Love and hatred are entangled, and it is difficult to sort out the intertwining of love and hatred. When the man suddenly woke up, he was already trapped in a situation within a situation.
However, Zhao Wuliang returned to Xuanyin Peak and wanted to tell Elder Dai everything about him and Murong Yan, but was unable to speak and could only bury the matter deep in his heart.
He was not a good talker, and the tacit understanding made it even more difficult for him.
Seeing that he had been absent-minded in doing things these days, Elder Dai didn't ask much about it. He just smiled and patted him on the shoulder and said: "There are too many unsatisfactory things in this world. You must also learn to relax your mind."
Zhao Wuliang nodded and said no more words.
After dinner that day, Zhao Wuliang left Xuanyin Hall and went to the back mountain to practice martial arts. He works hard every day, almost without interruption, and has never looked for Murong Yan.
The moonlight was very good tonight. Zhao Wuliang was walking on the tree-lined path when he suddenly found a lake in front of him and a pavilion beside the lake.
The lake breeze rustled the leaves, and the lake water rippled slightly, reflecting the silver light. A woman's soft singing voice could be heard faintly in the distance, which was very much like Murong Yan's unique voice.
Zhao Wuliang stopped immediately and listened. The song was melodious and melodious, as if speaking from the heart, but it revealed endless sadness and loneliness, making people sad to hear it.
He stood quietly for a long time, his eyes confused and empty, as if he was seduced into longing by the singing.
Suddenly, a burst of music resounded throughout the valley. The sound of the piano is gentle and smooth, and the melody is beautiful and elegant. Zhao Wuliang followed the sound of the piano and saw a woman wearing purple clothes with a silk ribbon tied around her waist, holding a guzheng, sitting in the pavilion playing with it. She has a graceful figure and elegant temperament. She looks like a fairy, which is heart-wrenching.
Zhao Wuliang stared blankly at the peerless beauty, his mind went blank and he even forgot to breathe.
The woman raised her bare hands lightly, plucked the strings, and played the song "Nine Netherworlds".
As the notes gradually rose, her eyes became colder and colder, and her whole body exuded a chilling air. She raised her eyebrows slightly and glanced at Zhao Wuliang from the corner of her eye, with murderous intent!
"Zheng..." A sharp and piercing sound of the piano pierced the quiet night. Zhao Wuliang was caught off guard and took two steps back in panic.
He raised his eyes and saw the woman opposite her face covered with frost, her eyes emitting a cold light as sharp as a blade, which made people dare not look directly at her.
She stood up slowly and took two steps towards Zhao Wuliang. Her whole body was filled with strong murderous intent, as if she had transformed into an evil god, which was frightening.
Zhao Wuliang couldn't help but trembled and quickly took two steps back.
"You..." Zhao Wuliang had just uttered one word when he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his chest. He opened his mouth and spurted out a large mouthful of blood, which splashed onto the stone paved path in a bright red color. He shook twice, fell to the ground and passed out.
The woman restrained her murderous intent, looked down at Zhao Wuliang who was lying on the ground, and said lightly: "You deserve it." Then she walked into the twilight with lotus steps.
Zhao Wuliang fell asleep for half an hour before slowly waking up. When he opened his eyes, he found himself lying on the cold and damp bluestone.
"Hiss—" He couldn't help but gasp, and there was a heart-piercing pain in his chest. He looked down and saw that he had been hit by an arrow in the chest. Although the injury was not serious, it was enough to make him drink a pot.
He struggled to get up, looked around, and found that he was surrounded by a deserted forest with towering trees and leafy branches.
"Who?" He suddenly noticed something strange, raised his sword in a hurry and glanced to the left.
I saw a short, fat old man with a mustache sneaking out of the darkness. He chuckled twice and said with a smile on his face: "Young Master is awake! You are so blessed and blessed. Life is tough!"
"Who are you?" Zhao Wuliang asked with a solemn face.
The old man stroked his beard and said, "I am Wu Quanqian, the elder of the Wandu Sect. In the name of the head brother, I came here specifically to rescue the young master from danger."
Zhao Wuliang sneered and said: "Haha, when will the poison transporters save people?"
Wu Quanqian said: "It is a medicine with three parts poison. It can harm people but also save them. Although I am a poison cultivator, I have saved many people."
"How did you know I was poisoned?"
Wu Quanqian laughed twice and said: "You have the fragrance of herbs on your body, I will know it as soon as I smell it."
"He is indeed a poisonous doctor."
"Ashamed, ashamed, I have indeed refined some strange poisons." Wu Quanqian waved his hand and said, "Let me help you heal your injuries first." After that, he took out a pill and handed it to Zhao Wuliang.
Zhao Wuliang took the green pill and swallowed it, feeling that the burning pain in his chest was relieved a lot.
He sat cross-legged, closed his eyes, and started the Xuanyang Jue to activate his inner breath to heal his wounds.
After a while, a ray of light golden heat traveled throughout the body along the meridians. After a while, all the damaged meridians were restored to their original state.
