Miao Congshu's butt hurts a little, Yu Fuli is very cautious in his attacks, and he is not as fierce as he beats.

I suddenly felt the touch was good in the middle, soft, smooth and bright, especially suitable for kneading and pinching, so I rubbed it like dough. He was concentrating on rubbing, without any evil thoughts, and Miao Congshen was extremely sad and wanted to tell him that the dough actually needed liquid to pour.

Miao Congshu implicitly reminds: "Wet and wet, the feel is better."

Yu Fuli looked up at him, "You really have amnesia? Could it be that you pretend to have amnesia to escape from prosecution?"

What to escape? What to pursue? It doesn’t feel good.

Miao Congshu's face was upright: "Of course I forgot it all. Is it fun to pretend to have amnesia? Don't speculate on me anymore. I actually have no other intentions." He grabbed Yu Fuli's hand and put it on his hips, and said, "Please continue, don't be polite."

When he tilted his head, closed his eyes, kicked his feet, and his soul flew out of the sky, forgetting the existence of his body, Ren Da Ren Ji Took Ren Ji, and he was very obedient and speechless.

He was like this, and Yu Fuli could not fight any longer.

He simply lifted his pants up, then hugged the person and lay down without wanting to move.

I just slept in the afternoon, and no one is sleepy right now.

Miao Congshu asked: "Can I recover my memory?"

Yu Fuli: "You can wait until your cultivation comes back. Your spiritual roots are damaged and your sea of ​​consciousness is unstable. I will cure the schizophrenia in two days."

Miao Congshu responded, and couldn't help but ask, "Who harmed me?"

Yu Fuli: "I."

"Hey?" Miao Congshu was surprised.

While combing Miao Congshu's long hair, Yu Fuli said, "You are implicated by me. If I hadn't been arrogant and not careful enough, you would not have suffered those undespicable disasters." Compared to the way of heaven, he blamed himself for his mistakes.

Because Miao Congshu was in his sleeve, his eyes were almost scattered by the way of heaven.

Yu Fuli couldn't imagine that if the Heavenly Dao plotted successfully and Miao Congshu was gone, what should he do?

Thinking of this, Yu Fuli hugged Miao Congshu tightly and buried his face in his shoulder. Miao Congshu was strangled and felt a little painful, but he felt the dense and surging uneasiness and darkness coming from the men beside him, which made people almost suffocate.

Miao Congshu stretched out his hand, turned over, hugged Yu Fuli in his arms, and silently told him that he was safe and sound.

**

After the wind and snow, the weather clears up and the sky is as blue as washing.

The peach trees in the yard bloom overnight, and crimson flowers fill the branches, becoming the only strong color on the top of Kunlun Mountain, which is covered with snow all year round.

Outside the wooden house fence, the falcon skull hid behind the wooden stakes, but the wooden stakes could not hide its round body.

It stretched out one foot and stumbled and tried it, and suddenly retracted. After a while, it felt that there was no danger and showed half of its face to observe it secretly, just in time, facing Miao Congshu, who was lying on the window frame and smiling.

Miao Congshu waved, and the falcon saw that Yu Fuli was not there, and immediately jumped over happily, like a ball filled with iron lead hitting straight into his arms, screaming and holding his head.

"Don't rub it, it's too itchy."

Miao Congshu pulled a handful of falcons and fleece feathers, then jumped out of the window, walked out of the wooden house, and arrived at Jinghu.

The lake is clear and the silverfish are in groups.

There is a small boat in the middle of the lake, and Yu Fuli is fishing in the boat. From a long distance, he knows that Miao Congshu is on the shore.

The small boat was blown by the wind to Miao Congshu, and Yu Fuli said, "Miao Miao, come up."

The falcon cub spread his wings and flew into the sky. Miao Congshu jumped onto a small boat and came to Yu Fuli. He saw a fish basket beside him.

There are already seven to eight silverfish in the fish basket, and they are very lively.

Yu Fuli: "You like to eat this fish. When you go back, you can make it for you to eat."

Miao Congshu has no memory, but seeing these fish are transparent and tender, the flesh is particularly exciting to the outside, so he is looking forward to it.

