The Wangchuan River under the moon is much calmer and sparkling.
Zhao Yun and his mustache were moving as fast as the wind, and they had lost count of how many quick-moving talismans they had changed.
Naturally, all that is consumed are Zhao Yun's quick travel talismans.
For this reason, the mustache looked at Zhao Yun more than once, with profound meaning in his eyes. The little martial arts cultivator next to him might be a talisman master, otherwise, how could he have so many quick talismans.
Zhao Yun was silent all the way, concentrating on understanding the clone technique.
His talent also shocked Hu Zihu. He used the speed talisman and was so fast that he could still be distracted. Moreover, he didn't hit trees or rocks along the way. No one in the Xuanyang realm would dare to be so reckless.
I don’t know what kind of master can teach such a monster disciple. If he goes to Tianzong to take the test, he will probably be admitted as an exception. Cultivation is not important, what is important is potential!
"Tonight, the weather is nice."
Suddenly, Zhao Yun's clone said such a sentence.
When the eight-character Hu heard it, he subconsciously glanced sideways with a strange expression. Previously, this clone's eyes were empty and his expression was dull, just like a puppet. Now, it can actually speak. It proves that Zhao Yun's research is quite effective. At least it has been used by others.
The demeanor and the broken clone technique cannot be fully evolved by him.
After that, there were a lot of words, all spoken by the avatar.
Looking at his expression, sometimes indifferent, sometimes smiling, various expressions and various interpretations prove that Zhao Yun's understanding is not in vain. This is just the first step. As time goes by, there will be more surprises, such as being able to perform secret techniques.
, although the combat power is low, it can still help at critical moments.
"Where are you running? Stop right there."
"Girl, can you be more reserved? I've told you before that we are not suitable for each other."
"We've already had sex and you said it wasn't appropriate. Why did you go there early?"
As they were leaving, they suddenly heard loud curses, causing Zhao Yun and his mustache to look sideways.
As soon as he entered his eyes, he saw a young man in white clothes who was as handsome as jade and was as fast as a white rainbow.
It looked like he was being hunted.
"So handsome."
This was Zhao Yun's first words after seeing the young man in white.
That guy is really handsome, with a jade tree growing in the wind, a majestic weapon, a not low cultivation level, a proper Xuanyang realm, a pair of deep eyes, a head of black hair flowing like a waterfall, and everything about his body is transparent inside and out.
There is a mysterious aura, and a trace of unruliness between the brows is difficult to conceal.
"not simple."
Zhao Yun murmured and narrowed his eyes for a moment.
The young man in white is not simple. The mysterious energy flowing through his body is enough to be mysterious and magical. He must be an ancient inheritance and not an ordinary Xuanyang realm. This can be seen by looking at his temperament. He has seen such people before.
Many, such as Lin Xie, the young master of Tianyang, and Yin Hun, the young master of Black Flame.
Looking behind the young man in white, there is a woman in purple.
That girl was really angry. She was carrying a killing sword and was chasing after her. Reflecting the moonlight, her clear eyes were burning with fire. Her beautiful cheeks were red. She didn't know whether she was ashamed or angry.
Chasing and scolding all the way is also chasing and fighting all the way without any mercy.
Whoosh!
The young man in white rushed past like the wind, running faster than a rabbit.
When passing Zhao Yun and his mustache, he subconsciously glanced sideways.
After finishing the work, we crossed the Wangchuan River.
Afterwards, the woman in purple clothes caught up with her, also looking like a ghost.
This girl was also a Xuanyang Realm, and an extraordinary Xuanyang Realm. Zhao Yun could smell the blood from her. She should be a special blood, but the concentration of the blood was... quite thin, unlike Chi Yan and the purple-haired child.
Some of them are similar, but there is no comparison with Liu Ruyan.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk, there's another one. That kid is very lucky."
The mustachioed man clicked his tongue for a while, then glanced at the young man in white.
"Do you recognize it?" Zhao Yun said.
"Sikong Jiannan, the last two characters are the key points...circle them."
"Good name."
"The name is a good name, but the character is not so good."
"How bad."
Zhao Yun asked casually and continued to study the clone.
"That guy doesn't have much, just his ex-girlfriends." The mustached man put his hands on his hands, "But let's just say, within a hundred miles, there must be an ex-girlfriend of his. There's nothing I can do about it, he's too handsome."
"I look pretty good," Zhao Yun added.
"Forget it, it has nothing to do with being handsome." The mustache glanced sideways at Zhao Yun.
Zhao Yun didn't say anything anymore. His current dignity was indeed too common. He would be thrown into a crowd and grabbed a handful. However, his face before was still very handsome.
This is the truth, as the moon god can testify.
Her disciple is quite popular with women.
After the small episode passed, the speed of the two of them increased sharply, and there were many quick-moving charms. The mustache was still bored, and Zhao Yun was still so motivated. He had been studying the clone technique all the way, and he had achieved a lot of results.
The night dispersed quietly.
This night was still not peaceful.
The pursuers of Dream Butterfly met several more waves. The two even fought with one of them, but were defeated. They were defeated not only in a single fight, but also in a group fight. Who could beat the seven or eight Xuanyang peaks?
However, fortunately, their legs and feet were numb enough, so they drove for hundreds of miles and finally got away.
