Proud of the rivers and lakes

Fu Jinghong looked up at the old man, but saw that the old man was only looking at him fixedly.

This old man... just who is he?

Why did he know about female Gu?

"But...it's strange..." The old man frowned at him, looked straight at him, and said to himself.

"Although you do have signs of female Gu parasitism on your body, logically speaking, you should have been exhausted and died long ago, why are you still so safe and sound?" the old man continued.

Fu Jinghong frowned.

Hua Qingliu seemed to have said something similar before.

It turned out that he should have died a long time ago... Then why is he still intact now?Even now he can no longer feel the burning sensation of the female Gu worms tossing in his body.

what is the problem?

Fu Jinghong hesitated for a while, and then told the old man all the things that happened to him. Naturally, he concealed the part of his rebirth, and only picked out some important things to say. From the moment of laying down the female Gu fruit, until it was used as an introduction to attract the Bailian poisonous insects, some of the ups and downs of the plot were naturally hidden, and it was only mentioned in an understatement.

He didn't know who this old man was, and he was not the kind of person who could entrust his life to a stranger casually.

But in the current situation, he had no choice.

The old man frowned after listening to Fu Jinghong's words, and fell into deep thought.

The little boy remained silent, standing obediently behind the old man.

After a long time, the old man said: "It turned out to be a hundred-refined poisonous insect..." He sighed.

He raised his head to look at Fu Jinghong, and said: "The female Gu worm is the most poisonous Gu in the world, the most poisonous and the most harmful. Although a practitioner can make great progress in martial arts, he will eventually harm others and himself... The female Gu is the female queen of the Gu. To restrain the world's Gu, only the Hundred Refinement Poison Insect is the most poisonous in Gu, I am afraid that for a while, the female Gu can't help the Hundred Refinement Poison Insect, and the Hundred Refinement Poison Insect can't restrain the female Gu, so both phases will be damaged, and both sides will suffer."

Fu Jinghong was stunned for a moment.

What the old man meant was that the female Gu and the Bailian poisonous worm restrained each other, and... died together?

So, the female Gu on his body...is dead?He won't die either?

The old man shook his head and said: "Since you didn't practice female Gu out of your own heart, I have nothing to say...you can do it yourself in the future."

Fu Jinghong was still in a daze, he still couldn't believe that he escaped death so easily.

Could it be, is it really God's favor?

"...You should leave here in two days, and don't come back again." The old man looked at Fu Jinghong fixedly.

Fu Jinghong came back to his senses, and smiled wryly in his heart.

"Then, may I know who you are?"

The old man just glanced at him lightly, then stood up.

Fu Jinghong looked at him.

The old man said: "It's just a person who should have died, but hasn't died yet."

After all, he turned and walked away, staggering.

The little boy stared at Fu Jinghong with big round eyes, hesitated for a moment, then turned around and followed his grandfather.

Fu Jinghong looked at the old man's back and knew that the old man didn't want to reveal his identity, and he couldn't ask any further, so he quickly put down the steamed buns at hand, and chased after him.

Two days passed in a blink of an eye, and Fu Jinghong had almost recuperated, and his internal strength had recovered by [-] to [-]%. Although it was still not as good as it was in his heyday, it was still more than enough to deal with ordinary people.

The female Gu in his body seemed to have really died, and it didn't flare up again these days, but Fu Jinghong was not used to it.

He looked at his hands in a daze for a moment, from then on he no longer had to be controlled by female Gu worms, and no longer had to be a female under a man...

But, can he really recover in the future?

Fu Jinghong smiled wryly for a while.

When Fu Jinghong left the small village, the little boy reluctantly saw him off for a while. Finally, Fu Jinghong smiled and touched the little boy's head, then turned and left.

Before leaving, the old man told Fu Jinghong the road to the nearest town, and Fu Jinghong came to the town after a little luck.

Seeing the bustling crowd again, Fu Jinghong suddenly felt as if he had passed away. He sighed and squeezed into the crowd.

Although he fell into the water, fortunately his belongings were not lost, so he quickly found an inn and prepared to fill his stomach first.

He ordered a few dishes at random, and then sat down in the most remote corner.

He was not the kind of extremely low-key person, but he was a little uncomfortable to be looked at by the people in the inn when he came in just now.

I don't know why, just now when he came in, he was scrutinized by a dozen people sitting in the inn, as if they were weighing something.

After he sat down, he heard a savage and burly man snort in disdain: "It's just a weak scholar!"

Fu Jinghong ignored it, but took a sip of the tea that was just full.

This is just a remote town the size of a block of tofu, and the tea here is naturally not good tea. Fu Jinghong felt his mouth full of tea dregs after taking a sip.

So he took another sip.

The big man looked at him drinking tea slowly, and snorted coldly again.

Next to the big man, a short middle-aged man with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks immediately flattered his face and said: "That is, even the big disciple of Xiaoyao Valley, Ren Jiangliu, can't reach the boss with a finger! This time the leader of the martial arts must be the boss." ! Boss will dominate the Jianghu for generations to come!"

Fu Jinghong was silent, the words just now... seemed to have been seen in some script.

The big man took a big gulp of tea, with a look of great enjoyment on his face, and then he spit out a mouthful of tea, then slammed the table, and shouted: "What kind of broken tea! Come on, give it to me!" Bring wine! Good wine!"

