"Are you sure you didn't go in the wrong direction?"

Gu Qian rubbed his cheeks and heard the flying sword hitting the sand and making a crisp sound.

The flying sword under Zhang Junling's feet cut through sand and stones, and it was extremely sharp. The sand tide in the sky turned into two waves under a sword, and they all swung from behind them. Looking down from a high place, Gu Qian and Zhang Junling were like riding on a lonely boat, wandering around.

And the desert where the flying swords under me is located is really a sea of ​​sand.

In recent days, a salon swept down from the north and headed south in the eastern land. The sand where horses and horses could gallop on the siege have become difficult now. Buddhist ascetics have scattered and issued edicts to inform temples and monks in the four places to reduce going out so as to avoid wind and sand and reduce unnecessary trouble.

But we can still see that a very small number of ascetics led camels and trekked on the desert.

The camel bell is leisurely.

Gu Qian's handsome face was often destroyed by wind and sand along the way, but his character was very good. After leaving Tiandu, he first drove a horse, and the two of them rode a horse together, traveled east to leave the Great Wall of the East, and then replaced it with a flying sword... He didn't feel bored for more than ten days.

Because someone's sense of direction is really bad.

He needed to clarify the direction... and after leaving the East Great Wall, Gu Qian's "experience" did not seem to have much effect, but Zhang Junling no longer needed a human-shaped navigation like him.

Zhang Junling seemed to have a sense of Lingshan... or something in Lingshan.

Walking forward straight, there was no hesitation at all.

Gu Qian watched the same dune ups and downs for two days. If Zhang Junling hadn't told him very confidently that he would never make a mistake, he even suspected that he was taken to Yumen Pass in Zhongzhou by flying swords... It was too difficult to maintain a sense of direction after encountering the Satonspoke crossing.

"I can't be wrong."

Zhang Junling sat cross-legged at the head of the flying sword and reached her level of cultivation. He could sit cross-legged on the sand and stones of the waterfall. As long as there was a breath in his chest and abdomen, he could control the wind by relying on the emptiness. The vast amount of sand particles rose and fell around a blue shirt, and condensed into a semicircular barrier as she exhaled and inhaled.

Exhale and inhale, the sand is repeated, and the oil-paper umbrella located across the knee also ripples after rippling.

Within this semicircular flying sword barrier, Gu Qian would not be ill even if he didn't step on the flying sword. However, the young judge who was "cautious by nature" kept a twisted and barely maintaining his balance on the flying sword for more than ten days. He said depressedly: "Master Zhang Dalou, why are you so calm when you are exposed to the wind and sun for more than ten days?"

Gu Qian is already very good-minded.

Zhang Jun makes his mind better.

I thought something ulterior motive would happen during this trip... But Gu Qian found that he was thinking too much. On weekdays, Zhang Junling was just a wooden carving. After forming a magic circle, he sat down on the spot, without saying a word, and even a word would burst out from her mouth, and even the breathing sound was reduced to the lowest.

Gu Qian read many case files while in the Intelligence Department.

He vaguely guessed that Zhang Junling practiced a breathing method, and practitioners paid great attention to "qi" and the longer the breath, the more advantage they were in the fight. Often, they were done in one go. Whoever couldn't hold on first will lose first.

This is why Zhang Junling did not speak.

If I ask something, or I insist on saying something to her.

A thunderous tremor would come from the abdomen of a woman in blue. She would huh a little, or simply shook her head with her back to herself.

It's really not interesting.

Asking for directions... Gu Qian had spoken dozens of times. But this time, Zhang Junling's reply was different.

She replied to the three words Gu Qian.

"I can't be wrong."

So Gu Qian's expression was a little stunned at first, then became astonished, and moved beyond words.

Zhang Junling, who was sitting in front of the sword weapon, had not only not dried up after more than ten days of wind and sand, but her cheeks became even more lustrous and white. This white skin was not caused by insufficient qi and blood, weak and pale, but with a light rosy flowing. Her whole body was like a piece of jade. Every time the qi in her body circulated for a large circle, her complexion would be better.

Such beauty-raising skills have become the dream of the women of Zhusheng Mountain in the Great Sui Dynasty.

Even when Zhang Junling was three hundred years old, he still had such a constant appearance, and looked no different from the 20-year-old woman in ordinary secular families.

In the Lotus Pavilion, others do not know this practice method.

This is a unique breathing method. Mr. Yuan Chun only taught her... Even Yuan Chun himself has never practiced.

I don't want to.

But it cannot.

The more powerful the magic, the more picky the hell.

For example, Xu Zang's "Sword Smashing". Even if he announced the practice method of smashing swords to the whole world, Ning Yi may be the only one who can truly learn it.

