Early the next morning, Ren Hao came to a hidden courtyard outside Suzhou.

Most of the decent people who were injured last night were sent to the Mojia Tianji Pavilion, and the Momen people who were proficient in medical skills were responsible for treatment, but a few were also sent to this courtyard outside the city.

Most of them are seriously injured or people with special status.

Among them are Shen Qiu, and...

Huang is invincible.

Yes, Tarzan was wounded, and it was quite serious.

"How's the situation with Brother Invincible?"

Ren Hao strode over and asked Chong and Lao Dao, who were standing at the door of the wing room, waving the dust, teaching Yunji the long way to do his homework.

The latter waved the dust, performed a Taoist etiquette to Ren Hao, and replied:

"The head of the junior brother is out of the way, and the master of the other courtyard has cleaned the wounds for the junior brother.

The injury is not serious, but the meridians of the junior brother are damaged, and this time I am afraid that I will immediately return to the Jade Palace of Mount Tai and carefully cultivate for several years. ”

"Is that serious?"

Ren Hao frowned, he looked at the little Taoist priest Yunji, lowered his voice again, and asked:

"Last night, who injured the invincible Daoist brother? In this Suzhou city, in addition to the old man of Peach Blossom, are there other demon sect masters? ”

"This..."

Chong and Lao Dao hesitated, and he said:

"I also asked the senior brother in charge, but he didn't want to answer, as if he had a hidden secret."

"Well, I'll go see him."

Ren Hao lowered his head and smiled at the little Taoist priest Yunji who was looking at him, then pushed open the door and walked into the wing.

A smell of Chinese medicine permeated the room, but the injured Huang Wudi did not lie on the bed, but sat on a chair and wiped the sword in his hand with a handkerchief.

His face was a little pale, and he changed into a blue robe.

The hair and beard, which were originally very messy, are now very well tidied up, and a Taoist bun is tied.

Huang Wudi's whole temperament is completely different from the temperament of the reckless man before.

Looking at his action of wiping his sword, there is also a sense of harmony between heaven and man, as if the person in front of him is in line with natural principles in his every move.

"But Brother Wu Dao?"

Seeing this, Ren Hao asked softly.

The Taoist in front of him raised his head, with a warm smile on his face, he nodded lightly to Ren Hao, but did not speak.

All right.

This is a temporary improvement in the Soul Scattering Disease.

The personality of Taishan Mangfu Huang Wuwu disappeared in his heart, and the master Huang Wumiao, a Taoist of Ziwei Dao, appeared again.

Ren Hao stepped forward and sat on the chair next to Huang Wumiao, he didn't disturb Huang Wumiao to wipe his sword.

It wasn't until the Tai'a Sword that had been wiped clean after the battle was put into a delicate sword box, and after seeing Huang Wumiao get up and clean his hands in the basin and wipe off the water stains, Ren Hao asked:

"Brother Wu Miserable, who hurt you last night?"

"It's him."

Huang Wumiao turned around, held his left hand behind his back, twisted his beard lightly with his right hand, his face was calm, and he said without a head or a tail:

"I was chasing the Seven Peerless Sect Demons and Qu Evil last night, but I met him unexpectedly."

"Him?"

Ren Hao's complexion changed drastically.

He stood up, walked to Huang Wumiao's side, and asked in a low voice:

"Possible confirmation?"

"When I saw his face, he didn't hide it, and in this river and lake, there are people who can hand over the Tai'a Sword within ten moves... He's the only one. ”

Huang Wu sighed miserably.

This personality and Huang Wudi's personality are almost completely two extremes.

No matter what he does, he is slow and leisurely, and the calm and leisurely bearing that exudes from his body is really like a monk who is bent on seeking the Tao and has no distractions.

He pondered for a moment, then picked up the green jade dust in his hand, shook it slightly, and said:

"I don't know why he showed up in Suzhou, I didn't respond to talking to him, and he didn't want to hurt me... It's just that after handing over the Tai'a Sword, he used strange exercises to wake up 'me'.

I don't know why he did it, but..."

A trace of embarrassment flashed in Huang Wumiao's eyes, he coughed lightly, and said to Ren Hao:

"I haven't seen him for many years, and I have some itchy skills, so I tried to challenge him, but he beat him like this. The shackles of true qi left by the Soul Destroying God Claw, I couldn't break through it for a while. ”

"Huh"

Ziwei Daoren smiled bitterly and said to Ren Hao:

"This is probably a warning, and it seems to remind me that when I leave Suzhou this time, I will have to retreat and practice penance in the Jade Emperor Palace of Mount Tai.

I can't describe that man's martial arts to Brother Ren in detail.

He and I are already two realms. Poor Dao is afraid that the masters of the heavenly list will be on the same page, and they are not his opponents. ”

"Hmm."

Ren Hao nodded solemnly, he also sighed, and said:

"He is already a genius, and he has been suppressing martial arts for thirteen years, but he was born this time, but he is progressing like this, this river and lake, I'm afraid it will be a lot of things.

