There is unrest at the foot of the mountain, mostly because Shan Tao Rong and the Five Jue troops came to investigate and return defeated. The mountain is gloomy and gloomy, but it is because besides Liu Qing in the mountain, the junior brother Yun Zhong suffered another disaster.
Forefoot senior brother Liu Qingcai was severely injured and lay down in the large array set up by the old woodcutter to warm himself up. For two full days and nights, he did not recover. Although he could barely speak, it was still difficult to get up. According to the words of the old woodcutter who stayed on the mountain all day drinking and drinking, Liu Qing was suffering from internal and external troubles at the moment, which was why he ended up in such a desolate situation: first, the internal energy was depleted, causing the meridians and acupuncture points all over his body to be like dead branches and grass; second, It was a traumatic injury that almost completely injured all the five internal organs. Moreover, there was no one to protect him when he broke through, and his state of mind was unstable. Shan Taorong almost made a domineering move and almost collapsed the realm. All these reasons were ruined for him, so he is now The bones in the body are extremely weak and it will be difficult to recover for a while.
Qian Yin and Zhao Ziyang were really busy in the past few days. The old woodcutter just crossed his legs and popped out the name of the medicinal materials from his mouth like a ball rolling beans, asking the two of them to find it quickly, while he himself He brought the fine wine he had saved from Nangong Mountain. He kept drinking it, but he seemed to feel unsatisfied. He simply held up the wine vat with one hand and poured wine, until the wine flowed over his torn clothes.
If alchemy is an easy way to make a living, Qian Yin was not so tired that he fell asleep all day long. Now, even if the two of them are refining alchemy, it will not be any lighter. Zhao Ziyang has never studied alchemy since he came forward. No matter how to pronounce the names of medicinal materials that are difficult to pronounce, or how to light the elixir fire at the bottom of the alchemy cauldron, he knows nothing about it. As a result, instead of helping Qian Yin, he almost mixed many medicinal materials together, causing Qian Yin to have a headache. He had no choice but to send Zhao Ziyang to find Yun Zhong, who was sleeping soundly in the house. At least the latter knew a little bit about how to help. .
Zhao Ziyang hurriedly rushed to Yun Zhong's room, only to see that the latter was sleeping soundly. He didn't even know that someone had walked in the door. He hugged the bed beside him and was sleeping. Zhao Ziyang frowned, but when he raised his hand to call, However, he noticed that the young man seemed to be surrounded by a layer of light mist, which made the light appear dim and particularly dazzling in the dark room.
"Junior brother, wake up." Zhao Ziyang raised two fingers and poked his junior brother on the forehead, then quickly stretched out his hand with a worried look on his face.
However, he felt that the young man's forehead was as cold as iron. It didn't look like he had been asleep for a long time. Instead, it looked like he had been tossing all day and night in the heavy snow and the depth of winter. It was so cold that Zhao Ziyang repeatedly retracted his hands and could not get closer.
"There seems to be a remnant soul in this kid who has dispersed not long ago." Zhao Ziyang turned around when he heard the sound, but was almost forced to retreat by the strong smell of alcohol. He hurriedly covered his mouth and nose, "Senior, you are really powerful. I haven't gotten drunk even after drinking a lot of wine every day, and now I still have time to wander around, which is really convincing to this junior."
The old woodcutter could not detect the thorn in the words of the boy in front of him, "Wu Shuang is a good master. If you don't learn that flattery skill from him, you will inevitably slap the wrong place. If the slap hits the horse's hoof, you will be trampled on the ground." lock up."
Immediately ignoring what Zhao Ziyang said, he walked straight forward and slapped the sleeping young man with one palm.
Although the sound was huge, it was not to take Yun Zhong's life, but to press his palm close to the young man's face, causing the strong inner energy to slowly force out the remaining soul stored in the young man's body.
After a long time, the old man closed his palm, frowned, and said slowly to himself, "Supposedly, this palm of my hand is enough to drive away the demonic remnant souls in the four realms, but why does the soul on this kid not move, even if it is a remnant soul?" It has already dissipated, so it made the host's body cold. We should have forced the cold air and the remaining soul out of the body, but now it has little effect, which is strange."
The woodcutter was pacing around the room, muttering something in his mouth, "This is the evil-dispelling palm I learned from the old cow's nose. It is an extremely serious Taoist method. How can it be useless? Even the remnant souls of the five realms are worthy of it." The throbbing is two points, could it be that it is above the fifth realm?"
Immediately, the old man stopped laughing and looked at the young man who was still sleeping soundly. "I have thought too much. With such a talent in meridians, how can there be such good luck that reaches the heaven and the earth? Is there any person who is above the five realms and has the ability to reach the heaven? When his soul dissipates, he will pass on all his knowledge to such a young person with poor qualifications."
It is often said in martial arts books that an expert can recruit a poor disciple and then teach him carefully, so that this initially ignorant disciple can dominate the world and find no opponent. But in the real world, there are no such casual people.
With a body of cultivation and two sleeves of courage, how can he give away the mantle and skills he has accumulated after years of struggling for life and death in the world?
While he was wandering, a figure suddenly appeared between Yun Zhong's eyebrows. He stood at the side of the bed, glanced at the lingering old woodcutter with a smile, and muttered, "The path chosen is a bit wrong, but it's very good." It's fast, so it's not wrong. Talented people were hard to find even in the past when the Taoist sect had not yet declined."
The figure looked at Zhao Ziyang with a wry smile again, and was amazed, "It's hard to describe wealth in destiny, but rich people have always experienced a lot of loneliness. They need to survive it first, and then talk about wealth."
In the entire Nangong Mountain, no one noticed that there was a figure in the mountain. Even the old woodcutter, who was in the extreme position, did not see the late spring breeze outside the window, slowly taking the figure outside the house.
Just like the breeze embracing the moon.
The vague figure looked at the scholar lying in the formation, and also went to see the fat alchemist who was busy in the alchemy room. By the way, he picked up two urgently needed medicinal plants that had fallen to the side. The medicine field, the main hall, and the house The small building, together with the shallow pit on the top of the mountain where the young man once sat cross-legged and watched the sword, can be seen everywhere in the mountain.
There is an old man in the village at the foot of the mountain who often looks towards the top of the mountain, and the shallow golden light in the fish basket in his hand also falls in the eyes of the figure.
At this moment, there is nothing else in the back mountain except the distant mountains with flowers. This is the time of late spring and almost summer, so the sky is clear and the eyes are wide, and the fine streams are flowing down from the top of the mountain, which is very peaceful.
But in the eyes of the figure, there is a straight sword energy soaring into the sky in the back mountain, passing through the clouds, and it is unknown how many thousands of miles away it is.
"It's a pity that I have never seen with my own eyes what kind of person that young man's master is. But just by seeing the movements of the five realms, he is at least much better than I was back then."
"Generations of great talents are fascinating."
The blurry figures began to fall apart, like burning weeds blowing in the wind and flying powder, or like the snow dust in the middle of winter blowing in the wind.
Although we bid farewell to the immortals and gods in the sky, we still need to sleep on the green mountains below.
Whoever realizes the big dream first will be able to sleep peacefully.
In Yunzhong's house, the doors and windows were not closed, and the strong wind blew a piece of rice paper across the window.
There is only one vertical mark left on the paper, but nothing remains.
