small rivers and lakes

After Le Wuyou left, Zhong Yi lay reclining on the bed alone, playing with the broken folding fan, brushing his fingers over the snow-white and cold fan bones, but always felt uneasy, propped up his body and looked out the window, only to see the sky sinking The clouds are low, the autumn wind is rustling, and it seems that a mountain rain is coming.

Sighing, he slowly looked away, suddenly there was a muffled thunder in the distance, he turned his head abruptly, slapped the bed board, and shot his body to the window, looking far away.

How can there be thunder at this time of year?

What is the sound of buildings collapsing!

Martial arts practitioners have a mysterious sense of murderous intent, and his heart is disturbed, as if something is happening in a place that he can't see, which makes him feel heart-piercing.

What happened to Ayou?

impossible!

It's impossible!

Zhong Yi really couldn't hold back his disturbed mood, his heart froze, he dragged his injured leg and flew out.

The sky and the earth have changed color, the dead branches of the towering trees are trembling, and the yellow leaves are flying. Zhong Yi's nimble body passed through the fallen leaves in the sky, and galloped to the front of the Wuliang Pagoda, his heart sank suddenly.

I saw half of the ancient pagoda collapsed, and in the flying dust, Jiu Bao ran out in a hurry holding the unconscious Le Wuyou.

"Ayou!" Zhong Yi screamed and rushed forward.

Jiu Bao staggered, looked up and saw Zhong Yi's scarlet eyes, with guilt on his face, bent his knees, and knelt down on one knee: "I'm sorry, I couldn't..."

"You are not good at martial arts, you have more than enough heart but not enough strength," Zhong Yi said in a deep voice, his mind calmed down surprisingly, he hugged Le Wuyou from Jiubao's arms, put his two fingers on his wrist, and frowned suddenly.

——The inner breath is chaotic, the turbulent energy of the waves is like the tide of the full moon, the previously suppressed and calm heart formula is no longer hindered, and the tide is gushing out.

He had no time to think about it, he sat on the floor with Le Wuyou supported, pinched his fingers, used his internal strength, pressed his palms on his vest, a trace of internal energy was input into it, as if he had spiritual consciousness, he found a touch of internal energy in the chaotic sea of ​​energy, entwined Roll up and slowly circulate along the meridians.

Le Wuyou's eyes were closed tightly, his headache was about to split, he felt the meridians all over his body swelled, and the pain pierced his bones. When he was in pain, suddenly a trace of internal force came in, like a clear spring in the sky full of fire, with a soothing and cool feeling in his breath. swim in the sea.

The turbulent internal breath in the body was gradually calmed down.

Jiu Bao deeply hated herself for not being good at learning, and was ashamed and hated. She guarded the two of them nervously to protect the Dharma. She turned her head to look at the ancient pagoda, and saw a blood-soaked white robe suddenly rising from the dusty ruins, followed by a black shadow He rushed forward swiftly.

Su Yuhen was covered in blood and was at the end of his crossbow. His fingers were like claws, and he grabbed Long Yunteng, but was swung away by his palm and slapped heavily on the top of the head.

The wind from Long Yunteng's palm was fierce, like Mount Tai pressing down on the top, under the blow with all his strength, Su Yuhen trembled, a mouthful of blood spurted out, his body shook twice in the strong wind, and suddenly fell down.

"Ah!" Jiu Bao screamed, covered her mouth, and blocked the cry in her throat, fearing that it would affect Zhong Yi's healing for Le Wuyou, she raised her eyes to look at the ruins.

Long Yunteng killed Su Yuhen with one palm, his tall body swayed, stabilized his figure, looked down at Su Yuhen's body, his resolute side face showed no expression, bent down, and raised his hand to try his breath .

The accident happened in an instant.

Su Yuhen suddenly burst into a rage, and his skinny palms grabbed his face fiercely with a ruthless and murderous air.

Long Yunteng retreated five feet quickly, dodging his palm, and was about to fight back, but saw that Su Yuhen missed a single blow, and pulled away, his bony body fluttered like a dry bamboo leaf, and disappeared in the desolate forest in an instant middle.

Jiubao opened his mouth wide in surprise. He had never seen such a tenacious life. It was as delicate and fragile as a weed, and it was precarious, but it could ride the wind and take root. As long as there was a glimmer of life, it could linger on.

Long Yunteng's face was gloomy, and he said to Mr. Wei in a deep voice: "Send people to search the mountain, if you want to see people if you live, if you want to see corpses if you die."

After all, the tall figure walked slowly towards this side with heavy steps.

Jiubao dodged and stopped him: "Master Dragon City, please don't approach."

Long Yunteng's footsteps faltered, and he stopped not far away, looking at the person sitting cross-legged in front of Zhong Yi from afar, with deep pain slipping through his deep eyes.

