small rivers and lakes

"Not dead yet." Zhong Yi rushed into the courtyard with Le Wuyou in his arms, and the door of the main room opened without any wind, revealing the luxurious and dilapidated tables, chairs and furniture, showing the past glory of the master's house.

However, Zhong Yi had no time to appreciate these, he strode into the room, and put Le Wuyou on an old carved bed.

Grandma Hairpin came in after her, her old eyes sized up the two of them, she suddenly stepped forward, raised her hand into Le Wuyou's hair, and began to stroke it gently.

Zhong Yi stood behind her, her heart tightened suddenly, and her eyes couldn't help but darken.

The mother-in-law checked it out and said calmly, "I can't die."

"Thank you mother-in-law for your help." Zhong Yi cupped his fists, bent down, and bowed deeply, "May I ask mother-in-law why Ah You got hurt like this?"

Granny Hairpin turned her head and looked at him inexplicably: "You brought him here, you asked me why he was injured?"

Zhong Yi choked.

"Go and wash off your ugly face," Grandma Zanhua waved her hand impatiently, "How disheveled is your hair?"

Zhong Yi paused, as if he had a thousand thoughts in his mind but couldn't express it, so he obediently went to the yard to fetch water to wash.Grandma Zanhua is one of the three immortals outside Fangwai, she has the ability to reach heaven and earth, Le Wuyou is in his hands, so she must not have to worry about it.

The deep alley is desolate, not even a cock crowing or a dog barking is heard, the night sky is like washing, a round of bright moon hangs in the sky, illuminating the weeds in the ruined courtyard, making it extremely desolate.

Zhong Yi lowered his head to look at the ancient well, the water waves were bright, and the flowing light shattered silver, reflecting his messy reflection.

How many years has it been so embarrassing?

He shook his head with a wry smile, pulled the well rope to get a bucket of well water, took off his clothes, revealing his muscular body and the shocking wound on his chest.

Then he picked up the wooden bucket and poured it head-on. The well water in late autumn was so cold that he fell into an ice cave in an instant.However, martial arts practitioners are strong and strong, and after shivering, they quickly adapted to the biting cold.

He stood naked by the well platform, his sturdy body without a trace of fat, with the back of a monkey and the waist of a crane, and the shape of a mantis like a crane. His whole body was covered with a thin layer of water vapor, which shone with oily luster under the moonlight.

The wound on his chest was already covered with fuzzy flesh and blood, he scooped up a ladle of well water, washed away the coagulated residual blood, tore open the wound, and the scarlet blood flowed out.

He dug out a few packs of medicinal powder from his pocket, gritted his teeth and applied it to the wound, then put on his robe, sat cross-legged on the spot, and practiced with his eyes closed.

The bright moon moved slowly in the sky, and the silent moonlight shone on his face. His face was pale, his lips were trembling, and he was haggard like a ghost.

After half an hour, Zhong Yi suddenly opened his eyes, looked in the direction of the main room, felt a very mysterious feeling in his heart, vaguely felt that Le Wuyou seemed to be in extreme pain, calling out to him one after another.

He got up suddenly, his figure was like lightning, rushed into the room, and went straight to the inside.

Stepping into the door, his face suddenly changed, and he found himself standing in the middle of the main room, in front of him was a simple and old Eight Immortals Table, instead of the inner door.

Am I not entering the door?Could it be hallucinations?

Zhong Yi frowned slightly, but he was worried about happiness and had no time to think about it. He walked out of the door again, and the scene in front of him changed silently again.

He stood in the middle of the main room, staring at the Eight Immortals table in front of him, his heart sank.

Formation?

He squinted his eyes slightly, and glanced around one by one. The moonlight came in from the door, illuminating the furnishings in the room. This house is very old, and the colors of the carvings and paintings on the beams are peeling off, and cobwebs are scattered here and there. Simple, only one old table and chairs.

The Eight Immortals Table is firmly placed by the north wall, and every chair is in its proper position. The tables and chairs are all precious rosewood, and the complicated patterns are like ghost eyes under the moonlight.

Zhong Yi's heart trembled slightly, as if hearing Le Wuyou crying in his ear, he was so anxious, but forcibly suppressed his anxiety, calmed down, turned his head to look at the delicate carved door inside, and walked away step by step.

The muscles all over his body were relaxed, as if he was adjusting his breath, but they seemed to collapse tightly, ready to fight to the death at all times.

He just stood at the door loosely and tightly, his eyes calm, like an ancient well.

A moment later, he suddenly raised his hand, and the folding fan flew out from his sleeve, and hit the carved door directly. Quickly swept to the tables and chairs in the hall.

Suddenly the carved door opened suddenly, and a wave of air burst out like a thunderbolt. Zhong Yi flicked his long sword on the ground, turned over in the air with his strength, avoided the air wave, and turned to look inside the door.

The impatient voice of the hairpin flower mother-in-law came out: "Be honest, I broke my formation for nothing, are you sick?"

"Mother-in-law!" Zhong Yi clasped his fists together, "How is Ah You?"

"Can't die."

After getting her promise, Zhong Yi became even more worried, frowning: "Mother-in-law is setting up a ecstasy formation outside the door, isn't it just for the younger generation?"

"You also know that you are a junior?" Grandma Zanhua said bluntly, "Is it possible for me to make things difficult for you?"

Zhong Yi fell silent.

The hairpin lady continued: "It's just a little cover-up for self-protection by a helpless old woman."

Lonely and helpless...Self-protection...Self-protection...Zhong Yi feels that she is despising her own IQ.

"Why are you still standing there?" said Granny Hairpin, "Get out and fetch a basin of water!"

Zhong Yi didn't know what she was going to do, but felt that this old woman had profound skills, and she was no match for head-to-head, so she had to turn around obediently, went to the well platform to fetch a basin of water and brought it into the room.

The ecstasy array was destroyed, and this time it went inside smoothly.

When he saw the person on the bed, his eyes tightened, and he saw that Le Wuyou was lying on the bed naked, with small wounds all over his body, and little drops of blood were oozing out.

"How is this going?"

Hairpin Granny straightened her pomegranate skirt, and said calmly, "I gave him some blood."

"...Why?"

"Young people are full of blood, and letting a little out is good for the body."

She really was belittling her own IQ.

Zhong Yi frowned: "Why isn't mother-in-law willing to tell the truth?"

Granny Hairpin took a look at him, and said earnestly, "Don't get to the bottom of everything, old ladies are old enough to make up lies now."

Zhong Yi: "..."

"He won't wake up until several hours later, so you should rest first." After finishing speaking, Granny Hairpin stood up with the help of the dragon's crutches, and walked out of the room without looking back.

Zhong Yi was full of doubts, and with a movement of his body, he floated to the window lightly like flying catkins. Through the complicated window lattice, he saw Granny Zanhua standing under the moonlight on a dragon head crutch, and suddenly spit out a mouthful of blood.

As if feeling his gaze, the mother-in-law turned her head and looked over, Zhong Yi quickly dodged back and quickly avoided her sight.

Zhong Yi turned to look at Le Wuyou who was on the bed, and thought to himself: What's the matter with Ah You's treacherous inner strength?With the internal strength of Granny Hairpin, she healed his wound once, and she was so tired that she vomited blood.

He walked back to the bed, raised his hands, inserted them into Le Wuyou's hair, and gently pressed his scalp. After a while, he couldn't help but let out a cry.

When the ten generals broke the town pavilion, he had touched two small protrusions like golden needles on Le Wuyou's scalp, but now they are gone?