Playing the cultivation game in the world of cultivating immortals

Chapter 76 The boy on the cliff

Sheng Fei stood quietly on the edge of the cliff, motionless.

The fissure under your feet is said to be an abyss, and the smelly and unpleasant blood is still within reach.

There was some movement behind him, and small pebbles rolled outwards as the ground vibrated slightly.

It was not a good place down there. Sheng Wei slowly stretched out his right foot and stepped on the edge of the cliff, trying to stop the rolling momentum of the small rocks.

"Well! What are you doing there!"

Someone jumped from a high place and stirred up flying dust all over the ground after landing.

Well, who is that?

Sheng Fei turned around and looked around, but there was no one else around her.

The person rushed to Sheng Fei's side, grabbed her arm, and took her back dozens of steps before letting go.

Sheng Fei was stunned for a moment, and then he noticed that there were many small scars on the hand that was grabbed, and there were thick calluses on the palm between the fingers.

It's like the marks left by holding the bow for a long time.

It was obvious that this was certainly not her own hand.

She raised her eyes to look at the person coming. In front of her was a nervous young man with clean and clear eyebrows, fair complexion, and messy black hair. He had a long and thin knife on his waist, and on his back was a knife that was obviously not consistent with his height. It was too big.

An exaggerated bloody longbow.

He held a rope and quiver in his other hand. The other end of the rope fell on the high slope where he came down, and some shrill wails could still be heard faintly.

There was still blood on the knife that had not been wiped clean, and it was dripping down bit by bit along the blade.

"It's too dangerous!"

The young man had a reproachful look on his face, but his voice was as gentle as the morning breeze, which made Sheng Fei's nervous heart relax involuntarily.

She hesitated for a while, then called out the name to this familiar face.

"rock?"

"No matter how big or small you are, you should call me brother."

Sheng Wei found that Yan's eyes looked at him strangely, with a bit of disbelief. Did she say something wrong?

"Mother would definitely be worried if she knew you were here again."

Yan patted his younger brother's shoulder and wiped away the thick dust on his shoulder.

"Let's go up."

Sheng Fei glanced at the dozens of feet of high slope in front of her and wanted to tell her how to get up there. She turned around with her consciousness but couldn't detect any signs of air being drawn into her body. She was just an ordinary person.

Similarly, just like in the dream before, she lost contact with her storage magic weapon again.

"I……"

I can't get up.

I can't get up!

"I……!"

Sheng Fei's feet were nailed to the spot. When the words came to his lips, he found that he couldn't say them out, so he chopped his feet a few times anxiously.

Then, she stared dumbfoundedly at the ground beneath her feet, with her as the center, the cracks spreading rapidly around like a spider web, and soon they reached the bottom of the high slope.

Shocked, is the ground too fragile or is she too strong?

Looking at his stunned brother, Yan sighed helplessly, "Okay, don't lose your temper."

"This is the last corner of Yashan where you can see Tong Palace. I definitely don't want it to disappear."

There were emotions in the subconscious that were not his own, prompting Sheng Wei to nod. Seeing this, Yan stepped forward and held her hand.

"Let's go home."

The young man tapped his toes, as if he were stepping on the wind, and the two of them immediately crossed the high slope and landed with a crash, causing a wave of dust.

On the slope, the source of the mournful wailing was a dozen golden falcons that could only be as tall as a few adults. Their wings, which should have been as sharp as gold and stone, were cut off from their bodies and piled up casually.

To the side.

The body of the falcon was tightly tied up with seemingly ordinary hemp ropes, strung together one after another, which looked a bit funny.

When they saw someone coming up, they immediately stopped howling and huddled up visibly.

Yan pulled the rope he held in his hand, and the big falcons slid along with him, like little chickens, completely losing their majesty as a big demon.

When passing by the stream, he stopped and said, "Well, come here."

The Nether Sea of ​​Blood burns away all things, and there will always be special black ash floating on the top of the sea of ​​blood, which must be dealt with before going back.

Sheng Fei was also a little curious about his current appearance and hurriedly leaned down to look down.

After the black dust on her face was washed away, the gentle stream clearly reflected her appearance, which was clean and soft, and seemed to be the same as her original appearance. She was also about the same age, but with a little added heroic spirit.

The stream is so clear that the eyes reflected in the reflection seem to be filled with golden sand, or like a broken corner of the night, filled with stars.

"I became a boy? And...is this the Tianji Spirit Eye?"

Sheng Fei felt that a lot of carrots had entered his brain, and it suddenly froze.

Good guy, could this appear in someone else's dream, and her consciousness is possessed by someone else?

I hadn't noticed before that the clothes she wore were very similar to Yan's. They were made from the feathers of unknown birds and the skins of monster beasts. They were supposed to be pure white, but now they were stained with black ash.

It's just a black mess.

As Lian Yan said before, the identity of his body must be that of his younger brother, a young boy named Zhu Shanjing.

Iwa took off the two men's feather coats and threw them into the water. As he waved his hands, a large amount of wind surged into the stream, enveloping the feather coats and the water splashes and stirring them vigorously.

Sheng Wei squatted aside silently and observed, well, with this quickness, he must have done similar things a lot.

When he felt that the black dust was almost gone, when Yan waved his hand again, the feather coat returned to their hands, it was already soft and clean, and no water stained it.

After getting dressed, Sheng Fei followed Yan and continued walking forward without saying a word.

The current situation is unclear, and we don't know when the dream will end, so we shouldn't act rashly.

She clearly shut down the system and revoked the authority of "Tian Lingling". Sheng Fei felt that her brain was running out. In her sea of ​​consciousness, only the two closest to her consciousness were regarded as not belonging to her.

The foreign objects are most likely the culprits that cloud her memory and affect her emotions.

If her guess was wrong, what was controlling her consciousness now?

What should she do to get rid of this unwarranted control!

After walking along the stream for an unknown amount of time, something other than loess finally appeared under the blue-grey sky. A stone castle as high as a hill stood at the foot of a cliff.

In the square, Qinglu was staring boredly at the green flag on the long pole below, counting the time for his lunch break, when he suddenly saw billowing smoke approaching in the distance, and he quickly cheered up.

If you look closely, you can see two small figures leading a large string of feathered birds.

"Young Master Yan's bow skills are really getting better and better." Qinglu sighed and pushed his companion beside him, "The morning hasn't even passed yet, so I'll be back soon."

A lot has been gained.

"What's the use of making progress?" Jiang Miao lay down lazily on the ground without even raising her eyelids.

"He will no longer be the young master of Zhu Shanbei soon, and he can't take the bow with him."

Qing Lu looked at the feather robes worn by the two of them with an envious look in his eyes: "Hey, that's the case too."

"You said it's okay for Tong Gong to like Sangam, so why should you be such a fool?"

Just because he is the patriarch's son?

Qinglu was about to laugh out loud when a shadow suddenly fell on his forehead.

"Fool, who are you talking about?"

(End of chapter)