It was no ordinary water, it contained a very strange fragrance, and as soon as it was poured out, it overflowed the whole hut. Even if Guo Ao's veins are sealed, he can still feel the richness that is like being in the country of incense.

The man seemed to know what Guo Ao was thinking, and said lightly: The name of this flower dew is called Zhongxiang Country, and it is the favorite food of the Xiang concubines. As soon as the dew enters the body, it quickly seeps into the body and melts with the blood in your joints and muscles. When the concubines suck the incense country, they will also suck out the blood congestion in your body, and at the same time, feed the balsamic in the body back into your blood, which is very good for healing and can quickly make you recover. It's just that when Concubine Xiang smoked it, it was extremely painful, and you endured it.

As he spoke, he pulled the lid off the gourd. Suddenly, the golden light in the thatched hut was chaotic, and a cluster of golden shadows flowed out of the gourd, and at the same time, a faint, but extremely refreshing aroma rose from the golden shadow bushes, which was mixed with the rich fragrance of the fragrant country, and it was a flower cage willow covenant, and it was wonderful.

Guo Ao forgot about the man's words, and even expected the golden shadow to fly closer, so that he could smell the fragrance that was not like the world.

Suddenly, a sharp pain pierced Guo Ao's flesh, Guo Ao claimed to have experienced a hundred battles, but he couldn't withstand the pain of this thorn, if it wasn't for the acupoint being restrained, he would have screamed wildly. As soon as the pain pierced, he sucked it up. With each inhalation, the sharp pain immediately spread rapidly along his veins, swimming all over his body, and finally enveloping his heart, like an invisible hand, pinching it fiercely.

That kind of pain is not at all human beings can bear, Guo Ao sweated profusely, and the pain was so painful that he almost lost consciousness.

And this is just a thorn, the golden shadow is chaotic, and the concubine Xiang who covers him does not know that there are tens of thousands, and with each thorn, his whole body is as if he has been run over by a huge wheel, and even his flesh and heart have been crushed into dust.

He endured the pain of rebuilding this world, boundless, vast and vast.

His heart had never been so fragile, and in the silent roar, he fainted in pain. Immediately afterward, he woke up in pain, and just like that, over and over again, until after nine degrees, the golden shadows slowly left his body like a well-fed drunkard, and flew back into the gourd in the man's hand.

Guo Ao's heart was so wide that he couldn't even care about the burning pain that kept rising in his body, and he fainted.

A cold true qi seeped into his body, causing him to jump violently.

The man's heavy eyes looked at him, and said lightly: It's not the time to fall asleep, remember your martial arts!

What other martial arts do you want to remember? Guo Ao was physically and mentally exhausted, he just wanted to fall on the bed, he didn't think about anything, where did he think about martial arts?

The man stared at him and said, word by word: If you sleep, then there is only death!

A murderous aura suddenly rose from the man's body, and his person immediately changed.

Old and tired, he suddenly moved away from his body, he became clean and solemn, and the ordinary gray cloak on his body became dazzling.

Guo Ao stared at him, suddenly shook his whole body, and shouted: You are Bu Jianchen!

He remembered Bu Jianchen. The acting pavilion master of Huayin Pavilion, who he saw for the first time in King Wuyue's military camp, left a deep impression on him. It's just that he didn't expect that this old and old healer would be him!

The difference is huge. It's so huge that Guo Ao didn't even expect it!

But once Bu Jianchen showed his edge, it was something that no one could cover up.

Looking at his sharper and sharper eyes, Guo Ao knew that if he accidentally responded to the battle, he was afraid that he would die in his hands within one move!

This is no joke. Bu Jianchen never jokes.

But what strength does Guo Ao, who is seriously injured, have to face Bu Jianchen's blow?

Bu Jianchen gently pulled out his sword, a silk bamboo sword as thin as silk and as light as bamboo.

Suddenly, the room was filled with the sound of Qingyue's whistling, Bu Jianchen's wrist shook slightly, and the silk bamboo sword suddenly turned into a clear shadow and rushed towards Guo Ao. Accompanied by this clear light, there was the sound of Luan Feng from the gossamer-like sword body. This voice was extremely pleasant, but in the ears of Guo Ao, who was bearing the sword power head-on, every burst of clear sound was like a thunderbolt exploding, almost blasting away the true qi that he had so hard gathered out. And that clear light, all of a sudden, has already slashed to the heart of Guo Ao's eyebrows!

Purple light suddenly flashed in the fighting room, and a long sword suddenly appeared in Guo Ao's hand.

Dancing Sun Sword!

The sword came out, and it immediately turned into a purple lightning and slashed straight towards Qingguang. The clear light suddenly dispersed, turning into thousands of fireflies to envelop the purple lightning of the Dancing Sun Sword.

