Chapter 905: Young men and women

I don't know how long it took, Fang Bai finally got a little consciousness in a muddle-headed manner, but his eyelids were heavy as lead, unable to open at all, and his various senses were far from being as keen as before, and the whole person was in a completely self-enclosed state.
Despite this, Fang Bai was ecstatic in his heart, knowing that he had escaped a catastrophe and had not fallen into the space channel.
Fang Bai's chaotic body possesses extremely powerful self-healing ability. He can clearly feel that his heavily damaged body is recovering quickly.
After an unknown amount of time passed, Fang Bai finally had some feelings about the outside world, feeling that he seemed to be lying on a soft bed, and there were people around him talking in a low voice.
"The change in the space channel means that the destination of the teleportation may be in chaos, and I don't know where I am teleported to. If this is not the real martial world, it may be one of the three thousand small worlds... , I want to see my relatives, friends, and disciples confidante again, but it will be extremely difficult!"
Thinking of this, Fang Bai couldn't help but got up anxiously. He wanted to open his eyes and see the environment he was in now, but his eyelids could only be stretched a little, and then he closed again exhaustedly.
At the moment when he opened his eyelids, Fang Bai vaguely saw himself lying in a thatched hut with a pair of young men and women sitting beside them. The two of them stared at him with a little concern.
Fang Bai opened his eyes and closed them immediately, so he could not see the faces of the young men and women.
"Ah! Sister, his eyes seem to move!"
A slightly immature teenager sounded, and his tone was full of surprises.
"Huzi, be quiet, don't bother him! Daddy said that he was injured very badly and he needs a good rest to get a good health soon!"
A young girl's voice soft as a spring breeze whispered.
"I'll tell daddy and grandpa about them!"
The rapid footsteps faded away, and it was obvious that the youth with a slightly tender voice had already left the bed.
After a while, Fang Bai heard the sound of water in his ears, and then a soft and warm towel fell on his face and wiped it gently.
Fang Bai knew that it was the girl with a soft voice who wiped her face.
The wiping action of the girl was slow and gentle, as if it would disturb her, at the same time a faint scent of the girl's body drifted into the tip of her nose.
After dozens of breaths, Fang Bai heard a mess of footsteps, and people entered the thatched house one after another, standing in front of the bed to observe himself.
"Oddly, this young man recovered from his injuries so quickly... Qing'er, when he wakes up, stew the red turkey for him!"
The one who spoke was a middle-aged man with a deep and thick voice.
The girl sitting in front of the bed responded and got up and left.
"But Dad, that scarlet turkey was brought by you, grandpa and some uncles and uncles who ventured into the mountains to fight, and you still want to use it for cultivation! If you eat it for him... what will you do?"
The young man with a slightly immature voice murmured.
"The red turkey is gone, you can fight again! It's important to treat him now!"
The middle-aged man said in an unquestionable tone.
The boy said "Oh" and went silent.
Fang Bai's heart moved slightly when he heard the words "Red Turkey".
In Fang Bai’s previous life, the red turkey was also a kind of spirit beast. After the stew, it can strengthen the muscles and bones of ordinary people, and it is also helpful to the cultivation of martial artists.
From the young man’s words, it can be inferred that the middle-aged man is also a warrior, but now Fang Bai has regained some consciousness, but the sea of ​​Qi is in a closed state, and his spiritual consciousness cannot be released, so others cannot see him. As a martial artist, he could not sense the level of other people's cultivation level for the time being.
Several people in the room chatted a few words in a low voice, and then left in a hurry. Fang Bai also felt fatigued, feeling drowsy, and he didn't think about anything, and soon fell asleep.
When he woke up again, Fang Bai's eyes could be opened easily, and he was the only one in the thatched cottage.
Fang Bai felt for a moment, his body's injuries were mostly healed, and the sea of ​​qi was reopened, his spiritual consciousness could spread out, and his true essence could flow freely in his body.
Although it will take time to fully recover his strength, Fang Bai is now able to fight any warrior in the Wilderness realm.
Fang Bai's divine consciousness quickly enveloped an area of ​​nearly two kilometers, and found that the place where he was now was actually a small mountain village.
What made Fang Bai regret was that although all the villagers in this small mountain village were martial artists, they did not have the aura that he was familiar with.
In other words, because of the change in the space channel, I was teleported to an unknown place. I was on my own with my relatives, friends, and disciple Hongyantian. Feel something.
In this small mountain village, there are only more than 100 households with a population of about 400 or 500.
The small mountain village is surrounded by mountains. The southern end of the village is adjacent to a large lake. The lake is surrounded by weeping willows. It is picturesque and extremely beautiful.
And the thatched house where Fang Bai lives now is on the north side of the big lake, and he walks a hundred steps forward, which is the lake.
At this moment, a young girl in a green shirt was practicing sword beside the weeping willow by the lake.
The girl is only about sixteen or seven years old, with an oval face, bright eyes and white teeth, and a beautiful appearance. She is a rare beauty.
A layer of fine sweat oozes out of the girl's forehead. It is obvious that she has been practicing swords very hard and she is still clenching her teeth.
The long sword in the girl's hand, the sword faintly fluctuated with vitality, but it was a low-level spiritual weapon.
When the girl's long sword danced, the sword light was brilliant, the sword aura was domineering, and the vitality released by the sword body from time to time aroused the willow leaves on the ground to fly into the air.
The girl's hair is fluttering, her figure is graceful and graceful. When she practiced the sword, her figure rose up and down like a crane. She was extremely light, and looked pleasing to the eye.
It's a pity that the swordsmanship that the girl has cultivated is too low and too gentle. It lacks the decisive spirit of killing and cutting, and it is more ornamental than actual combat.
A few meters away from the girl's side, a young man in a blue shirt who was only about 13 or 4 years old, but who was as tall as himself, stood with his arms folded in front of his chest, his eyes fixed on the girl, and when he saw the girl practiced to a wonderful place At that time, you can't help but clap and shout good.
The eyebrows of the young men and women are somewhat similar, and they seem to be a pair of siblings.
Fang Bai's consciousness swept across the young men and women, knowing that the first thing he saw was them, and from the conversations of those in the thatched cottage before, that the girl was called Qing'er and the boy was called Huzi.
When Fang Bai got up and got out of bed, he found that his original clothes had disappeared. I don't know when he changed into a blue shirt of the same style as the young tiger.
Fang Bai smiled, completely condensed his breath, tidied his green shirt, walked out of the thatched house, and walked towards the pair of young men and women by the lake.