Guo Ao vaguely remembered that he had a duel with Ling Baohe Dongting, and the two of them fought vigorously on the huge blue bird eggs, and both were injured, both hands and feet were broken, and they went with the waves.

Ling Baohe's fierce laughter was piercing and resounding, which Guo Ao would never forget.

But now, he was puzzled, for he felt as if he were in a great furnace.

Isn't he floating on the cave?

Guo Ao struggled to open his eyes, but his eyelids seemed to weigh thousands of pounds, and he couldn't open them no matter what.

One after another, his ear drums were filled with a loud crash, penetrating into his heart, smashing open his dusty memories for many years.

No, it wasn't a memory, it was a nightmare he never wanted to remember again.

Guo Ao's heart tightened involuntarily, and every time this impact sounded, his whole body trembled. The blazing heat swept through all his consciousness, evaporating his fear completely, and he seemed to be back to the time when he was a child who had no power to fight, and in the midst of the raging fire, a black figure stood in front of him, beating his body with a wicked hammer.

This is his god of death, his demon king.

He screamed in horror and struggled with all his might. But then he realized that it was useless, his throat was tightly choked, his body was bound in chains, and it was extremely difficult to move.

This scene was sealed in Guo Ao's heart and buried forever in the depths of his memory, but now it appears so clearly and vividly, dragging him into the abyss of torment again.

Martial arts, stratagem, all useless at this time, he is just a piece of iron, beaten in the furnace, and subjected to the torture of life is worse than death.

The beating sound became louder and louder, and the flames around him became hotter and hotter, Guo Ao finally gave up the struggle, curled up his body hard, shivering, trying to escape from this boundless heat.

But the fire, as it had been years ago, was not diminished by his fear.

Suddenly, the loud knocking ceased, and the whole world fell silent, in a suffocating silence. Guo Ao was overjoyed and struggled hard, hoping that a ray of light would shine on him, so that he could see clearly where he was.

He never wanted to go back to his old nightmare!

A cool burst of coolness came down from the top of his head, dipped all over his body, and then, the dense darkness was torn apart, Guo Ao couldn't wait to open his eyes wide, and he saw a haggard face flashing.

Not that person! He breathed a sigh of relief, and his frightened heart gradually settled down.

The darkness was torn away one by one, and Guo Ao gradually understood that he was not tied up, but his whole body was covered with bandages. The unbearable heat was only due to the fact that the whole body was covered with extremely strong wound medicine.

He was so badly injured that it took a whole day of surgery to save his life. The knocking sound he heard was the result of the surgical instruments colliding. The voice was not loud, but it reflected into his fragile nerves, and it was undoubtedly a burst of scorching thunder.

Although this operation was life-saving, it almost exhausted all of Guo Ao's energy throughout the day. The great tiredness ate away at his soul, and he just wanted to lie down as quickly as possible and fall into a deep sleep.

But he did not dare to sleep, and the restless fear in his heart made him open his eyes, searching for every trace he could see.

He didn't see too much, this was a very simple thatched hut, and there were all kinds of strange bottles and cans in the house, most of which were strange and strange, most of which Guo Ao had never seen. The horror prompted him to try to identify them, and he recognized a jar containing a two-foot-long ginseng.

Are these jars full of medicinal herbs? Guo Ao's heart was more determined. There was no sword in the house, and it was not a place for the Jianghu people to live. This discovery made Guo Ao no longer afraid, and his eyes turned to the person in the center of the hut.

The man was washing his hands, slowly, as if to relieve his fatigue.

The gray cloak almost covered his entire body, and his long mottled hair spread out, revealing his face.

It was an extremely innocent face, but there was a sense of loneliness and sorrow in his face, coupled with the tiredness on his face, which made his whole person a layer of gray.

He found that Guo Ao was looking at him, and he also looked over, smiled slightly, and said, "Have a good rest, it's okay." ”

His smile was extremely serene, even making Guo Ao feel a little familiar, but he couldn't recall it for a while.

"It's yours, don't lose it again." The man smiled kindly and placed a cold light in his palm.

Heavy and cold to the hand, but so familiar.

Dancing Sun Sword.

The Dancing Sun Sword that he had abandoned was now back in his hands.

Guo Ao breathed a long sigh of relief in his heart, what sword heart, what shackles, what breakthroughs, but it was just a lie, in this moment of helplessness, only this long sword was still loyally by his side.

He was a little moved for a moment, and he firmly grasped the hilt of the sword, and was no longer willing to let go.

The faint light of the Dancing Sun Sword made his heart completely relaxed, and a huge tiredness surged into his heart like a tide, quickly swallowing him.

And the power that he had lost for a long time began to revive in his body bit by bit.

Strength, he needs strength, he will not allow that nightmare to happen again, his life must be in his hands, not anyone else.

That person's medical skills were actually very high, far higher than Guo Ao imagined.

Guo Ao's injuries in the first battle of Dongting were extremely serious, and even he couldn't feel that there was still life, but under the careful treatment of this person, the fire of his life was rekindled, and for three full days, Guo Ao was still sometimes unconscious, sometimes awake, and the pain on his body also occurred from time to time, and he could only recuperate and could not get out of bed.

