In other words, Situ Xuan was rescued by the little beggar Xiaobei, and the two had some misunderstandings, and then Xiaobei silently hid behind a big tree, quietly looking at Situ Xuan, who was immersed in his own world, and the two of them were deadlocked. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

After a long time, Situ Xuan opened his eyes, he felt that his condition was very good at this time, and it seemed that his injuries had improved a lot. He looked around and locked his gaze on the tree where Xiaobei was hiding, even though Xiaobei had already hidden his entire body behind the tree by this time. He still saw at a glance that the child was hiding behind a tree.

His voice was still hoarse and dry, "Little brother, come out, thank you for saving me, now we should have a good talk, I also want to repay you well,"

He said as gently as he could, but his image was so bad at the moment, with his messy hair, blood-stained robes, boots with bare toes, oh, and his Qiankun fan, which only had the bones left, how depressed he was, how depressed he was.

Is this still the heroic, handsome soul-chasing boy back then? Even so, he has no regrets. The now down-and-out Situ Xuan still prefers his current self compared to the high-profile soul-chasing son in the past, just because he knows that his current self is the real himself.

"Little brother, I know you're hiding behind that tree, and I want you to come out and talk to me openly and honestly. But I won't force you, I'll wait here for you to come out. After speaking, Situ Xuan sat cross-legged and made some simple vomiting.

Situ Xuan practiced Wuyang Divine Skill, one of the top ten martial arts of Wuwang Pavilion, and practiced a breath of pure yang qi, which was a kind of martial arts that was extremely rigid and yang. However, this martial art still has this world. One of the characteristics of the common is also insufficient, that is, its cultivation must cooperate with the Wuyang Divine Fist.

This set of Wuyang Divine Skills is not under the Vajra Demon Fist practiced by Hong Tian, it is also the Extreme Yang Skill, and the power of the two should be between the best. Due to the common problems of martial arts in this world, there is no way to boil up internal strength, only some simple methods of breathing and breathing.

Therefore, it is impossible for Situ Xuan to cultivate internal strength like me Huaxia, with five hearts to the sky. He sat there, silently carrying the simple method of breathing and breathing in the Wuyang Divine Skill, closed his eyes, and slowly healed himself.

He found that under the illumination of the sun, the internal force in his body actually followed his breath and breathed, gradually becoming active and slowly flowing, and it used to cause the operation of the internal force when he practiced the Wuyang Divine Fist himself.

He knew that he had entered an extremely mysterious realm, this feeling was mysterious and mysterious, and it could be expressed in non-words, which was likely to be the unattainable epiphany that his predecessors often talked about.

The internal force in his body gradually boiled, and according to a certain law, it was running rapidly, and he felt that his strength was recovering, and the injuries in his body were also healed at a speed that was visible to the naked eye.

If this state continues, he believes that his strength can be recovered quickly, and although his injuries cannot be healed, he can also recover most of them, and as for the broken and broken meridians, he can only think of other ways in the future.

Just when half of his strength had recovered and his injuries had recovered to a full percent, everything was already proceeding at a gratifying speed, but suddenly a basin of cold water woke him up and poured him directly from Heaven to the eighteenth layer of Hell.

Situ Xuan opened his eyes and found that the little beggar was holding a dilapidated wooden barrel, standing beside him with a frightened face, and a string of water droplets were dripping from his body, and Situ Xuan's eyes were about to erupt with fire.

Don't think that if you save me, you can do whatever you want, if you don't give me a reasonable explanation today, if I don't beat you out of the, even if you pull it clean. Situ Xuan secretly swore in his heart.

Perhaps, Xiaobei understood the anger hidden in Situ Xuan's eyes, maybe he felt that his behavior really needed an explanation, "I saw that you were on fire, and I wanted to save you, so I poured water on your ......" Xiaobei's voice became lower and lower, as if he had done something wrong.

"I ......" Situ Xuan was directly speechless, how big is the movement of his own practice? Although his cultivation was interrupted, could he blame Xiaobei? Obviously not, and he did it to save himself,

He felt that there was no love in the whole world, he was so aggrieved, he really wanted to shout at the sky, "Damn, thief, what are you doing?" ”

Then Situ Xuan calmed his breath fiercely, and said to Xiaobei as calmly as possible: "I was practicing martial arts just now, do you understand martial arts?" I'm normal, you don't have to do that......"

"Oh, I know it's wrong......" Xiaobei grabbed the corner of his clothes, lowered his head, and said in a snort.

"Ahh Yes... It's good to know that it's wrong, do you have water here? I want to wash up and tidy up first" Situ Xuan shouted, he didn't use internal force, it was pure venting, he was full of anger, but he had nowhere to vent, so he had to make this decision. He found that his image was not good, so he asked Xiaobei if there was any water.

