Chapter 120

Heng Xian was barefoot, his body clean, carrying a branch of water-spirited mountain peaches, looking at the crowd with a pure face.

The scene was a bit dull for a moment.

Ye Xiaoyao, Bai Ziqi, and others' joy froze, with a feeling of frustration that all their efforts were wasted.

Elder Song Rufeng's face was neither laughing nor straight, his emotions very complicated.

After a while, Ma Buyin first reacted, wiped the corner of his eyes, and jumped up: "Oh my, my Junior Brother Heng, what's going on with you?"

Xu Wei and the others also said: "Yeah, Senior Brother Heng, what's going on?"

"What's going on?" Heng Xian asked in surprise.

Song Rufeng finally adjusted his mood and said with a look of lingering fear: "What's with the corrosion on the stone wall, the human-shaped traces, and your shoes? This really gives people the illusion that you've had an accident!"

Heng Xian also had a look of lingering fear: "There were too many Flying Scale Snakes chasing me last night; it felt like they all came to chase me!

Running away was too difficult, my shoes were corroded by snake venom, and it wasn't until dawn that I barely escaped, fell down in this ghost place, and then climbed up thirsty, so I went to pick a few wild peaches to eat.

Why? You didn't think I was dead, did you?"

Everyone looked at each other, a little embarrassed; who else could they think was dead?

Heng Xian coughed: "It seems it was a false alarm! Come, eat some peaches, they are water-spirited."

Xu Wei and the others hurriedly went up to share them happily, and even Lin Shuyu didn't refuse, taking one.

Elder Song Rufeng's mood seemed not very good; he waved his sleeves and turned around: "It's fine if you're okay; it's dawn, time to hit the road!"

As he spoke, he sacrificed the "boat-shaped Dharma treasure."

A group of people had to get on the boat and continue on their way.

"Flying Scale Snake Ridge" was still 1,400 miles away from Sang Guo, which meant they had run 600 or 700 miles yesterday.

The remaining distance would take two days.

Everyone sat cross-legged in meditation, watching the sea of clouds and the mountains and rivers below, which was not boring.

It's just that along the way, Elder Song Rufeng's eyes wandered, unfocused, and he often lost his mind.

At noon the next day, they encountered a turbulent big river in front, hearing the sound of water crashing, the water momentum was very fierce.

The "boat-shaped Dharma treasure" slowed down, and Song Rufeng asked in confusion: "This is..."

Ma Buyin scanned the circle and said in surprise: "Uncle-Master, we've gone a bit off course; this is the Luoxian River, not far from my hometown,

If you want to rush from here to Sang Guo, you have to cross the river and make a turn!"

Song Rufeng said: "This old man rarely passes through this area, so the journey is inevitably a bit off; I don't know... does this river have any particularities?"

Ma Buyin laughed: "You're lucky you asked me; the spiritual aura of this river from the east and west gathers here, squeezing and swirling, causing a spiritual aura vortex to appear above.

Cultivators below the Qi Sea Realm who touch it will have disordered spiritual aura and collapsed blood vessels at best, and die immediately at worst!

We are fine, but I'm afraid the other junior brothers and sisters are in trouble!"

"Thanks to Junior Nephew for the reminder!" Song Rufeng realized, subconsciously glancing at Heng Xian's direction, "Then let's walk across the river!"

Heng Xian rubbed his nose, looking like a "good disciple who listens to Uncle-Master."

The "boat-shaped Dharma treasure" landed, and a group of people walked to the riverbank, looking around, and found a cold iron solitary bridge in front.

"Cross the bridge!" Song Rufeng walked forward first, and a group of disciples followed closely behind.

At this time, Xiao Qiyun passed by Heng Xian, suddenly took out something like rouge and prepared to apply it to her cheeks, inadvertently bumping into Heng Xian, and it all spilled on Heng Xian.

"Ah!" Xiao Qiyun exclaimed, her little face pale with fright, "I'm sorry, Senior Brother Heng, I didn't mean to; I was careless; I'll wipe it for Senior Brother Heng!"

As she spoke, she hurriedly wanted to wipe it for Heng Xian; the more she wiped, the more the "rouge" spread, and for a time, the fragrance was pungent.

Lin Shuyu, Ma Buyin, Tong Que'er, and others in front all turned to look.

