After the awakening of the sick doctor, there are many evil friends

"This is the foot of the mountain, you go up the mountain with me." Jiang Su twisted his stiff neck, raised his head after exercising his hands and feet, and said.

She wants to lead Fang up the mountain and into the Shifang Gate.

"Fang Zhe is different from Chen Zeshen. He has a definite illness that needs my treatment, but I am not capable of treating Chen Zeshen's intermittent convulsions and tantrums." The girl had already made up her mind.

A few days ago, she had already asked her father, Jiang Shuiliu, about the diagnosis and treatment of spiritual consciousness, but now it is difficult to practice it.

"I have some methods to heal your sea of ​​consciousness. It may have little effect at present, but it is useful."

Jiang Su quietly waited for the man in red to answer.

At the foot of the mountain, there is a large formation protecting the mountain, and there is a cold wind blowing through the formation from time to time, and the summer is full of greenery, which should not be the spring mountain.

"Well, good." Fang Zhe responded quickly, caught in the ears of the girl who fled in the wind.

The answer was not unexpected, the girl raised her eyebrows slightly, took off the waist badge and handed it to Fang Zhe.

He muttered in his heart: "He was the one who came to me by himself, how could he reject me."

When a stranger enters the Immortal Sect, unless he has a formal guest, he will be crushed to pieces by the mountain guards the moment he enters the mountain.

Jiang Su has seen that the last minced meat for Rhubarb at the foot of the mountain was an evil cultivator who wanted to sneak in.

"Rhubarb! Rhubarb!" Thinking of this, Jiang Su suddenly missed the black-haired spirit dog.

There was a "snoring—" sound in the grass behind him. After the rustling noise, a half-human-tall black spirit dog walked out slowly, dragging its long tongue on the ground, dripping saliva into the soil. His eyes were red, his fangs covered his chin, and he was extremely vicious.

Half the height of a person, referring to the half height of Dong Yiyi, Tong An and others, but when it comes to Jiang Su's place, it is fully higher than the chest.

"You're here, Rhubarb." Jiang Su walked forward to meet it, took out a big bag of meat from the storage bag, and squatted beside the spirit dog with the bag in his arms.

"This is eaten by the mortals in the central capital. It tastes good. I just took some. You can taste it."

The black dog called Rhubarb lowered its head and sniffed, its wet nose was covered with dried meat, its long tongue was rolled up from the dust, and it chewed and swallowed whole with its own red tongue and dried meat.

After a long while, the mopping tongue bleeds from the cut and dripped to the ground. It took out a pill from the girl and threw it into the black dog's mouth.

"Why do you still eat like this, it makes me want to taste the taste of my own tongue, I've never..." When mentioning this, the girl suddenly froze.

She has eaten.

One month ago, when food is the sky, she and Fang Zhe met for the first time that day, and she was eating her own tongue-rolling duck.

Fang Zhe is not stupid at the moment. Seeing the girl looking at him, he blurted out his confusion: "It is black, is it rhubarb?"

Why is this spirit dog called rhubarb because it has black hair?

Jiang Su suddenly became irritable when he heard this: "You want to care? It can't choose its own fur color, so I'll call it Rhubarb!"

The girl patted the head of the black dog which was lowering its head to eat. The black dog didn't get angry, but stopped and whimpered.

"Yeah. Got it, I'm going back."

Jiang Su got up with a look of understanding, lazily responded and walked towards the mountain road.

"Come here, Fang Zhe, this is your first time going up the mountain. You have to walk the mountain road and knock on the mountain gate, or you won't be able to get in even if you take my waist card. You must be sincere and sincere when knocking on the mountain gate, otherwise the magical artifacts left by the ancestors will be destroyed." will throw you out straight away."

"Oh, by the way, it doesn't matter if you have a high cultivation base. We are the number one sect in the Southern Region, and our ancestors have the same cultivation base as you or higher than yours. We have produced many before, leaving behind a variety of magic weapons. "

"You better be good, or if you are hanged, I will throw you down and feed you rhubarb."

