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The legendary rainstorm pear blossom needle?

But there is such a weapon, why not take it out and use it earlier.

At this moment, a faint and cold voice from the Purple Cloud Dao people sounded: "Who else, come out?"

When the four guards saw that they had been discovered, they looked at each other.

Leng Ran pondered for a moment, thinking that they still had to ask the Purple Cloud Dao Elder about the master, so he nodded lightly.

They were about to appear, but they didn't expect the Ziyun Dao people to vomit out a mouthful of blood, and their bodies fell from the roof like paper cranes.

The four of them couldn't care about anything else, and all of them appeared and flew towards Ziyunguan.

And Qian Duoduo, who was hiding a hundred zhang away from Ziyun Temple, turned around and went back the way he came when there was no movement.

Although he only saw a little bit of the massacre just now, he understood that his mission had failed.

Ziyunguan has suffered such a bad luck, I am afraid that it will soon alarm the government.

I still hurried back and made it clear to the young master that no matter what important news he had to give to the other party, let him never get involved in this matter again.

Qian Duoduo's face was pale, his clothes were tightened, and when he thought of this, he ran all the way to the foot of the mountain and hurried towards the Qian family's courtyard.

He will stay there for the time being tonight, and then go back to the house in the morning.

The clear full moon slowly sinks in the west, and the night fades inch by inch.

But in a dark room in the courtyard of the Qian family, on the four-foot-wide wooden bed, the person lying on it moved slightly.

The man in this bed had been half-asleep since he had been unconscious again that day, and for three days he had been lying motionless in bed.

It wasn't until the early morning of the fourth day that he woke up completely, and opened his heavy eyes with great effort.

Suffering from the headache, he tried to move. Although his limbs were stiff, he was pleasantly surprised to find that his body was no longer heavy and weak.

The big hole in his chest seemed to have healed, and except for a few days of not eating, a dull ache in his head, and a soreness and weakness all over his body, and a dry mouth, everything else was fine.

He felt as if something was floating on his face, a little itchy, and he slowly reached out and touched his face.

His fingers touched a layer of crust, and he gently flicked it with his hand, but he didn't expect it to fall off, and his fingers gently pinched the remaining crust, and the whole was lifted off by him.

When he took it to his eyes, he could only vaguely see that it was about half a palm-sized black dry shell.

There was something black, dry and sticky to it like dead skin.

He touched his cheek with his other hand, and found it smooth and delicate, as if it had grown a new skin.

Stunned, he slowly turned his head and found that the place where he was staying seemed to be a stone house.

He looked at the room, the furnishings were simple, except for the wooden bed, the wooden table was a wooden washstand.

There was a jug of water, a cup, and a burning oil lamp on the table, and the flames the size of beans were swaying gently.

There was only a one-foot-square ventilation window on the front wall, and a thick sliding stone door.

Although there are windows, you can't see the outside scene at all, only a thin stream of air penetrates through the outside.

He moved, propped his head, moved his waist, and slowly lowered his legs off the wooden bed.

Who knew that he had forgotten that his body had been lying for too long, and it was all stiff.

After coming down, he stumbled and fell a few times before he was able to stabilize himself.

In the silence of the night, he could only hear his own panting.

Reaching out and rubbing his forehead, he slowly moved towards the table.

The man poured himself a glass of water first, and after drinking it and feeling some energy, he lowered his head a little blankly and began to look at himself.

He was wearing a dark brocade robe, which was half-worn, but it was seen to be quite well-made, but it was not his clothes.

He felt like his brain was a mess, like a mess.

How did you end up here, what the hell is going on?

If he's not mistaken, he seems to have fought a war against the pirates at sea.

Toyotomi Yoshikawa, the leader of the Japanese pirates, seems to have been dismembered by him that night?

Then, the man closed his eyes and fell back into his own thoughts.

What happens after the pirates are destroyed?

He was injured and fell into the water......

Looking at his appearance at the moment, he should have been seriously injured, and he didn't feel the danger now, so he was rescued!

Why didn't he remember anything at all, the man frowned deeply.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw that his white hair had turned black, and he stretched out his finger and touched it, a little surprised.

mobilized the internal breath and found that the martial arts were still there, but it seemed to have fallen from the ninth to the first.

Only one percent of his strength is left, is it possible that he still has to re-cultivate?

Who hurt him so badly, those damn pirates don't have such a great ability, right?

He was so seriously injured, didn't anyone in the "Changning White Robe Army" come out to look for him?

And who saved him and hid him in this stone house?

Could it be that the stinky boy was plotted by someone and affected his body.

There are so many questions that he has a headache when he thinks about it.

Stretch out your palms and find that your hands seem to have become a little whiter?

What does that stinky boy do with this body so delicate, like a sissy!

He stood up, walked towards the stone gate, and tried to push hard, only to find that it was like an ant shaking an elephant, just doing useless work.

This stone gate should weigh a thousand catties, and with his current strength and weak body, he can't push it open at all.

There should be a mechanism for such a heavy stone gate, but unfortunately he searched everywhere and couldn't find it.

His hands were covered with dust and he was sweating a lot, so the man walked over to the washstand and prepared to wash his face.

The basin on the wooden shelf contains a basin of clean water, and a white cotton towel hangs from the top of the shelf.

Just as he was about to put the cotton towel into the water, he paused suddenly.

Although the light in the room was a little dim, the clear basin of water still reflected the reflection of his head at this moment.

It was a white and tender young man's face, his round eyes were blankly open, and what was worse was that it was not a familiar face to him.

So he took a second look, and then a third......

Until he reached out and stirred the surface of the water a little, and he couldn't see clearly.

He gasped heavily, reached out and rubbed his face, but he still couldn't stop the muscles on his face from trembling.

The man thought of something, ripped open the placket of his chest and looked at it, and a starlight mark on his left chest was still there.

After closing his eyes and meditating for a while, a blue starlight pattern suddenly appeared in the air.

Soon, a golden ghost mask appeared in his hand.