In the courtyard, the bloody smell left by the battle has not yet dissipated.

The atmosphere between Wang Anfeng and the two became silent.

Although Wang Anfeng spent an unknown amount of effort to find Meng Yuexue and Chuan Lian before, but at this time, he didn't know what to say, the grandfather of the girl in front of him once wanted to kill him, and her blood relatives also died because of him.

Strictly speaking, the two of them are mortal enemies with a blood feud.

Meng Yuexue's eyes fell to the side, and she withdrew the long sword into the scabbard, pursed her lips, and said in a low voice:

"I'm going to see Senior Brother, do you want to come, Brother Wang?"

Wang Anfeng nodded, and now that he was carrying an ink knife on his back and dressed as a warrior in the rivers and lakes, he spoke again in the calm voice of the young man, and said:

"That's nature."

Meng Yuexue nodded, walked forward, Wang Anfeng carried the ink knife, followed behind, and walked forward for about a few hundred meters, but they were all silent, as if they were walking alone, because the atmosphere between the two at this time was really embarrassing and depressing, Wang Anfeng felt a little uncomfortable in his heart, so he pretended to be relaxed and laughed softly:

"I haven't seen you for two years, I don't know how Brother Sichuan ...... at this time"

"It's a big change."

Meng Yuexue's footsteps paused slightly, and she didn't look back, but just said in a low voice:

"No ......"

Wang Anfeng was slightly stunned.

"Senior brother's words, there hasn't been much change."

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Dressed in green clothes, slender body, although the face is three points wooden, but a pair of eyes are extremely clear, if you talk about martial arts, you are timid, but if you talk about pharmacology, the eyebrows flash, focus as one, every time there are amazing words.

This is the appearance of Chuanlian in Wang Anfeng's memory.

But the person in front of him was already withered, with black hair and yellow hair, his eyes were closed and he was lying on the bed, his breathing was weak, as if he were nothing, he was simply a living dead, and he was completely two people from the high-spirited young man in the rivers and lakes two years ago.

How this can be said is that not much has changed.

Wang Anfeng's heart shook, he took two steps, raised his hand and pressed on the pulse of Chuanlian's right hand, sure enough, his pulse was extremely obscure and weak, not at all like a successful martial artist in the rivers and lakes, and his weakness was much worse than that of an ordinary old man who was dying.

Wang Anfeng frowned, as if he did not give up.

With a long exhalation, the internal force in his body operated for a week according to the method of Mixed Yuan Gong, coming out of his fingers, running along the meridians of Chuan Lian, trying to find out the reason why he fell into this state of suspended animation, if it was because of some kind of poison, then his Mixed Yuan Gong body happened to restrain all kinds of poisons in the world, or it could be useful.

Meng Yuexue stood aside, her eyes fell on the defenseless Wang Anfeng, and her right hand subconsciously clenched

The sword, with his thumb pressed on the hilt of the long sword, only slightly forced, and an inch of the blade popped out.

The blade of the sword was cold.

Faces emerged from her eyes.

Grandpa, father, and everything I saw and heard in my past memories.

A flower and a tree in the Valley of the Yakushi.

On the top of the bluestone at the highest place, you can see the clouds and shadows of Yan Shan, stretching and circulating, and the world is a sea of clouds for thousands of miles.

Five fingers are forced.

On the palm of the hand holding the sword, through the skin that is no longer white and delicate, you can see the green tendons that are slightly arched.

Back then, Wang Anfeng went to the Medicine Valley, but the next day, the Medicine God Valley, which was originally like a behemoth, collapsed and destroyed, if there was no connection between the two, she would never believe it.

She deeply hated her grandfather who walked into the evil path and led to the destruction of the sect.

But for the person in front of her, for Wang Anfeng, who almost destroyed her life, even if she can restrain herself intellectually, even if she knows that it is not his fault, how can she not have the slightest hatred?

She's not a chivalrous man.

Not even a sage.

She can't distinguish between good and evil as cold as ice, and she can't meet and laugh at each other.

She just wanted to be a delicate girl, but she just hoped that after burying herself in every possible way, she would be able to let her grandfather hold her hand and put it in the hands of her senior brother, and then help her brother travel around the world to practice medicine, collect the world's strange prescriptions, write a book, pass it on to future generations, and choose a place to live in seclusion at will when she is old.

That's all.

Now, Grandpa has fallen into the evil path, and it is not a pity to die.

The senior brother was poisoned and turned into a living dead.

In the scene I saw in the dream, she was the only one left, and her hands were already full of blood, not the doctor who practiced medicine to save people.

