In the wasteland, Wu Gen was lying on the ground, his body in severe pain and unable to move at all.
The long sword has penetrated the body and penetrated deeply into the ground. Looking at the black shoes walking step by step in the distance, I couldn't help but feel despair.
Lin Ruoshi walked up to Wu Gen and sighed softly: "I thought it would be a lot of fun to have people like you working with me. Unfortunately, the gap between you and me is so big now. Let me tell you the truth. I can control two swords at the same time, and the other sword has long been lying in wait in the air, just waiting for you to take the bait."
"Haha, if... if your master hadn't been here and hurt me with his sword energy first, who would have died and who would have survived today would have been determined.
Lin Ruoshi, I said you were a coward, and I was indeed right. Now it seems that he is like a child with a yellow mouth, who can only show off his power under the protection of his elders. When I think of fighting with you in the past, my value has really dropped a lot. "Wu Gen smiled miserably, spitting blood from his mouth from time to time, with a look of contempt on his face.
Lin Ruoshi knelt down and said calmly: "Wu Gen, there is no need to resort to such tactic in vain. You and I are essentially the same kind of people, and we take both honor and disgrace lightly. As long as the goal is achieved, let me put on women's clothes and go out on the streets to show off and laugh." No problem. To be honest, I really want to keep your life. With you as my whetstone, you can force me to work hard."
Wu Gen looked sarcastic, "Then let me go, and we will have a good fight in the future. Are you afraid that I will become your inner demon, making it difficult to advance in the art of swordsmanship?"
"Inner demon? Haha, you think too highly of yourself. In my eyes, you are like a clown, a twilight mosquito, not worth mentioning." Lin Ruoshi said disdainfully.
"Stop lying to yourself. Even your bullshit master has noticed it. Unknowingly, you have regarded me as your enemy. Lin Ruoshi, you can't even face this. How much success you want to achieve in the future is a joke." Wu Gen took a few breaths, and the pain from the wound came, making it very difficult to even speak.
Lin Ruoshi was startled, lowered his head and thought deeply for a moment, frowned and said: "Think carefully, what you said is not unreasonable. Indeed, I tried my best to think that you are just a villain worth mentioning, but in fact you are trying to cover up my Powerless. Hu..."
Heaving a sigh of relief, Lin Ruoshi said with relief: "Wu Gen, I have decided to let you go today. I don't believe it. With my strength and intelligence, I can't defeat you, a bandit."
Standing up, Lin Ruoshi pulled out the sword from Wu Gen and saluted behind Wu Gen.
Wu Gen was in pain and was covered in sweat. Suddenly his heart moved slightly. When he turned around, he saw a monk coming to him at some point. This man's monk's robe was worn out, with patches on it one after another. Seeing Lin Ruo perform the ritual, the monk put his hands together and said nothing.
Returning to the middle-aged man, Lin Ruoshi said calmly: "Master, please forgive me for disobeying the master's orders and letting this man go. With such a person constantly training me, my swordsmanship will not be cut off, but will only become stronger." solid."
The middle-aged man glanced at Lin Ruoshi in surprise, "It's decided."
"My disciple has made up his mind."
"Okay, follow me to the soldiers' tomb. The murderous intention here is just for sharpening your sword skills."
The two of them walked towards the soldiers' grave, one behind the other, without even looking at the monk.
Seeing the two people leaving, the monk leaned down, turned Wu Gen over, and gently pressed his fingers on his chest, and the chaotic blood suddenly calmed down. He also took out some powder and sprinkled it on Wu Gen's wound.
Holding Wu Gen in his arms, the monk prepared to leave.
Wu Gen was a little anxious, "Knife... knife." He pointed at the broken knife thrown far away.
The monk frowned slightly, but still picked up the knife and disappeared into the wind and sand with Wu Gen.
What kind of place is this? Why is it so dark? After an unknown amount of time, Wu Gen slowly opened his eyes and looked at the dilapidated hut.
