Sure enough, after passing the waterfall, there is really an endless undercurrent. Judging from the speed of the water, if you fall, you probably don't have much chance of coming back up.
There is a rope-like suspension bridge above the undercurrent, but when you step on it, you realize that it is not a rope, but woven from aquatic plants in the water.
Yan Xitong was a master of Qinggong. He relied on the power of the water plant suspension bridge to rise and fall. Yan Buhuan tied a rope around his waist and followed him in fear. The water plant suspension bridge was very tough, but once it shook, the suspension bridge would never stop.
The extreme swing makes it difficult to walk smoothly on it.
The further you go inside, the darker the light becomes.
At first there was some faint light in the undercurrent channel, but now Yan Buhuan could only hear the whistling of the wind in his ears, but could not see anything.
What surprised her even more was that the length of this undercurrent had exceeded expectations. Without Yan Xitong, she would have been able to complete half of it.
"How much longer? Senior?" Yan Buhuan was panting from exhaustion behind him. Although there was a rope around his waist, following him was still a physical job.
Yan Xitong didn't reply: "Two days and one night."
"..."
I finally understood why Yan Xitong brought her in. No one could fly Qinggong for two days and one night without eating or drinking. During the night rest, if he was alone, he would probably fall over while lying on the suspension bridge.
It is much more convenient for two people, one leaning on the left and the other to maintain balance.
I don't know how long it took, Yan Xitong slowed down, and Yan Buhuan almost collapsed. In this situation, she could hardly see anything, and she couldn't even feel herself stretching her hand in front of her eyes.
"senior……"
"Take a rest, we will continue on our way in two hours." Yan Xitong wrapped the rope around his wrist, fearing that he would lose it later and find Yan Buhuan.
Facing this mysterious man, Yan Buhuan acted very sensible. Although he had many questions to ask, he still held back.
In the silence, Yan Buhuan heard steady breathing coming from the other side.
Yan Xitong came to her unknowingly.
"Senior, you...are you really not trying to rob Bodhi Seeds from me?" In fact, what she cares about most is this. If this person named Yan Xitong robs her, she will definitely not be able to rob him.
There was a sneer from the other side: "Give me that thing, I don't even want it."
Yan Buhuan made a contemptuous gesture in the darkness.
"Apart from this question, don't you have anything else?" Yan Xitong asked with interest.
Yan Buhuan shook his head: "I only care about this."
Although his identity is still a mystery, it is not within her scope of consideration. What if he lives for hundreds of years? Does it have anything to do with her? All she wants is the bodhi seed.
"Little girl, you are much cuter than the people in Tianji Palace." Yan Xitong praised.
Yan Buhuan let out a sigh, expressing curiosity.
"Didn't your master and uncle tell you?"
"They said it, but I'm not curious." Yan Buhuan confessed frankly, and then added: "Although the master of our disciples in Penglai Mountain is Yan Xitong, it does not mean that you are him."
"Hehehe, you are very confident."
Yan Buhuan said: "This is not confidence, but a normal guess. If you are really immortal, then I can only say that I guessed wrong."
