On the second day, everyone except for the Qingfeng Sword Master and his party had returned and successfully completed their mission.

The zombies in the mountains have not been completely eradicated, but those who have been on the list have been almost eliminated.

For the rest, only one elder and a few disciples need to be stationed here, guards and suppress, so many people are here, it is also a waste.

So, the time came to separate.

All this, so smoothly, is to be expected. And the reason why so many people gathered in Ziyun Mountain to complete this simple task together was mainly to ask for a victory, jointly agree on the next plan, and become a task for the elders.

In the tent, Cai Wei Nangong had a black face and a murderous look.

Da Lang trembled, he was abandoned by his master as soon as he joined Shushan, and he only felt that his future career was dim.

"He's gone?" Cai Wei tried to calm herself, but the green bamboo sword buzzed and could come out of its sheath at any moment.

Cold sweat dripped down, and the Shushan disciple in front of Cai Wei secretly complained in his heart, no wonder Elder Zhou was full of guilt in his eyes when he let him come.

He swallowed hard and nodded like a chicken, "Yes." ”

Nangong asked, "Where did he go?"

The cold air hit his face, and there was a pinprick-like stinging pain on his cheeks, and the poor Shushan disciple's body trembled even more: "Go north, go to Gushan City, the zombies over there are quite fierce." ”

Cai Wei and Nangong looked at him deeply, and then Cai Wei said, "Da Lang, get ready, let's leave immediately." ”

"Yes!" Da Lang hurriedly put it away.

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"Don't smell it, be careful of the woman down the mountain. ”

The master's words lingered in his ears, and he shivered with the cold, tightened his monk's robe, which was full of patches, and walked on the winding path in the mountains with difficulty.

A few days ago, the senior brother didn't hear about going down the mountain, and the master, as always, told the woman under the mountain to be a tiger, and to avoid it when he saw it.

The senior brother nodded again and again, but he didn't care, and he didn't return for two days after going down the mountain.

The master was anxious, and instructed him to stay in the temple without asking questions, and was not allowed to move, and then went down the mountain, but as a result, he also did not return.

Don't be in a hurry, I made the remaining grain in the temple into dry food, and brought it down the mountain to find the senior brother and master.

It was a cold day, and I didn't care that I had never felt so cold since I was a child.

The monk's robe on his body wore layer after layer, wrapping himself like a zongzi, but it was still useless, the wind blew, the snow flew in the sky like an arrow rain, and the clothes turned into a cold iron lump, and a biting chill drilled straight into the bones.

I only walked a short distance, and I felt a little bad without asking, my clothes were thick and heavy, and I was unable to move, and I fell three times in a row. The wind and snow were heavy, the road ahead was difficult to discern, and the biting cold made it difficult to walk.

Sitting on the side of the road, panting, covering his little red nose, tears flowing.

It was too cold, just gasping for breath, and as a result, the cold snap drilled down his nostrils, and a burst of soreness made his tears uncontrollable.

After resting for a while, I didn't think I could sit down anymore, because it was colder now, and I was shivering all over my body, and I was having convulsions.

He got up from the ground with difficulty, took a short step, and continued to walk down the hill with great difficulty.

Although he usually practiced martial arts, he was too young, and the wind and snow in the mountains were too terrible.

Stop and go until noon, not halfway through the walk.

Tears fell without asking if he was afraid, if it weren't for this terrible wind and snow, he would have been in the county by now.

And now, he is in an extremely awkward situation.

Walking back, the way up the mountain is very difficult, and now there is little physical strength left, I am afraid that I will not be able to return to the temple after dark. Moving forward, the same is true.

The occasional wolf howl came to my ears, and I shivered without asking.

Wolves are rarely seen in winter, but when they do, hungry wolves are ferocious. This spring, I saw a woodcutter who had been bitten to death on a mountain road, and the miserable appearance was so terrible that his whole stomach was hollowed out, and the mutilated corpses were everywhere.

That time, I was so frightened that I couldn't eat for several days.

Wrapped his clothes vigorously, although this act was futile, but at least there was some comfort in his heart.

opened the gourd and poured a mouthful of spicy soup into his mouth, and suddenly his little face turned red, and a stream of hot air rushed to the top of his head.

After eating a few bites of ice-cube-like bread with difficulty, he continued to move forward without asking about the white gas.

However, the wind is stronger, and the snow is heavier.

With a "click", a big tree fell, and it suddenly smashed into the snow without asking about the distance of three zhang behind it.

Regardless of the frightened little face, he staggered, his feet were empty, and his mind was blank all of a sudden.

Click!

The yellow thorns were crushed, and the small body rolled all the way down the mountain, more than 10 zhang away, fell to the side of the stream, and hit a big rock in the west.

I don't know if it's lucky or unlucky, because the slope is not steep enough, the snow on the ground is thick enough, and the clothes are thick enough, the little figure squirmed and got up from the ground, and it didn't seem to have been hurt much.

Regardless of the feeling that the sky was spinning and the earth was spinning, everything was spinning, he walked several steps in a daze, fell down again, and lay on the ground for a while, the heaven and earth finally stopped, and he was no longer so naughty to turn.

He rolled over and got up from the ground in half a day.

The snow was howling, and the whining wind was in my ears.

In the midst of the snow, he saw what seemed to be something approaching.

Rubbing his eyes, he finally saw what it was as he approached.

With green eyes, gray fur, a scarlet tongue, and snow-white teeth, this is a wolf, a desperately hungry gray wolf!

Bu Wen remembered the terrible corpse, rolled his eyes, and fell to the ground.

The gray wolf approached vigilantly with greed in his eyes.

Suddenly, its ears pricked up, and it jumped back flexibly. A stone smashed into the snow in front of him, and a golden figure rushed towards this side, blocking between the gray wolf and Buwen, a golden monkey with a bamboo stick.

"Squeak......" The golden retriever monkey bared his teeth and grinned, his face was fierce, and the stick in his hand flickered up and down, pointing at the gray wolf's eyes, kidneys, chrysanthemums, and lower body.

The golden retriever monkey was not big, and it was a little bigger than an ordinary monkey, four feet tall, but the gray wolf seemed to be very jealous of him, and did not want to conflict with it, so he clamped his tail and confronted the golden retriever monkey for a while, and slowly retreated.

The golden monkey turned his head, looked at him without asking, took him under his armpit, and sped into the white woods.

In the dark, I don't have to ask you to wake up. The first thing you see is the black roof of the cave.

When I turned my head, I saw the light of a jumping fire, and a monkey covered in golden hair by the fire.

"Yuanbao?" Don't ask, the throat is very dry, the brain is groggy, but there is surprise in the tone.

The golden retriever monkey jumped over, squeaked with joy, touched Buwen's forehead, touched his bare head by the way, then turned around, rummaged through the boxes and cabinets in the corner and found a few herbs, put them in his mouth and chewed them, then spit them out and poured them into his mouth.

He didn't want to push away with a disgusted face, but he was only eight years old, and although he was about the same size as the golden retriever monkey, his strength was too far behind, and the bitter herb was forced into his mouth, and then he poured it into a mouthful of hot water.

Coughing again and again, he looked at the golden retriever monkey with an aggrieved face. The golden monkey opened his mouth, looked into his mouth, and saw that the medicine had been taken without asking, and touched his head with satisfaction.

Without asking to slap the monkey's paws, his cheeks puffed out angrily, and the golden retriever ran away with a grin.

"Yuanbao, you villain!" scolded angrily, and the immature child's voice echoed in the warm hole.