Xiao Lang didn't notice that anyone was following him, thinking that he should have escaped from Long Aotian's pursuit. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 infoLooking ahead, a few lights can be seen, and before you know it, the sky is about to dawn, the town is not as prosperous as the city, but busy early risers are everywhere, and every day is a fulfilling new day in their hearts.

Xiao Lang put Zhuo Lingyun at the small pavilion at the entrance of the village for passers-by to wait for the car to rest. I saw that there were countless scars on his body, the blood flowing from his right chest was dried and pasted on his chest, making his clothes covered with a layer of blood stains, and his legs wrapped in ice were even blacker. And Zhuo Lingyun hadn't woken up after being attacked by Xiao Lang and fainted, but he was in a coma, sweating profusely, his brows furrowed and suffering great pain.

"Stinky boy, don't die!" Suddenly, Zhuo Lingyun woke up from his dream, and the pain in his whole body made him unable to get up and almost fell from the bench to the ground.

Xiao Lang couldn't help but be a little envious of Jiang Yun, at least there was a master who cared about him, "Thief Saint Senior, are you awake?"

"Where is this?" Zhuo Lingyun was a little panicked, and he didn't see Jiang Yun even more anxious, "What about the stinky boy?"

"He ......" Xiao Lang felt an unpleasant feeling rise in his heart, staring at Zhuo Lingyun's eyes and said, "He may be dead." ”

"Dead?" Zhuo Lingyun's eyes were dilated, "Are you dead?" he muttered and repeated, and lay down again as he spoke, the cold stone bench was pressed against his back, and the old man felt the stiff coldness on his back but just gritted his teeth and did not move, or this was nothing compared to the wounds all over his body.

The old man in front of Xiao Lang was dying, like a dying old man, he didn't know when he would fall, his godless eyes were motionless, he didn't know what he was thinking, "This sad world?" or "Abominable God"! Xiao Lang looked at Zhuo Lingyun's appearance but did not feel comfortable, but even more uncomfortable, the darkness had been slowly dispelled, but it was still a gray sky, "Very good, today is bad weather again!" Xiao Lang looked at the dense clouds in the east, gray and in the same mood as himself.

"Are you like this?" Xiao Lang couldn't stand it anymore, "Just die like this?"

Zhuo Lingyun's cloudy eyes couldn't see any throbbing of life, as if the world was dead, "What else can I do?" Zhuo has no need to exist in the world, I am already an old man, an old man who is dying, it should be dead." ”

"Don't you want revenge?"

"Hmph...... Is it impossible, what else can I do with this body, although I am sorry for the stinky boy, but ......" the old man said with tears oozing from the corners of his eyes, and he closed his eyes, "It's okay, lest he live a few more years and suffer a few more years of sin!"

"You're really a useless person!" Xiao Lang scolded angrily out of nowhere, "Useless bastard!"

Zhuo Lingyun was surprised, no one had ever scolded him like this, but the anger that should have risen did not appear, and the old man just sighed and did not speak.

"Don't you feel guilty that you just died like this?" Xiao Lang continued to ask.

"The only thing I feel guilty about is that I brought him into the rivers and lakes, but it's useless to say anything. ”

Xiao Lang felt a pain in his heart, now Jiang Yun seemed to be the only motivation for the old man to live, Xiao Lang suddenly said: "Do you remember that there was once a person named 'Xiao Zimeng'?"

"Zimeng?" the old man's cloudy eyes became panicked, and he just wanted to get up but couldn't help coughing, "Why do you ...... Ahem...... How do you know her?"

"So you remember her?"

"I'm sorry for her!" Zhuo Lingyun's old tears flowed out of the corners of his eyes, "That's right, I hurt her!" Zhuo Lingyun looked at Xiao Lang carefully: "No wonder I think you are a little familiar with her, who are you?" If you come here to avenge her, then you can take Zhuo's life." ”

Xiao Lang looked at Zhuo Lingyun as if he was about to die, but lowered his head: "I'm not here to avenge her, what's the use of taking revenge on you?" Xiao Lang really didn't want to see Zhuo Lingyun give up on himself, and said, "Jiang Yun is not dead!" In fact, I don't know what happened to Jiang Yun and the two of them, whether they are alive or dead?

"What?" Zhuo Lingyun suddenly heard Xiao Lang say again, and the news that Jiang Yun was okay lifted his spirits again. "So you're fooling me?" Unconsciously filled with anger in his eyes, his majesty burst out. Xiao Lang was not afraid, "Compared to the injury she suffered here, what if I trick you?"

As soon as Zhuo Lingyun heard "her", his anger suddenly dropped, and his eyes full of memories were filled with great sadness. Xiao Lang snorted coldly and said, "If nothing happens, they will definitely arrive before dawn." Xiao Lang looked at the gloomy sky in the east, it was almost dawn, Jiang Liu, don't have an accident.