After a while, he turned around slowly.

Mr. Wei waited behind him: "My lord, people have been sent out, even if Su Yuhen turns into a fly, he can't escape from the net."

"En." Long Yunteng responded.

Mr. Wei said softly: "My lord, do you want to take a rest?"

Long Yunteng raised his eyes to look at the bleak mountain forest, and after a while, he suddenly said: "I leave the matter here to you."

Mr. Wei was startled, and looked at him in surprise, only to see Long Yunteng leading a fine horse, turning over and jumping on it, riding Juechen, and disappeared on the winding mountain road in an instant.

He lowered his eyes and let out a slight sigh.

In this room, Zhong Yi tried his best to heal Le Wuyou's Yungong. As time went by, his complexion became worse and worse. Beads of sweat slid across his pale cheeks and wet his clothes.

Jiubao was very anxious, but she couldn't do anything. She was so anxious that she fidgeted around the two of them.

After an indeterminate amount of time, a hoarse laugh sounded: "Can you sit and rest for a while? It's been around eighty times. Have you trampled all the dirt on the ground?"

Jiu Bao stopped suddenly, rushed over, knelt down to look at Zhong Yi, and asked nervously: "How are you doing? Is he all right? You can definitely save him, right?"

Zhong Yi opened his eyes and said wearily: "Your question is all nonsense, I can save him naturally, go, ask Mr. Wei for a carriage, and we will go back to Grandma Zanhua."

"Why?" Jiubao cried, he hated the maze that could never find a way out.

"I'll go if I tell you!" Zhong Yi said unhappily, "I just found out today that you talk so much nonsense, it's disgusting, don't dawdle, go!"

Jiubao snorted, got up and ran to find Mr. Wei.

After a while, he rushed back with a simple black carriage, Zhong Yi gave Mr. Wei a distant cup, picked up Le Wuyou and jumped onto the carriage.

"Drive!" Jiubao raised his long whip, and the horse galloped out of the hot spring villa.

Long Yunteng galloped his horse into the deep mountains. In autumn, the yellow leaves withered and the mountains were desolate. The horseshoes raised the fallen leaves. As far as the eye could see, there was silence and desolation.

He simply let go of the rein and let the horse rein, his sharp eyes swept across the forests like eagles. He did not know how long he walked around the mountains. The afterglow of the setting sun disappeared behind the mountains, and the forest gradually darkened. After the uproar, the forest fell into silence.

"City Lord," one of his subordinates slid down from the top of the tree and knelt down on one knee, "there is no sign of the devil."

"Keep looking." Long Yunteng said lightly.

"Yes." The subordinate jumped and disappeared into the canopy of the tree.

The sky was completely dark, the night wind blew up, the mountain wind passed through the forest, agitated the dead branches, and made a horrible wind sound like a ghost crying. Long Yunteng rode a horse and walked slowly in the forest. The mountain wind was as cold as a blade , scraped on his face, making his resolute face even more stern.

He reined in his horse and looked up at the nearby cliff.

People who practice martial arts have sharp ears and eyes, and have an extremely mysterious sense of danger. Even if there is nothing abnormal in that place with the naked eye, his muscles tense up, abandoning his horse under the cliff, stretching out his ape's arms, grabbing The tall figure of the withered vines on the edge of the cliff is like a leopard, silently climbing up the cliff.

There is a cave on the cliff, it is not big, it can accommodate two or three people, but it is very secret, the entrance of the cave is covered with a bush.

Long Yunteng bent down and walked in, his face sinking like water.

I saw an extremely thin man sitting cross-legged in the depths of the cave with his back against the stone wall.

The dim moonlight projected in through the bushes at the entrance of the cave, and shone on his face, with a few drops of blood splattered on his cheeks, giving his clean face a thrilling and charming look.

If he could not feel the faint breathing sound, he would look almost dead.

Long Yunteng slowly raised his palm, and said in a deep voice: "Su Yuhen, I admired you as a hero, but I have to avenge the murder of my father, so I must die."

After speaking, he chopped down with a palm.

Under the tyrannical palm wind, Su Yuhen suddenly opened his eyes, and in an instant, his facial features became active, and the moonlight in the cave was faint, but his face was so beautiful that it was brighter than the moonlight.

Long Yunteng's heart trembled, his palms stopped, he stared at the face in front of him in disbelief, and asked in surprise, "Su Yuhen?"

I saw Su Yuhen's eyes were clear, innocent, like a child, looked at him and blinked, and suddenly said: "Brother!"

Long Yunteng frowned suddenly.

Su Yuhen's thick long eyelashes trembled, Dou Da tears welled up in his eyes, and he threw himself into Long Yunteng's arms crying loudly: "Brother, I'm in so much pain, so much pain..."

Long Yunteng's raised palm could no longer strike.