With this in mind, how can we be willing?

How can I put it down?

Meng Yuexue looked at Wang Anfeng, who was facing away from her, the demonic thoughts in her heart surged, her thumb was slightly provoked, and the sword was cold, as soon as she raised her hand, she could stab at the defenseless young man in front of her, and she could express the hatred that had been suppressed in her heart for a long time, but she struggled for a moment, but finally exhaled heavily.

Almost stumbling, she took half a step back, her eyes regained her composure, she raised her hand and put the sword in her hand lightly on the table next to her, this simple action seemed to have consumed all her strength, Meng Yuexue sat weakly on the chair next to her, her right hand tightened the medicine in her arms, and looked at Chuan Lian with her eyes closed.

The corners of his mouth are slightly raised, but his face is full of self-deprecation.

Oh, yes......

Two years have passed, only the senior brother, there is not much change.

Wang Anfeng, who was facing away from Meng Yuexue, opened his eyes, his eyes looked as calm as a lake, looked at Chuan Lian in front of him, pursed his lips, withdrew his palm, put the latter's thin palm back into the quilt, and slowly stood up.

Perhaps, Brother Chuan......

You may be the only one among us, and you haven't changed in the slightest.

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At the same time, in a small compound in the middle of the town.

The old man in green clothes sat on the bamboo chair, his expression was indifferent, and when he was calculating the time it took to hunt down the remnants of the Medicine Master Valley, he could hear the subtle sound of his clothes fluttering and dancing, and his eyes were slightly bright, only that the martial artist in the Immortal Pavilion had returned.

Turning his head, he saw several figures as if running for their lives, crossing over the green wall, falling to the ground, as if finally relaxed, their faces were all pale, and they were panting rapidly, and even a few people seemed to be running in a hurry, with their hands on both sides, sitting on the ground, breathing heavily, and their posture was quite indecent.

Such a behavior of no condescension made the old man stagnate slightly, and his face suddenly became cold and hard, as if a cold wind was whistling from this, and those warriors, originally because of horror and galloping, broke out in a hot sweat, but in an instant, the temperature faded, turned into white frost and hung on his body, and he was extremely embarrassed for a while.

The woman chuckled in her heart, and suddenly remembered a message from the sect.

It is rumored that the old man in front of him failed in the execution of a mission, was demoted to a sect medicine slave, and suffered from the devouring of ten thousand snakes for three years.

The actions of himself and others had obviously touched the forbidden area of this elder.

The woman's heart was cold, almost instinctively, and she fell to her knees suddenly, bowed her hand, and said:

"The subordinates are rude, and I ask the elders to forgive their sins."

Her reaction was quite fast, before the old man had a complete attack, she had already fallen to the ground, plus she was also a deacon disciple in the Immortal Pavilion, her cultivation was already seven grades, and there were elders behind her who were not inferior to the old man, the latter was not good at continuing to have a seizure, snorted coldly, sat back on the bamboo chair, but felt that her heart was still unhappy, her brows furrowed, and said:

"Let you go and catch the remnants of the Medicine Master Valley, why are you so embarrassed?!"

"Where's the wish?"

"Let him explain to the old man clearly, this is what he calls the net of heaven and earth, this is what he calls grasp?!"

The people of the Immortal Pavilion were shocked by Wang Anfeng, and when they ran for their lives, where could they still take care of Zhu Xiao's corpse? Hearing this inquiry, the woman's heart suddenly suddenly, and she bowed again, and then raised her head, her face was already pale, and said:

"Fang Cai, Fang Cai's disciple has indeed discovered the traces of the remnants of the Medicine Master Valley, and the poison in his hands has been consumed by all the people in the rivers and lakes, and it is simply a turtle in the urn, and it can be ......captured at will."

The old man frowned and said coldly:

"Good, what about the man?!"

The woman's face was slightly pale, she lowered her head, and said:

"Already, I have been rescued."

"Even Senior Brother Zhu Xiao died at the hands of that man."

The old man's expression changed suddenly when he heard this, and he sat up suddenly, and he was no longer cold.

Zhu Xiao is a very important person in the Elder Pavilion, because he is not very old, he was sent to take charge of himself, and now he died violently here, and when he returned to the mountain, he thought that there would definitely be a bunch of troublesome things, his mind turned sharply, his brows were furrowed closer and closer, he turned his head to look at the woman, and said coldly:

"Who's that guy?!"

The woman shook her head and said, "The disciple doesn't know. ”

"I only know that he uses an unsheathed ink knife, and he is about in his early twenties."

"Behavior and behavior are all domineering."

PS: The third update ......