Yu Fuli pinched his neck, then took out a pile of red and yellow fruits from his sleeves and stuffed them into the seedlings, allowing him to eat them slowly when he was bored in his spare time.

Yellow fruit is a gourd fruit with yellow skin and yellow flesh, with a lot of sweet juice and a sweet aroma of fruit. The red fruit has soft thorns on the skin, but after peeling it, it has a white crystal pulp, which is seedless and refreshing, and has a strong sweet taste.

The two fruits have different tastes but are both delicious and abundant spiritual energy. They are very precious spiritual fruits in the cultivation world.

I had eaten gourd fruit before. It was a rare treasure of heaven and earth. Ordinary monks could advance by eating two or three, but it was a waste to give Miao Congshu. Because he couldn't lock in his spiritual energy, the spiritual fruit only served to warm his hands and feet when he got into his mouth.

Miao Congshu was not discouraged, and it didn't matter whether he practiced or not. Anyway, Yu Fuli said that his cultivation would come back.

He believed Yu Fuli's words, so he would not be sad if he was not stubborn.

When he ate the third gourd fruit, Yu Fuli reminded him to eat the red fruit: "It can lock in spiritual energy. Although it cannot bring you back to the cultivation level ten years ago, nor can you cure your spiritual veins, it can temporarily allow you to have cultivation level."

Miao Congshu thought it was quite magical, so he ate the red fruit, and the spiritual energy in his body was really locked.

The stubborn diseases accumulated ten years ago improved with the restoration of spiritual energy. He felt energetic, and the fatigue and distress accumulated on his body day after day suddenly disappeared.

The vision in front of him lit up, and the world he saw was unprecedentedly clear and bright.

Miao Congshu was invisible or heard for a while, but later he was cured by Monk Naisha, but his vision and hearing were not very good.

Now he can see the shape of a small snowflake in the distance clearly. He moves his mind at will and unconsciously releases his spiritual consciousness.

The spiritual consciousness spreads around like spider silk, as if a curious child pokes here and looks over there. The gray clouds and the falling snowflakes can still feel the cool touch, and will not hurt people.

Suddenly, he dived straight down, and as the falcon claws crashed into the clear mirror lake, he found that the black ball-like falcon turned into a rather strange black-backed and white-bellied whale.

This whale was actually the body he possessed yesterday that he tore up the shape-shaping talisman?!

Miao Congshushang had no time to express his surprise, and a small wave came towards him, and his spiritual consciousness was shattered.

After a dizzy moment, the spiritual consciousness fell between the strange mountains. He floated forward swayingly, and suddenly heard the sound of tiny conversations. The spiritual consciousness was attached to a small bird monster in the middle of the treetops, looking down curiously—

But there were dozens of monks below, all of whom were beautiful but now they were covered in dust and quite embarrassed. They were divided into three factions, with the largest number of people being two teams led by Yue Jingchi and Yu Tanghong.

There are only two people in the third team, namely Naisha and Yue Qingguang.

Miao Congshu's heart moved and saw that the two were not injured and there was no danger for the time being, so he calmed down to understand the situation.

After listening to the conversation between Yue Jingchi and Yu Tanghong, we realized that when they were about to rest, the space suddenly changed and everyone was swept into the depths of Kunlun's most dangerous mountains.

There are already extinct human-eating monsters everywhere around, which are extremely fierce.

They were tired of dealing with it and were unable to use teleportation talismans and music transmission notes. Even the defensive spiritual weapons they carried were easily torn apart.

At this time, the alien grass Danrongmu worn by Yue Qingguang, which could avoid monsters, became a coveted treasure. After Yue Jingchi and Yu Tanghong knew about it, they gathered teams to surround Naisha and Yue Qingguang.

The two of them couldn't beat them, so they handed over the strange grass with a sensible appearance.

As a result, Yue Jingchi and Yu Tanghong began to compete for Dan Rongmu. After fighting each other, they stopped to discuss who Dan Rongmu should give.

Yu Tanghong couldn't refuse: "Dan Rongmu is put here."

