"Boom..."

There is lightning and lightning, and there is no stop.

A storm suddenly came.

The wooden kite was struggling to shuttle through the heavy rain, and the wind was too strong to control the direction at all.

"Master Wujie, it's raining heavily now. You said that the Buddha has a poisonous snake holding an umbrella, then you?" Yan Yunting shouted.

Wu Jie grabbed Muquan tightly and shouted loudly: "You're talking nonsense, land quickly, otherwise Muquan will crash!"

"Hahaha...the master also has times of helplessness!"

Yan Yunting pulled down the wooden kite and swooped down in the strong wind. The raindrops slapped on his face, like needles piercing him. Water vapor spread to the valley, and rain stains covered his eyes. Where did he knock on the landing location?

"Yan Yunting, are you okay? Such a fast speed will probably fall apart!" Su Yunying pinched Yan Yunting's neck in a hurry, and she was still very strong!

"You must blame me! I said I'll leave early tomorrow morning, and you have to set off at night... You can't let me go, I can't see the way!"

"I won't let it go. Even if I fall, I will use you as a meat cushion!"

"We're really going to crash!"

After passing through the rain, there was a mountain in front of me. With the falling speed of the kite, there was no time to avoid it!

"I'll count three times, let's dance together!"

"You are crazy, you will be killed by falling!"

"It's too late, three, two, one, jump!"

Yan Yunting hugged Su Yunying, and at the moment when he was about to crash, he jumped out of the wooden kite and immediately used his true energy to protect his body. However, due to the strong impact, he still hit the hillside heavily!

"Bang!" The wooden kite hit the mountain and broke into pieces.

"Crash..." Heavy rain poured down, the land collapsed, and countless stones fell from the hillside.

"It doesn't hurt at all?" Su Yunying raised her head.

Yan Yunting rolled his eyes, "Of course you don't hurt anymore, I'm going to cushion you!"

"You should just cushion for me. Who told you not to drive the wooden kite well?" Su Yunying looked around and said, "Master Wujie?"

"I'm here." Wu Jie climbed a rock and greeted the two of them: "The heavy rain washed away the hillside, and the mud and stones collapsed softly. It's very dangerous. Go to the top of the mountain."

So the three of them climbed up the top of the mountain along the hillside, but every step they took, they had to be embedded three feet into the ground. The hillside was originally a pile of mud and stone, and was so soft that their feet were so strong that they could not be strong.

"Don't you fly? Why don't you fly?" Su Yunying asked.

Yan Yunting said helplessly: "In the battle of Kunlun Mountain, our true energy has not yet recovered, so where can we fly?"

Wujie was skillful in light skills and could run and jump freely even while stepping on gravel. He quickly rushed to the top of the mountain first.

Yan Yunting pulled Su Yunying, you fell, I fell, and I couldn't keep up with the progress at all.

"Boom!" Suddenly, a muffled thunder exploded, and the rolling thunder echoed in the mountains. The strong amplitude was like a gunshot that caused an avalanche, and the large mountain began to collapse!

"Swish swish swish swish..." The collapsed mud and rocks stirred the mud and water, forming an unstoppable torrent of mud, and a "wave" swallowed Yan Yunting and Su Yunying.

"Help! Help!" Su Yunying kept rolling in the stone stream.

Yan Yunting was not much better, he felt that the sky was dark and countless stones hit him: "Master Wujie, go and save Yunying first!"

"It seems that this thunderstorm is the will of the Buddha."

Wujie jumped down from the top of the mountain, stepped on the rock stream to Su Yunying, carried her up and ran to the top of the mountain, and waited onto the top of the mountain. When he put down Su Yunying and planned to save Yan Yunting, but besides the surging mud, there was Yan Yunting's figure around?

"Yan Yunting, Yan Yunting..." Su Yunying lay on the edge of the cliff and shouted loudly.

Yan Yunting had already been rushed into the ditch by the stone stream. The stone stream was like a flood of lead, which was even more difficult to control than the storm. He struggled to penetrate his head and shouted in the mountains:

"Don't worry about me... Gulu Gulu... Go to Jiuli Village to meet... Gulu Gulu..."

"Bang!"

Suddenly, a big rock flew over and hit Yan Yunting's forehead and fainted.

...

...

"Bad, look, it seems that there is a person lying there!" A girl, who was carrying a basket on her back suddenly emerged from the woods by the river. She pointed to a "standed" person on the river beach and shouted.

Then a middle-aged man wearing a cloth robes and a quilt wrapped in a quilt came out, and he and the girl hurried to the river beach.

"Look at how much mud is on his body, and it was rushing over torrential rain last night." The girl squatted beside Yan Yunting and poked Yan Yunting with a sickle.

The middle-aged man reached out to explore Yan Yunting's pulse, "He is still alive," then turned Yan Yunting over with the girl, but when he saw his appearance and service, the girl took two steps back:

"Dad, he...he is a Han man!"

"The Han people are also a life, help him back."

"But if the people in Tahe Village know that we saved the Han people, they will... they will..."

"Oh, I can't care so much, saving people is important!"

So the father and daughter carried Yan Yunting along the river beside them.

...

Yan Yunting and his heart and lungs were in a state of choking too much mud and water last night, causing his ears, nose and throat to be covered with sand and soil.

In his vague meaning, someone kept wiping his body with a handkerchief, and finally poured a bowl of hot tea, which made him feel a little better after warming his stomach.

The true qi flows through all limbs and bones, repairing the pain in the body, and gradually recovering the energy.

"Dad, he is afraid he has no life anymore. He hasn't woken up for so long." The girl pulled the soil on the handkerchief, and the water in the washbasin was dyed dark. "Or why don't we throw him away, so that he won't die in our house and we will also help him bury."

The middle-aged man said, "This person is strong and should be able to survive. Let's wait a little longer."

The girl complained, "But look at the scars on his body and the sword he carries, I can't tell whether he is a good person or a bad person."

The middle-aged man said earnestly: "Xiaozhi, as long as you are dedicated to good deeds, you will definitely get good rewards. Well, go and cook a bowl of rice porridge and feed it to him before taking a look."

"Cough cough cough!" Yan Yunting coughed twice, then choked out another mouthful of mud and sand. He suddenly opened his eyes, and a carp jumped up from the bed!

The father and daughter were so scared that they retreated repeatedly.

Yan Yunting squatted on the bed and looked at everything left and right. In fact, he had just heard the conversation between the father and daughter vaguely, and recalled the heavy rainstorm last night, and he quickly calmed down.

"Han people, what are you...what are you going to make a fuss? But we saved you by the river!" the girl hesitated.

Yan Yunting looked at the father and daughter in front of the bed. From the clothes and accents of their speech, it was obvious that they were Miao people.

He rubbed his heavy head and apologized bitterly: "Sorry, I just had an instinctive reaction just now, so I should thank you for your help."
Chapter completed!