Dan Yi had internal injuries and couldn't stand for long. After watching for a while, she sat down on the chair. Chen Ziqi's buttocks hurt, and she didn't want to sit on the hard chair, and looked at Dan Yi's thigh covetously.
The slender and flexible thighs, sitting on the side just enough to get the butt stuck in the leg seam, must be very comfortable. Feeling the desire in Chen Ziqi's eyes, Dan Yi pursed her lips and chuckled, patted her thigh and motioned for him to come and sit.
Needle Xuan and Ren Zongmoi discussed a few sentences, turned to look at the palace master, but found that the two had already overlapped.
"..." In broad daylight, the sky is so bright, it's really unsightly. Needle Xuan felt that he was going to change his name to Needle Eye.
"Since when did you stop eating salt?" Chen Ziqi asked Yuan Mo, who was trapped in salt.
Yuan Mie took a large gulp of water and coughed twice, "That's what happened after returning from Beimo." He was the highest martial artist among the disciples of Kong Mingzong, and when he heard that Dazhang fought the Xiongnu, his blood boiled. I want to defend my country.
There was nothing to eat on the battlefield. Every day was steamed bread and vegetable soup, and there was no time to worry about it. When I returned to Kong Mingzong, I found that my taste had become weak, and I thought I was used to eating in the military camp, and didn't care.
"Your junior brother is still a senior brother, called Yuansha. Have you been to the Northern Desert Battlefield too?" Chen Ziqi remembered the group of monks who had clashed with them in Luoyang, and that Yuanhai kept saying that his junior brother was subjected to sorcery , Thinking about it now, probably because it was too close to Dan Yi, the worms in the body became frantic.
"Yes, he has also been to Beimo." Yuan Mo nodded, looked up at Chen Ziqi, and when he saw the appearance of the two, he quickly lowered his head and chanted the Buddha's name silently.
The problem is already obvious. People who came back from the Beimo battlefield do not like to eat salt. These people claim that not eating salt is a sign of merit in the battlefield, and many people are eager to imitate them. Zhang Jiabao, who shouted the most, died the fastest.
Chen Ziqi and Dan Yi bit their ears, "It is estimated that Tiande or the second child did this." Emperor Tiande wanted to rely on the martial arts people to fight against the Huns, and Qi Zong was his power, why did he take action
"Both Sword Union and Qi Zong were recruited, and Qi Zong suffered more casualties, so the King of Anhui is also very suspicious." Dan Yi raised his eyes to look at Ren Zongmo.
These words were just for the monk Yuanye to hear. In fact, Dan Yi was even more suspicious of the gray-robed Gu Master beside Tiande Emperor, who was Ren Zongmie's rebellious senior brother, Yan Feijue.
Ren Zongmie also thought of this, this kind of thing does seem like what his deranged senior brother would do.
Yan Feijue's mother died when he was young, and his father worked for others in the city, leaving him in the village to be looked after by relatives. His relatives treated him as a servant, and the children in the village often bullied him. Later, all the people in that village suddenly died, and he was the only one left standing at the entrance of the village. He happened to meet their master and took the surviving Yan Feijue back to the Ten Thousand Gu Clan.
Yan Feijue never said how the people of that village died, and their master was also tight-lipped about it. But Ren Zongmoe always felt that those people were Yan Fei's lore kills, because every time Yan Feijue told him about this, he was very happy.
"When those people died, it was very interesting to roll around on the ground." Yan Feijue, who was only twelve years old, was full of excitement when he first followed Ren Zongmie to describe the incident.
Most of the bugs on Yuan Mie's body have been forced out, but some of them cannot be forced out of the organs, so they can only be suppressed first, and then wait until Ren Zong Mie finds a complete cure. The prescription that Zhen Xuan prescribed to Yuan Dei was salted radish, salted duck eggs, pickled cabbage with pickled gourd and soy beans.
The warrior monk who was drowned in pickles finally realized that greed, hatred and delusion do not need to be cured.
The sun was setting in the west, the sky was getting late, and the mountains and forests fell into darkness.
Li Yuhan woke up in a drowsiness, a burning pain came from the wound on his body, he touched his sword subconsciously, and found that the sword was still there, he was slightly relieved. He sat up with his sword scabbard, looked left and right, there was no one around, only a few crows whining and circling in the air.
The Eight Wastelands, where Sixiang Lake is located, looks like a flat land from a distance. In fact, there are many undulating soil slopes and some broad rift valleys. Here is a rift near Sixiang Lake, and the valley is full of lush grass and shrubs. The wind blew through the rift, making a whistling sound like a wolf howl.
Yesterday, he faced off against Huang Huazhen at Sixiang Lake. He had not finished the last stage of his three-tiered sword practice. He was naturally inferior to Huang Huazhen, who had reached the pinnacle of swordsmanship on Mount Huangshan.
The three-tiered sword is famous for its beautiful and complicated moves. The sword light passes by in a trance, and the shadows are like silver peacocks opening the screen. The Huanghuaxian sword is restrained to death, delaying enough time to let Chen Ziqi Leave.
Huang Hua was ashamed to see that Guiyun Palace had left, and the scene became more and more chaotic. He was anxious, and regardless of the alliance, he used 100% of his inner strength to pour into the tip of his sword. With a "bang", Li Yuhan's sword was cracked open, and then he used the ultimate trick "Pine Wind Returns Waves", which quickly swiped along Li Yuhan's sword, and scratched his arm with a backhand sword.
