- Cen Chi remembers the back, especially the wooden hairpin inserted in the man's hair.

Once, when the master carried him on the mountain road, he almost couldn't resist pulling the wooden hairpin several times.

At that time, it was very simple and just for fun, not like now, time seemed to have passed for a long time, and it seemed to be just a blink of an eye, when he saw the familiar back, the familiar wooden hairpin, his heart suddenly tightened.

It seems that on the simple and unpretentious wooden hairpin, there is a cold breath entwined, and the long figure has also been emptied, and an evil spirit lives in.

"Master?"

Although Cen Chi was faintly afraid of that familiar back, because that back reminded him of the rainy night killing when he was nine years old, he couldn't help but call out as he watched his master walk away step by step.

Originally, he didn't believe in the theory of ghosts and gods, but the cruel experience that forced him to leave the Shimen school at the age of nine carved a wound on his soul that was difficult to heal, making him unstable when he saw someone again.

I don't know when dark clouds covered the silver moon, and it rained again in the sky.

However, Cen Chi didn't feel the cold rain dripping on his face, he just heard the sound of the rain falling on the stone steps, the mist splashed, and the back of the master, who had already walked a little farther away on the stone steps, became more hazy.

The vague back did not mean to turn back, and continued to walk forward on the stone steps one by one.

"Master!" Cen Chi shouted, and subconsciously chased a step forward.

It was also at this time that he noticed that his body had become extremely light, as if floating in the air, but he only jumped out of front of him, like a swallow cutting rain. At once, he swept a few feet away, and was less than seven paces away from the shadow.

This strange scene made Cen Chi's heart empty for no reason, and he suddenly faintly realized that he seemed to have become a rabbit in a trap.

The back figure that was gradually walking away in the rain suddenly stopped and turned his face...... His facial features were blurred, and he didn't know if it was because the rain was getting heavier and heavier, which affected his vision. Or is it because the face is hideously twisted together......

The man had a sharp knife in his hand. The sharp edge of the knife seems to be able to cut the raindrops falling from the sky into two petals.

The man said coldly: "Chi'er, I came to see you for the teacher, are you still used to the new bed?"

A vague figure with a knife is talking at the same time. It seemed that he was about to come over, but he could only pull his legs and feet in place, but he couldn't take the actual half-step distance.

At this time, Cen Chi saw clearly. It turned out that at the foot of the vague figure, there was a young figure. The boy hugged the knife-wielding figure's legs. As a result, he couldn't walk, and the indigo shirt on the boy's body had turned a dark red color, not because it was wet with rain, but because it was soaked with blood.

"Let's go!"

The boy turned his face up. Shouted loudly.

Different from the long and blurred face, although the figure of the young man curled up on the ground was blurred in a dark red color, the outline of his face could be very clearly imprinted into Cen Chi's eyes in the night rain. The wide eyes were embedded in the pale face, and the dark pupils seemed to open the passage of the region.

"Senior brother......" Cen Chi couldn't help but call in a trembling voice. The cold voice of the long figure and the sharp knife he held. Ling Cen Chizhi wanted to turn around and flee immediately, but when he saw that it was the second senior brother Lin Shan who was dragging the long figure to his feet, and when he saw the second senior brother lying in a pool of blood, he suddenly felt that his legs were stiff again.

"Let's go!" The boy shouted the word again, choking out of his throat with blood foam, his face had become extremely pale, "Don't go and wait for death!" "

Cen Chi, who was standing on the stone steps of the mountain road, looked at the scene in front of him, and his heart was extremely frightened. He didn't turn around, but he was finally able to control his legs and take a step back, but unexpectedly, this step stepped into the abyss.

"Master ......" Cen Chi suppressed his voice and roared, and suddenly woke up from his nightmare, and immediately felt his limbs and bones being filled with pain, causing his hands and feet to tremble uncontrollably.

But thankfully, I've broken free from those soul-destroying dreams.

Although he knew that it was a dream, when he just opened his eyes and woke up from the dream, Cen Chi's heart actually had the feeling of the rest of his life. He subconsciously took a deep breath, accidentally touched the pain of the broken bone under the ribs, and couldn't help but snort.

The physical pain quickly reminded him of what had happened before he fell unconscious, and a wry smile appeared on his face.

Such a toss, sometimes empty your mind to think about it, it is really a boring thing, only to increase the pain.

