Yang Yi and Monk Pukong braved a dense rain of arrows to rush out of the river, and when they turned back, the smoke had already begun to be blown downstream by the north wind blowing down the river.

Wu Huan, Chan Zan and others on the opposite side wanted to cross the river to chase after them, but the Qingzhou army on this bank was already lined up.

He Quai's illness was arguing with the generals of the Bingzhou army on the other side of the river, asking him to lead his troops across the dry river, but where would the Bingzhou army listen to his orders, the Qing and the two states have not yet officially started the war, and if they cross the boundary between the two armies without authorization and cause trouble, no one can afford such a responsibility.

Chan Zan and the others could only stare angrily, seeing that Yang Yi slipped out of the palm of his hand, they were very angry, but the number was too small, and without the help of the state army, they did not dare to cross the river to pursue anyway.

Yang Yi, who escaped death, sat on the ground and gasped for a while regardless of his image, and Monkey Jian'er hurriedly stepped forward to check that there was no major problem except for some abrasions on his body, and everyone was relieved.

"Haha! National Teacher! Heavenly Master! The two of them are a generation of grandmasters in vain, and they don't even dare to cross a small dry river? Yang Yi sat on the ground and shouted to the other side with all his might, if he could provoke the two of them to come over and give them a shuttle of crossbow arrows, wouldn't it be happy.

However, although Chan Zan and Wu Huan were eager to eat Yang Yi raw, they were both people with deep city government after all, so where would they fall for him.

Wu Huan's sleeves swayed, brushed away the remaining smoke beside him, and said with a gloomy face: "Nine nerds! The enmity between you and me, Wu swears to revenge! ”

Yang Yi smiled disdainfully, he himself was an expert in playing tricks, how could he be frightened by Wu Huan.

Yang Yi gave Wu Huan and the others a middle finger and said with a smile: "You wait, don't leave after school!" ”

This is, a Qingzhou army general stepped forward and saluted: "The last general Qingzhou Huang Xian has seen His Royal Highness." After a pause, he said: "Your Highness, it is not advisable to stay here for a long time, and please ask Your Highness to retreat quickly with the general." ”

There are not many Qingzhou troops brought by Huang Xian, and if the opposite Bingzhou army kills the generals, I am afraid that there will be more trouble.

Everyone also nodded and suggested that Yang Yi leave quickly.

Yang Yi stood up with the help of Monkey Jian'er, looked back at the other side, and said, "Let's go!" ”

Everyone followed the Qingzhou army all the way to the east, traveled for about half a day, and finally arrived at a Qingzhou county seat, where more than 3,000 Qingzhou troops were stationed, which was really out of danger.

Entering the city, Yang Yi turned over and dismounted, and ordered Murong Sinan to settle the soldiers and war horses, and prepare to repair here before going to meet General Wang Fei.

Everything was arranged, Yang Yi came to the Pukong monk who had not spoken, and said with a smile: "Monk, are you okay?" ”

Monk Pukong's face was not very good-looking, but he didn't seem to be in serious trouble, and he shook his head and said, "Your master and I haven't experienced any calamities, this..."

After saying that, Monk Pukong suddenly frowned, and his footsteps stopped.

"Poof...."A mouthful of blood spurted out, and the monk's whole body fell straight down.

"Monk!"

"Master!!"

Everyone was shocked, and Yang Yi hurriedly stepped forward to support him, but saw that Monk Pukong had already fainted, and his breath was extremely disordered, and he was obviously seriously injured.

Liu Yan's feet shook aside the crowd, took the wrist of the monk Pukong, held the pulse, and gradually condensed her brows, but she only said one sentence: "It hurts the heart!" ”

"Quick! Town! Looking for a doctor!! Yang Yi exclaimed.

The crowd hurried into the city and found a place to settle the monk Pukong.

Monkey Jian'er and Tie Niu searched all over the city, and almost the doctors in the entire small county town were brutally "invited" over, however, every doctor only shook their heads regretfully after checking the injuries of the Pukong monk.

The doctor shook his head regretfully and what that meant, everyone understood.

Before Yang Yi and others arrived, the Pukong monk was entangled with Zen Zhan, Wu Huan and other masters in the north for several months, and the injuries on his body never healed.

If it were others, I am afraid that the Pukong monk would not be so seriously injured, but although Wu Huan's character is not good, his martial arts are already the realm of the grandmaster, and his full palm will not dare to take it hard even when the Pukong monk is not injured.

Wu Huan also knew that the Pukong monk was strong in martial arts, and the palm power was strong, making ten layers of ten skills, and the five organs of the Pukong monk were all injured.

All the way everyone fled, and the monk Pukong had been forcibly suppressing the injuries in his body with internal force, and after everyone was safe, he could no longer support it, vomiting blood and falling.

Monk Pukong fainted for a day and a night, during this time Yang Yi never left, he had been meditating in the room, he didn't believe that the monk would just hang up, absolutely not believing.

Monk Pukong lay quietly on the bed, Yang Yi sat quietly at the table, the oil lamp on the table was lightly burning, the wind passed, the lamp was drifting, as if it was about to go out.

Yang Yi looked at the crumbling lights, suddenly got up and reached out to hold the wick, covering the wind with his hands.

"When the oil runs out, the lamp will wither, the wind is just an external force, and when the lamp oil burns out, the lamp will eventually go out." The monk Pukong who was lying on the bed didn't know when he had woken up, and looked at Yang Yi, who was a little flustered, and said with a smile.

Yang Yi was overjoyed, and hurriedly stepped forward and said, "Monk! You're awake! ”

Monk Pukong hesitated, supported himself from the bed, sat cross-legged, folded his hands, and smiled like a person who had nothing to do: "A little injury, how can you be a teacher?" ”

Monk Pukong smiled again and said, "Is there any wine?" ”

Yang Yi scolded when he heard this: "When are you still drinking?" Don't you want to die..."

As he spoke, Yang Yi took another step forward and was suddenly stunned.

But I saw that the face of the monk Pukong in the flickering candle flame was even paler, wrinkled all over, and he seemed to have aged dozens of years overnight.

"Monk... You..."Yang Yi said in surprise.

Monk Pukong smiled and shook his head, but he didn't say anything.

Yang Yi's eyes suddenly reddened, how could he not know that the monk's limit was approaching, and at this time he was just returning to the light.

"You wait!" Yang Yi turned around abruptly and rushed out of the room, and after a while, he carried two wine jugs back with them.

Yang Yi took the wine glass on the table, and was about to drink it, but after hesitating, he threw the wine glass away, walked directly to the bed, opened two pots of wine, handed a bottle to the monk and said: "This wine is a special wine made in my Shuzhong, you must not have drunk it." ”

Monk Pukong took the wine jug with his hand, and a strong aroma of wine came to the surface, and he took a sip when he raised his head, and the spicy astringency poured into his throat, and he couldn't help but sigh: "Good wine!" ”

Yang Yi grinned to himself, and also raised his head to take a sip with the monk.

Monk Pukong glanced at Yang Yi and blamed: "You kid, you have such a good wine, why didn't you send it to the teacher to taste earlier!" ”

Yang Yi smiled bitterly and said, "After the matter is finished here, you go to Shuzhong with me, and you can drink as much as you want." ”