Song Rufeng scolded: "How can you be so careless?"

Xiao Qiyun hurriedly wanted to kneel: "The wind was too strong, the disciple was careless!"

Heng Xian immediately supported her and said earnestly: "Junior Sister, what are you saying? Such a small matter, how could I mind? No need for this!"

Xiao Qiyun looked at Song Rufeng, and seeing that Master didn't blame her, she said apologetically: "Thank you, Senior Brother Heng, for forgiving me!"

Song Rufeng waved his hand: "That's enough; the wind and waves are too big, cross the river early!"

A group of people quickened their pace and soon got on the solitary bridge.

Song Rufeng and his two disciples walked in the front, and taking advantage of the wind and waves, Xiao Qiyun said: "Master, the disciple has not failed the mission; I have applied all the Cloud Fragrance Paste on him!"

Song Rufeng smiled indifferently: "I know."

Ye Xiaoyao subconsciously looked behind him, only to see Lin Shuyu, Tong Quezi, and others walking in the middle, and Heng Xian walking at the end alone, and asked: "Master, what are you and Junior Sister doing? Why don't I know?"

Song Rufeng laughed lightly: "I passed by this section of the river with a Senior Uncle of yours last year and found a three-headed demon pig in the river; although it only has the cultivation of the ninth level of the Qi Sea Realm, it is extremely difficult to deal with. Entangling a Qi Sea Realm cultivator, wanting to break free is harder than ascending to heaven.

And Cloud Fragrance Paste has a fatal temptation for this beast; understand now?"

Ye Xiaoyao and Xiao Qiyun looked at each other and quietly clenched their fists.

This time, let's see how Heng Xian escapes!

Heng Xian, who was at the very back, walked seriously, but his eyes were quietly glancing at the river on both sides.

Open the "Mysterious Yellow Heavenly Hexagram": "Is it certain that the beast in the river can be dealt with using that move?"

The hexagram answer: 【This thing is called a three-headed demon pig, and it is actually a descendant of the nine-headed demon pig in the Nine Heavens Vast Sea; the biggest weakness of this clan is three feet above the throat, touch it and die!

After death, take its inner Dan and hold it in your mouth, which can keep you from getting drunk after a thousand cups; it is a wonderful thing!】

"Got it!" Heng Xian quickened his pace.

Just then, the river surface on the right side of the bridge suddenly set off a monstrous wave, as if some behemoth was about to jump out of the water.

The people in front turned their heads one after another.

Lin Shuyu reacted first and shouted: "Junior Brother Heng, there is a demon thing, it's rushing at you, hide quickly!"

Song Rufeng was obviously half a beat slow: "Hmm? What is that? Hide!"

Heng Xian was slightly "stunned."

Just then, an incredibly ugly monster rushed out of the river, ten feet in size, blood-red all over, with three heads, three blood basins of mouths, interlocking canine teeth, and strange chirping sounds,

As soon as it appeared, three petal-like tongues rolled towards Heng Xian together, wrapping him up all at once.

Heng Xian only had time to pull out his spirit sword before being dragged towards the water surface with great force.

"Senior Brother Heng!"

"Junior Brother Heng!"

Everyone called out in panic.

At this time, a white figure swept over like a startled swan, jumped towards the river surface, and rushed towards Heng Xian, shouting loudly while her long hair flew: "Junior Brother Heng, give me your hand!"

It was Lin Shuyu!

This was a scene that even a highly skilled painter would find hard to capture the charm of—

Below was the raging river, the monster like a small mountain, wrapping Heng Xian with its mouth and tongue, and Lin Shuyu jumping down to save him without looking back.

To tell the truth, Heng Xian's heart skipped a beat for an instant.

He actually found it hard to understand the thoughts of people like Lin Shuyu; taking the sect as glory, dying to save fellow disciples? Are there really such upright people?

Seeing that he was about to fall into the water, it was too late to save him.

Heng Xian had to swing his palm to push Lin Shuyu away, and inexplicably, looking at her with burning eyes, said: "It's too late! Farewell, Senior Sister Lin; actually, from the first time I saw you, I..."

"thought you were not bad," but he didn't say it out.

"Pfft—"

He was dragged into the river water.

(End of chapter)