Fang Fang, a middle-aged Taoist who was napping on the table, didn't hear the sound from the other side of the bed, sat up straight and looked sideways, and said with some surprise: "Woke up so soon?"

While speaking, Fang Wuji got up from the table, walked to the edge of the bed and sat down, then clasped Cen Chi's wrist for a moment, and then said: "My life is saved, but I have to stay in bed for at least five days to recuperate before I can move my hands and feet."

"Five days?" Cen Chi suddenly remembered something and struggled to sit up.

Fang Wu stretched out his hand and pressed his shoulder, and said urgently: "Don't earn it, the broken ribs have just been taken back, if you don't pay attention to recuperation, I'm afraid it will cause a hidden disease."

Cen Chi sighed silently, he also felt that his physical condition was terrible. In the dream before, although he always felt that his feet were not on the ground, and his body was floating like a wandering spirit, but at that time, with the drift of his mind, the pain all over his body also became blurred, not as real and violent as when he woke up now, and his underwear was soaked with sweat.

Fang Wu put Cen Chi's hand back into the quilt, then looked at him and said slowly: "Why bother so much, I thought that after the things in the tea shed, you would let go. [,！ Killing thoughts."

"In order to prevent the high dive from seeing the clues from you, so that I can continue my actions in the inn, I must have lied to you when I left the teahouse before. If you're angry, just scold me." For this matter, Cen Chi wanted the other party to smile apologetically, but at this time, he was in pain everywhere, and he really couldn't laugh. After a pause to adjust his breathing, he frowned and said, "Do you still have that little red pill you gave me just now?"

Fang Wu was slightly stunned, then shook his head and said, "That's not a good thing, how could I carry too much with me?" Just two servings, you vomit one and eat one. And there is no more."

"Help." Cen Chi stared at Fang Wu's face, obviously questioning the Daoist's answer, "Do you believe it or not, a person who could have survived, but could have been killed without shedding a drop of blood?"

Fang Wu tugged at the corners of his mouth, and suddenly said, "A prison codex like 'Hundred Journals in the Torture Room'. You'd better see less. lest you be cranky."

Cen Chi said lightly: "If it weren't for that book's treasure, I wouldn't have disdained it at all."

"Collecting is also a helpless move, like this kind of ** left over from the previous dynasty, I'm afraid that this world will be burned." Fang Wushu said casually, "This kind of book of experience that is exchanged for the blood and life of prisoners, although the word-by-word record is too cruel, it is not without merit. used the methods in "Hundred Logs of the Torture Room" to extract confessions. I'm afraid even the stone man will have to speak. The perverted intelligence of the original author is rare today."

Cen Chi said expressionlessly, "If you don't want to take out that little red pill. Maybe in the future you'll lose a friend with whom you can talk to the perverted author."

There was a moment of silence in the room, so quiet that even the "whoosh" sound of the wind shaking the trees outside the window was so clear that you could almost discern the direction of the wind by ear.

"But you need to rest now." Fang Wu, who had been silent for a moment, finally spoke, and he put away his rambling thoughts. His face calmed down, "That kind of medicine can stimulate the potential of people's bodies, and you will feel refreshed after taking it. But I didn't know that the effect of the medicinal power was to burn people's vitality. You've already lost too much blood. How can you withstand such suffering?"

"Do you think I'm resting right now?" Although Cen Chi knew that Fang Wu was also thinking about him when he said that, the physical pain gave him a more direct feeling, which frustrated his patience. After gritting his teeth and enduring it for a moment, he said again, "Why don't you give me a stick on the head, so that I can rest."

Fang Wu pursed his lips and didn't say to give, nor did he say no.

"Give it to me." Cen Chi sighed deeply, and looked at the middle-aged Taoist's eyes with a hint of pleading, "I know you must still have a copy in your hand."

Fang Wu still sat still, and only asked in a slow voice: "I'll give you that medicine, but don't go crazy if you take it, don't do crazy things again."

"It's not like I'm not unaware of my current physical condition." Cen Chi picked the corners of his mouth, "Unless that little red pill is an elixir, although it can arouse some spirit after taking it, at most it is only enough for me to open my mouth to speak, what else."