"Grandpa, he's awake." A clear voice sounded. Wu Gen turned his head and saw a girl with many pigtails and animal skins, shouting happily outside.
"Ji'er, I understand, go get the minced meat from the pot." Following the voice, an old man with gray hair and a dark complexion walked in. When he saw Wu Gen, a smile appeared on his face, "Young man, don't move. Master Muji has treated your wound, but there is still some sword energy left in the body and needs to be pulled out bit by bit."
Wu Gen struggled to speak, "Thank you, sir, for saving me. I don't know where we are."
The old man looked kind, and stretched out his hand to touch Wu Gen's forehead, "This is the Huangling Mausoleum, not a royal palace, but a barbaric wilderness. The fever has gone away, and as expected, you are still young. You can finally survive such a serious injury." The master said Yes, your body is already injured, and this added injury is really dangerous."
Wu Gen struggled to raise his head and looked at his tightly wrapped body. Only then did he remember that he had been rescued by a monk.
In the territory of Zhao State, monks and their like are almost extinct. It was strange to see a monk in this deserted place.
At this moment, cheerful footsteps came from the door, and the little girl walked in quickly, holding a clay pot in her hands, her face flushed from suppressing her emotions. As soon as she arrived at the house, the little girl quickly put the clay pot on the table and blew on her little hand with her mouth, "It's burned to death, it's burned to death."
The old man said lovingly, "I don't know why I put a piece of cloth on my hand." He turned to Wu Gen and said, "Old man, my name is Yu Shou, and this is my granddaughter Chuji. Young man, I will help you up and eat some minced meat, so that the injury will heal." It will get better faster.”
As he spoke, the old man helped Wu Gen up, picked up a spoon and scooped out the cooked minced meat, and fed Wu Gen a spoonful to eat. Xiao Chuji watched Wu Gen swallow and swallowed several times unconsciously. Sensing Wu Gen's gaze, he quickly covered his mouth, "Ji'er is not greedy, brother, eat."
Wu Gen ate half of the can and said quickly: "Sir, I'm full. Thank you for taking care of me."
Yu Shou looked at the clay pot and said with a wry smile: "Young man, the products here are not abundant, so you have to bear some rough food." He stretched out his hand and handed the clay pot to Yu Chuji, "Take it and eat it, you may be hungry."
Little Chuji stared at the clay pot, but waved his hands repeatedly, "Grandpa, eat. Chuji is not hungry. Look, his belly is still bulging." As he spoke, he tried his best to bulge his belly.
"Oh, grandpa has already eaten it while hunting outside. This is specially reserved for you. Eat it quickly."
"real."
"of course it's true."
"Then I'll eat it." Chu Ji happily took the clay pot and started eating. After a while, she actually ate half of the pot of minced meat by herself.
Wu Gen saw this and knew in his heart that he had already eaten the old man's meal. He couldn't help but feel apologetic, "Sir, this..."
"Hey." The old man stopped Wu Gen, and after the child took the pot away, he said, "You don't have to be so polite. Just call me Uncle Fang. As you get older, you eat less. You won't die from hunger. . You should rest well first, don’t worry, everything is safe here." The old man covered Wu Gen with a thin quilt, turned around and went out.
Wu Gen watched him leave gratefully. He was tired and fell asleep again. Lying on the bed, Wu Gen looked ugly. In his sleep, he always dreamed of a knife and a sword fighting each other.
When I woke up again, it was already bright. As soon as he opened his eyes, a pair of big black eyes were looking at him intently, "You're awake, what's your name?"
Seeing Chu Ji's curious expression, Wu Gen smiled and told his name, and with Chu Ji's help, he reluctantly sat up. The curtain opened and a monk named Muji walked in. After looking at Wu Gen's face, he stretched out his fingers and put them on his wrist.
After a while, Mu Ji's expression softened, "The sword energy raging in the donor's body has been restrained. This sword energy has penetrated deep into the internal organs. If you are not careful, it may disrupt the meridians throughout the body and cut off the future of martial arts. I wanted to wait until the donor's body It's better, the poor monk tried to take action again, but he didn't expect that the donor had already pressed it down, which is a good thing."
