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buried Zhuo Lingyun next to Xiao Zimeng, Jiang Yun staggered down the winding mountain road, behind him was Zhuo Lingyun's grave, this is really wonderful, obviously just an old man who has only known him for half a year, countless old people in the world, every day and every moment, there may be people who die again, just like the old man Ma who just died under the mountain, Jiang Yun can only feel a throbbing in his heart, not sad, but a little caught off guard! But the death of this old man who was a head short of himself but always straightened his back made him feel sad in addition to being overwhelmed, so painful that he couldn't breathe, his heart was torn by the pain, and he didn't dare to even take a look at it! Jiang Yun has never been a brave person, there are some things that Jiang Yun dare not touch, just like Zhuo Lingyun's death. "I'm just not afraid of death!" Life is gone after it hurts, but some things can make you hurt for a lifetime! Just thinking about this kind of thing made Jiang Yun afraid, scared like a coward, trembling with fear.

Xiao Lang silently watched everything Jiang Yun had done, he just knelt in front of the three graves, and his expression could not be seen clearly in the darkness of the night.

"Sister......" His voice whimpered a little, and he gently rested the still bloodstained jade pendant in Zhuo Lingyun's hand on the grave, and threw a small pit with his hand and put it in. You told me to come to him with this! It's a pity that he ......" Xiao Lang couldn't go on. Suddenly, there was a sound on the winding mountain road.

Jiang Yun's feet slipped, and the smooth stone steps seemed to hold a grudge against Jiang Yun for not falling down last time, this time Jiang Yun never escaped its clutches, only to see him fall to the ground, and his body rolled down the mountainside sideways.

"Damn it!" Xiao Lang watched Jiang Yun roll into the grass from the curved stone steps, this slope went down and didn't know how far to roll, "This troublesome guy." Xiao Lang hurriedly chased after him, but when he arrived at the place where Jiang Yun fell just now, he didn't pay attention to it and fell down, but fortunately, Xiao Lang was not as confused as Jiang Yun, and immediately got up, and at this time Jiang Yun already didn't know where he had fallen!

"Hey! Are you dead? Xiao Lang shouted, without any answer. Xiao Lang had no choice but to continue to search for the traces that rolled down......

Jiang Yun had a dream in which an elk kept running on his back, "Where are you going to take me?" Jiang Yun looked around a little confused, a white mist, Jiang Yun wanted to jump down but couldn't see the elk's feet clearly.

"Go to a good place!" The elk actually spoke, Jiang Yun was a little surprised, "You can speak?" ... Is this a dream? Jiang Yun pinched his face, and it really didn't hurt. He put his mind at ease, "Brother Elk, what kind of place is that?" ”

The elk just raised his head and didn't speak, Jiang Yun saw that the elk suddenly stopped talking and said, "Elk elk, where are you from?" ”

The elk still didn't answer, if it weren't for Jiang Yun really hearing the elk speak, he was afraid and didn't believe that this was a talking elk, the elk suddenly accelerated, and the speed was so fast that Jiang Yun almost fell, looking at the fog under his feet, if it fell, I don't know where it was? Ten Thousand Burials Abyss? "Brother Elk, slow down!" Jiang Yun demanded.

Jiang Yun was tightly grasping the hair on the elk's back, and suddenly the elk shook violently, directly shaking Jiang Yun to the ground, he seemed to be frightened by something, and suddenly ran away, Jiang Yun only felt a sense of weightlessness in his body, but fortunately, this feeling only lasted for a moment Jiang Yun fell to the ground, and there were thin clouds on the ground that made Jiang Yun unable to see the solid flat ground, and he got up in embarrassment, and looked around to see where there were any elks, and the elk didn't know where it was for a long time. At this moment, something suddenly hit Jiang Yun in the vague thick fog, Jiang Yun didn't want to reach out and grab the thing, "What else in my dream can't be catched!" Sure enough, Jiang Yun easily caught the black thing that attacked, and the thing that came was actually something familiar - Zhuo Lingyun's old pipe. Before Jiang Yun could come back to his senses, he only heard the familiar voice coming: "Stinky boy, what are you doing here?" ”

"Master? You..."Jiang Yun wanted to say, "You're fine." But when he thought that this was in his dream, Zhuo Lingyun was naturally fake, so he simply said: "Why can't I come, old man, you will die like this, you are good, you are a hundred." I'll be left alone again......"

Before Jiang Yun finished speaking, he saw that the pipe in his hand reached Zhuo Lingyun's hand in a blink of an eye, and the next moment he was hit the head: "How did you kid talk to your master?" It's not big, it's not small. ”

Jiang Yun looked at the familiar old man in front of him, his eyes suddenly became confused again, he was speechless for a long time, Zhuo Lingyun couldn't get off his hand after all, he was giving Jiang Yun a pipe, he gently touched Jiang Yun's head: "Go back!" ”

"Where are you going?" Jiang Yun asked.