"I also wanted to prevent you from coming nonsense, and I was determined to kill Gao Qian, so you lied to me." Having said that, Fang Wu still made concessions, and sure enough, he reached into his arms and took out a small paper bag, and casually threw it on the quilt covered by Cen Chi's chest.

Cen Chi moved his fingers and wanted to get the paper bag containing the pills, but he quickly gave up again, let out a long breath, and said, "I don't even have the strength to raise my hand."

"Then don't move." Fang Wu said, he had already arrived at the table, poured a cup of cold boiled water and brought it over, and helped Cen Chi take the medicine. At this time, the scene in the house is really not suitable for outsiders to see, so Fang Wu did not call someone to bring boiling water in, he is not a woman, and he is not so particular about some things.

However, Cen Chi was also a casual person, and the cold water medicine was nothing to him, and now he just wanted to swallow the pill as much as he could, to alleviate some of the physical pain.

The pain of internal frustration, the pain of broken bones, and the pain of pulling out the dubbin all hit at the same time, and for a person like him who had no foundation in martial arts, it really made every moment of his awakening, every breath become a living torture.

The point is that he is still a little afraid of that dream at the moment and doesn't want to dream again. Compared to the pain on his body, in the vague dream shadows against the dark background, the heart-rending fear he felt was even more unbearable.

If this middle-aged Daoist knew that the purpose of asking for that pill was secondary, it was actually mainly to prevent himself from escaping that dream, this Daoist would definitely laugh, right?

The distracting thoughts in his heart flashed, Cen Chi didn't think about it anymore, lowered his head slightly, his lower lip approached the water cup handed by Fang Wu, took a sip of cold water, and chewed and swallowed the small pill with a strange color.

He vaguely remembered the feeling he felt when he took this pill for the first time, but when he felt the medicinal power of this pill again, he couldn't help but be a little surprised in his heart.

A ball of fireworks ignited from the abdomen, but only burned to the internal organs, like being trapped in an iron furnace, it could not warm the limbs that were cold due to excessive blood loss. This difference in body temperature is too strange to describe, but even non-medical practitioners can appreciate that it is a morbid effect.

Nevertheless. His lips did not regain his blood color at all, but his cheeks burned a few wisps of blood, and he felt that he was very comfortable, and he was much more sober mentally after taking the medicine.

It's just that the heart beating in the chest cavity is restless, like beans roasted in a pot at high temperatures, jumping up and down irregularly. The high and low are different from the light. It seems that there is still a possibility of exploding into pieces.

Cen Chi closed his eyes and smoothed out his breathing as much as possible, so that the feeling of sick palpitations could gradually calm down.

This is the second time to take the pill. He felt it more clearly than the first time, and he saw it.[,!] Sensing the evil side of this pill, he accidentally felt a little afraid, and secretly said: This medicine really can't be taken casually. The medicine is too violent.

Thinking of this, another thought suddenly popped into his mind. Suddenly opened his eyes and said, "Old Dao, your medicine reminds me of a person."

"You mean Liao Shi." Fang Wu touched his beard and said, "I also thought of this kind of medicine with a mixed reputation. It is likely that it was his method, but this medicine was indeed given by Xiao Kuang, and I have not met Liao Shi."

Fang Wu said this when he first gave Cen Chi the little red pill. It's just that Cen Chi was already in a semi-comatose state at that time, and Fang Wu felt that he might have forgotten about it, so he repeated it again.

But in fact, Cen Chi didn't forget about it, and he didn't stop suspecting Liao Shi because Fang Wu pushed the matter of medicine on Senior Brother.

Although Liao Shi belongs to the side branch of the Beili School, he is separated from Cen Chi, a disciple of the main line of the Beili School, more than a generation, and it is normal that the two sides will not have any contact, and this is indeed the case. Now Cen Chi suddenly thought seriously about this person, because he took this person's clue to the head of the second senior brother Lin Shan.

Cen Chi took a deep breath and said slowly: "As far as I know, Liao Shi was disgusted with the emperor's family because of the matter of the old empress dowager of the previous dynasty, and even included the family of Nanzhao Xinjun, who had redeemed him. Therefore, his whereabouts after leaving the prison have always been extremely secretive, even the emperor has concealed them, but only the senior brother knows about them."

Fang Wu knew that he had two senior brothers, and he was a little unaccustomed to this somewhat strange title for a while, so he hesitated and said, "What you said is ...... Lin Shan?"

