Song Yunyi was nervous when he heard this and asked anxiously: "Master Song, do you want to arrest him too?"

Song Yinglong said, "I don't want to catch him, but the master's order is hard to violate." Song Yunyi heard that the back was as heavy as water, turned to look at Xu Han and whispered: "I'm sorry, I don't know." Xu Han chuckled and said, "It's me here to see you, it's not your fault." He blinked at her: "It's okay." Looking back at Song Yinglong: "Now do it? Or do it in another place."

Song Yinglong shook his head, "If you don't fight with you, I'm just ordered to leave fellow Taoists to talk. When the uncle comes, my mission will be completed." Xu Han really wanted to laugh. Every man was guilty of being guilty of being a treasure. He said indifferently: "If I don't want to stay for too long, what if I leave the formation?" Song Yinglong replied seriously: "If fellow Taoists have the ability to break the formation, just go by yourself; but in the breaking formation, you must stop it. Please don't blame me."

It was obviously an uprising to see money and wanted to hurt people and seize treasures, but he insisted on being open and upright. Who is this? Asked Song Yinglong: "When will your uncle arrive?"

"They are guarding near the Monster Mountain. When the fellow Taoist came, I had already sent a message. If there was no accident, I would arrive within twelve hours."

Another day? Xu Han breathed a sigh of relief and sat down and said, "How many people are looking for me?"

Song Yunyi thought he would definitely not be able to escape, so she panicked and nervous, and unconsciously revealed her thoughts. Xu Han raised his other hand, held her hands, closed it in his palm, and whispered: "I won't have anything to do."

"Really?" Song Yunyi asked with tears in his eyes.

"Really, but it may take a long time to see you next time." When I said the word "long" for a long time, I felt aching for no reason.

"As long as you are well, as long as you can see you, I will be willing to wait for how long." Song Yunyi said and she burst into tears, making people feel sad.

Xu Han didn't want to stay any longer. Maybe this time he came was a mistake, so he decided to say, "Then I... leave."

Song Yinglong heard him, and the more he heard, the more he felt something was wrong, so he blurted out, "Where are you going?" Xu Han looked at him. He let go of Song Yunyi's hands, suddenly took action to control Song Yinglong, and said, "You can't control me, and this formation can't trap me. I'm leaving." He used force with both hands, knocked him unconscious, and then spoke to Song Yunyi: "Princess, then I'm leaving."

Song Yunyi looked at all this in surprise and asked, "Are you not poisoned?"

"I've been defeated, resolved."

"Then are you really leaving?"

"kindness."

"It's really a long time before I've left to come back to see me?"

"kindness"

"Then, then you can take me away." Song Yunyi said this with a red face and tears.

"But you have parents..." Xu Han didn't expect her to say that.

"Do you dislike me? You are afraid that I will drag you down if I am stupid?"

"No, you have a noble status and a rich and frugal life. You will only endure hardships with me and are chased by others to run around."

Song Yunyi said stubbornly: "I'm not afraid, as long as you like me. Do you like me?" The sentence was divided into several sentences. The more you talk, the lower the sound, and it's almost impossible to hear.

Xu Han held her hand and said softly: "I like it."

Song Yunyi looked up and said, "As long as you want me to be with you, I will not be afraid of anything!" He looked down at his clothes, suddenly ran into the inner room, came out after a while, changed into casual clothes, held a small package in his hand, and spoke to Xu Han: "Let's go."

Xu Han's heart was filled with a feeling and happiness. This feeling instantly filled his body, making him very happy, but he still reminded: "Don't say goodbye to your parents?"

Song Yunyi shook his head slightly, went to the table to pick up a pen and leave a message, then pressed the letter with paperweight, knelt towards the direction of the palace hall. He kowtowed three respectfully, stood up and said, "Let's go."

Xu Han's eyes were sharp-eyed. Seeing tears on the floor tiles kneeling on the letter paper, she knew that she was reluctant to leave after all, and said softly: "When will you miss your parents, let's come back to see them."

Song Yunyi said with a heavy emphasis: "Thank you."