"It's okay to go anywhere, but don't follow me, old man!" Zhuo Lingyun said and turned his head and shook his head helplessly and sighed, the mist was about to cover his thin body.

"Why?" Jiang Yun shouted.

"Didn't you tell me that you still want to go to a daughter-in-law and have a baby?" The old man's voice from afar was playful, "You can't follow me." ”

Jiang Yun couldn't see Zhuo Lingyun's back clearly, and he shouted loudly: "Master! "If there is no outbreak of cold poison in Shaolin Temple, Jiang Yun will not have the feeling of death choking his throat, but even so, Jiang Yun is not willing to die like this, whether it is himself or Zhuo Lingyun, why do he have to fight against death? Zhuo Lingyun finally fell in front of Jiang Yun, and fell under the chase of death.

"Live well!" Zhuo Lingyun's last voice came.

Suddenly, there was only one Jiang Yun left in the white mist, and at the last moment, Jiang Yun's tears fell uncontrollably, and the master finally left, even disappearing in his dream.

Jiang Yun woke up suddenly, and this startle caused Jiang Yun's severe pain to spread all over his body, and he couldn't even move. Jiang Yun gradually adapted to the darkness in front of him, and he appeared in a dark hut, the hut was extremely dark, and a small window appeared in Jiang Yun's field of vision. It was a bright sky outside, Jiang Yun wanted to turn his head to look around, and a stiffness came up on his neck, "It hurts... It hurts! Jiang Yun couldn't help moaning.

"Your kid is so big, you didn't die this time!" Jiang Yun wanted to turn his head to look at the owner of the voice, but he couldn't turn his head at all.

"Why are you again, wouldn't it be happy if a beautiful fairy sister saved me. It's not fun for you! Although Jiang Yun didn't see that person, he also knew who this guy was.

Xiao Lang lightly kicked Jiang Yun's waist with his back to him: "Do you think I rarely save you?" ”

"Pain, pain, pain!" Jiang Yun couldn't help but shout again, "Scoundrel, you tap!" ”

"It's good to know the pain, but if you don't know the pain, it's miserable." Two days ago, when Xiao Lang opened his eyes on the winding mountain road, he saw Jiang Yun's bloody hands digging a big hole next to him. At that time, he was extremely shocked, and he couldn't say a word, watching Jiang Yun, who was numb, bury Zhuo Lingyun's body next to Xiao Zimeng.

Jiang Yun seemed to have forgotten what Zhuo Lingyun was, and didn't say a word to the master, "Didn't you kid say that my body was opened by the Miao Jiang wizard?" Invulnerable, why did you become like this now? "At the beginning, Xiao Lang had a lot of speculation when he saw that Jiang Yun was stabbed in the chest and didn't die, but he didn't know that Jiang Yun was a cold moon body at that time, and of course he didn't know it now. The Cold Moon Body has been the public enemy of the rivers and lakes for a long time, so Zhuo Lingyun will not reveal it at will. Knowing that Jiang Yun's cold moon body originally only had Zhuo Lingyun and Shaolin Temple Abbot and Burial Sutra, and now there are more Long Aotian.

"You kid be content, it's good to be alive."

Jiang Yun struggled to move, but his whole body was extremely painful, and he didn't need a trace of strength on his hands and feet, so he lowered his neck and looked at his hands, only to see that his hands were tightly wrapped in black and brown broken steps.

"Don't move! Your hands are broken, and you won't want to move for a month or two. ”

"A month or two?" Jiang Yun's brows furrowed, a little similar to the old man, "Wouldn't that be able to catch up with .....?"

"What's wrong?" Xiao Lang asked.

"Nothing!" Jiang Yun was busy keeping his mouth shut, Long Aotian's martial arts conference was only half a month away from now, and if it was a month or two, he was afraid that he would not be able to catch up, but thinking that Xiao Lang might not know about it yet, and it was extremely dangerous to go with Xiao Lang's martial arts, "It's better not to tell him." Jiang Yun said secretly.

"You're going to the martial arts conference?" Unexpectedly, Xiao Lang already knew, "You still have to die of this heart, with the way you look now, how can you recover in ten days." That's something we shouldn't be doing. Xiao Lang remembered that when he found Jiang Yun at the bottom of the hillside, he was holding a talisman in the palm of his hand, and the talisman gave people the first feeling that there was only one word "old", the old one could not be old, and the thin thread that was tied had been changed many times, but the talisman that had turned from red to brown seemed to be well preserved, and it could be seen that his owner had taken care of it very carefully. But this is by no means Jiang Yun's, Xiao Lang knows it very well, because Jiang Yun even has a feeling that the strong strength of his unconscious palm is about to crush it.

"But I must go!" Jiang Yun's tone suddenly changed, and his voice became cold, as cold as ice.