Guo Ao felt that his hands shook violently, and he could no longer hold the hilt of the sword, and the Wuyang Sword came out of his hand. Qingguang exploded, restored to the appearance of a silk bamboo sword, and pointed at the center of Guo Ao's eyebrows.

Bu Jianchen remained motionless, with a tired look on his face. After a long time, he sighed: No, this is not enough.

Seeing that he was so disappointed, Guo Ao was also a little apologetic in his heart, and hurriedly picked up the Wuyang Sword and said: Give me three more days, as long as my internal strength recovers, I will definitely be able to block this sword.

Bu Jianchen shook his head and said: This sword is called Daxue Lonely Boat, and it is not my most proud swordsmanship, if you can't even block this sword, how can you be invincible in the world?

Guo Ao was surprised: Invincible in the world?

The tired expression on Bu Jianchen's face was even better, and he said: I also wanted to give you more time, but since he has already made a move, he will never stop. I must make you understand the sword heart technique as soon as possible!

Guo Ao was surprised: How do you know that I know the sword heart technique?

Bu Jianchen said lightly: This is the reason why I saved you, and it is also the reason why you must be invincible in the world!

Guo Ao smiled, laughing a little teasingly, but also a little sad: Then you will definitely be disappointed, because I will never be able to comprehend the sword heart technique again!

Bu Jianchen's eyes suddenly widened, and he said sharply: Impossible! If there is one person in this world who can comprehend the sword heart technique, it must be you!

Guo Ao shook his head and said, "You don't know Anyway, I can't understand the sword heart technique, and you will know it in the future!"

Bu Jianchen stared at him, as if trying to see if what he said was true. Gradually, the tiredness on his face grew thicker and thicker, turning into deep disappointment.

Guo Ao said proudly: Even if I don't have the Sword Heart Technique, can't I be invincible in the world?

Bu Jianchen didn't care about him, and muttered: Jian Xin Jue Jian Xin Jue He sat down and said: What should I do then?

The disappointment on his face stimulated Guo Ao, and Guo Ao said proudly: Isn't it possible to live without the Sword Heart Technique? You take out another sword, see if I can catch it!

He raised the Wuyang Sword with both hands, and his eyebrows were full of determination. He hated others looking down on him the most, and seeing that Bu Jianchen's eyes were full of contempt, he immediately stimulated his strong fighting spirit.

The remaining inner breath in his body burned like a flame, and he was even confident that he could catch any sword of Bu Jian Chen! If you can't catch it, you'll die!

Bu Jianchen stared at him, with a hint of appreciation in his eyes. But he still shook his head: It is not unusual to be able to catch my swordsmanship, and it is by no means invincible in the world.

Guo Ao was arrogant, and said sharply: Then whose swordsmanship do you want me to take?

Bu Jianchen groaned, and finally stretched out his finger and said: Get out of this hut and walk through that wood. I'll be waiting for you at the end. As long as you can appear in my presence again, you will not dishonor your father's name.

Guo Ao's body shook suddenly, staring at Bu Jianchen, as if he was about to erupt fire in his eyes.

Father?!

Isn't his father the notorious traitor Yan Song?

Isn't he a young son of adultery?

His lips quivered involuntarily, as if to ask something.

Bu Jianchen glanced at him coldly: You should understand my words. If you don't understand, you don't have to stand in front of me anymore.

The divine light in his eyes shone on Guo Ao, and Guo Ao suddenly found that he couldn't ask anything, and he didn't even dare to look at Bu Jianchen again.

He should understand, he can only understand!

However, who is his father in Bu Jianchen's mouth?

A wave of heat suddenly rose in Guo Ao's weak body, and he suddenly turned around and ran towards the forest.

The word father was like a sledgehammer weighing more than a thousand equals, hitting his heart again and again.

Guo Ao suddenly stopped running and stood in the bush for a long time, until the wind and dew wet his clothes. Fragments of time and space slid past his eyes like blocks of colour, each with a sharp sting, carving his memory.

He seemed to hear the dull sound of his nerves being sliced.

Guo Ao knelt down, holding his head tightly, enduring the sharp pain in the back of his head, sorting out these unordered fragments.

Father.

He chewed these two words repeatedly, and the terrible thing was that what appeared in front of him was not Yan Song's crowned and panicked face, but another face that was absolutely desolate.

The memory became clear little by little, and gradually condensed into the days when he was a child with Yu Changkong, as well as some conversations between Yu Changkong and his mother.

The inscrutable words

Qingfeng, have you been doing well all these years?