Hunger and thirst made Jiang Yun almost faint in front of Jiang Yun's eyes, although the abbot woke up, but it seemed that the internal injuries were not light, and he still relied on Jiang Yun's support to barely walk, and the wet clothes stuck to his body for a while, "Abbot, are you better?" Jiang Yun helped Ran and walked for an hour, fortunately Long Aotian did not chase after him, otherwise he would not have been able to escape at the speed of the two of them.

Jiang Yun's arm moved slightly, and there was a feeling of soreness, and he said in his heart: "Clearly, abbot, if you are letting me hold on, I'm afraid that my arm will be broken." But for the sake of face, and seeing that the injury was not light, I really couldn't open my mouth.

Holding on to a stone on the side of the road, he sat down to rest and said, "My body is fine, but the internal injuries I suffered will take a while to recover." This time, thanks to Master Jiang Shi's care. ”

"No, I should be thankful for saving my master and apprentice. ”

"This is what a poor monk should do, Master Jiang, you are not in a big problem this time, right?" was a little worried about Jiang Yun's cold moon body, after all, the more cold moon in his body was involved, the faster the attack would be.

"It's not a big deal, the funeral predecessors said that as long as they are not seriously injured, there should be no problem in a year. Jiang Yun replied.

"A year?" said Ran's eyes were full of worry, "I can't help you in Shaolin Temple, I'm really sorry." ”

"No, Abbot, the funeral master has helped me a lot, and I am very grateful. ”

"Amitabha!" asked again, "Did the predecessors of the Burial Sutra tell you that there is any way to solve your cold moon body?"

Jiang Yun shook his head: "But the predecessors of the Funeral Sutra mentioned Tianshan Mountain, saying that Tianshan has studied a lot of cold internal forces, maybe there is a way." ”

"Well, that's right, the Tianshan faction has flourished since the Song Dynasty, and there may really be a way. He looked up at the misty sky, "It's almost dawn, let's hurry up and have a round with your master." ”

Jiang Yun reluctantly got up and muttered in his heart: "Do you want people to live?" But he still helped Abbot Ran: "Abbot, come here." Jiang Yun silently put away his right arm, which was so sore that he burst into tears.

By the time Jiang Yun and the four of them met, it was already dawn, and it was rare to escape death, although Zhuo Lingyun and Jiang Yun met and still stinky boy, stinky boy and short scolding, but in his heart he was really happy to have escaped. The four of them found a place to stay in the town, and began to heal, Jiang Yun fortunately just took a palm but did not feel unwell, but it was an internal injury, and no one could help him, but seeing the tragic situation of Zhuo Lingyun's scaly wounds all over his body, Jiang Yun almost couldn't help but shed tears, and carefully treated Zhuo Lingyun to avoid wound infection, Xiao Lang looked at Jiang Yun's serious appearance and couldn't help but think of the departing Chen Jingshu, the stupid woman who was helpless but had to be strong.

"By the way, what about the eldest lady, didn't you tell her where we were going?" Jiang Yun also noticed that there seemed to be two people missing from him, of course, as for Luo Yu, Jiang Yun didn't have a good feeling, and he didn't have much friendship.

"She's gone. Xiao Lang replied.

"Where to go?"

"Who knows?" Xiao Lang lowered his head, "Yesterday, when I rushed back to the temple, Luo Yu was killed by a black shadow. ”

"Luo Yu?" Jiang Yun was a little surprised, "Isn't he a person from the Black Shadow?"

"She's just an outcast. ”

"Then is there anything wrong with her?" Jiang Yun naturally pointed to Chen Jingshu, after all, several people were still a little worried about her safety when they came together.

"The black shadow didn't kill her!" Xiao Lang said, thinking of Chen Jingshu's guilty look, he couldn't help but feel sad: "But she felt that she couldn't save Luo Yu, and she put everything on herself." ”

"What about her?" Jiang Yun hurriedly asked, "You won't go to the Shadow Sect, will you?" ”

Xiao Lang recalled that he looked like a walking corpse and shook his head, "Probably not, in fact, it is the best choice for him to leave, this sinister river and lake is not suitable for her at all." ”

"Indeed!" Jiang Yun sighed, "Now that the Shadow Sect has controlled most of the rivers and lakes, with our ability, it is indeed impossible to stop him, and it is indeed a good choice for her to leave." Xiao Lang, I'm going to go to the Mo family next, what about you?" Jiang Yun asked, Xiao Lang and the side were meditating.

"Your surname is Xiao?" Zhuo Lingyun suddenly startled, "You are from the Ten Thousand Swords Sect?"