Zhou Guican said: "Was it a serious injury in a vicious fight with that person?"

Li Hongxiu didn't deny it, nodded and said: "I fought with Gao Ling before, I couldn't beat him and was injured, you gave me a thousand crane pills, and my injuries recovered fifty percent." I didn't expect to meet Zhao Guizhen, a first-class master of Cangyun Ruler, hehe, fortunately, he just came with a divine thought, if the deity came in person, I am afraid that it is really separated from your yin and yang. She actually smiled faintly, and then said: "Although I won him, but now I am seriously injured, fortunately, I can't die, and I can slowly cultivate here." As she spoke, a faint flush welled up on her face.

Zhou Guican couldn't see it, thinking that it was caused by her injury, and nodded: "Yes, I'm here to accompany you to heal from your injury." ”

Li Hongxiu's heartbeat accelerated violently, turned her head away, and said, "I don't know when the injury will heal, it will be a delay for you to accompany you here, and you still need to go to Mulin Town to retrieve your master's ashes." ”

Zhou Guican's heart sank, and this matter was indeed urgent. I heard Li Hongxiu say again: "You also cultivate slowly, if it is better, then go, I am very safe here." If so, if you meet Gao Ling and others who find it, you say that you were kidnapped by me, and they will definitely not suspect it if you cultivate like this, not to mention that you are still a disciple of Asano Sword Pavilion. She coughed and said, "You pick up the book of frost drawings, I heard that it is the lifelong learning of the first master Wu Shushuang, but it is only in the picture, it is difficult to get a glimpse of the subtlety." ”

Zhou Guican's heart was in a mess, and he didn't want to listen to the frost drawing.

Li Hongxiu shouted: "Hey, did you hear what I said?"

Zhou Guican sighed and said busily: "I heard it, I heard it." Picking up the frost drawing, his heart suddenly lit up, and he said: "My generation Qinglei is painting frost, painting frost? This frost drawing...... Isn't that the case?"

Li Hongxiu was happy when she saw him, and she was also happy in her heart, but she was seriously injured, and she wanted to say something more, but she didn't know that she fainted like this.

Zhou Guican had nothing to do, put the two futons together, helped Li Hongxiu to lie down, and saw that the big red robe was very messy, so he carefully tidied it up. Seeing Li Hongxiu's face like this, he was really anxious, reached out and probed Li Hongxiu's forehead, and found that it was very cold, so he quickly took off his long shirt and covered Li Hongxiu's body. He stood aside and said, "If my cultivation is as high as you, I can use my true qi to heal your wounds, but my cultivation is low, and I can only rely on yourself." "Speaking of which, pick up the frost drawing.

The book did not have a name written on it, but the letter depicted a white-clothed figure standing on the top of a snow-capped mountain, with a field of grass at his feet.

He said in his heart: 'My generation Qinglei describes the frost, this passage was told to me by the master, saying that it was written by a certain senior, and it is to express happiness and hatred. It seems that the senior master is Wu Shushuang, the author of the frost drawing. Miss Li said that this is what Wu's predecessors have learned all his life, and I will see if I can understand it. He turned the first page, saw a line written on it, and looked up at the wall. I walked over and stretched out my hand to touch those words, and suddenly felt some feelings in my heart, and said, "Buddha and Yaksha, the two of them are here, but I don't know how to do it." Miss Li said that the monk of the Absolute Sky Temple did not cultivate, but he had such courage and ability, which was really strange. ”

He looked at the small line, which was the same paragraph he had recited aloud before, and he didn't look at it much, and continued to flip it.

The book is very thin, only ten pages long, and nine pages remaining, excluding the words on the first page. And these nine pages are nine pictures, Zhou Guican doesn't know how to be elegant, but he can also see that these pictures are really rough, like children drawing. He flipped through it, not knowing what the painting meant, and he felt irritated in his heart, and said, "I don't know what time it is outside." ”

I remembered that when I fell into the lake, it was already dark, and I thought about it carefully, and it was about two hours after I came here, I picked up a stone and carved a mark on the wall.

There is no sun or moon in the cave.

Zhou Guican sat at the entrance, practicing the Heavenly Clothes Heart Method, there was no sword here, and he couldn't practice drawing the sword.

After a while, he opened his eyes and said, "I have some understanding, everything in heaven and earth is momentum, but my generation needs to refine one of them, integrate them into flesh and blood, and then integrate them into Yuan Dan with great willpower." This practice is one's own spirit and spirit, and the more powerful the spirit and spirit, the more powerful it is. It's a pity that I can't condense the Yuan Dan, but it doesn't matter, I just need to cultivate with my heart, and I think I will be able to condense the Yuan Dan in the near future. ”

He opened the frost drawing again, first looked at the picture of the boy grazing on the second page, and saw the boy leading the green ox and pointing into the distance. No matter how you look at this picture, it doesn't seem to hide a great divine passage method, so he looks at the second picture. The second picture is of a chickadee pecking rice, and he is dumbfounded, and the is not a domestic chicken, but on second thought, there is nothing wrong with that. Birds eat, isn't it all like this, my heart is ridiculous, and I turned to the third picture.