"It's almost here." Zhang Junling opened his eyes, no longer cross-legged, slowly pressed his hands, and supported himself. The green clothes were flying, and his sleeves slapped the wind and sand. The woman's tone was a little apologetic, saying, "Sorry... I needed to calm my voice before, so I couldn't speak."

Gu Qian was slightly stunned.

He didn't expect that Zhang Junling would apologize to him.

From the first time he entered the imperial city, he felt that Zhang Junling... was an unpredictable person. She had a cold murderous aura that was not close to anyone, but she was not so xenophobic. She looked cold and indifferent, but she actually spoke, but she felt a little warm.

This is a very contradictory person.

But Gu Qian soon figured out the reason.

I was alone in Kunhai Cave Heaven, in a lonely retreat, no one was talking with her, and no one accompanied her to grow up.

When she stepped into this world, she was like a piece of uncensored jade.

Mr. Yuan Chun spent all his life to keep this piece of uncensored jade intact and not be defiled by the world... So she never tasted the filth of the world, nor would she feel disgusted with it.

Gu Qian sighed, shook his head and sat down. He was too tired to stand. After sitting down, the black robe rubbed against the sand and stones. There was no scene of sand jumping around the flying sword barrier that Gu Qian was worried about... On the contrary, after Zhang Junling's sword energy was washed by the sword energy, the sand could not even be cut into the corner of the cloth robe. Gu Qian was like a seriously ill old man, breathing quietly and laying down in a large shape. His arms naturally hanged on both sides of the flying sword, and his fingers collided with the sand. The comfortable itch spread through his fingertips to his whole body.

He was powerless: "You just came out of Kunhai Cave Heaven... You don't understand the worldly ways, I don't blame you."

Zhang Junling said softly: "Human relationships and worldly ways?"

"You should be kind to someone who is good to you." Gu Qian narrowed his eyes, stretched out a hand, and blocked his cheek. He smiled bitterly: "For example, are I good to you?"

Zhang Junling thought for a while.

She doesn't know what is good or what is bad.

When she was very young and had never fasted her, her master stuffed a steamed bun and put on a thick coat on a snowy night. She could feel that... this was good to her.

Be kind to her...it is to give her what she needs when she needs it.

Then Gu Qian.

It's good to yourself.

Because I need someone to guide me.

Zhang Junling nodded and said, "You are kind to me, I feel it."

Gu Qian was very tempted and sighed: "So how were you good to me before?"

Zhang Junling fell into thinking again.

She was very interested in Gu Qian... Gu Qian... along the way, he was chattering and introducing himself to the style and human relationships of the Great Sui Dynasty. He seemed to be a chatterbox and hoped to get his own response.

But because of her cultivation of qi, she basically never replied to Gu Qian's words.

What Gu Qian needed... she didn't give it.

"Before..." Zhang Junling shook his head and said, "I'm not good to you."

She added seriously: "I understand, I can give you what you want."

Gu Qian smiled sly. He lay on the flying sword and sighed comfortably, thinking that it was a child who could teach him. Finally, he asked tentatively: "Do you really understand?"

Zhang Junling nodded.

"It's too sunny, I want to take an umbrella." Gu Qian stretched out a blue medicine comfortably and made a small request. At the same time, he stretched out a hand tired and weak, pointed at Zhang Junling, and said, "Open the umbrella and hide the sun."

Zhang Junling shook his head straightforwardly and said, "Open the umbrella, no."

Gu Qian glared and said, "What did you say just now?"

Zhang Junling frowned and said, "I regret it. You can do whatever you want, but you can't open an umbrella."

Ho...woman...

Gu Qian sighed in his heart and said that she was simple and indeed like a piece of white paper, but sometimes she was as smart as a cunning fox.

Gu Qian suddenly narrowed his eyes and sat up, his expression becoming solemn and solemn, because he saw the outline of a huge city wall emerging in the sand and dust in the distance.

"Lingshan... has arrived."

It was only then that Gu Qian realized a problem.

"Hey, woman, what are you going to Lingshan?"

Gu Qian murmured, and he looked at the huge city wall looming in the salon. A few miles away, he felt a murderous intent. This was the Buddhist holy land, equivalent to the gate of the Great Sui Holy Mountain. He and Zhang Junling were undoubtedly "outsiders" who were not recognized by Lingshan.

Zhang Junling stood woodenly on the flying sword.

"Come to Lingshan... find someone and fight."

Find someone?

A fight?

Are you here to smash the Lingshan site?

Gu Qian's face suddenly became ugly.

A majestic noise sounded on the city wall in the distance.

"A new person stops—"
To be continued...