Seeing Cen Chi nodding, Fang Wu thought about it and said: "This should not be difficult to explain, in the early years, Xiao Kuang was under house arrest in the Northern King's Mansion, it was Lin Shan who rescued him from the cage and placed him in Kyoto, the two of them come and go much more frequently than you, and there may have been news about Liao Shi's whereabouts a long time ago."

"That was a long time ago, the senior brother saved the senior brother to return to China, and soon after that, he withdrew from Kyoto, and he didn't return for ten years, how can there be frequent contacts. What's more, in the fifth year of his brother's departure from Beijing, Liao Shi only appeared in the village and town where he lived in seclusion for half a year, and then completely lost his trace......" Cen Chi said this, paused for a moment, eased his breathing that was weak and rapid because he had been talking for a long time, and he was also hesitant to say the next words to the other party too bluntly.

"Actually, Shi Jing has been looking for Liao Shi. He has three sons, the eldest son is brave and decisive, but in his opinion the scheming is not enough, such a general is really embarrassing in the prime minister's family, who has never been able to get actual military power; The second son of the Shi family is a crazy fool, so don't mention it; is the third son of the Shi family, the city is quite deep, comparable to Lao Tzu, Shi Jing, the father, is also very concerned about this son, but the third son of the Shi family has a hidden disease, that is, he can't see blood."

Having said this, a hint of incomprehensible smile slipped through the corners of Cen Chi's mouth, and he continued: "This hysteria is simply the death hole of a person, and everyone has the ability to control it, otherwise how can the emperor rest assured that such a character will serve in the Privy Council. Use his mind to deal with tedious matters, and he will never dare not do it without his heart."

Fang Wu was surprised: "The emperor is not afraid that this father and son will collude with the news, and the wolf will be a traitor?"

"Shi Jing has no military power in his hands, and the authority to control the financial revenue of the dynasty has been given to a few Shangshu, what can he do, but he is just to make a pen for the emperor, no matter how good the writing is, it is only a few drops of ink marks." Cen Chi shook his head slowly, "It's like a cat sleeping with a fish on its pillow, if it eats a fish, it will be killed by the fisherman immediately, and if it doesn't eat, it will be killed by itself. Thanks to Shi Jing, an old fox, he can bear it so much."

Fang Wu couldn't help but say, "Maybe he really returned to the new dynasty?"

"How can outsiders know his personal thoughts, but I'm afraid it won't be too simple. He surrendered too quickly and too smartly back then. Such a wise man will either be unable to change hands and be faithful to only one king in his life, or he will only focus on profit, be cunning all his life, and be disloyal to no one." Cen Chi looked at Fang Wu and sighed softly, "In short, the current emperor has never been able to rest assured of this person. In fact, I also think that the mind of an old fox who is thousands of miles away like this is really unpredictable."

Fang Wulin burst out and said, "Could it be that he still wants to usurp the throne?"

"Who knows. But once this thought of his one day leaks out, then the environment in which he finds himself will inevitably push him down that road." Cen Chi lowered his eyes slightly, and continued: "For more than three hundred years in the previous dynasty, it is not that there has been no usurpation. After all, the phase seems to be one step away from the throne, which is a great temptation of power. The sea has been up and down for a long time. Lespably there will be a moment when the power ** confuses the heart, and the usurpation of the throne will begin once it begins. There is no turning back.

Besides, Wang Chi is a good example of a successful usurper!

Anyone who rises to this step of the phase may imagine in their hearts that a military general who is thousands of miles away. can usurp the throne successfully, as I am familiar with the details of the court, the veins of the ministers. Why can't you give it a try?"

In this small county inn on the deserted border, there is a topic that has begun, and Cen Chi has not deliberately hidden it.

Fang Wu is a cultivator, and he doesn't have any deep reverence for imperial power. Even if Cen Chi pulled out the secrets of the emperor's family in this matter, he was just listening to a story.

However, after listening to Cen Chi's analysis. He still couldn't help but sigh because of the complexity of human nature: "It seems that being too smart is not all a good thing."

"It's better to be smarter in Huan Hai. Otherwise, he will die inexplicably, dragging down a large family." Cen Chi smiled faintly, "If Shi Jing doesn't take that last step, the emperor is not unwilling to let him go, after all, Shi Jing's usual political achievements are still very neat, if he doesn't make a mistake, the emperor can't just make an excuse to kill the old minister, which will damage his prestige in front of the ministers, but it is not cost-effective."

