Bandit report, always good

Tangyuer was puzzled and said, "Is there any connection between Misty Peak and Liuhe Division?"

"Good question!"

Shen Liuliu came out from behind the two of them, and Qi Zhao shook three times, dissatisfied: "Senior, you scared me!"

Shen Liuliu embraced one shoulder with one hand, and sneered at Tangyuer and Qi Zhao: "Liuhesi and Misty Peak are two gangsters working together! Imperial lackeys!"

Qi Zhao was so frightened that he quickly covered Shen Liuliu's mouth: "Senior, if you want to die, don't take me and Tangyu with you!"

Shen Liuliu patted his hand away, frowned and said: "What I said is the truth, the emperor can firmly hold the handles of various Jianghu sects, it's not because Liuhe Sigou meddles in the rat's business! Let me tell you, Pei Yong will die Well, a wonderful death! It would be best for his son to suffer from natural and man-made disasters, and then die with hatred! Hey, don’t you think so?”

Qi Zhao nodded without hesitation: "Yes!"

Tangtao also nodded: "Yes."

Shen Liuliu sat down carelessly, and said to Tangyuer: "The lunatics of Liuhe Division... ah, they are the members. They are all first-class masters, especially the twelve shadow guards around the governor. They are all lunatics who kill people without blinking an eye, what's more, they die one after another! This group of lunatics were trained by Misty Peak, so, Liuhe Division and Misty Peak are closely related."

"Senior." Qi Zhao asked suspiciously, "Like you Wan Poison Sect, even though you are backed by the big tree of the cabinet, you will not be convinced, right? They are all powerful families, why is Misty Peak so convinced by the royal family?"

"Hi Yo~" Shen Liuliu said strangely: "Lu Ming is really not submitting to the emperor."

Qi Zhao looked puzzled, but Tangyuer understood: "Pei Yong."

"Smart!" Shen Liuliu snapped his fingers at Tangyuer, and looked at Qi Zhao with disgust: "Learn a little bit!"

Qi Zhao rolled his eyes, and Shen Liuliu murmured: "Piaomiao Peak is the same as your Fusu Valley. It divides medicine and martial arts. Later, it focused on martial arts and abandoned medicine. This is one of the reasons why Lu Ming can't get used to old grandson. , The things they discarded, but the old grandson can use them easily! This old man!"

"Continue to talk about Lu Ming, this old man went to the Yellow Spring Realm at the age of 40, and almost died in the Yellow Spring Realm. Lu Ming became famous at a young age, and felt ashamed. He tried to kill himself by wiping his neck several times, but was stopped by his disciples. Established, Pei Yong found him, and had a long talk with him for three days and three nights, this old man figured it out for some reason, not only trained killers for Liuhe Division, but also became the master of Pei Yong's son! It’s all about colluding with traitors!”

Qi Zhao thought for a while and asked, "Lu Ming is sixty this year, right?"

"He is ten years older than Lao Tzu, probably." Shen Liuliu nodded.

"Oh... that should be about 20 years older than Pei Yong..." Qi Zhao said in horror, "Pei Yong is Lu Ming's son, right?"

Shen Liuliu was also shocked: "What you said... makes sense..." Then he thought: "No, didn't Pei Yong buy it from the emperor's slave market? No, no! Don't talk nonsense!"

Qi Zhao and Shen Liuliu continued to arrange Lu Ming and Pei Yong, Tang Yuer sat aside and listened quietly, and looked up at Yan Yan's room from time to time. The light was on, was it treating the wound?But Yan Yan is so embarrassed, Yan Yan is so concerned about face, he should not be happy to be seen, let's go in and take a look after he has treated his wound.

Yan Yan sat cross-legged on the bed, closed his eyes slightly, and had a few silver needles pierced in his chest. He breathed slowly, guiding the stale air in his chest upwards. The surroundings were so quiet that he could almost hear his own heartbeat. The sound, the thoughts can't help but be pulled far away.

five years ago

Yan Yan waded through mountains and rivers for more than ten days and finally arrived at Misty Peak. It was the dog days, and the scorching sun steamed the vegetation into a layer of mist. Yan Yan wiped off the sweat from his head and stood under the sun, waiting for someone to announce.

That was the first time Yan Yan saw Lu Ming. He looked kindly and kind-hearted. He was dressed in Tsing Yi. Yan Yan thought he was easy to talk, so he respectfully saluted him: "Junior Yan Yan, I have met Master Lu Feng."

Lu Ming said kindly, "I heard someone report that you are Sun Baicao's apprentice?"

Yan Yan maintained a posture of saluting: "My teacher, Sun Baicao."

"You came to ask for medicine?"

"My teacher is at stake. I hope that the master of the peak will help me. This junior is very grateful." Yan Yan's voice trembled.

Lu Ming chuckled lightly, and then said: "You Fu Su Gu are well versed in medicine, aren't you?"