The mountain road is steep, surrounded by the clear sound of spring water colliding with moss and fragile rocks. The spring water flows down from the top of the mountain and forms a small waterfall several times for the body to practice.

Water splashes fall on petals of white wildflowers.

The girl's voice echoed in the open forest, the larks chirped in response to it, and Xia Chan was talking endlessly about Qiu.

Fang Zhe was silent at the right time, walking behind the girl, his empty pupils were stained with dark green.

It is forest color, it is plain color.

Jiang Su didn't talk that much, since the original work was awakened in the sea of ​​consciousness, he was even more reticent, and he couldn't say a few nice words.

She herself would subconsciously turn words into sharp knives to cut off the 15-year friendship with her fellow disciples, but... she couldn't bear to cut off the little senior sister whose roots were scattered all over her chest.

The two of them went up the mountain and said nothing else.

in front of the mountain gate.

The mountain gate of Shifang Gate is located on the mountainside, a gentle place in the dense forest.

"That's it."

The mountain gate is located on the mountain road and has a simple shape. It is a small wooden gate made by the head of Chuangzong who chopped down two hundred-year-old trees.

"Come here, knock three times." Jiang Su turned to the side, looking at Fang Zhe boredly.

"Oh, by the way, don't push too hard, you'll have to pay for it if it's broken," the girl added.

Fang Zhe's feet were steady, standing outside the mountain gate, listening to Jiang Su's words to control the strength of his hands, he was not nervous at first, but suddenly he didn't know where to start.

He knew in his heart that he had great strength.

"Boom—" the voice was clear.

"Squeak—" The wooden door shook slightly, but there was no abnormality.

"Boom—" the voice was thick and thick, it was clearly two pieces of wood, as if someone was behind them.

"Boom——" The knock on the door was as loud as the sound of a bell echoing in the mountains, causing Jiang Su to quickly cover his ears and turn his back.

"His sincerity..."

The knock on the door echoed for half a stick of incense, as if it was telling every formation in the mountains and plains that this person can enter the mountain without stopping.

When Jiang Su noticed that the branches on the tree were no longer trembling violently, he let go of his hands that blocked his ears, and used a trick to unlock his closed hearing.

She walked quickly to Fang Zhe's side, patted his arm, "It's all right, let's go."

He is really sincere... not like a perverted boss who would slaughter his entire family.

Jiang Su took the lead in pushing open the thin wooden door, and after leading Fang into the mountain, he turned around and said, "Close the door."

Fang Zhe didn't react on his expression, but turned around and pushed the two wooden doors obediently, and followed the girl's pace again.

The last road up the mountain was even steeper, and the stone steps were less than half of the girl's feet, but the monk's agility at this time showed that Jiang Su's agility was well practiced, and going up the mountain was like walking on flat ground, not to mention his agility square fold.

Two figures, one green and one red, shuttled among the trees, listening to the fallen leaves in the forest blowing around them.

After a stick of incense.

What caught the eyes of the two was the largest Shifang Gate in the Southern Region, with seven peaks, fifteen halls and three pavilions.

Seven mountain peaks are interlaced, and there are [-] halls hidden in the mist and clouds like palaces in the sky, and the Zangshu Pavilion and Bing Pavilion are looming.

It has been several years since the girl returned to her clan through the mountain gate, and she has not seen this magnificent scene for a long time.

She took a deep breath and let out a long, even breath, with a faint smile on the corner of her mouth.

Jiang Su leaned forward, grasped the ancient rusty hatchet with five fingers, and yanked it out against Fang Zhe's abdomen.

"You carry me behind your back and hold my sword,"

"I'll tell you where to fly again."

She remembered that Fang Zhe's Zhan Han Remnant Knife was invulnerable and would shatter when stepped on.