The hardships of rushing to the road exceeded Zhang Muye's imagination.

People who practice practice suffer much more hardships than ordinary people, but An Yunqi is naturally not an ordinary person, he is simply even more iron man than an iron man.

He thought that the horses that An Yunqi said were resting, and they thought they could rest at least several times along the way, but as a result, he put the horses that were almost fainting and rested, and then bought an energetic horse to go on the road.

Although he is a practitioner, he often meditates and meditates, and can sleep for several days.

But it does not mean that you can stay awake for a few days on the horse and walk on the horse to solve the problem if you don’t take advantage of the spare time to solve the problem of excretion.

Zhang Muye is afraid that he will go to see his master soon, Master.

He quickly stepped on his horse's belly and walked side by side with An Yunqi.

"Mr. An, if this continues, we are afraid that before we can deliver it to you, we will leave it on the road."

Although An Yunqi's face was a little haggard, his body was still full of coldness, even worse than before.

"If you feel tired, you will rest, I will leave first."

Zhang Muye said, "That's not what he meant. Why is it so difficult for An Yunqi to communicate without his seniors?"

He didn't speak so much before.

"I don't mean that," Zhang Muye's eyes fell on Chu Zhiyin, "Even if we don't rest, will we not rest?"

Every three days after running, An Yunqi would ask the local doctor to consult Chu Zhiyin, ask him to summarize the situation, and then inform the doctor who followed him later.

When we go to the next place, a man on the official road would hold a note from a pigeon and tell him about the consultation situation of the two doctors.

An Yunqi's arrangements are closely linked, and there is almost no time to waste in the middle, and he can get the latest physical condition, but it is a pain that Zhang Muye cannot find a time to rest.

Zhang Muye said again: "We are conscious now and will know where to adjust the position when we feel uncomfortable, but what should we do if we feel uncomfortable?"

An Yunqi pulled the reins, and the horse slowed down.

Zhang Muye was delighted and knew that he had hit An Yunqi's weakness.

"What you said makes sense." An Yun said.

Zhang Muye happily followed the horse and prepared to get off the horse and stretch his body.

After straddling the horse for seven days, he now feels like a kind of happiness when he steps on the land.

It’s not that he is not anxious about his senior’s situation, but if this continues, he is afraid that he will wake up and will not be able to see him.

He died on the right track.

As soon as Zhang Muye was breathing in fresh air and was ready to enjoy the time of landing, he was interrupted by An Yunqi's shouts.

"Master Zhang, come and help cut bamboo."

Zhang Muye walked beside An Yunqi. Seeing his knife rising and falling, a bamboo fell down in response, and several trees were cut down in a short while.

"Mr. An, is this?"

An Yunqi threw the scimitar in his hand to Zhang Muye, took out his dagger and began to split the bamboo.

"Make a small bed for Zhiyin and make it more comfortable to lie down. If you cut two more trees, you will cut them into bamboo slices."

Zhang Muye was so shocked that she dropped her chin. She really wanted to knock on his head and take a look, but at the same time she felt like she was crying without tears.

Now he not only hasn't had a rest, but also has to do hard work, mainly after finishing his hard work, he has to continue his journey.

God, senior, why did you torture him like this?

He angrily held the scimitar and gestured behind An Yunqi, cutting the bamboo with tears in his eyes.

After doing these young faces that Zhang Muye maintained in cultivation, he became ten years older, as if he had been sucked away by a monster, and his whole body was filled with depressed air.

An Yunqi put the weaved bamboo mats and went to see the tree strips shelves on the horses. Finally, after putting the bamboo mats, he took out his own quilt and put it underneath.

Although the bed was not big and Chu Zhiyin could only curl up on it, it was more comfortable than using her butt to hold it all the time.

But the horse has to bear a larger weight and will run faster than before.

Chu Zhiyin's expression was very peaceful, as if she was asleep, but last time the doctor said that her pulse was three beats slower than before.

Even my breathing has slowed down a lot. If I continue like this, my breathing and heartbeat will stop sooner or later.

After all, he is not a Taoist practitioner. Zhang Muye is still shallow in his Taoist practice. Do they know that if the Taoist practitioners stop breathing and heartbeat, they will still be considered alive?

The real Chu Zhiyin was originally parasitized in this body. Did she give up this body and leave, or would she prosper with her body.

They didn't know anything, and didn't know any relevant information. An Yunqi was very panicked, as if he was holding an invisible thing in his hand.

He didn't know if there was or not.

So now only Chu Zhiyin's body, which can be touched, can relieve his anxiety.

When I find Taoist Zhang in Wuxian Valley, I hope to solve all the answers he wants to know.

An Yunqi went to feel Chu Zhiyin's body temperature. Although it was a little cold, it was still in a warm feeling that made people feel at ease.

He walked to Zhang Muye's horse, took out the quilt from the bag and covered it with Chu Zhiyinde in his sight.

Zhang Muye widened his eyes and silently shed two lines of clear tears in his heart.

There is no more quilts to keep warm at night.

God, senior, someone is going to abuse people indirectly.

Zhang Muye only dared to complain in her heart, but she didn't dare to resist directly.

I just hope that the days of travel will pass soon, and that when Wuxiangu, Master Uncle, can immediately awaken Chu Zhiyin.

Everything returns to normal and everything is happy.

An Yun started the horse, and when he arrived at the station ahead, he planned to buy another horse and some cotton to make Chu Zhiyin's body softer.

Run with the horse and increase the speed.

Ten days later, the journey to Wuxian Valley was halfway through. The two of them were eating and riding on horseback. Even the handsome An Yunqi could not withstand this kind of destruction.

From a handsome man to a somewhat handsome man.

Zhang Muye was even more miserable, and he turned from a Taoist priest with a breeze to a sloppy homeless man.

Why are there differences between the two people even changing? It’s just that Zhang Muye’s mind is really not very smart.

When he secretly glanced at An Yunqi slept on the flat road in the sun, he had not closed his eyes for six days with the amazing willpower of a monk.

When he saw An Yunqi's little movement, he was so angry that he was about to vomit blood, just like a poor brother who should have suffered together.

But one of them found gold, silver and jewelry, but pretended to be nothing and secretly began to enjoy the happiness.

Zhang Muye said sarcastically: "Young Master An is not afraid of hitting the tree in front of you."

An Yunqi slept very lightly and was very alert. He opened his eyes when he heard his voice.

"The horse shouldn't be that stupid."

Zhang Muye snorted unhappily. It took at least a while before he could savor this sentence seemed to have a different meaning.

The horse is not stupid, is it him the stupid person?
Chapter completed!