After I was resurrected from the dead, I turned from an old man to a peerless beauty

"Don't...move...he..."

Qiao Muyun wanted to roar, but the voice seemed to be blocked in the throat pus and could not get out at all.He was still waiting to get up, but Yu Wuxin had already touched his side without anyone noticing, and pressed back the dozens of golden needles protruding from the back of Qiao Muyun's neck and back with a speed that could not cover his ears.

"Well!"

Qiao Muyun let out a muffled groan, and suddenly his body softened and he fell to the ground.And the rest of the Qiao family's hidden guards rushed out, blocking Qiao Muyun and Yu Wuxin.

Dozens of swords were aimed at Chang Xiaoqing like a formidable enemy, his colleague's body was still in the snow, no one attacked, no one would underestimate the white-haired man who looked tranced and insane.While concentrating and holding their breath, the hidden guards carefully led Qiao Muyun back secretly, just hoping to snatch a glimmer of life for their young master from this killing god.

The snowflakes in the silver-gray sky fell more and more urgently, and the blizzard fell suddenly. It seemed that in just an instant, the blizzard was so heavy that people couldn't keep their eyes open.The chaotic snowflakes seemed to sweep away all the warmth in this world, and the bright red color that remained on the ground gradually faded.And just at this time, a sharp whistle came from the foot of the mountain. If outsiders heard it, it was more like a cold cry from a mountain bird who couldn't stand the cold, but the nerves had already been stretched to the extreme. However, the Qiao family's eyes lit up when they heard the voice - this was the secret word of the Qiao family's secret guards communicating with each other, and the whistle just now represented the arrival of reinforcements.

The hidden guards finally settled down a bit, and their sword hands became more stable.However, when they looked intently at the ghostly white-haired man again, they were surprised to find that, in just a split second, the place where the man was before turned out to be a vast expanse of white snow, empty and deserted.

Only a handful of blood-stained snow was left on the ground, and gradually, it was about to be covered by the violent storm.

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【pain--】

Covered in a cold and hard embrace, Lin Mao was in a state of confusion.He only felt that his chest seemed to be branded with red-hot iron, which made him tremble involuntarily in the arms of the little apprentice.

The sweet smell of rust mixed with the scent of fine plum blossoms smoked from the fur, accompanied by the bitter medicinal smell that Chang Xiaoqing picked up when serving the decoction all the year round, surged up turbidly, like an invisible hand pressing Lin Mao's mouth Nose, let him slowly become a little out of breath.

Chang Xiaoqing held a ball of sackcloth in his hand, pressing firmly on Lin Mao's wound, but the blood still gushed out continuously, and even the snowflakes seemed to be getting colder and colder, falling on Lin Mao's shoulders, like It can gradually soak into the bones of people.

"Master...Master...I was wrong...I recognized you..."

Chang Xiaoqing murmured.

He wouldn't mistake Lin Mao's previous palm - even though that palm was so weak that the move could hardly be seen - Chang Xiaoqing still recognized it.

That was Lin Mao's palm technique.

After so many years of getting to know each other bit by bit, even though Lin Mao has changed his skin now, Chang Xiaoqing can still detect the soul of his master...even if he was not able to see it at the first time because of madness. Recognizing Lin Mao, the palm just now woke him up in a shocking way.

It is Master.

It's Lin Mao.

It's just that he made a mistake again now, and actually hurt the master—the master who came back after so much trouble!

Chang Xiaoqing didn't have the heart to find out why the long-dead master actually returned to him, and he didn't want to find out...whether it was the resurrection of the dead, or the gods, Buddhas and ghosts in the sky finally listened to his prayers and let him get his wish... ...It doesn't matter even if the ghost is about to take his life as he prayed.

As long as the master comes back, it will be fine.

Chang Xiaoqing's figure was like a ghost, jumping and jumping among the jagged rocks, his toes stepped on the slippery stone tip wrapped in thin ice without shaking at all, but his hoarse voice trembled with extreme fear.However, even this voice gradually became blurred and distant.