Yan Yan was slightly stunned, hearing these words made things difficult, he suppressed his dissatisfaction, and explained: "Master has a sudden illness and needs continuous acupuncture for 49 days, but the teacher can't last even a month. The younger generation heard that Yuehua Grass can boost the energy of a dying person for two months, so this junior has the courage to ask the Peak Master to give me the medicine."

"How long did it take you to come?" Lu Ming asked casually.

Yan Yan was stunned for a moment, thought for a while, and replied truthfully: "Eleven days."

Lu Ming glanced at Yan Yan gently: "You go back now, in time to collect your master's body."

Hearing this, Yan Yan fell to his knees with a plop, and begged: "Please... ask the peak master to give me medicine."

"It's hard to grow one Moonflower Grass in a hundred years, and I only have one in Misty Peak, why should I give it to you?" Lu Ming's tone seemed to be reasoning with Yan Yan.

Yan Yan's throat and eyes were dry, he put his hands on the ground, and his breathing became short of breath: "Saving someone's life is better than building a seven-level pagoda... I beg the peak master... give me medicine."

"I have killed many people in my life." Lu Ming chuckled and said, "Seven-level Buddha? Can I pay off my crimes?"

"As long as... Senior is willing to give me the medicine, I can do whatever I want." Yan Yan's heart was ruthless, and he kowtowed heavily to Lu Ming: "Please give me the medicine, Senior!"

"You?" Lu Ming seemed to have heard something funny, he lowered his head and looked at Yan Yan with interest: "I don't even pay attention to your master, what are you?"

Yan Yan thought of Sun Baicao's disheveled face before leaving, and his heart became even more anxious. He kept kowtowing: "I beg for your kindness, senior, for the medicine... Please, senior..."

There was a bloody smell in his nose, and the wound on Yan Yan's forehead mixed with dust flowed down the bridge of his nose, Yan Yan wiped it off, and continued to kowtow desperately.

"Son, if you hit him again, you're going to die." Lu Ming gently supported Yan Yan's trembling shoulders, wiped his forehead and heart with his sleeve, and entrusted him, "Go back, be obedient."

Yan Yan grabbed Lu Ming's sleeve and said in a trembling voice, "Do you have anyone important?"

Lu Ming was startled, then smiled and said, "I'm also a human being, so naturally there are."

"If he is dying, will you stand by and watch?" Yan Yan felt sad, and the pale words were spit out from his dry lips: "I am not afraid of being helpless, I am afraid that I will not be able to do my best, so... as long as there is a glimmer of hope, I will help you." I will never give up...as long as you can...you can give me the Moonflower Grass...I can even give you my life!"

Lu Ming said indifferently: "What do I want your life for?"

"I beg the peak master..."

Lu Ming sighed helplessly: "Forget it, child, can you support Su Gu's martial arts?"

Yan Yan seemed to grasp a glimmer of hope: "I will."

"I heard that your Fusugu's martial arts are very exquisite. You have fought against me. If you can survive three moves under my hands, I will obey you."

"What the peak master said is serious?" Yan Yan asked seriously.

Yan Yan didn't remember how he was beaten that day. There was no need to remember such embarrassing things. He only remembered that when he went to wash his face by the stream, he saw himself with a bruised nose and a swollen face in the water. None so ugly.

At the end of the beating, Yan Yan lay face down on the ground, and he heard Lu Ming say in a kind voice: "I thought your Fu Su Gu's martial arts were so exquisite, but that's all, fish and bear paws You can’t have both, and you still want to take medicine and martial arts into consideration, isn’t it wishful thinking?”

Yan Yan buried his face on the ground, unable to speak a word due to the pain in his body.

Lu Ming sighed and said: "Forget it, I will give you the moonflower grass as a gift, and when your master recovers, let him come and compete with me."

Yan Yan was in pain, but he was very happy in his heart, a bleak smile involuntarily appeared on his face buried on the ground.

Unexpectedly, after only a cup of tea, Lu Ming changed his mind. He said to Yan Yan indifferently: "My child, I'm really sorry, the Moon Flower Grass has been used, and we have no more now."

Yan Yan was struck by lightning, he raised his head with difficulty, and looked at Lu Ming in disbelief, Lu Ming apologized: "Nine times out of ten, life is unsatisfactory, you have to forgive me."

I fucking forgive you!Why didn't you just say it was used up!Beat me up and say no, then it's gone!If it wasn't for Master, who would suffer this wrong!

Yan Yan was furious: "Is the master Feng going back on his word?"

Lu Ming said helplessly: "The old man didn't know about it before."

Yan Yan felt that he had been greatly humiliated, his chest heaved and heaved, and he said angrily, "Please don't make jokes, Peak Master."