It's just that, Brother Wu Miserable, do you think he has changed from nine years ago? ”

"Change, no."

Ziwei Daoren closed his eyes, recalling the meeting last night, and he said:

"It's still the same as nine years ago, and he hasn't even changed a little older, but for some reason... There's one more fat tanuki.

And looking at him, he seems to be quite interested in the lazy tanuki. ”

"Tanuki?"

Ren Hao blinked in surprise, and he said:

"Is it the tanuki that the women raised to relieve boredom?"

"Yes."

Huang Wumiao nodded, and he said:

"It's very fat, the fur is smooth, lazy, but it is full of aura, if it weren't for the fact that I knew that the aura of this heaven and earth had been broken, I would probably think that it was the 'immortal spirit beast' that existed thousands of years ago."

"And there's a guess about the poor road, brother Ren."

Ziwei Daoist grabbed the dust, he squinted his eyes, thought for a moment, and said to Ren Hao:

"Brother Ren still remembers, more than 20 years ago, the old things of Taihang Xianmen?

It is said that the people in the Taihang Immortal Gate disobeyed the heavens, imprisoned the strange beasts, and tried in vain to find the immortals, which led to the destruction of the mountain gate and the robbery of Taihang. ”

Ren Hao nodded.

He said:

"What Brother Dao means is that the aura civet cat that was held in Zhang Moxie's arms was the one who was... Beasts from the sky? ”

"I'm not sure."

Ziwei Daoist shook his head, and he said:

"But it's possible, maybe, maybe...

Zhang Moxie has found the way to reach the heavens, and he appeared this time to tell me and others, practice hard, and don't care about the affairs of the rivers and lakes, so as to wait for the great changes in the world. ”

"When I watched the sky day and night, I had a feeling, Brother Ren. The world has changed dramatically, and I am afraid that it will be more than ten years later. ”

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Shen Qiu is also in this courtyard.

Of course, he couldn't hear the secret conversation between Ziwei Dao and the Martial Arts Alliance Master, because he would be very busy.

Jianyu was in his hand, and this coma passed, and he naturally entered the Jianyu dream.

In the dream where there were only three people left, this time it was a crowded scene, Shen Qiu fought all the way last night, how many people did he kill?

It's hard to verify.

But in front of Shen Qiu's eyes, judging from the number of those phantoms, this was definitely an astonishing number.

He was busy at this time, throwing those inferior phantoms who could not give him more martial arts experience into the edge of the dream realm, which was not an easy job.

Especially when Shen Qiu was bare-handed.

He was going to subdue them one by one, and then throw them on the edge of dreams.

Shen Qiu was busy for a long time before he finally cleared up some of the crowded dreams.

Now left in the dream, there are only a few phantoms left.

Chengying Lao Dao, Lin Yundong also has Ren Hao, Huang Wudi, Wujiu Juzi, Mo Hei, Lin Huiyin, Zhang Chu, Wu Wufang, Shen Lan, Zhang Lan, Tiandi Xuanhuang Siwei and so on.

In addition to the Heaven and Earth Xuanhuang Four Guards, as well as Kutuo, most of them are temporary phantoms.

However, Shen Qiu was also content.

After last night's battle, his understanding of the Autumn Wind Knife Style was on a higher level, and in the end, he slashed the horseman, and he also comprehended the sword intent of the Horseman who shook the light knife.

This is a good time to practice knives.

Unfortunately, he didn't have a knife in his hand.

He could only endure his inner mood, and first used the Wind Thunder Finger and the Soul Claw to entangle with the weakest Kutuo.

Because he didn't take advantage of the weapon, and because Kutuo was good at using magic needles and secret weapons, it still took nine points to sacrifice himself to break the phantom.

As a result, a "ghost shadow needle method" was obtained.

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Shen Qiu was also satisfied.

He felt a shake in his dreams, and he knew it was time for him to wake up.

In the next moment, Shen Qiu opened his eyes, there were shadows in front of him, he couldn't see things really, it should be the sequelae of last night's injury, and it would be fine after a few days of recuperation.

But the strange thing is that there is no too intense pain coming from the body.

This made Shen Qiu amazed.

Although in the dream realm, the body has always been nourished with Xue Ji's true temperature, but relying only on Xue Ji's mental method, it can't achieve such a rapid healing effect.

So, someone must have helped him from the outside world.

"Are you awake?"

Just when Shen Qiu was at a loss, a gentle man's voice sounded from the room.

Shen Qiu felt as if his body was rusty, and there was a little stinging pain when he moved, but he still supported himself and leaned against the head of the bed.

He gasped and looked at the person who had just spoken.

It was a middle-aged man.

The height is probably above 1.85, which is already a standout in terms of the height standards of this era.

But the man didn't feel arrogant.

On the contrary, his whole body exuded a softness, as if nothing in the world could interfere with his chanting.

He was dressed in a gray monk's robe, which was very modest.

But he has short hair, and he doesn't look like a head walker.

It should be a layman.

This man had a smile on his face, his eyes narrowed, and he had a Chinese face and a gray beard, but he didn't look very old.

