Chapter 12 Tracking
Wanxing Mountains, Falling Fairy Lake.
The unshaven man stood by the lake with a sword on his back, looked at the lake shore hundreds of meters away, and then looked at the center of the lake.
The center of the lake, which should have been rippling blue waves, has now been occupied by a skyrocketing icicle.
The 100-foot-tall column is as crystal-clear as it is, exuding a cold air that has never changed since ancient times, spreading continuously under the moonlight like a waterfall, and the huge lake has been completely frozen by it at this moment.
The bearded man slammed his mouth, as if he was frozen by the cold, he rubbed his arms while moving, and sighed a little:
"Tsk tsk, it's a good thing none of me caught up with them. With this scale, when you report back and come back, I guess I've been frozen in that big ice cube."
The two are exactly the man and woman who appeared outside the Buddhist hall earlier.
The woman was still wearing the tight-fitting gown with black background and red border, her exquisite figure was uneven, and the high ponytail was slightly floating behind her head. She also looked at the huge icicle on the lake, and said in a clear voice:
"It's Ran Qingmo of Jianzong."
The bearded man squinted his eyes, and suddenly stepped on his foot, and his figure disappeared immediately, and he appeared again on the top of the huge icicle in the middle of the lake.
The woman followed in a flash when she saw this, and when she arrived, the bearded man was half squatting on the ice layer, stroking the surface of the ice crystal with his hand.
The woman looked around and looked down from a height.
The forests of hundreds of meters of giant trees around Zhuixian Lake have been razed to a large extent at this moment, which shows the fierce fighting back then.
After a pause, the woman asked the man:
"What did you find?"
The man squatted on the ground, stroked his stubble, and said hesitantly:
"The other person who fought against Ran Qingmo doesn't seem to be human."
"Demon?" The woman frowned, thought for a moment and said, "There are not many monsters in the Wanxing Mountains who can fight Ran Qingmo like this."
The bearded man smiled slightly, put a palm-sized scale he picked up on the tip of his nose, sniffed it, and threw it to the woman, saying:
"It's not those old monsters, it's the female snake."
The woman glanced down and frowned: "Female snake? Can you see what it is?"
The bearded man pondered slightly, and said in a low voice:
"The qi left behind is a bit like a seven-life scorpion, and judging by the method and the remaining source qi, the seven-birth scorpion is estimated to have molted to the sixth life."
The man smacked his lips, sighing a little: "Tsk tsk. The six-turn seven-life python can completely stabilize the human body in another life. It is probably an important figure from the snake demon clan in the foreign demon country."
After a pause, the man stood up with a rare serious look on his face:
"It was frozen by Ran Qingmo with this icicle, showing that the main body escaped from the trap. Judging from the situation, Ran Qingmo doesn't seem to want to confront her head-on."
The woman frowned even tighter, and said:
"You mean, the third son was captured by Ran Qingmo?"
The man didn't answer immediately, but thought for a long time before shaking his head:
"Not sure, at least when he fell into the fairy lake, Ran Qingmo wanted to protect the third son. Notify the eldest son and a few other people that we found the whereabouts of the third son."
A trace of doubt flashed in the woman's eyes: "But we are now"
"Let's track all the way, and the person who kidnapped the third son didn't make a detour."
The man interrupted with a wave of his hand, standing on the top of the hundreds of feet of icicles, staring at the towering mountains like giant beasts in the distance:
"They are going to Tianmen Mountain."
The wound on the white tiger's back was hideous and terrifying. Although the scabs had scabbed over, the bright red that had previously spread on the white tiger's snow-like fur was still glaring.
When he first arrived in this world, Xu Yuan, who had never been in contact with cultivation, could not deduce more information from the shape and depth of the wound.
But just the fact that Baihu was injured is enough.
While he was in a coma, the two of them were able to rush to Tianmen Mountain from the original place in four days, and it must be the white tiger who supported him to move forward.
The white tiger, which was his means of transportation when he was unconscious, was injured by an attack from a foreign object while Ran Qingmo was with him.