"Leader!" At this moment, the disciples of the Huangshan faction came to respond and surrounded Li Yuhan. Huang Huazhen took the opportunity to escape, and when he flew to the shore, he killed a crazy disciple of the extreme sun.
Luo Hongfeng was very angry when he saw the people of his murderous Qi sect, and slapped the two disciples of the Sword League to death.
Everyone in the Sixiang Lake was red-eyed, Li Yuhan was injured, and he was defeated by one enemy and five. He was kicked off the stone platform and fell into the lake.
Consciousness left the body for a moment, and then was awakened by the lake water that choked his nose. Li Yuhan opened his eyes in the water, and saw a terrifying human head staring straight at him. Gray worms kept gushing out from the section of the severed head, rushing towards him frantically.
Closing his eyes, covering his mouth and nose, he used his internal energy to break through the water. Li Yuhan quickly stepped on the water and fell on the shore, feeling a sharp pain in his arm. Quickly tearing open the sleeve to check, I saw two gray nematodes burrowing into the wound, leaving only a tail. Immediately, he slashed the piece of flesh with his sword, but to no avail, he saw a gray line running up the tendons, and then disappeared, and no trace could be found.
Quickly tapping a few big acupoints around his neck, Li Yuhan stood up, and a disciple who didn't know his sect pointed at him and shouted, "He, he was penetrated by a Gu worm!"
As soon as this statement came out, the people around him who were red-eyed immediately rushed towards him.
Gu worms entered the body, the more internal force was used, the faster the worms swam, Li Yuhan gritted his teeth, turned around and ran. The few Huangshan disciples also chased after them. Li Yuhan looked at the same mess of Lushan sect. Instead of running towards his sect, he turned and ran towards the periphery of Sixiang Lake.
Luo Hongfeng's "Kill to Kill" voice resounded throughout the audience, if he continued to stay in Sixiang Lake, he would surely die.
The wound on his arm was bleeding all the time, and his body was getting colder and colder. Li Yuhan didn't know how long he had been running. He stepped on the air and fell into a rift valley.
When I touched the wound, the blood had already dried up, and my stomach was hungry. Obviously, I didn't just fall in, it should have been a day and a night. Li Yuhan tore off an inner shirt and wrapped the exposed wound, feeling dizzy for a while, trying to use his inner strength, clambering on the roots and rocks on the soil wall, and climbed up in three or two strokes.
Then, a large net fell from the sky, trapping Li Yuhan firmly in it.
The sound of the fire lit up, "Thorn," was especially evident in the silent wasteland. The torches lit up, reflecting three faces with bad expressions.
"I just said that the fish that slip through the net can be found along the blood line." These people, wearing blue robes with a small gossip formation embroidered on their shoulders, were disciples of the Liuhe Sect.
It seems that they were ordered to patrol around Sixiang Lake to find missing martial artists.
"I don't know if he has worms?"
"It doesn't matter if he is infected or not, just kill him."
They don't want to be bitten suddenly on the way to bring people back, and then they won't be cured. After a simple and rude discussion, the three took out the wine gourd from their waists and splashed it on Li Yuhan. Greasy and sticky with a slight aroma, it's oil!
Li Yuhan's pupils shrank as he watched the flaming torches thrown straight at his door. This oil is flammable and difficult to put out. At the critical moment, he had to use 100% of his internal strength, instantly broke the hemp rope around his body, and kicked the torch back with one foot. The torch lit the corner of one of the disciples' clothes, and the man screamed and rolled on the ground.
The rough hemp rope rubbed against the wound that was only covered with a layer of cloth, causing the wound that had just scabbed to burst again. Li Yuhan covered his arm, held a sword in one hand, and pointed at the three.
"Ah ah—" The man saw Li Yuhan's eyes clearly and shouted. Those calm and self-controlled eyes have turned crimson red, and they look like they are going to go crazy at any time.
Crazy people are not scary. Crazy people with strong martial arts are scary. The three of them saw the internal force of his cracking the hemp rope, obviously not his gaze, and they quickly fled with rolling and crawling.
Li Yuhan stood there, trembling all over, and he also felt that his consciousness was gradually losing. Are you about to turn into a biting monster? Shaking his head, Li Yuhan tapped a few big acupoints on his own, raised his sword, and placed it across his neck. Even if you die, you can't become a walking dead.
"啾—" A loud eagle chirping sounded in the air, and after that, Li Yuhan didn't know anything.
When he opened his eyes again, there was a bright candle in front of him, and a handsome man in a ginger yellow long-sleeved long shirt stood in front of him, as if looking at him. Taking a closer look, the man's eyes were tightly closed, his face was as white as paper, and he was obviously not alive.
"Are you a ghost?" Li Yuhan said blankly.
"That's right, I'm the ghost messenger Xiaomian, hand over your guide money." The ghost messenger raised his chin slightly and stretched out a cold hand towards him.
The author has something to say: Small Theater:
Complete annihilation: The Buddha said that life will end in suffering, honestly do not deceive me
Qiqi: Is there suffering
Round off: bitter radish, bitter beans, bitter cabbage
Qiqi: Isn't it salty
Needle Xuan: Oh, I was afraid that the curative effect would not be enough, so I added an extra jar of salt
Round off: QAQ