Fang Wugan. [,！ Laughed twice, pondered for a moment and said, "But it seems that Shi Jing's thief heart is not dead."

When Cen Chi heard this, there was a new look in his eyes, knowing that he finally understood his bitterness of risking his life to kill Gao Qian. But on the surface, he asked in a mysterious way: "Old Dao, why did you say this?"

"You're knowingly asking." Fang Wu really understood, glared at Cen Chi, and then said with emotion: "I seem to understand why you have to kill the high dive. On our trip, the ostensible excuse was to ask Liao Shi for medicine, but in fact, Shi Jing sent the strongest of the ten generals to follow, which was a double-edged sword.

If things had been left in the past, Shi Jing would have found Liao Shi Bacheng to arrest him and treat his son, but now, ...... Once these two meet, Liao Shi may be more than lucky.

The second prince's weak health is not a secret to civilians outside the palace, Liao Shi's reputation is a little stinky, but in the hearts of people who know its roots, he is still a person with exquisite medical skills, if Shi Jing carries the emperor behind the emperor's back to find Liao Shi, if it is spread to the palace, it will inevitably lead to fire. It's better to strike first, cut off this rescue road, and exchange your son's chance of being cured for a second prince, it's still worth it."

At the end of the words, he sighed: "Born in such a family background, I don't know if it is fortunate or unfortunate?"

Cen Chi thought for a while and said, "Whether it is the prince of the prime minister's mansion or the prince, outsiders can't use the living standards of ordinary people to measure their code of conduct. Perhaps they are destined to fight from birth, just as they have enjoyed since birth. There is no such thing as a life in this world where you only need to enjoy the fruits, but some people's hard work is a subtle form."

At this point, he paused for a moment, and then he continued: "If Shi Jing is willing to cut off some of his strategic abilities in a foolish way, even if he pretends to be like this for a lifetime, maybe he will be able to protect the Shi family. The more relict a relict like him thinks about things, the more prepared others will be. If you plan too much, you will lose, and it looks similar to saying too much and you will lose something."

Fang Wu's eyes moved slightly, but what suddenly came to mind was another thing, and he couldn't help but say: "Then have you ever thought that maybe you have been removed from the Beili School, why are you tossing and going so much?"

"I don't have any relatives or friends in this world, and if I lose this connection with my teacher, I'm really afraid that I'll become a walking corpse. Imagine how terrible it is for a person who has no past to have a blank spirit in his shell." A hint of ridicule appeared in Cen Chi's eyes, mocking himself, "Old Dao, am I very naïve, I mean the attitude towards things."

Fang Wuxian was stunned, he didn't expect Cen Chi to use the word "naïve" to describe himself.

All along, Cen Chi has given people the impression that he is the kind of person who can prepare things very carefully in advance, which is also the ability that the main disciple of the Beili School should have.

――Although Cen Chi is late for some special reasons. It was only for a short time in the Great Wilderness Mountain that he was expelled from the North Fence.

However, the surprised mood only stagnated in his heart for a moment, and Fang Wu quickly came back to his senses. Knowing what Cen Chi meant, he smiled slightly, and said slowly in a tone that was not comforting, but not very serious: "Although I can't think of anything else you will do in the future, I respect your choice.

For example, today's events. Although several times exceeded my expectations. But that doesn't mean your mind is naïve."

"No," the mocking smile on Cen Chi's lips rose again, "I've done a lot of things that now seem childish and ridiculous to me. I...... In the years after leaving the division. I threw the resentment of the expulsion on my brother's head. So I avoided him, but I thought about it all the time, and I tried to beat him in another way, and then I voted for the prime minister's ......."

"This ......" if cold sweat can be invisible. At this time, Fang Wu's forehead must have had a large drop of cold sweat falling, and he was also until now. only to learn the reason why Cen Chi defected to the Prime Minister's Mansion. After a moment of silence to adjust his mood, Fang Wucai said calmly: "You were a teenager at that time, and your spirit was so stimulated that you would do things beyond common sense. And not surprising. But...... Does the historian know that you are from the North Fence?"