The picture depicts a snake entrenched in one arm, which is somewhat interesting, with no human figure in sight, only a snow-white arm. The green snake curled around its arm, and its head lifted and looked ahead.

He looked at it carefully, and suddenly there was a feeling that someone was running fast ahead. He closed the book, was silent for a moment, opened it again, and the feeling came again. He felt very curious, how did this feeling come about, so he stared, and after half a pillar of incense, he felt that his eyes were bitter and painful, so he closed his eyes and said, "If someone is rushing here......" A thought flashed suddenly, but he couldn't grasp it. He quickly opened his eyes and opened the fourth picture.

The fourth picture is of a green grass, dyed with hoarfrost.

He quickly turned to the fifth picture, which was a white flower, and with one hand on the stem, he could pluck the flower with more strength.

The sixth picture is a bright moon, but it shines on the desert, and if you look closely, there are three or two grains of sand. In the seventh picture, two people are holding hands, but there is still no human figure, only two arms, and five fingers tightly interlocked.

The eighth picture is a cloud and mist, this painting is so abstract that Zhou Guican couldn't understand it, so he quickly turned to the last page.

The ninth picture.

He was suddenly startled, and that feeling came again!

The painting is a back, but it is completely different from the back on the cover, which seems to be a woman. From this point of view, I think there is someone behind her, although there is no other person around, but at a glance, it feels like there is a hidden murderous intention. Zhou Guican gasped and almost blurted out: "Be careful!"

He looked up, and after a moment, he continued to look at the picture.

But this time, I felt that this back was not completely unknown, but was braking quietly. He vaguely saw that when everyone rushed towards her, it only took one turn to solve the crisis. As for how to solve it, Zhou Guican just didn't understand, he had seen it for a long time, and the woman's clothes seemed to be fluttering. He wiped his eyes and laughed at himself, "How can you move, it's just a picture." ”

As if to confirm his words, the picture suddenly moved.

Zhou Guican exclaimed, the surrounding scenery changed suddenly, and he seemed to be in the middle of a snowy mountain. But if you look at it from Li Hongxiu's point of view, Zhou Guican is motionless, sitting on the ground, holding the frost drawing with both hands.

The wind is howling, the heavens and the earth are unkind, and it is cold to the bone marrow.

Zhou Guican heard the sound of horses' hooves, and one person raised his whip and urged the horse to gallop. Behind him, the three of them followed closely, only to hear two shouts, and a lightning bolt flashed. Suddenly, everything disappeared, but I saw a shepherd boy leading a green ox, standing at the mountain pass, and pointing forward. At the intersection, a man dressed in white stood still, he stretched out his hand slightly, and saw a green snake wrapped around his arm, and the snake letter spit lightly, facing forward.

There was a faint voice shouting in my head: Wu Shushuang!

Wu Traceshuang?

But this person who paints frost with green thunder?

Is this senior Wu Shushuang?

Zhou Guican was in a trance, only to see a thunderbolt coming down, the grass seemed to be dyed with frost flowers, and in the haze, he saw a back standing at the intersection, motionless.

The world was silent, she leaned over to pick flowers, and suddenly it rained heavily, and Zhou Guican heard a murmuring voice again: 'Lead the nine heavenly blue thunder, but go against the sky, aren't you afraid of being eaten by the thunder?'

The killing machine plummeted, and she seemed to notice it, and her fingers flicked lightly on the flowers. The sound of thunder resounded in all directions, and the sky was angry, and the thunder punished it!

She turned around, Zhou Guican's five tones roared in her head, she held the long sword in her hand, pointed to the ground, and quietly looked at the way she came. Zhou Guican's breath was short, such a weak woman, standing there at the moment, seemed to be heaven and earth, she didn't move, but she felt everywhere. Zhou Guican involuntarily raised his arm, the green thunder was rolling, the woman was motionless, but the long sword moved half an inch to the left!

Zhou Guican lowered his head, a sword had been inserted in his chest for some time, a little blood spilled out, and the indescribable pain had nothing to do with him.

The woman's voice lingered in her ears: "This sword is my Dharma Dao!"

This sword punishes the heart, listen carefully, you can't help but feel sad and pity, but it's heartbreaking!

Zhou Gui screamed, cold sweat broke out on his back, he looked down at the frost drawing, and quickly closed it. I don't know how long it took, but he got up and walked to the place where the cut was, picked up the stone and carved another one. I thought to myself: 'I don't know if Wu Shushuang is the woman or the man I have never seen. I vaguely remembered the woman's appearance, but the voice was very clear. He carved the imprint, moved to the front of the words, reached out and touched each of the fonts, and read: Qinglei depicts frost, this, this is not a lifelong learning, this is just a lifetime of regret.

He walked up to Li Hongxiu, but felt that she was breathing steadily, and it seemed that her life was not in danger. He put the cream drawing on Li Hongxiu's palm, then covered the sleeves, and said, "I need to think of a way to find some medicine to heal your injuries." He stood up, caught a glimpse of the blue knife, thought in his heart for a while, and said, "Miss Li, borrow your blue knife for a while." ”