Thinking of the scene in last night's dream, Wu Gen realized in his heart that Lin Ruoshi had kept saying he had let him go, but in fact, he had hidden such a trick for himself. Boy, you are cruel.
Seeing that Wu Gen's body was no longer seriously injured, Mu Ji said: "If the donor can rely on his own cultivation to wear away the sword energy bit by bit, it may be a chance. Of course, the poor monk can also help the donor pull out the sword energy." .”
Recalling the situation that day, Lin Ruoshi suddenly changed his mind and thought that he might have noticed Mu Ji's arrival. Wu Gen couldn't help but asked curiously: "Did the master recognize those two people?"
Mu Ji shook his head and said: "I don't recognize him. It's just that when we met by chance outside, the poor monk received a sword from the older man. From then on, we no longer make things difficult for the poor monk when we meet again."
Watching Mu Ji say this in an understatement, Wu Gen was secretly shocked. He had personally experienced Master Lin Ruoshi's strength. A single sword energy could kill him, but Mu Ji took it hard. The sword was intact, no wonder those two people let him go easily.
"Master, let me destroy this sword energy bit by bit. It can be regarded as a kind of practice." Wu Gen wanted to learn about Lin Ruoshi's sword energy so that he could be prepared when we meet again.
"Good. Give me a good rest." After saying that, Mu Ji went out and left without mentioning changing the dressing, as if he wanted Wu Gen to get through it on his own.
On the third day, Wu Gen finally got off the ground and walked out the door holding on to the wall. Looking around, he couldn't help but be a little surprised.
No wonder this place is called Huangling. Looking up, you can see that there are graves of various sizes all over the mountains and plains, one next to another, and you don’t know how many people are buried there.
Yu Shou, who was weaving baskets, saw Wu Gen and helped him sit down under the eaves. The sun is clear today, the sunshine is warm, and it is quite pleasant.
After some conversation, Wu Gen finally found out that Yu Shou was from the tomb-keeper clan. They have been reproducing from generation to generation in order to protect the countless tombs in front of them.
It was the same for Yu Shou's generation. From the time he took over the job at the age of forty until he became an old man, he never left this cemetery. Of course, before the age of forty, the tomb keeper can go out to marry a wife and have children, otherwise this lineage would have been extinct long ago.
The same goes for Chu Ji's parents. When they gave birth to little Chu Ji, they originally wanted to raise him outside. However, the two of them were unfortunately caught in the mist during a hunting trip, and they tried their best to bring Chu Ji back and then died.
Wu Gen secretly sighed, it would be fine if he died just like that. I'm afraid the two of them would have turned into monsters by then, but they just didn't want others to find out. There is no need to delve into the outcome.
When asked about the origin of Mu Ji, Yu Shou was a little confused. He only said that this person came from another continent and was an ascetic monk. After traveling to Xingluo Plain, he saw the garrison being disturbed by the fog, so he stayed and wanted to help cure those who were poisoned.
This stay lasted for more than twenty years. During this period, I tried various methods, but with little success. After traveling to Huangling, he suddenly realized that Chu Ji was cured by him.
Thinking back to the beginning, Chu Ji also showed signs of being poisoned, and Mu Ji tried his best to save her. From then on, Muji lived here with his grandfather and grandson, devoted himself to research, and went out to practice medicine for the garrison from time to time.
In the afternoon, the originally warm weather suddenly turned bad. Black fog appeared in the western sky, and the darkness came over. When we arrived at the Huangling Mausoleum, the white air rising from the mausoleum formed two large whirlpools, which were mixed together and looked quite spectacular.
Wu Gen looked at this scene in surprise. He did not expect that there would be such a magnificent and strange celestial phenomenon in this desolate land.
While he was in a daze, Yu Shou beside him said, "It was from this that Master Muji figured out how to treat the garrison."
"Oh." Wu Gen turned his head in surprise.
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