The hut was so clean that the man had not been seen since he had saved him. Guo Ao's whole body was still wrapped in the heavy bandages, but his facial features were exposed, and he could breathe normally and make rounds.

He was fully awake from that nightmare, and he couldn't help but feel ridiculous at his fear.

Yes, he is Guo Ao, the nightmare from many years ago, and he will never come back.

Guo Ao was not hungry, probably the medicine that the man fed was also used to cure hunger. He stared at the sunlight leaking through the hut, quietly reflecting on what he had experienced. Shaolin, Wudang, vendetta, and mysteries, since he entered the rivers and lakes, he has never been freed.

What happened to the Dongting Conference? Has Bai Yong found the murderer? Li Qingchou hates them, is he safe? Guo Ao found that he couldn't help but worry about this, he just wanted to recover from his injuries quickly, so that he could see his friends and see the rivers and lakes with his own eyes.

A childish voice came: "Are you sick too?" ”

Guo Ao was startled, he hurriedly turned his head, but saw a little girl sitting quietly in the middle of the hut, looking at him with bright big eyes. The girl's face was extremely pale, like the purest jade, and it seemed that she could not even leave the slightest trace of sunlight on it. The long white dress was as light as a cloud, and there was not a single wrinkle on it, and there was not a trace of dust on it. Her hair is meticulously combed, her hands are flat on her knees, and her whole person is like a delicate porcelain doll, bathed in the breeze of the thatched house.

Guo Ao's heart moved, no wonder he didn't realize her existence.

He hid the Wuyang Sword under him and said with a smile: "Yes, I'm sick, but I'm almost better." ”

The little girl said, "You lied to me, once you get sick, you can't get better." ”

Guo Ao said: "No, any disease can be cured, don't believe it, I will be able to run and jump in two days." I'll take you out to play with the birds, okay? ”

The girl shook her head and said, "No, I can't get out of this hut." ”

Guo Ao said strangely: "Why? This house is full of things, cramped and tight, there are flowers and plants outside, there is sunshine, there are very interesting birds and beasts, it is much better than here. ”

From the first time he saw this girl, he couldn't help but feel love and pity for her, and when he saw that the girl's face was faint and there was no happiness at all, he couldn't help but make her happy, so he told her what he had seen and heard in the rivers and lakes when he was a teenager.

He talked about the many, many big flowers on Mount Hua, and said that there was a strange formation in the Tibetan border.

These were also forgotten by him, but in that serious illness, he slowly recalled them. Speaking little by little at this moment, it really feels like a world away.

The girl listened quietly, but there was not the slightest envy on her face. She has a calm that far exceeds her age, which makes Guo Ao feel like a bombastic naughty boy.

The girl waited for him to finish and said, "Daddy told me that it was not good outside, and told me not to go out." ”

Guo Ao was silent, the outside world is colorful and colorful, but can it really be called good? Looking at the little girl's pale face, he was suddenly speechless.

If that world was good, he wouldn't have to be bruised.

The girl said, "You took my medicine." ”

Guo Ao was taken aback, and the girl pointed to the large and small bottles and cans in the thatched hut and said, "These are all medicines that my father picked for me." She pointed to a few more empty bottles and said, "You've eaten them." ”

Guo Ao felt a burst of apology in his heart, and said, "I'm really sorry, I must have picked it and returned it to you." ”

The girl shook her head and said, "No. I just want to tell you, don't take medicine when you are sick, once you take medicine, the disease will not be cured. ”

Guo Ao was even more surprised, he couldn't help but stare at the little girl and look at it carefully. The jade-like whiteness of the girl's face was so ethereal, it made it look a little illusory.

The more he looked at it, the more shocked he became, what disease did this girl have?

Suddenly, a tired voice said, "Xiaoluan, don't disturb my brother." ”

The little girl stood up and shook the visitor's hand. The man's face was still haggard and tired, he looked at Guo Ao, his eyes wandered over Guo Ao, as if he had seen through everything in his body, and said slowly: "The speed at which your true qi recovered was very fast, beyond my estimate, but your body recovered too slowly. ”

Guo Ao smiled bitterly, he also wanted to recover quickly, but the injury was too serious.

The man said, "I can't wait this long, you can't hold back some pain." ”

He turned to the little girl and said, "Xiaoluan, you go and see if Ziyingsu has opened, okay?" ”

The little girl nodded and walked out obediently. The man waited until her figure was completely obscure, and then reached out and picked up a gourd that hung on the wall. The gourd was huge, covered with purple patterns, and looked ancient.

The man's face was full of solemnity, and he said to Guo Ao: "You can also see that Xiaoluan can't stand any fright, so I will seal your acupoint first, so that you don't cry out in pain and scare her." ”

Guo Aoben is extremely tough, even if he is cut off with a sword, he will not call out. But when he heard that the man was so solemn, he knew that this thing was not trivial, so he nodded.

The man stretched out two fingers, and instantly clicked on the seven ** paths on Guo Ao's chest like flowing water, sealing the meridians around Guo Ao's body. His technique was extremely strange, and with every finger, Guo Ao felt that a large piece of muscle around his fingertips was immediately uncontrollable, but the flow of qi and blood was still smooth.

The man picked up a bottle of water from the table and slowly poured it on Guo Ao.