"The old man never jokes." Lu Ming looked at Yan Yan and said: "Besides, even if I give you the Moonflower Grass, Sun Baicao prolongs the life of two months, can you guarantee that you will not make mistakes in the acupuncture process? You see You are only fifteen or sixteen years old when you wake up? Can you hold a steady needle? Listen to the old man, let your master go away quickly."

Yan Yan took a deep breath and said calmly, "Are you sure you don't want to give it to the peak master?"

Lu Ming didn't bother to explain to him, so he casually said, "No."

Yan Yan struggled a few times before staggering to his feet. He leaned tremblingly against the tree next to him, took out the acupuncture bag from his sleeve, put in a few needles, and suddenly spit out a mouthful of blood: "Cough cough...cough..."

Lu Ming looked at Yan Yan with a little surprise: "Oh? Is it okay to use a needle?"

After spitting out the blood in his chest, Yan Yan felt that he was much more awake. He put away the silver needle, looked at Lu Ming indifferently, calmly and restrained:

"Piaomiaofeng abandoned the medical profession, what qualifications do you have to criticize other people's medical skills? Just guarding the rare and rare herbs in the mountains, do you really think you are a master of medicine? Ridiculous!"

Lu Ming was poked at the sore spot, and sneered, "Is Fusu Gu the master of medicine?"

Yan Yan turned around slowly: "There are times when vegetation flourishes and withers. The sect is the same, and so are the people. Fusu Valley does not compete for worldly fame, but only talks about the heart of helping the world!"

Luming: "..."

Yan Yan was still angry, and sneaked into the back mountain of Misty Peak, using the principle of mutual growth and restraint of herbs, to move the herbs that cannot be planted together, trample the ones that should be trampled, uproot those that should be taken away, and take away the ones that should be taken away , Overnight, the mountain behind Misty Peak was in a mess, Lu Ming was furious when he found out, and Yan Yan had already fled away.

When Yan Yan went down the mountain, he saw a lot of refugees gathered at the foot of the mountain. They all looked scarred. He wanted to go back to save Master, but these refugees were old and weak, women and children. After bandaging it again, I kept the stolen medicinal materials. After working hard for four or five days, I rushed back day and night.

When he returned home, Master had passed away for two days. The younger brothers and sisters were all crying together. Facing Master's tomb, Yan Yan's eyes darkened and he passed out. If...he had rushed back two days earlier...if...if he hadn't saved the refugees...

There is nothing to be desired, if the moonflower grass is not brought back, the master will die sooner or later, but the group of people he saved will live on.

Yan Yan clearly remembered that when he was five years old, he huddled up in the deserted temple by himself. He was very hungry. The biscuits he picked up were taken away by someone. He dared not go out again. There were many homeless people like him outside. He would beat him and scold him. When he was hungry and dizzy, he saw two figures, one big and one small, walking in from the door.

"Yaya, it's getting dark, so let's just stay here for the night." A young man said.

The girl next to him looked only three or four years old, and said with disgust: "Father, if you hadn't gambled away all the money, we wouldn't have no money and couldn't afford to stay in the inn!"

The young man said, "You are so young, why do you dislike the poor and love the rich?"

"Ah—ah—" the little girl screamed, "There's a ghost, Daddy! There's a ghost!"

Sun Baicao followed her daughter's eyes and blamed, "You are blind, you are obviously a wild dog... Huh? No, oops! This is a human!"

Yan Yan saw two figures running towards him, grabbed a corner of his clothes in a daze, and said in a low voice, "...Aunt..."

Sun Baicao slowly stretched out his hand towards him, Yan Yan's consciousness became more and more blurred, and the voice in his ear gradually drifted away: "My child..."

"Youqing! Youqing!" The door was knocked, and Yan Yan came back to his senses in an instant, Shen Liuliu was still yelling outside the door: "How are you, Youqing?"

Yan Yan exhaled helplessly: "Come in."

Shen Liuliu opened the door and came in, and then said in surprise, "Oh my god! You've made yourself into a hedgehog!"

Yan Yan said sincerely: "Senior, can you feel sorry for me?"

Shen Liuliu shut up, and walked towards Yan Yan's bed: "How's it going? Can I help you?"

"The injury is fine." Yan Yan raised his eyebrows slightly, and said with a smile, "But I want to ask you for something."

Shen Liuliu didn't stay for long before leaving, Qi Zhao went to see him off, Tangyu'er lived in the same room as Yan Yan, and as soon as he opened the door, he heard a violent cough, he looked to the bed, only Seeing Yan Yan's face flushed, he vomited a mouthful of blood.

Tangyuer ran to Yan Yan's side in three steps at a time, and said nervously, "Yan Yan, are you okay?"

Yan Yan's face looked much better, he waved his hand indifferently: "It's nothing."

Tangyuer still looked at Yan Yan worriedly, and Yan Yan sized him up: "You had a fight with that old bastard, were you injured?"

Tangtao shook her head: "I don't, I'm fine."