I later went back to look for you, but I was told that you had been killed by the Demon Cult, and in order to avenge you, I went to the Demon Cult alone

I had something important to do back then, and I had to go, and at that time you were already reweighted, and I had enough silver taels left, who knows

I came this time to teach Ning'er the kung fu of my whole body, and he will definitely be able to stand alone in the martial arts and be a generation of famous heroes.

Ning'er, Yan Shining, is his childhood name.

Guo Qingfeng, a poor woman who has been bullied and depressed, is his mother.

So, Yu Changkong, this unique hero, the world's number one master, and the powerful Huayin Pavilion Master, what kind of relationship does he have with himself?

Why, when he was dying, he came to the door and handed over the peerless famous sword and peerless swordsmanship to himself?

Is that legend true?

Guo Ao felt another sharp pain in his brain. He suddenly took a step forward and ran wildly.

In any case, he was eager to know the answer.

Guo Ao could feel that with his pace, the injuries on his body were also completely affected, and he began to feel a dull pain. He even liked the pain a little, as it would temporarily wake him up from the nightmare of his memory.

He needed this sobriety, because he really didn't have any other leverage.

The hut is located on the edge of a lake that is not quiet, and the surrounding scenery is so quiet that you can't even hear the sound of people.

Guo Ao stopped running, followed the guidance of Bu Jianchen, and slowly walked forward. Somehow, he felt a little uneasy in his heart.

The surroundings are very quiet, under the reflection of the morning sun, everything is so peaceful, so transparent, there is no trace of danger in sight, but the uneasiness in Guo Ao's heart is getting stronger and stronger.

Finally, he realized the cause of the uneasiness.

- It's so quiet that there are no voices, not even birds, wind, or insects. The trees stood silently, as if they would not move a single inch even if a storm hit.

This is a lifeless world, which makes Guo Ao almost breathless. Finally, he couldn't help coughing.

Just a slight cough, the deep dead silence was suddenly broken, and Guo Ao suddenly heard a voice, an endless sound. The voice was out of control, overwhelming the sky, Guo Ao felt a panic in his heart, he knew that something must have been caused by his cough.

He paused, and the Dancing Yang Sword burst out with a trace of purple light, enveloping his body. He's ready to make a move.

In the field, a faint layer of mist suddenly appeared in the woods and rolled towards Guo Ao. Guo Ao was vigilant in his heart, and immediately used the turtle breath method to close his breathing. The fog around him was getting thicker and thicker, and suddenly, a short howl came from the fog.

Guo Ao hurriedly turned his head, and his face changed suddenly.

There was a flower floating in the mist, a very bright flower. The flower disc was as large as a clump and covered with colorful petals, which vibrated with the mist and trembled slightly, as if they were breathing.

Suddenly, the flower let out a sharp roar. Guo Ao's heart was shocked, is this strange flower really a living thing?

He was surprised when the layers of flower stamens suddenly opened, and a white mist spit out, rushing towards Guo Ao. The white mist was sticky and greasy, but it was more like the slime spewed out by a strange flower, Guo Ao was frightened, his body slid and flashed to the side.

There was a tree next to him, Guo Ao was close to the tree, avoiding the mist, and suddenly, he felt an extremely strange rhythm coming from the tree! He hurriedly dodged away, only to see that the tree was twisted for a while, and turned into a thick python, with a verdant body and a large mouth, and the red letter was quickly swallowed and rushed towards Guo Ao.

Guo Ao shouted, his body passed by the big snake without reluctance, the long sword stood out, stabbed into the tail of the big snake, and really luckily picked up the big snake and threw it at the strange flower.

He is still full of jealousy of the strange flower, and would rather fight the big snake than dare to get close to the strange flower for half a step. The strange flower let out another short chirp, and a mouthful of white mist erupted. When the white mist touched the snake's body, it immediately dispersed, completely enveloping the big snake in it. The serpent let out a painful scream, and the white mist twisted violently, and the great snake was completely melted into nothingness by the white mist. The white mist became even more viscous, and a sharp and frightened howl sounded around him, Guo Ao hurriedly turned his head, and his face was immediately as white as paper.

All the trees were eerily twisted, revealing their true appearance. Every green tree is a huge verdant python. The snakes were extremely hideous, and their bodies were covered with dark green spots.

The giant snake writhed, and the light spots were like streams, and the giant snakes in their eyes formed a sea of strange green spots.

And Guo Ao is an isolated island in this ocean.

The strange flower let out another howl, and those pythons seemed to be driven by orders, and they all raised their triangular heads high and rushed towards Guo Ao.

Guo Ao held the Wuyang Sword tightly, this sword that had accompanied him many times from birth and death, could it still save him from trouble?