Yuncheng was a distance from Jiangyucheng. Hua Fan wanted to arrive quickly, but Gusha was injured and could not move quickly. Hua Fan had to slow down according to his speed and fly at a very leisurely speed in the sky.
The only thing that leisure is just speed, Hua Fan was already overwhelmed.
"Why do you call Mingyuexi the [land of return]?" Hua asked, turning to Yan Hanmu behind her.
Yan Hanmu paused for a moment and said, "Since you asked, I also have a question, why have you been to Mingyuexi? Brother tells you where Mingyuexi is, and why is it for?"
Hua Qian confessed: "Do you still remember the demon clan who guarded the Five Colors Summons when we were in the old house of King Yan?"
Yan Hanmu thought for a while and said, "Zheng? It turned out to be him..."
Hua nodded: "Your brother asked me to go there just to seek his help."
Yan Hanmu was a little surprised, "He is still alive? When we went to find Wusezhao, he was so seriously injured that he could no longer live." Without the need for flower flip reminders, she thought of something, "It seems that the legend about Mingyuexi being the [Return to Life] should be true. Mingyuexi water can bring it back to life when a demon is about to die."
Hua Fei almost fell from a height of thousands of feet due to excessive fright. Resurrection? Wasn't it putting it to death, but resurrection? But when Zheng Mingming told her personally that when the moon was in the middle of the sky, the spring water in the west of the moon was extremely poisonous to the demons. If it was contaminated with the spring water, it would mean death. And she also had personal experience. At that time, she did not know the toxicity of the water in the west of the moon, so she held the water and wanted to wash her face. Her hands were all eroded by the terrifying toxicity of the spring water, and blood flowed straight...
"What's wrong?" Yan Hanmu was holding A Yuan's body, and was puzzled by Hua Feng's sudden loss of consciousness.
"It's nothing... I'm just a little panicked..." Hua Fan pretended to be fine and left his doubts in his heart.
It took a whole morning for the group to fly from the city of Jiangyu to Yuncheng. Looking at the towering black city wall, the flowers were filled with some sadness of the change of things. After the war, everything was in trouble. A city after the battle was fought for without the war-torn soldiers and horses, it suddenly became much desolate. Sorrowful weeds grew on the top of the city wall, and many new tombs outside the city, one by one, like a hill, facing the scorching afternoon sun that began to set west, making people feel as if they were covered with lead.
Perhaps it was a bit emotional when touched by the scene. This scene reminded Gusha of his rebirth with his golden sword and iron horse, and his blood-licking from the blade. He looked even weaker and his physical strength was quite exhausted.
Although Hua Fan really wanted to help, he thought that when the defeated hero was in his late life, it was also the time when his self-esteem was strongest. At this time, no matter who helped him, he would never accept it.
Hua Feng sighed lightly, turned to the west, and flew towards the direction of the sun's return. After passing through large areas of weeds, the wasteland that we can see is becoming increasingly sparse, and large areas of cracked land are exposed under the shrubs in groups of three or three. Looking around, it is hard to imagine that this is the legendary Mingyue West.
Yan Hanmu patted her behind her, as if he was hesitating. Gusha, who was originally following behind, also slowed down. It seemed that he didn't believe there was any way out in the wasteland.
Hua Feng had no intention of stopping. He ignored the two of them's hesitation and insisted on continuing to travel westward. Suddenly, the large barren wasteland in front of him suddenly broke, and a shiny green shadow appeared on the horizon. The green shadow expanded bit by bit, and finally connected with his sight and turned into an endless jungle. The jungle was covered with towering trees, which was exactly the scene when Hua Feng came last time.
The leaves rustled, bringing some coolness, and the three of them shivered. The flowers turned to the memory and listened to the gurgling sounds of the water faintly heard below the view to find the place of the stream tangled in the jungle. Finally, in the gap with green shadows, I saw the winding stream like white and tinkling. The sun shone everywhere, and the entire stream turned into a silk inlaid with gold and jade.
Huafan chose a relatively flat piece of Shating in the upper reaches of the river and slowly landed, with the ancient sand following closely behind.
The shade and wetlands in the jungle were tight, and the three of them were covered in clothes.
"Since this is the water of Mingyue Creek, you might as well take it for use now." Yan Hanmu hugged A Yuan very consciously and walked along the riverside.
"Slow down!" Hua Feng couldn't help but step forward and pulled her back. Yan Hanmu turned around with a suspicious look on his face, his eyes full of doubts.
Hua rummaged out and said, "This water is a sacred object. I heard that it should not be used casually like this. Why not, let's find Zhe first."
Yan Hanmu thought about it and felt that what she said made sense.
Gusha was already very exhausted and sat on Sha Ting. He had transformed back into a human form, and sweat oozed out through the black veil mask on his face.
Hua Feng approached, but found that he couldn't do anything. He had to retrieve A Yuan's body from Yan Hanmu's arms and let Gusha hold him for the time being, hoping that he could give him more psychological comfort.
"Where does Zheng live?" Yan Hanmu asked.
This problem really stumped Hua Fei. How could she know where Zheng lives? The only thing she remembered was that when she came here, Zheng seemed to go home to get the bathtub and wooden barrel along the downstream of the river...
"It's better to find a way to attract him. Since he is not aware of his hearing, we will find something conspicuous, for example, a large fire raising by the river to attract him. What do you think?
It would be fine if she didn't say it, but when she talked about it, Hua Feng thought of the embarrassing thing that burned most of the jungle as soon as she came here.
"No...not good." She hurriedly denied.
"It's better to stay here with Gusha first. I seem to remember the direction of his residence. I will follow the river to find him." Hua Feng looked for the steps for himself, thinking that if he lighted the fire again, Zheng would definitely throw his head down into the fire pit without mercy.
Yan Hanmu nodded when she heard that she knew Zhe's residence and reluctantly agreed to her suggestion. She pulled out the long gem sword from her waist and inserted it on the sand at her feet, saying, "This sword is a record."
Hua nodded and walked downstream of the river. In fact, how could she know clearly about Zheng’s residence? There was only one general direction. Thinking to find it quickly, she couldn’t help but get in a hurry. Finally, she even saved her steps, spread her giant wings behind her and flew up.