Lin Mao listened dazedly to Chang Xiaoqing calling in his ears, and the words "Master" fell into his ears, and he felt very relieved.It's just that this joy is wrapped in sadness after all—it's really because the master-student acquaintance came a little later.His current situation is not good, and he is afraid that one bad situation will make Chang Xiaoqing, who is already heartbroken, go through another life and death.In this way, Lin Mao could only desperately keep his eyes open to prevent himself from dying.

Lin Mao's head rested on Chang Xiaoqing's neck, and the flood of drowsiness made him barely able to lift his eyelids. He could only see the little apprentice's bluish jaw and rolling Adam's apple in a drowsy state.

The grey-haired little apprentice had a ferocious face, and his corpse-like face looked even worse than Lin Mao, who was dying. Lin Mao's own blood was still stained on his skinny face, which had dried up and turned into a Reddish brown.

For some reason, Lin Mao could only stare at the bloodstain gradually. Everything else in the world faded, leaving only the gloomy little red.Lin Mao's throat was extremely dry, and suddenly he felt anxious like a hundred claws scratching his heart. In a trance, he wanted to stick out the tip of his tongue just like that, and lick the drop of blood well.

And at this moment, Chang Xiaoqing, who was originally running, suddenly jumped straight down from a cliff, stepping on a horizontal cut pine, and then stopped abruptly.

Lin Mao only felt that his body was heavy, and a mouthful of blood rushed up his throat again. The sword wound on his chest was dripping with blood, and the pain made him shiver again.

"Master, we are here... hold on..."

Chang Xiaoqing said hurriedly in Lin Mao's ear.

Lin Maoqiang glanced around, only to realize that Chang Xiaoqing had brought him to a small courtyard in the mountains.This small courtyard looks ordinary, a house that is barely piled up with thatch, and the yard is surrounded by piles of firewood. It looks like a temporary residence for mountain hunters to rest when they enter the mountain.

The familiar dilapidated scene came into his eyes, Lin Mao was stunned for a moment, but his heart was finally relieved.

It turned out that near Wangyou Valley, a lonely and nameless old man came many years ago and rented the abandoned small courtyard on the mountainside for a price of three copper coins a year. Sitting in the yard in a daze.It was only by a very chance that Lin Mao discovered that the old man's medical skills were extremely good, which was hardly below the Qiaoluo River back then.But this nameless old man had a weird personality, and he never talked about his background. Lin Mao tried to send someone to inquire about the Jianghu, and found that this person seemed to have never been seen in the Jianghu.At that time, all the people in Wangyou Valley felt that the old man had a suspicious background and wanted to drive him away, but Lin Mao felt that although the old man had excellent medical skills, his body was not in good health. Let the old man stay in the small courtyard.After so many years, occasionally Lin Mao got help from the old man a few times, and before he died, he even begged for some medicine from the old man, and managed to survive for a few months.

However, it was precisely because he found the unknown old man that Lin Mao was relieved, and his breath weakened uncontrollably in Chang Xiaoqing's arms, only making Chang Xiaoqing tremble all over.

"Master, you will be fine, don't be afraid...you will be fine...I was wrong..."

While holding Lin Mao in his arms, Chang Xiaoqing rushed towards the thatched hut, while whispering incoherently in his ear, the two eyes sunken deep in his eye sockets were as bright as two will-o'-the-wisps burning.

However, his hope was suddenly frozen the moment he broke through the wooden door.

In the center of the hut was supposed to be a broken wooden table with crippled legs, but at this time the wooden table had been moved aside and replaced by a thin coffin of miscellaneous wood, and the body of the unknown old man was lying in the hut without a sound. On one corner of the bed framed by thin wooden boards, the face was leaden gray, lifeless...

Apparently dead.

And a tall and thin young man was standing in front of the thin plank bed, holding a gray and white linen cloth in his hand, about to cover the face of the unknown old man.

The wooden house was suddenly kicked away, the cold wind rushed into the house with snowflakes, the young man seemed to be startled, turned around and saw Chang Xiaoqing who looked like a ghost, his fingers trembled, and the sackcloth fell to the ground .

"What are you going to do—"

The young man spoke in a panic, speaking with a slightly weird southern accent.