was a fox ghost.

But Yan Huang couldn't sleep—or, he didn't need to sleep at all, it was just a way to pass the time. He sat outside and looked up at the dark and chaotic sky, and said to himself: "When in the world, it's nighttime. There will always be stars and moons, but you can’t see anything on these sacred mountains.”

"There are no stars and moons in the human world today, so the sky here is also the sky of the human world." Zang Yang sat beside Yan Huang at some point, listened to him, and then said casually, "I'm afraid there will be chaos like this in the future." Something big is about to happen."

"However, this important matter has nothing to do with me." Yan Huang didn't care, and fiddled with his fan, "I just need Shentu."

Zang Yang echoed, but his eyes were all focused on the fan in his hand, and he stretched out his hand to hold the fan. Seeing that his father-in-law seemed to be interested in the fan, Yan Huang let go, and Zang Yang easily took the fan away. Spread it out in your hand.

There is nothing unusual about that fan, it is just some simple mountains and waters, but Zang Yang can't recognize where the mountains and rivers are, the mountains and ridges are layered, and it looks a bit uncivilized, and there is a piece of ink in the corner, it seems that someone wrote there What kind of words are written, but the color has faded at this moment, Zang Yang can't recognize it.

"The artist of this fan is interesting. Shanshui picked the best paint, and the color hasn't faded so far. The signature place didn't use any good ink, and it all fell off today."

After hearing this, Yan Huang casually continued: "That's right. I dug out this fan when I was planting osmanthus trees in the mountain. Only the handle of the fan was stained with some soil, but the rest was intact. I thought it was destined. At the waist, don't leave until today."

Zang Yang couldn't see why, so he closed the fan again and returned it to Yan Huang.

Yan Huang touched the empty handle of the fan, and suddenly remembered that the golden jade had been placed in the soul-seeking needle. He took out the soul-seeking needle, looked at the golden jade through the barrier, and remembered that Yan Huang had sent it to him. The scene when I was this golden jade.

But it's a pity that the first time I used that gold jade to block the miasma, it was to find his grave.

He was empty, yet he thought he had his grave.