On Qingcheng Mountain, in the bamboo forest behind the burned Jianlu, three more bamboo towers were built.

Zhang Yuan used to be a carpenter, but the war made him a refugee. Later, when he was passing through Lintong, he picked up Xiaotong, which is how Xiaotong got his name. Later, he begged all the way to Yuzhou City.

Because he is a refugee and has no household registration, Zhang Yuan can only beg even though he has excellent carpentry skills.

However, with Jiang Yunqing's suggestion and Zhang Yuan's design, these three bamboo buildings are quite exquisite, at least much better than the simple sword house built by Uncle Yang himself.

After these days of warmth and care, Uncle Yang's life condition has finally stabilized, but the problem of severe muscle atrophy has not yet been resolved.

Although Jiang Yunqing had already replenished Uncle Yang's body's nutritional deficiencies several times over, he was only treating the symptoms but not the root cause. Uncle Yang had to slowly recover from this problem.

Xiaotong's poisoned throat was nourished by Jiang Yunqing's Shennong Jue several times, and he was able to speak. However, his throat was damaged after all. Although Jiang Yunqing removed the toxin, the damaged parts were difficult to recover. As before.

There is nothing that can be done about it. His Shennong Jue's internal energy is indeed very vigorous. With the arrangement, it can still be used as a living dead. He has already done this. His master, Uncle Yang, was the one he snatched back from the underworld.

But for Jiang Yunqing himself, this thing of flesh and bones can be achieved, but it is not all because of his Shennong Jue internal power, but more because his body, which has been transformed long ago and is not like ordinary people, has extremely strong The self-healing ability and the inner strength of Shennong Jue only play an energy supply role to a certain extent.

It is conceivable that when the internal force of his Shennong Jue acts on other people's bodies, its effect on external injuries is not particularly great, at least compared to his own, it is not worth mentioning.

After delivering the internal energy that Uncle Yang needed to replenish today, Jiang Yunqing stopped and got out of bed.

"Crunch!"

At this time, Zhang Yuan pushed open the ajar bamboo door.

"Mr. Lang, there is a man coming from outside, saying he wants to see you."

Jiang Yunqing had repeatedly taught Zhang Yuan not to use honorifics when addressing him. After all, Zhang Yuan was already in his thirties, and he was only twenty-four years old. No matter what, he was going to lose his life.

But Zhang Yuan kept insisting on calling him that. Jiang Yunqing couldn't do anything to him, so he could only let him live. If his life is shortened, his life span should be quite long.

He shook his head helplessly, but then his brows furrowed.

Jianlu was destroyed, not to mention the descendants of the Li Tang royal family, Li Xingyun brought Longquan out of the mountain, who would come to this inconspicuous valley in Qingcheng Mountain?

She still came to see him. Jiang Yunqing didn't remember that he had any deep interactions with anyone. Could it be Zhang Zifan?

"What does that man look like, but he has white hair?"

"Uh!" Zhang Yuan scratched his head: "He is covered all over. I don't know if he has white hair. He is wearing a hat and a mask. I can't tell what he looks like."

Jiang Yunqing's pupils suddenly shrank, and the figure of the bad handsome man instantly appeared in his mind, and his whole body shuddered subconsciously.

No matter in his previous life or in this life, he has never met anyone who can make him so desperate. It seems that he can't change the ending he wants to give you despite all his efforts.

He looked back at Zhang Yuan and Uncle Yang lying on the bed, and also thought of Xiaotong who was guarding the stove making medicine in the next room.

He seemed to have no way out.

"Huh...breathe...huh..."

Take a deep breath and force yourself to be calm, not to show off to others, but to stabilize your heartbeat that suddenly accelerates and to suppress the adrenaline secreted by fear.

As the saying goes, there is great terror between life and death, and bad handsomeness made him walk on this road of life and death for the first time.

"Watch my master, no matter what happens outside, don't come out."

Jiang Yunqing suppressed the fear in her heart, hid the fear on her face, and went out.

Zhang Yuan was stunned in the room, looking at Jiang Yunqing who came out, and then at Uncle Yang lying on the bed. He didn't understand what was happening.

Could it be an enemy seeking revenge? I was making random guesses in my mind.

However, although Zhang Yuan was worried, he listened to what Jiang Yunqing said and did not go out. He just stared at Uncle Yang closely, hoping that nothing would happen to Jiang Yunqing.

He relied on Jiang Yunqing to have a stable life now.

Once something happens to Jiang Yunqing, he will soon be beaten back to his original shape.

Jiang Yunqing went out and looked up, and saw the bad handsome man standing on the dock where the fire had not been burned out by the small lake, standing with his hands behind his back.

There was a slight breeze on the lake, which easily created ripples on the lake. However, when it hit the Bad Handsome's side, it didn't even stir up a fluttering corner of his clothes.