In the early morning, the warm sunshine pours on the earth.
The two of them looked at the map several times before stopping. They were very close to the end. The dream butterfly in the Lord of the Rings had begun to melt. The power of the fake death elixir was gradually fading. Every time it faded, the ice would melt.
Jie then trembled slightly, as if spitting out the dream butterfly.
clank!
The sounds of swords were heard frequently, coming from Zhao Yun's clone.
The night he traveled quickly was not wasted, and he deduced the clone to a deeper level. Not only could he speak, but he could also perform simple sword moves. This was a major breakthrough. If he continued to practice, he would be able to perform many secret techniques.
Maybe it can really help in future battles.
"What a fucking monster."
Such as this sentence, Mustache has said it countless times.
The monster in his mouth refers to Zhao Yun. His talent in the true spirit realm is too scary. He has evolved the broken clone technique into a complete one bit by bit. He would definitely not be able to do it. It seems that people can't do it.
There are differences between people, it’s talent! What a good thing.
puff!
The clone disappeared again.
This time, Zhao Yun did not continue his research and looked at the Ring. Most of the ice in Mengdie had dissipated. The Ring was shaking more and more violently. It would not take long before Mengdie would forcefully spit it out. No matter how living things were, the Ring was also a
There is not a single muscle left that can breathe.
"I counted with my fingers, it should be that mountain."
The mustached man gasped and pointed far ahead, and the mountains came into view.
The birthplace of the Wangchuan River is that mountain, and the end is the hometown of Mengdie.
Zhao Yun took the first step, followed by the mustache.
When they got to the deepest point, there was an ancient town. It was surrounded by mountains and rivers. It was not accurate to call it an ancient town. It was more realistic to call it a larger village. They both walked in and looked around. They found that this place was completely deserted. It must have been uninhabited for many years.
, everywhere is in a mess, with many collapsed houses on both sides of the street, overgrown with weeds, and covered with dead leaves. At a glance, it looks desolate and desolate.
"Are you sure this is it?"
The mustache muttered and glanced at Zhao Yun.
Zhao Yun nodded slightly, his brows slightly furrowed. He thought there were fireworks in the world, but when he got here, he realized that it was a desolate place. Did Mengdie's hometown and home suffer a disaster? And her relatives, were they dead?
Migrated? There are no people in such an isolated ancient town.
Buzz!
With a trembling sound, the Dream Butterfly Ring was sent out.
Zhao Yun held it with one hand, used a wisp of gentle true essence, poured it into Mengdie's body, dispelling the last trace of the remaining medicinal power, and called softly, "Girl, I'm at your house."
Mengdie's delicate body trembled slightly and she slowly opened her eyes.
Maybe it was because she had died once, or maybe it was hard to believe this scene. After she opened her eyes, she was stunned for a long time. She stared blankly at the luxuriant grass and desolation. Where was the home in her memory, and the memory.
Where have all the people gone? Is she the only one left in my hometown?
"How...how could this happen?"
Mengdie took steps forward, her eyes filled with tears.
Her lotus steps were a little unsteady, and she stumbled all the way, looking all the way, calling with all her strength, trying her best to find a trace of tenderness, but her hoarse moans did not receive the slightest response.
Why!
The mustache sighed and sat on the ruins.
As unreliable as he is, she feels a little pity for the oiran of Zuimenglou. The hometown she desperately wants to return to is no longer the home she remembers. The loneliness and confusion make death more terrifying than death.
Zhao Yun also lamented and just watched quietly.
He could clearly feel Mengdie's state of mind at this moment.
Her long-cherished wish and obsession to return home have been replaced by devastated areas. This place has been abandoned for who knows how many years. The people here, her family, have been buried for who knows how many years. The last person in her hometown is afraid that
I can only watch the years in vain, looking for those pitiful memories.
The reality is so cruel, and the wind is so cold.
When he found Mengdie, the white-haired girl was digging hard in a collapsed tile-roofed house. Her white hair was scattered like a madman. She didn't know what she was looking for. Maybe she was looking for the bones of her relatives.
, maybe looking for the tenderness in memory, so dazed that he forgot the pain.
"girl."
Zhao Yun called out, but received no response.
Mustachio also came and glanced up and down. This tile-roofed house should be Mengdie's home.
No, she's not looking for anything, she's digging a grave.
Zhao Yun finally understood that Mengdie was digging a grave for himself.
When you reach your hometown, you are home. This is the place where he was born and raised, and the fallen leaves must return to their roots.
But she still fell, her life span was exhausted, and she exhausted her last strength.
Zhao Yun stepped forward and gently lifted her up, injecting the useless essence into her. He only hoped that this girl's death would not be so painful. Her desolation lurked the last bit of sadness in this world.
"Sir, thank you."
Mengdie's pale smile was exhausted, but also as tender as water. Her long snow-white hair covered half of her cheeks, and her pair of clear and clean eyes were also stained with a trace of turbidity that could not be wiped off, leaving them only hazy and blurred.
, his ordinary face was engraved in his soul.
"Do you have any last wishes?" Zhao Yun asked.
"Falled leaves return to their roots." Mengdie smiled.
"good."
"In the next life... I wish to transform into a butterfly, just for you... to dance for you..."