The expression on Cen Chi's pale face changed several times, and then he slowly spoke: "In the first few years of my vote in the Prime Minister's Mansion, I made a strict modification of my life experience. He shouldn't have known it then...... I'm not sure if the old fox really didn't check on me, but now I'm sure. He knows. As I told you, the strange men of the Xiangfu tribe stole all the manuscripts of my senior brother, but pretended to put them before me under the pretense of the official documents of the Privy Council, in order to test my choice, and also to determine where I had learned."

Fang Wu touched his beard and said, "Hmm...... You restored the encrypted manuscripts, but in fact you shuffled them up."

Cen Chi smiled coldly, and said lightly: "But no matter what, the Prime Minister has determined where I came from, if I am still drifting like before in the future, the old fox is afraid that he will not be able to keep me. Looking for Liao Shi, I'm afraid it's the last value I can create for the Prime Minister's Mansion."

Fang Wu didn't answer again, just groaned, and after a while, he looked sideways to the side, his gaze fixed on somewhere on the ground.

Cen Chi tilted his head and looked at Fang Wu's line of sight, and his face suddenly turned slightly cold.

The body of the high dive was still lying on the ground, already cold, and the dry plasma on the floor was coated with several long dark red marks.

Hearing movement on the bed, Fang Wu withdrew his gaze to the side, and then he saw Cen Chi struggling and seemed to want to get up, and hurriedly stopped: "What did you say when you asked me for medicine just now?" Don't go crazy, be safe! "

"It's uncomfortable to lie down and talk." Cen Chi was not only not pressed back to the bed by Fang Wu's outstretched hand, but instead sat up with difficulty holding his hand

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Feeling that Cen Chi's fingers were cold, he didn't look like a living person, he was in good spirits at the moment, but with the support of the treacherous pill, Fang Wu couldn't help but twist his brows. But Cen Chi had already sat up, and Fang Wu didn't want to toss him to lie down anymore, just held his shoulders and helped him change to a more comfortable sitting position.

When Gao Qian was still alive before, the kick that kicked Cen Chi's chest was very ruthless, and Cen Chi's rib break was due to him. With such a heavy injury, it takes at least five days to recuperate before he can recover some movement, and Fang Wu's diagnosis is not bad at all.

At this time, although there is that strange pill acting in the body, inducing the body's latent vitality, and anesthetizing some pain, the pain of fracture is not equal to the pain of ordinary flesh and skin. Cen Chiqiang sat up with his body propped up, and the comfortable feeling brought to him by the medicinal power was instantly replaced by a sharp pain in the broken bone under the ribs, although he gritted his teeth and endured it, his forehead was soon dripping with wet marks.

It is only when you are motionless that the pain is gradually suppressed by the force of the medicine. No matter how wonderful the medicine is, the potency table xiàn in the human body, still can't withstand many limitations.

After closing his eyes and resting for a while, Cen Chicai gradually loosened his twisted eyebrows, opened his eyes and said, "The corpse must be disposed of as much as possible."

"I know that." Fang Wu rolled up his sleeves and wiped the sweat on his forehead for Cen Chi, and then said, "However, I have no experience in dealing with this kind of thing, so I entrusted this matter to another person."

A look of surprise appeared on Cen Chi's face.

Fang Wu smiled slightly and said, "Don't worry about it, this person was actually arranged by Xiao Kuang after all."

Cen Chi raised his eyebrows and said, "In addition to that pill, how many other things have you arranged that I don't know?"

"That's it, nothing else." Fang Wu waved his hand. Then he stood up and went to the table to pour water.

In the fight just now, the wine jar on the table smashed a few, and the teacups in the tea tray also fell a few, but fortunately the teapot was still there, and there was always tea in it. Of course, you can't expect the tea in the teapot to be hot.

Fang Wu poured a cup of cold tea. Walk back to the bed and sit down. Seeing Cen Chi's hand hidden in his sleeve, he obviously couldn't stop trembling. Fang Wu didn't say anything, just fed him water with a teacup.

Excessive blood loss, plus cold sweat all over the body. Cen Chi was also extremely thirsty, and drank the teacup empty in only three or two sips. I swallowed too quickly, choked my throat, and my lungs were already stuffy. This caused another painful cough.

