The colorless old monk was the second one to leave. He had no intention of returning to Wutai Mountain, but flew to the front mountain of Samsara Peak. It seemed that the old monk had not finished his ordinary thoughts and wanted to get involved in mundane matters.
After Wu Se left, Guo Bier lingered.
When she came, she and the colorless old monk traveled through the space channel opened by the big head, but now they have to fly by themselves when they leave.
This made Guo Bier a little dissatisfied.
Said: "Nightmare, I live a bit far away. It's on the edge of the West Sea. It's a hundred thousand miles away. If I fly back, it will take at least ten and a half days. It's dry today, and flying for a long time is not good for the skin. Otherwise
Will you send it back to me?
You have erased all my memories when I came here. I don’t even remember how I came here, nor what it feels like to travel in the four-dimensional void space. I want to experience it again.”
Nightmare Beast said: "You want this handsome beast to spend his mental energy to send you back?
You are so beautiful! However, if you want to travel to the fourth-dimensional void space, this handsome beast can help you. There is no concept of time there, and you can wander in the void space forever and ever, achieving true eternity!"
Guo Bi'er was startled and waved her hands quickly: "I won't bother you anymore. Many people from our holy sect are in Cangyun Mountain, and my daughter is also there. I'm going to find my daughter. It's a long journey, and we never have to see each other again!"
We will meet again indefinitely!”
Guo Bier also left, going in the same direction as the colorless old monk, also to the front mountain.
Before she left, she left the remaining dozen bottles of Black Jade Intermittent Ointment and said that it would be best to change Ye Xiaochuan's medicine every three to five days. Now that Ye Xiaochuan has lost all his cultivation and cannot heal his own injuries, he relies on Black Jade Intermittent Ointment.
It will take two months for the bone to fully heal.
There are only three people left in the valley now.
The old storyteller is standing, and there are two others lying on the ground.
Plus a cute giant panda.
The old storyteller knew that the Nightmare Beast must be around, so he was too lazy to talk to the Nightmare Beast. He walked to Ye Xiaochuan and reached out to grab the huge Chaos Clock.
I don’t know what method the old man used. The Chaos Bell that could only be controlled by Ye Xiaochuan suddenly shrank rapidly under the control of the old storyteller, and finally turned into a small black and yellow bell that was smaller than a palm.
The Chaos Clock and the things on Ye Xiaochuan were wrapped in the wolf skin ripped off from Ye Xiaochuan.
As I was packing the box, I suddenly felt something was wrong and opened the wolf skin again.
His old hands gently stroked the wolf skin and murmured: "No way, no way...it turns out to be the wolf skin left by the ancestor?"
He suddenly turned his head and looked at Ye Xiaochuan, who was wrapped as a mummy, with light shining in his cloudy eyes.
Nodding gently: "It's interesting."
This time I didn’t need to pack it in wolf skin. I found a piece of rag, wrapped the things well, and inserted Ye Xiaochuan’s edgeless sword into the baggage.
Then he carried Yuan Xiaolou to Ye Xiaochuan's side.
Looking at these two people in a severe coma, the old storyteller was in trouble.
How to take them away from this deep mountain and old forest?
When I was worried, I saw the big panda.
His eyes lit up and he seemed to have an idea.
He ran away and came back soon.
There is also a long black bamboo in his hand.
He found Ye Xiaochuan's edgeless sword from the baggage, chopped the black bamboo into pieces, and then took out a bundle of hemp rope and began to tie it up.
After half an hour of his unremitting efforts.
At almost noon, a sledge made of black bamboo was taken shape.
He was very proud of the fruits of his labor and kept praising himself as a genius.
The manufacturing method of sledge is very simple, and it is one of the most common transportation tools in the world.
It can be pulled by oxen or horses.
In some colder climate areas, there are also sleds pulled by dogs, which are called sleds.
The old storyteller was quite old, so it was naturally impossible for him to carry these two young men on his back.
So he made a big sledge.
Considering that both Ye Xiaochuan and Yuan Xiaolou were in a coma at the moment, he neatly laid bamboos of similar length and thickness on the sledge, and covered them with Ye Xiaochuan's big wolf skin.
In order to prevent the bumps in the mountain forest, he also made guardrails on both sides of the sledge to prevent the two injured people from being shaken down.
After the sledge is made, you can't be the animal pulling the sledge.
So, the old storyteller touched his chin and cast a malicious look at the big panda sitting next to Yuan Xiaolou.
"Your ancestor was once Chi You's mount, so if you are used to pull a sledge, you are not overqualified!"
He made a rein out of a rope and put it on the big panda.
Of course the giant panda won't cooperate! It's a joke, it's an ancient beast with spiritual intelligence and can awaken its bloodline at any time. How can it pull a sledge?
How can you still hang out in the national treasure world in the future?
The old storyteller begged and threatened.
The giant panda remained unmoved.
The old storyteller also has his own tricks.
He had long seen that the big panda seemed to be very affectionate towards Yuan Xiaolou. He rolled his eyes, pointed at Yuan Xiaolou and said: "You are saving her. If we don't get out, she will die! She will die again!"
If you die, I can’t be saved!"
The big panda seemed to understand what the old storyteller said. He looked at the old man and then at the Yuan Xiaolou pointed by the old man.
In the end, it still feels that its dignity as a mythical beast can sometimes be temporarily put aside.
The big panda didn't resist anymore, and the old storyteller tied the reins around it easily.
Then he carefully carried Yuan Xiaolou and Yakinogawa onto the sledge.
He also wanted to lie down on it, but Jue's sledge was made smaller, so he simply climbed onto the back of the big panda.
The big panda mumbled, it thought it would be okay to pull Yuan Xiaolou, but if it was allowed to be ridden by this old man, it would be a big problem.
He shook his body vigorously, trying to shake the old storyteller off his back.
However, this old storyteller was quite capable, and his internal organs almost came out of his throat, but he still sat as steady as a mountain on the back of the big panda.
The big panda was helpless and had no choice but to accept his fate and give the fat old man a ride.
The giant panda started to move, dragging the sledge towards the north.
In fact, no matter where he goes, the old storyteller is not worried.
He knew that the big head was nearby. In the spiritual realm of the big head, even the Sumeru masters would not be able to detect the existence of the three people and one national treasure. They could just walk past those cultivators searching the mountain with arrogance.
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The sledge was well made, and the two bamboo poles below were sliding smoothly. With Minogawa and Yuan Xiaolou lying on them, it was not too bumpy.
After walking out of the valley, the old storyteller began to speak.
Said: "Nightmare, I don't know how long I have to hide. How about you show up and ride on the sledge I made myself, which will save you some energy."
Big Head said triumphantly: "This handsome beast has always been on the plow, but you can't see me!"
