Chapter 564

"So here comes the question."

Seeing Jiang Chen's silence all the time, the white robed old man said to himself:

"you will surely ask, how can you master the imperial beast attachment in such a short time?"

Jiang Chen smell speech white old man one eye, who special meow asked!

"Oh, see?"

The old man in white pointed to a thick file on the stone table and said:

"it records all kinds of medicinal materials, monsters and holy places for cultivation within 200 li of this area. You can keep them for reference."

Jiang Chen smell speech some heart, this kind of thing is a treasure!

Equivalent to the Encyclopedia of monsters and herbs!

"But the scandal lies ahead."

The white robed old man continued:

"if you run out of 200 miles away, even if it is one step, that little girl will become the food of monsters immediately!"

At this time, Jiang Chen is thinking about how to save Tang poetry, and then take her to escape this ghost place!

As for what ghosts go, ghosts will go!

"Good, good! No problem! "

Jiang Chen quickly replied, and then put the goat skin scroll recording the monsters and plants into his own hollow Bodhi.

Even if you're on the road, you should take this baby away, right!

Take it as compensation for the old man's capture.

"Do as you like!"

Jiang Chen promised, and then his eyes turned:

"but before this, can I meet with the poetry first? You know, I want to ensure her safety first!"

Jiang Chen thought, if you want to save Tang poetry, you must first determine where she was locked up!

As long as the old man takes himself to the place where the Tang poetry is held, he will be able to meet him

The old man in white stroked his goatee:

"come with me!"

With that, the white robed old man walked out of the stone room, and immediately after him emerged the gorgeous green wings.

The white robed old man stepped up in the air.

Jiang Chen immediately summoned Xiao hei and followed him.

After flying for about five or six minutes, the white robed old man and Jiang Chen landed on a towering mountain top.

"Well, your daughter-in-law is in the small room." The old man in white pointed to the cave in front of him and said.

Jiang Chen had already been impatient and rushed directly into the stone chamber.

Standing at the door, Jiang Chen looked into the stone chamber.

A girl with blue hair like a waterfall was sitting on the chair.

She leans on the table with her chin drawn, her delicate little mouth pouts slightly, and her big, smart eyes look out through the window at the mountains in the distance.

A bored look, with a faint melancholy in her eyes, she seems to be thinking of a person who worries her.

She thought too deeply, Jiang Chen's soft footstep did not disturb her.

Until a warm embrace surrounded her tightly, an affectionate call sounded in her ear:

"I'm coming, Princess!"

Suddenly, Tang poetry seems to wake up from a dream, this familiar breath, this familiar embrace, this familiar voice!

Isn't this the person that he thinks about day and night!

"Jiang Chen!"

Tang poetry suddenly turned around, such as waterfall blue hair touched Jiang Chen's cheek.

That pair of Ying Ying Ying such as the eyes of the eyes staring at Jiang Chen's face, which flashing a little tears, it is tears of joy and tears!

"Poetry, isn't that old man hard for you?"

Jiang Chen looked at the small arms and legs of Tang poetry with concern on his face:

"let me have a look. If I scratch some skin, I will have to dismantle his old bone!"

"No more!" Tang poetry sobbing said.

"Poetry, you listen to me," Jiang Chen looked at the small appearance of Tang poetry with rain and reached out to wipe her tears.

"I'll get you out of here in a minute!"

"Really The eyes of Tang poetry flashed bright little stars, "when?"

Jiang Chen looked back and saw that the old man in the white robe had not entered the room, so he whispered in his ear:

"tomorrow! I'll pick you up when the old man is away, and then we'll run away! "

"Mm-hmm!" Tang poetry nodded excitedly.

"Hello! "Little doll," the old man in white suddenly came into the room. "When is it that I still don't leave? Do you want me to keep you for dinner?"

"MMP..."

Jiang Chen murmured in silence and reluctantly said goodbye to Tang poetry, and then he was sent down the mountain by the old man in white robe.

"You don't have to be upset!"

The white robed old man looked at a depressed Jiang Chen and said, "when you resist the beast, you can see your little daughter-in-law again."Jiang Chen nods silently when he hears the speech, but sneers in his heart.

I'll pick her up tomorrow and run away. I'll wait! Wait for your sister!

"But I warn you

The white robed old man said with a serious face, "I have already buried a ban around this mountain. You can't fly up!"

Jiang Chen smell speech facial expression Direct Black: lie trough, merciless!

It's forbidden in the air!

After the explanation, the old man in white turned and flew away.

Looking at the graceful figure walking in the clouds, Jiang Chen gnawed his teeth fiercely:

even if he was climbing, I would climb up the mountain!

The white robed old man went back, but Jiang Chen did not. He turned and ran into the dense forest and began to pick up the bark.

The bark of autumn banyan is tough and soft. Dwarfs rub it into hemp rope to use.

Now, this is what Jiang Chen does.

He ran around in the banyan forest, busy, and finally spent three and a half hours, the bark of a whole forest was stripped clean.

Today, all the banyan trees around Jiang Chen have become bare trees, shivering in the bleak autumn wind, just like a group of men stripped of their clothes by bandits.

Then, Jiang Chen began to sort and sort the bark, and then twisted it into pieces of hemp rope.

Finally, Jiang Chen tied hundreds of twisted hemp ropes together to form a rope nearly 1000 meters long.

Just now when I was following the old man in white robe up the mountain, Jiang Chen secretly observed it.

Although the mountain where Tang poetry was imprisoned was high, it could still be climbed up with bare hands, but it was very difficult to climb up because of its steep slope.

But there is no way to save the Tang poetry with this most primitive method.

Taking a kilometer long rope into the hollow Bodhi, Jiang Chen found that a layer of skin had been worn off his palm by the rough rope.

A burning sensation was coming from the palm of the hand.

But Jiang Chen didn't care at all. As long as he could save the poems of Tang Dynasty, this pain was just a wool thread!

At the moment, the sky has gradually dark down, the surrounding scenery has been nearly submerged in the night, become blurred.

Jiang Chen quickly tied one end of the rope to a big tree, and then tied the other end of the rope to his waist.

He looked at the mountain that was straight into the clouds, and with a resolute look in his eyes, he roared in his heart:

"come on, sandbag, let me conquer you!"

The voice did not fall, Jiang chenshua rushed to the mountain.

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