During the four days of coma, what happened seemed to be longer than he imagined.
While his thoughts flashed, Xu Yuan looked around again.
Pieces of snow fell from the sky with the bleak cold wind. Under the heavy snow, a blood-stained animal bone could be faintly seen.
This discovery immediately made Xu Yuan's heart sink. He glanced at the thin snow wolf on the ground and sighed slightly.
The blood-stained skeleton should be the food that the white tiger caught and ate earlier, and with the size of the beast's skeleton, they stayed in place for at least a day.
Time of day.
There were soldiers chasing behind, what made Ran Qingmo stop to rest?
Xu Yuan looked at the woman in black sitting cross-legged on the snow.
Moonlight caressed her veil, and her ink-like robe moved with the wind, like a beautiful sculpture.
Thousands of thoughts flashed through Xu Yuan's mind, and he took a deep breath:
"You are injured."
His voice was soft, drifting away with the cold wind in the mountains.
"Um."
"Heavy?"
"Somewhat."
The speculation was confirmed, Xu Yuan raised his hand and rubbed the center of his brows, then glanced back at the boundless forest below the mountain:
"What about the other party?"
"Her injury is lighter than mine."
“.”
Xu Yuan was silent.
He thought of the back injury of the white tiger, it should be him who hindered her.
The wind is bleak and the sky is full of stars.
After a long time, Xu Yuan spoke again, speaking very seriously:
"Feel sorry."
“.”
Ran Qingmo didn't answer, but closed his eyes and said calmly:
"Since you are awake, go up the mountain with it, and I will wait for her here."
As she spoke, she slightly raised her hand and threw a small object to Xu Yuan.
Xu Yuan subconsciously stretched out his hand to grab it, and looking down, what Ran Qingmo threw to him was a small ice crystal sword, which was as translucent as a crystal.
Xu Yuan subconsciously asked:
"This is?"
Ran Qingmo opened his eyes and glanced at the big white tiger beside him:
"If it changes, crush it."
A daze flashed in Xu Yuan's eyes.
Just now he was still wondering why the white tiger had been so obedient to Ran Qingmo in four days. It turned out that Ran Qingmo had tampered with the opponent's body.
Slightly silent, Xu Yuan didn't say much, held the ice crystal sword in his hand, and climbed directly onto the back of the white tiger.
When he touched the blood-scabby wound on the white tiger's back, Xu Yuan clearly felt the trembling of the huge figure below him.
Fortunately, apart from this, the white tiger had no other major reactions.
Riding on the white tiger, Xu Yuan once again looked at the black-clothed woman sitting cross-legged at the side, fell silent, and said in a low voice:
"I will wait for you at Xuantianya on the top of Tianmen Mountain."
“.”
After a moment of silence, Ran Qingmo's voice was as quiet as when we first met:
"Need not."
Xu Yuan stared at her, and repeated without haste:
"I said, I will wait for you in Xuantianya."
“.”
Ran Qingmo blinked her beautiful eyes with a little doubt.
She was trying to understand why the man in front of her insisted on waiting for her.
Xu Yuan didn't explain, but just stared at her calmly.
If Ran Qingmo doesn't come, he can only jump off the cliff.
With the original body's 3 points of fortune, not to mention the cave, if you jump down, you will be hanged to death by the convex wall in half of the free fall.
Ran Qingmo couldn't figure it out, and shook his head lightly:
"I left an air machine on you, I can find you."
Xu Yuan randomly made up, word by word:
"Dongfu can shield the air machine."
Ran Qingmo was silent.
For a while,
She slowly opened her eyes, raised her head slightly, and looked at the young man in brocade robe who was riding a white tiger under the moonlight.
Silent, staring at each other.
Finally, she nodded lightly, her red lips slightly parted under the black veil:
"good."
Xu Yuan smiled lightly: "Come early."
In silence,
The white tiger instantly turned into a white afterimage and galloped towards the top of the mountain, leaving only the black clothes like black ink sitting on the blank snow.
(end of this chapter)