Yue Jingchi had a firm attitude: "No."

Yu Tanghong pressed step by step: "Yue Jingchi, if you are willing to give in, I can open the business roads in the Ten Cities of the East Wilderness to give you convenience. What's more, I can help you connect with the Demon Realm of Baiyujing and help you become the leader of Baiyujing."

Yue Jingchi shook his head: "What you said is not as important as the God Lord." The alien grass Dan Rongmu was in his hands, and he was not afraid of Yu Tanghong's threat at all. "Yu Tanghong, you can't beat me. In the end, we will only lose both sides. Why not join forces to get out of Kunlun Mountains?"

Yu Tanghong sneered, scolded her, pulled out a long whip with lightning attributes and swung it towards Yuejingchi. Yuejingchi avoided, and the tail of the whip swept across the big tree where Miao Congshu was. The lightning flashed instantly killed the bird-like monster he possessed.

The spiritual consciousness was broken, Miao Congshu's eyes turned black, and when he opened his eyes, he saw Yu Tanghong and the others fighting with a big demon.

It turned out that the movement of their fighting just now woke up the sleeping monster here. The monster was furious and bit several monks to death and rushed straight into the crowd.

Yuejingchi sacrificed a strange grass elixir tree, and the demon was afraid to approach, and became even more irritable if he couldn't vent his anger.

Yue Qingguang and Naisha were also hiding in the crowd, and Yue Jingchi would not ignore them. But Yu Tanghong scattered his anger on Yue Qingguang, and took advantage of the situation where the people were not prepared and pulled Yue Qingguang out with a whip.

The big demon roared and rushed over, his bloody mouth was about to bite the blue light.

Naisha jumped down in horror: "Fellow Daoist Yue——!"

In the midst of lightning, Miao Congshu's spiritual consciousness rushed over, controlling the demon and throwing out the Qingguang that was bitten into his mouth. Miao Congshu's spiritual consciousness was like a toddler at this time, and when he turned around, he saw the spiritual consciousness in the shape of a demon roaring and rushing towards him. The next moment he was pulled back by a force.

The big monster was puzzled.

Miao Congshu's ears were Yu Fuli's low voice: "Come back."

He opened his eyes and his head hurt: "What's wrong with me?"

"You have run too far." Yu Fuli relieved his head pain and then said: "You are not stable in your cultivation now, your spiritual sense is running around, and you dare to attach yourself to the group of ferocious monsters. You are lucky if you are not torn apart on the spot."

So dangerous?

Miao Congshu scratched his chin, thinking that he was really living too safe, and he didn't know how dangerous the world of cultivation was. Even in the mortal mountains and forests, there were big insects and beasts killing people, not to mention that this was still in Kunlun.

Miao Congshu admitted his mistake and pulled Yu Fuli's sleeve: "There is a group of monks in the mountains, and they are being chased by monsters..."

Yu Fuli didn't want to pay attention to the others, so he sat on the side of the boat to concentrate on fishing, raised his hand and pinched Miao Congshu's neck and said, "Those people came in voluntarily, they were not greedy, and life and death are born and died, you don't have to worry about it."

Miao Congshu held Yu Fuli's palm, poked his palm, and then said, "It doesn't matter to others, but if there are my friends in the crowd, can you bring them out? Lao Yu, just put them in a safe place."

Yu Fuli raised his eyelids: "What are you calling me?"

Miao Congshu paused and said tentatively: "Old Yu?"

Yu Fuli said softly, his expression as usual, without much change. But Miao Congshu felt that his mood became very good in an instant. He kissed Yu Fuli's palm, crawled to his ear and shouted a few words, Lao Yu, trying to blow the wind in his ear, and taking the opportunity to make some small requests.

For example, "Old Yu, save my friend." "Old Yu, I seemed to have touched the threshold for practicing. Tell me how to control my spiritual consciousness, use magic, etc., all of them were responded.

Later, he was lazy and didn't want to move, so he poked Yu Fuli with his toes and asked him to help peel the shell and stuff the fruit into his mouth.

Yu Fuli refused to agree, thinking how could he indulge in this way?
To be continued...