He tapped his toes on the ground, stepped on the air a few times and moved around, and within a moment he was behind the bad handsome man.

"The more dangerous the place, the safer it is. The ruined Jianlu in Qingcheng Mountain is indeed a good hiding place."

Sensing Jiang Yunqing's arrival, the bad handsome man also turned around. Under the gloomy mask, his dark eyes without any light showed a chilling coldness.

Suddenly, the bad handsome figure appeared blurry for a moment. Jiang Yunqing secretly thought that something was wrong, but it was too late to avoid it.

The next moment, the bad handsome man quietly appeared in front of him and slapped him casually.

This scene is so familiar.

Fear suddenly came to mind, but before Jiang Yunqing's face showed the look of fear, the crazy secretion of adrenaline suppressed the fear in his heart in an instant.

Perhaps because he was daring to be evil, Jiang Yunqing temporarily overcame the fear in his heart, punched out, and faced the bad handsome man.

"Bang!"

There was a loud noise, and the birds in the forest fled in all directions, while most of the animals were prostrate and did not dare to move.

The fists and palms met, and the storm on Bad Handsome's side stirred up water waves one or two feet high. On Jiang Yunqing's side, the main bamboo forest suffered heavy losses.

However, the result this time was not like the one-sided crushing the first time. It seemed that we had really entered into a evenly matched situation.

"Isn't this still hidden from you?" Jiang Yunqing shook her head helplessly, but she was answering the bad handsome man's previous question.

It can be seen from this that although he is not as casual as a bad handsome man, he is still within the scope of being able to do it with ease.

"I have made a hexagram, what do you think it will be like?"

Under the cold mask of the bad guy, there was a hint of amusement in the cold voice he spat out.

"Do you think I have returned to Jianlu?"

Jiang Yunqing grinned, chatting and laughing with the bad handsome man a little leisurely.

The internal energy of the Shennong Jue is constantly flowing into his fist, but it takes several times the internal energy to compete with the extremely strong internal energy of the bad handsome man. Fortunately, Jiang Yunqing's internal energy has always had one characteristic, that is, it is large and full!

"No, my commander's divination shows that Uncle Yang is not dead!"

"snort!"

Suddenly, Jiang Yunqing was like a dragon whose scales had been touched. The internal energy in his body passed through the three burners, and the five qi spurted out towards the source.

The internal energy that surged around was like the beard of an angry dragon, with teeth and five claws. He swung his fist with his left arm like an angry dragon waving its tail, and hit the bad guy with extremely powerful force.

The bad handsome man did not retreat but advanced. The eyes hidden in the darkness under the cold mask suddenly flashed with two flashes of red light. It seemed that even the fighting spirit that had been dormant for hundreds of years was ignited. His right hand turned into a fist and hit Jiang Yunqing directly. fist.

"Bang!"

The valley seemed to limit the spread of the loud noise, and it could only echo in the valley, but this time there were no birds rushing to fly into the sky.

In the bamboo house, Zhang Yuan was holding a stool and nervously guarding Uncle Yang's bedside. The loud noise that came from before made him feel his heart in his throat and he was extremely nervous.

At this time, this loud noise sounded, and Zhang Yuan felt deafening, and then he entered a complete silence, and any sound around him disappeared without a trace.

Am I deaf?

Zhang Yuan hurriedly covered his ears, but the stool in his hand fell straight down and hit Zhang Yuan's feet.

"Ah, it hurts, it hurts so much!"

Zhang Yuan's leg that was hit immediately bounced up, holding it with both hands. He knew clearly what he said, but he couldn't hear anything, only the ringing in his ears.

Xiaotong in the bamboo building next door was doing better. When the first loud noise was heard, she had already covered her ears and shrank into the corner.

Although he still felt deaf, at least he didn't make a fool of himself like Zhang Yuan.

On the battlefield here, Jiang Yunqing slid straight back, plowing a ravine on the dirt ground several feet long and no more than his ankles, until he hit a tree trunk so thick that two or three people could hold it. The tree that came over stopped the retreating trend.

His left arm was shaking uncontrollably, and he could no longer feel any sensation. A trail of blood slowly flowed out from the corner of his mouth. He forced himself to swallow back the blood that surged to the tip of his throat. A pair of sharp eyes that Jiang Yunqing had never shown before stared at him intently. Bad handsome, never transferred.

On the other hand, Bad Handsome was also shocked. He took a step back with his right foot and dug it deeply into the ground to stabilize his body.

He raised his head, and under the cold mask, a faint red light appeared, looking at Jiang Yunqing.

Eyes facing each other······

ps: I'm sick, and I originally thought about asking for leave to stay at home while typing, but it turns out...

Forget it, it’s too bad, I’ll finish this chapter today.