Rao is a calm state of mind of a cultivator who is as calm as water sees this scene. I can't help but raise my eyebrows slightly. After hesitating for a moment, Fang Wu stretched out a hand to flatten his palm, and slowly clenched it again, and the knuckles of his fingers crackled with a faint sound. Then he spread his palms again, covered Cen Chi's back, and brushed over several large holes in his vest.

Cen Chi only felt a warm breath pouring into his heart like a passing wind. The stagnant qi in his chest was stirred, and he suddenly felt that his breathing became extremely smooth. Bear with the cough caused by choking. It's also a breeze.

And when Fang Wu withdrew his palm, a layer of fine sweat was already oozing from his forehead.

Gao Qian's martial arts are not weak, and he was in a situation of life and death struggle before, and the power of the palm he split was even more powerful. Fang Wu was slapped, the internal injuries caused were really not light, at this time, it was not appropriate to use the internal strength lightly, he was worried that Cen Chi would cough nonstop, in case the broken bones under the ribs that had just been picked up again would be cracked, and his weak body would be burdened again, so he tried his best to help.

Regarding the origin of the little red pill, Cen Chi originally had a doubt, and was about to carefully come to Fang Wuluo, but unexpectedly, this cough, the thoughts in his mind were also coughed away. Looking at the sweat on Fang Wu's forehead, Cen Chi sighed a little helplessly, and said slowly: "If I can have the talent to practice martial arts like Senior Brother, maybe I don't have to be so troublesome today, I am tired of you working so hard."

Fang Wu smiled slightly and said, "If you had Xiao Kuang's martial arts, maybe many years ago, the Prime Minister's Mansion would have turned you away, how could there be anything today."

Cen Chi was slightly stunned when he heard this, and then a trace of an embarrassed smile appeared on his face, and he shook his head and said, "I'm also confused."

"Don't think about anything now, the most important thing is to recuperate. This broken bone is under the ribs, and if you are not careful, you will leave the root of the disease." Fang Wu put the empty teacup back on the table, then walked back to the bed, and was about to help Cen Chi lie down.

Of course, Cen Chi also knew that he had played too much this time, and almost accompanied his life into it, although he finally escaped death, but this little half of his life was no longer arrogant, so he was about to follow Fang Wu's admonition and raise it for a few days.

But at this moment, there was a sudden knock on the door outside the guest room, and then the voice of the knocker came in, but it was not like the tone of the inn's Xiao Er: "Excuse me, is this Mr. Fang's room?"

This uninvited guest did not report his origin, but it was more accurate to speak directly to the owner of the room, although the tone of this speech was polite, but the content revealed a trace of eccentricity.

However, Fang Wu's face tensed up at first, and then relaxed, but what he said was still a little vigilant, and he didn't answer immediately, but only asked, "Who is Your Excellency?"

"Under the twilight mountains." As soon as the voice of the person outside the door fell, he raised his hand and knocked on the door four times, with a slight rhythm.

Inside the house, even Cen Chi had already heard the knock on the door, vaguely recognized the other party's origin, and glanced sideways at Fang Wu.

Fang Wu didn't speak, just walked to the door silently, pulled the bolt, brought in the people outside, and then closed the door.

Seeing the young man standing upright outside the door walking indoors, his face becoming clear as the distance narrowed, Cen Chi couldn't help but be slightly stunned.

From what Fang Wu had just mentioned, Cen Chi knew that this young man was arranged by his senior brother, and he didn't have too many doubts about his origin. However, when he saw this person's face clearly, he still couldn't stop being amazed in his heart

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The young man's figure and appearance matched at least seven points with the dead and stiff high dive lying on the ground. If it weren't for the relationship between the senior brothers, the moment he saw this young man, Cen Chi almost thought that it was the high-potential brother who had come to seek revenge.

And for this young man who had arrived halfway, he knew what his mission was from the beginning of his journey, so he could easily read Cen Chi's eyes, and soon found Gao Qian, the person he was about to replace him, in a bloody and messy room.

The young man's gaze paused for a moment on the corpse on the ground, then looked up at Fang Wu, and finally moved his gaze back to Cen Chi, who was sitting at the head of the bed, and waved his hand: "In Shenjing, Xia Dusk Mountain, his name belongs to the nineteenth generation of the Beili Partial Sect disciple, dare to ask Your Excellency is the twenty-second generation of the Beili main sect, Cen Chi, Mr. Cen?" ――

(To be continued)