Xu Han took the small package, held her little hand, and the two walked out of the princess's bedroom. Xu Han was afraid that she would be sad, so he said funny: "Let's go now." Song Yunyi would also playfully, and urged: "Escape quickly and talk nonsense."

So the two flew north in a short distance. There were people looking for themselves in all directions. Hu Zheng had not yet killed him, so it was not safe to go anywhere. It is said that the extreme north is a place of ice and snow, with few people, so it should be safer. Of course, Song Yunyi had no objection. As long as he could be with Xu Han, he would do anything.

After leaving the border of Song State, entering the barbarian land, purchasing goods, and continuing to fly north. Half a month later, there were no green crops and towns, and the area where you entered your eyes was covered with white. Song Yunyi surrounded the thick white leather jacket, wrapped around like a bear, and exclaimed: "It's really white, really clean and beautiful." Xu Han said with concern: "Is it cold?" Song Yunyi pouted and said: "How could it be cold? Look, it's sweating." He raised his hand and wiped his forehead. Feizhi had a barrier, and it was no problem to block the wind and cold. Xu Han was worried that it would freeze her.

Song Yunyi looked left and right and asked Xu Han: "Let's go down. I haven't seen so much snow yet." Xu Han agreed. He descended, and the two of them were flying in front of him. The severe cold immediately rushed towards her. Xu Han helped her tightly wear a coat, put on a thick felt hat, and smiled and said, "Now it's cold." Song Yunyi showed off his strength, and he was wearing a snowball with his little hands: "It's not cold." Suddenly, he hit Xu Han, and landed on his chest with a bang, spreading away. Song Yunyi ran away and laughed at the idiot. Xu Han pretended to chase him, and made a fuss.

Xu Han wanted to refine some armor for her, but she didn't have castings. She didn't want to give her what she had. It was cold in front of her, so she could refine some warm clothes. When Song Yunyi was tired of running away, she wanted to use a close-fitting underwear to measure the size. Then she opened the furnace in the snow and ice, used the God Snake Skin to refine women's underwear, which was the most serious waste of things.

Song Yunyi didn't understand what he was going to do. When he took the underwear, he blushed. He saw that he was making clothes for himself for a while. He was more moved than shy. Xu Han pointed the fire spirit essence, purely made with snake skin, and the clothes were thin and white, very close to the body. Song Yunyi liked it very much. Xu Han saw her happy appearance and remembered that there were also spiritual silk cloth. According to the style of her clothes, she made several coats and a pair of silk shoes. Because the silk cloth was full of spiritual energy, it was inlaid with several formations inside to shade the spirit energy, breathable, warm, and each had its own functions. All clothes were not used with a needle and thread, and they were completely refined as a magic weapon. The cost was incalculable.

Song Yunyi liked every piece and said shyly: "Thank you." Xu Han put out the tent and said: "What did you say thank you to me? Is it appropriate to try it?"

When she changed her clothes, Xu Han's eyes lit up. The clothes made of spiritual silk were automatically without wind and were very elegant. They looked like fairies. Song Yunyi asked timidly: "Does it look good?" Xu Han said it was good, and with a move with his right hand, a snow wall rose in vain on the snow, and then wiped it with a slicker. The wall became as smooth as jade, and a mirror was made on the flat ground.

Song Yunyi looked left and right in front of the mirror, turned left and right, and was very satisfied. He turned his hand and put a red jade hairpin on his hair bun, and asked shyly, "Is it good?" Xu Han recognized the hairpin and gave it to her casually before. But she has treasured it to this day, and couldn't help but feel a little moved. He walked over and held her hand and said softly, "It looks good, it will always be good."

These days, all of them were flying in the sky. Song Yunyi was just fine when eating. Xu Han felt a little heartbroken and took out the pots, bowls, vegetables and meat he bought and cooked with a sour stove. If Lin Sen knew about it, he would definitely scold the prodigal son again.