The middle-aged man immediately echoed loudly: "Did you hear me! Our boss wants good wine! Hurry up! Be careful if you are slow!"

The waiter in the inn immediately turned around and brought up two jars of wine.

While the big man was drinking with the subordinates around him, Fu Jinghong raised his head and looked at them unobtrusively.

He didn't pay attention to it just now, but now he took a closer look and found that the dozen or so people sitting in the inn were all dressed in short martial arts outfits, all of them were holding some weapons like knives and axes, and they could be seen as people from the martial arts world at a glance... In a remote town, why did so many martial artists gather for no reason?

In connection with what the middle-aged man said, is it possible that a martial arts conference will be held near here to elect a martial arts leader?

But Fu Jinghong clearly remembered that day, didn't the head of Xiaoyao Valley say that he would hold a martial arts conference in two days and then condemn Murong Lin?How many days have passed now, should it be over long ago?I don't know what happened to the second junior brother and the junior junior brother.

The burly man over there was so drunk that he talked nonsense: "That's right! Don't talk about that brat Ren Jiangliu! Even if the head of Xiaoyao Valley comes, I won't be afraid of him!"

"That's right!" The middle-aged man echoed repeatedly.

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Fu Jinghong was speechless, lowered his head and silently took a bite of the steamed buns that the shop waiter had just brought up.

Sure enough, those who don't know are fearless.

But if that's the case, is there really going to be a martial arts conference?So what happened to Murong Lin?Didn't he catch some masters from various sects before and leave?

And that... what happened to Murong Shang?

Thinking of this name, Fu Jinghong couldn't tell what he was feeling.

It should be hatred, that person obviously wanted to put himself to death...but he clearly didn't have that feeling of a thorn in his throat.

Maybe it's because he has lived two lifetimes and has seen through everything.

Fu Jinghong sighed, the big man over there was clamoring, but at this time someone came in again.

Fu Jinghong raised his eyes slightly, and saw a young man in a moon-white gown walking in with his Qin in his arms.

The young man's eyebrows are like jade, elegant and peerless.

The young man walked into the dilapidated inn facing everyone's amazed eyes, but his eyebrows were always shallow, as if he had never noticed the eyes of the people around him.

The young man found an unoccupied empty table, took out a piece of plain white cloth from his sleeve and wiped the table, and then put down the piano he was holding in his arms.

The boy's hands were slender and fair, as translucent as white porcelain.

Fu Jinghong knew that the knuckles of the fingers of people who played the piano all the year round would be a little thick, but the young man's hands clearly didn't fit...unless it was back to basics.

The sound of the big sound is rare, but the elephant has no shape. People who hear that their martial arts have reached the extreme will return to their original nature, just like ordinary people. Could it be the same for those who play the piano?

Naturally, the young man holding the piano in front of him was the Liu Xianqin whom Fu Jinghong had seen before.

Fu Jinghong smiled wryly in his heart, wondering if Liu Xianqin had forgotten who he was a long time ago, just now Liu Xianqin had clearly seen him, but had no reaction at all.

Although the big man over there was already drunk and unconscious, he stared at Liu Xianqin with his eyes, but he didn't do anything out of the ordinary, he just stared at Liu Xianqin.

Liu Xianqin didn't even raise her head, and ignored everyone.

Fu Jinghong was surprised at first that there are so many broken sleeves in this world...Liu Xianqin is beautiful, but at a glance, he can tell that he is a man... Then he is very maliciously looking forward to the next scene where bullies molest decent women .

But what disappointed him was that the big man just looked at him lewdly from the beginning to the end, and never even said anything to make fun of him.

Fu Jinghong shook his head, he had lust but no guts.

Just as he was thinking this way, he saw the big man suddenly slapped the table and jumped up. He immediately watched the big man's actions with burning eyes.

Unexpectedly, after the big man jumped up violently, he just smirked a few times, then closed his eyes and collapsed, obviously passed out from drunk.

A few drunken men around him saw the boss fell down and planned to send the big man back to the room. They saw them lift the big man up the steps one by one, as if they were carrying a sack. The big man's head made a few bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang on the wooden ladder...they went up to the second floor.

Fu Jinghong watched silently, didn't these guys really intend to kill the master and usurp the throne?

He withdrew his gaze and took a peek at Liu Xianqin.

Liu Xianqin always kept a calm expression on her face, at this moment, she was grabbing a teacup with her porcelain white hand, bowed her head and took a sip.

Fu Jinghong thought that a picky person like Liu Xianqin would not be able to drink that rough tea, but Liu Xianqin calmly drank the entire cup of tea without frowning, then raised her hand...and poured another cup.

Liu Xianqin seemed to be waiting for someone, she just drank cup after cup of the tea that was not even as good as water, and didn't call anything else.

I don't know if that Xiaoer has never seen such a person who looks like a banished fairy, but he just stared blankly at Liu Xianqin drinking one cup after another, and didn't go up to say hello.

Fu Jinghong took small bites of the steamed buns, and finally finished eating, but Liu Xianqin over there was still drinking tea with a calm expression on his face, and after he drank the pot on the table, Xiao Er woke up like a dream He went up and asked him what he wanted.

Liu Xianqin remained silent, turned her head and glanced at the faded teapot.

Xiao Er was stunned for a moment, and went to fill the teapot with tea, flattered.

Fu Jinghong also took a sip of tea silently, but he never tasted anything special.

Just when he was struggling silently, someone came to the inn again.