Probably in his forties.

When Shen Qiu woke up, the layman was sitting on the futon, waving the sandalwood Buddha beads with both hands, as if he was reciting scriptures, and Shen Qiu could only see half of his face.

But to be able to find Shen Qiu's awakening so keenly, this layman should also be a person with martial arts.

And the martial arts should not be low.

"Don't move."

Seeing that Shen Qiu wanted to stand up, the layman hurriedly got up to stop him.

When he turned his face, Shen Qiu was stunned to find that half of the layman's face was covered with staggered scars, which seriously damaged his gentle temperament.

This should be an old wound, and it looks quite hideous.

One can't help but think, what terrible things happened to this layman when he was young?

"I use Nirvana True Qi to help you warm and nourish your meridians, and the internal injuries have been removed, but the donor has fought to the death, but he has already injured the roots, so don't act rashly."

The layman said to Shen Qiu in a gentle tone:

"In the next six months, the donor had better not do anything with others."

Shen Qiu nodded.

He could feel that the palm of the layman's hand caressing his shoulder was sending out a steady stream of gentle true qi.

That true qi is very similar to Xueji's true qi, both of which are the kind of methods that are in the middle and peaceful, but the true qi of this layman's Buddhism is more long, and it is more inclined to the effect of healing and healing.

This should be not good at fighting, but relive the miraculous internal skills of healing.

"Thank you, Master."

Shen Qiu leaned on the head of the bed, and folded his hands together at the half-faced Buddha and half-ghost-faced layman in front of him, and he thanked him:

"It's all up to the master to help me this time, otherwise my life Shen Qiu will be gone, this is a great life-saving grace, I can't forget it."

"Why should the young man be so polite."

The layman laughed, he sat on the edge of Shen Qiu's bed, played with the Buddha beads in his hand, and whispered:

"Shaoxia has the true qi of authentic Taoism, and he revisits the secret wounds the most, even if he doesn't have my help, it's just a matter of raising for a little more time.

It's just a young man, listen to my persuasion. ”

The layman's expression became serious, and he said to Shen Qiu:

"I also know that the grievances of the rivers and lakes are difficult to solve, and there must be means to walk the rivers and lakes, but donor, I advise you, don't use that sacrifice effort in the future.

Although you have the true temperature of Taoism to nourish the dark wounds, if you use it too much, the pressure of the kung fu on the meridians will not be able to make up for it. ”

Shen Qiu blinked.

He knew that the layman was talking about the set of self-sacrifice kung fu, he didn't refute it, just nodded, indicating that he knew.

"Okay, then the donor will rest."

The layman stood up with a smile on his face, and said:

"I'll go see the other injured first."

"Haven't asked the master's name yet?"

Shen Qiu asked:

"Can the master tell me?"

"Everyone else calls me a mustard monk."

The layman turned around, called the Buddha's name, and said to Shen Qiu:

"Although I am bent on escaping into the empty door, the master said that my six roots are not purified, the red dust is not gone, and it is not yet time to shave, so Shaoxia, there is no need to call me a master."

That's a tactful word, but just listen to it.

Such a master, if you call your name directly, you are looking for death.

Didn't you see that Ren Hao was the leader of the martial arts alliance, and he didn't call Huang Wudi a Taoist brother?

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"Thank you again Master Mustard for your kindness."

Shen Qiu was lying on the bed, bowing his head to the mustard seed monk, he suddenly remembered something, and asked again:

"Master, who sent me here? My relatives, but they are still in Suzhou? ”

"I don't know."

The mustard monk replied truthfully:

"The one who sent the young man over is a son, and he is resting in the outer wing at the moment, but I heard that he has something to do with the Demon Sect.

So, maybe this afternoon, someone will come to ask him. ”

Speaking of this, the mustard monk chuckled, this half of his face looked like a ghost, and his laughter was really terrifying.

But there is a kindness and gentleness in his eyes, which makes people can't help but get close.

He turned the Buddha bead in his hand and said to Shen Qiu:

"I look at that Zhang Lan Gongzi, but he doesn't look like a bad-hearted person, although he was born in the Demon Sect, he doesn't like decent people very much, but his mind is still pure and good, and he has a good heart.

Shaoxia doesn't have to worry about relatives and friends, Zhang Lan's son can turn evil into good fortune. ”

What Shen Qiu wanted to say was that it had nothing to do with him whether Zhang Lan died or not, and he didn't care.

He was more concerned about the situation of the mountain ghosts.

But from the words of the mustard seed monk, he could guess that the mountain ghost should not have come to Suzhou at all.

The Shaking Light Knife should have been taken by the mountain ghost, which made Shen Qiu feel greatly relieved.

After the mustard monk left, the sneaky Zhang Lan came into the wing room with one thing.

He walked up to Shen Qiu's eyes proudly, opened his folding fan with a bang, and said to Shen Qiu while shaking it:

"This fan is now returned to its original owner and mine.

Don't worry...

Young Master Ben will exchange good things with you! ”