The meal was ready, and went into the tent. The honey mixed with snow water diluted a drop of nephrite wine. The two of them ate the first dinner in the true sense. Song Yunyi frequently stood up and poured wine for Xu Han, like a gentle little lady. Xu Han suddenly became a little confused. What a beautiful emotion in the world, why do people still have to throw away the seven emotions and kill the six desires and be determined to cultivate immortality?

Song Yunyi drank for the first time, but she fell asleep after a while. Xu Han looked at her, put her pulse with her right hand, sent spiritual power into her body, and helped her run for thirty-six weeks. She took out a few more herbs and went out of the house to refine the Marrow-Breaking Pill.

On the second day, Song Yunyi took the marrow pill to relieve all the poison, and her physique was far better than before, and her ears and eyes were flexible. Xu Han prepared a bath bucket and let her do whatever she wanted. When everything was done, she looked at Song Yunyi. Her original beauty was still. She was even more beautiful and spiritual, which made people unable to bear to see her. She just turned sixteen years old, and her beautiful girl, with her graceful figure and beautiful face, was particularly agile and attractive. How could she not be attractive? Xu Han praised her for her good looks, and Song Yunyi said shyly: "I can only say these two words."

"In the past, come and try the eight-winged fly larvae of Baichuang Village. It has fried, fried, crispy and fried, with a good taste and a quick restore of spiritual energy. At the same time, our store also provides golden whip for adult tigers and wolf beasts, strengthening aphrodisiacs, which is a must-try for dual-cultural companions!"

On the street, a servant in blue was shouting loudly. Behind him was a three-story building with the plaque saying "Hundred Cuckoo Flavors". It seemed that this was a restaurant.

Xu Han was funny and asked, "Old ancestor, it turns out that there are restaurants in this market, I really couldn't imagine."

The ancestor Huangquan chirped, "What's so strange about this? You can't fast until the foundation-building stage. The immortal cultivators in the Qi Refining stage also need to eat."

"I thought they all took fasting pills."

"There are many immortal cultivators who cannot quit their appetite. How can fasting pills be as delicious as food? Not to mention the Qi Refining Stage, even the Nascent Soul Stage, there are also many who like to make some side dishes and drink a few sips. These dishes and spiritual wine have the effect of nourishing the essence..."

Xu Han nodded and smiled, "Ancestor, since we are here, why don't we go in and taste the taste of this monk's food?"

The ancestor Huangquan knew that he was reluctant to leave, so he responded and sneered, "Your fourteen spirit stones are enough to cook for a few dishes."

Alas, a silence of the hero. Xu Han shook his head helplessly and continued to move forward.

In the market of Baichuang Village, the most common ones sell insects, followed by spiritual herbs and medicinal materials, and there are several stores selling magic weapons. However, it seems that the business is light. It seems that magic weapons are valuable and there are few buyers.

Xu Han really wanted to buy a flying magic weapon, but he was so poor that he could only go in and go out...

"The low-grade flying sword can fight and fly, one hundred and fifty spirit stones."

"The low-grade magic weapon, Qinghong Ling, has a very fast flight speed and is even more effective in binding the immortal, with 210 spirit stones."

Xu Han felt itchy when he saw it, but when he thought of his own spiritual stones, he could only shake his head and leave.

The beast bone magic weapon he used was so garbage. People don’t sell such items at all. I guess they can buy three of them with ten spirit stones.

Walking forward again, his eyes lit up.

"The soul banner, made by the ancestor of Killing Dan, can store more than a thousand lives of souls, powerful and exquisitely made, with five hundred spirit stones."

"Wow, this soul banner is so expensive. I wonder how much money can I buy this hundred soul banner?" Xu Han suddenly had an idea in his heart and sold Xia Hui's hundred soul banner...

"Trump!" The ancestor Huangquan spoke again and cursed, "Can your garbage banner be compared with others? They are made by the Jindan monk, and you are made in the mid-stage Qi Refining. Although you have a living soul, they are all mortal souls. How can you compare with others?"

Although Xu Han wanted to take out the Hundred Souls Banner and show the store a price estimate, he thought of the scene he was laughed at just now, and finally shook his head and walked out of the store.