Xiaobei was startled by his cry, and didn't know why he was shouting, but he didn't dare to ask, he nodded like a chicken pecking rice, "Yes, yes, the well is there......" He stretched out his hand to a well in front of the door, and said hurriedly.

Situ Xuan followed the direction of his finger and saw a well, and then he took the bucket from Xiaobei's hand and walked straight towards the well. Seeing this, Xiaobei said, "I'll go get you clothes...... and then turned around and ran into the house, looking for the old beggar's clothes.

Anyway, at that time, Xiaobei was hiding behind a tree and didn't listen to Situ Xuan's words, he just made up his mind that if that person came to catch him, he would run away, he didn't think that he could run or not.

However, he waited left and right, but there was no movement, so he quietly poked out a small head from behind the tree to observe what Situ Xuan was doing, but found that he was sitting there, not moving, but he didn't dare to act rashly, he retreated, and after a long while, he poked his head out again, Situ Xuan was still sitting there, not moving.

Xiaobei quietly came out from behind the tree, stood on tiptoe, and tiptoed close to Situ Xuan, how did he know that if Situ Xuan was sober, let alone a child without any martial arts foundation, even a master of the Grandmaster Realm would be difficult to deceive his ears and eyes and enter within his ten zhang. However, at this moment, Situ Xuan was already in an epiphany, and his perception of the outside world was almost zero.

Xiaobei quietly approached Situ Xuan, stopped a foot away from him, he picked up a small pebble, threw it at Situ Xuan, no response, lost another one, still no response, Xiaobei's nervous heart relaxed slightly.

But he still didn't dare to approach, he bypassed Situ Xuan and walked into the thatched house, ready to find something to eat, he found the only nest head in the house, held a big mouth and gnawed it, gnawed on the nest head, he walked out of the house, ready to see what happened to Situ Xuan?

Walking out of the door, he was stunned by the scene in front of him, the nest in his hand fell to the ground, where was there still Situ Xuan's shadow in the yard, there was only a flame, a raging flame, if you looked closely, you could vaguely see that it was Situ Xuan.

Is it a madness? Xiaobei often hears people mention the story of a hero, and there are often some people who go crazy in the story, although Xiaobei has not practiced martial arts, but he also knows that if he goes crazy, the martial artist is basically over.

'I'm going to save him...... ' another thought in Xiaobei's mind, he felt that he should do something, at least to help him a little. Fire, since it is on fire, it is natural to use water to extinguish it.

So he found the only bucket in his house as quickly as possible, and made half a bucket of water in the well, not a drop was wasted, and it was poured firmly on Situ Xuan's body, and sure enough, the effect was immediate, and the fire on Situ Xuan's body was immediately extinguished.

Then Situ Xuan opened his eyes and looked ahead blankly, not knowing what was going on, and then Xiaobei felt that he needed to explain. Originally, the relationship between the two people was not harmonious, but he didn't want the relationship between the two to be more rigid.

And so there was what happened.

Xiaobei rummaged through the cabinets in the house to find a decent dress, in other words, the old beggar really didn't have a decent clothes, in desperation, Xiaobei could only find the best clothes and take them to Situ Xuan. At the door of the house, Xiaobei saw the nest he had just dropped, picked it up, blew the soil on it, and put it into his arms.

When he came to Situ Xuan, he found that he had almost washed up, the blood on his face was gone, and he also took off his robe that had been dyed dark red and had been broken into pieces, revealing a well-proportioned, strong but already scarred upper body.

Xiaobei found that this person was still very young, about less than twenty or thirty, and although he was covered with scars, he still couldn't hide his kind of Ling Ran and arrogant temperament.

Situ Xuan took off his clothes, took a bucket of well water, and drenched it from head to toe, which was diametrically opposed to being drenched from head to toe just now.

He carefully washed the blood off his body, revealing his true face, and then he found that the little beggar had come to his side with a piece of clothing.

He didn't say anything, just took the clothes in his hand, put them on neatly, and asked as he wore them, "Little brother, my name is Situ Xuan, what is your name?" Is there anyone else in the family? ”

Xiaobei said, "My name is Xiaobei, and I was raised by an old beggar, who died three years ago, and I am the only one left in the family." Later on, the voice grew lower and lower, as if falling into some kind of painful memory.

"Xiaobei, the deceased is gone, don't be too sad, look forward, you know?" Situ Xuan slowed down the movement in his hand and gently patted Xiaobei's head.

Putting on his clothes, Situ Xuan felt a little strange, looked down, and found that the clothes he was wearing were a beggar's outfit with patches on patches, large patches and small patches.

Although this dress is very clean, it can't be concealed, it is a beggar outfit, I didn't expect to be a beggar once, at this time I was a relatively clean and high-grade beggar

Xiaobei couldn't help blushing when he saw Situ Xuan looking at the clothes he was wearing, but he really couldn't find other clothes.

'Wait, beggar, I seem to have discovered something extraordinary......