"Spirit Stone! I want spirit stone!" Xu Han shouted in his heart. He used to be worried about coming to the market, but when he came, he found that he was so poor that he could not afford anything.

"Don't worry, it's like this at the beginning." Old Ancestor Huangquan comforted him and said, "Aren't you here to buy talisman paper? If you really know how to make talismans, it's also very profitable..."

"Yes!" Xu Han slapped his head and came to the market. There were too many things and they were all dazzled. He actually forgot his main purpose.

His purpose is to buy talisman paper, and to find elixirs for my mother to cure her face.

"But why did you go so far and you didn't see the store selling talisman paper and elixirs?" Xu Han was a little puzzled. These should be the best things sold in the market, why didn't you see them? Did it really respond to his own words that the barbarian monks' skills in making talismans and refining elixirs are too poor?

This market is a T-shaped structure, with a long square in front and a straight street in the back.

Xu Han walked to the end of the street and didn't see a elixir shop. It seemed that the elixir was really nervous, but at the last one at the end of the street, he found the store selling talismans...

"Yunfu Pavilion, the name is so big. Could it be that the Yunfu Sect was opened here?" Xu Han frowned. Seeing the word Yunfu, he wanted to go to Zhang Wude's story. Isn't the Yunfu Sect the Immortal Sect in Wu Kingdom the Kingdom of Wu the Yunfu Sect?

When he walked into Yunfu Pavilion, Xu Han found that there were many monks inside, all looking for talismans suitable for him to use.

"I want that earth escape talisman."

"Ten spirit stones."

"Oh, and that ice needle curse."

"The Ice Needle Spell is a low-level middle-level, forty spirit stones."

The business of Yunfu Pavilion is really good. Although it is the last one in the market, the business is the best. Not only are there cultivators, but people are also constantly pursuing spirit stones to buy.

Think about it, this talisman is cheaper than a magic weapon. Although it is a one-time use, you can use the ice needle this time and the firebird next time, it is not as single as the magic weapon's function...

Moreover, the talisman has the effects that magical instruments do not have. For example, the earth escape talisman can escape if it cannot be beaten. There are also the talisman that runs quickly when it is stuck on the legs, and you don’t feel tired.

Therefore, low-level monks like to bring a few talismans on their bodies in case of emergency.

However, although the Yunfu Pavilion has a good business, it also has disharmonious voices.

A monk from the Northern tribe with a long robe and Confucian shirt roared indignantly, "The talisman you sell is not the talisman of the authentic Yunfu Sect! I bought a firebird spell last time and released it, and there were only a few more than fifty firebirds! The authentic firebird spell of the Yunfu Sect, there are 108 firebirds, and each one is quite a few!"

When the Northern Clan monk roared, the noise in the room suddenly became quiet, and several monks who wanted to buy talismans also stopped...

At this time, a short bald man walked out of the back room and cursed with a fierce look on his face, "Who are you? Do you understand! The Firebird Curse is fifty-six firebirds! How can there be one hundred and eight?"

When the man came out and roared, he immediately heard the barbarian monks talking to each other, "The Eagle and Bald Real People are coming out, I'm afraid you won't be wrong."

"Yes, Eagle-Bully Real Man is the best talisman master in our barbarians. How could he be wrong with what he said?"

"Yes, I heard that Eagle Bud Zhenren has been practicing in Yunfu Sect for fifty years and is highly valued. The talismans he made are all the most authentic talismans in Yunfu Sect."

Several monks said this in the crowd, and someone immediately said, "The talisman I have been buying here, the Firebird Spell is fifty-six Firebirds, right?"

The dwarf named Eagle Bud Real Man smiled proudly, raised his hand and took out a black sign, and said aloud, "You can see, I am a disciple of Yunfu Sect. The talisman produced in our store is definitely the authentic talisman of Yunfu Sect. At the same time, I guaranteed with the reputation of Yunfu Sect that the lower-grade mid-level firebird curse is fifty-six firebirds! One hundred and eight are the lower-grade high-level firebird flame curse!"
To be continued...