The firewood crackled and a little spark burst from time to time.

Before I knew it, the long night had entered the darkest hour before dawn, and the gentle breeze sent a few rooster crows from nowhere.

The rooster crows, the sky will be bright, the hundred ghosts are hidden, and Nie Xiaoqian needs to go.

Wang Lin felt regretful in his heart, and stood up against the wall.

His body was still poisonous, and he was injured and bleeding a lot, and he was very weak, and he was sweating on his forehead just by holding on to the wall.

Nie Xiaoqian stood up with Baqi Tianzong and said, "Since you can't go back for the time being, then recuperate in this temple first." ”

When Wang Lin learned that Wang Qiongying was missing halfway, he immediately used the excuse of returning to Shaolin Temple and left Wang's house. Now that he has killed a lot of Dongchang fans, Cao Yuxuan has caught it in his hands again, so it is not good to go back to the Wang family at this time. It is the best choice to stay here to recuperate in the mountain god.

The temple was already dilapidated, and there were no people nearby, so it was unlikely that anyone would break in and disturb them.

The living conditions in the mountain temple are a little worse, but with the dry food and water that Nie Xiaoqian brought him, he won't be hungry.

"Miss Nie, don't ...... the great grace" When the parting came, Wang Lin hesitated, not knowing what to say.

"There is no need to say more kind words, you concentrate on recuperating your injuries and get better as soon as possible, I will come again tomorrow night and discuss saving Qiong Ying together." Nie Xiaoqian was impatient to hear Wang Lin say what Wang Lin said about those mothers-in-law, so she interrupted him, said a few words directly, and walked out of the mountain temple with her sword.

As for Cao Yuxuan, who was knocked out of his limbs and tied up with withered vines, he had long lost the ability to do evil.

Wang Lin looked at the night that was about to fall, muttered "women and heroes" in his mouth, and sat down.

After a sleepless night, he was already exhausted, so he took the Shaolin Xiaohuan Dan he carried with him, concentrated his energy, and began to meditate.

Shaolin Xiaohuan Dan has the effect of stopping bleeding and building muscles, strengthening the yuan yang, strengthening the muscles and bones, warming the dantian, and benefiting the spirit, and is a rare healing medicine.

The antidote to cold poison has been used, and there is Shaolin Xiaohuan Dan to assist in healing, Wang Lin believes that with his skills, within five days, the injuries on his body will be as good as possible.

Although five days is still too long, he can't wait to go to Wang Qiongying now, but he knows in his heart that at this critical juncture, it is useless to be anxious. Exercising strength to heal injuries and force poison and strive for an early recovery is the first priority.

Otherwise, with the remnants of the body, whether it is to rescue the nine girls, or to resist the possible pursuit of the East Factory, etc., everything is nonsense.

The sun rises in the east, swaying ten thousand golden lights, Wang Lin has no distractions and closes his eyes to heal his injuries.

The golden crow sets, the stratus clouds are dyed red, and Wang Lin's mood is clear and closes his eyes to heal his wounds until nightfall.

In Wang Lin's anticipation, Nie Xiaoqian stepped on the dew and quietly arrived in the night.

The first thing is to interrogate Cao Yuxuan about all the details of Wang Qiongying's robbery, constant interrogation, and constant repetition, so that Cao Yuxuan can't lie even if he wants to.

The second thing is to discuss how to save Wang Qiongying and make a plan that is as complete as possible.

After completing these two aspects, they talked for a while about words and novels, and the two talked about martial arts.

Strictly speaking, Wang Lin said, Nie Xiaoqian listened.

With Nie Xiaoqian's lack of martial arts knowledge, she can only act as a listener.

Wang Qiongying didn't like to dance knives and guns when she was a child, and Wang Lin, who was a good teacher, learned martial arts, but there was no place for heroes. With a little white like Nie Xiaoqian, he suddenly seemed to have met a confidant, and without hesitation, he kept explaining all kinds of martial arts knowledge he knew.

Of course, Wang Lin didn't know anything about Nie Xiaoqian's kung fu points, and first talked about the major meridians of the human body, hundreds of acupoints, and the tricks of acupoints.

Then there are the martial arts of the major schools on the rivers and lakes, including the seventy-two stunts of Shaolin, as long as he understands something, he will comment on everything in every detail.

Then there is his experience of running away from home and walking the rivers and lakes since he was a child.

Martial arts is undoubtedly what Nie Xiaoqian is most interested in.

She listened with relish and referred to the "Flashing Heavenly Punishment of the Sword" that she was practicing.

Wang Lin once practiced palm and fingering, and learned several Shaolin swordsmanship with the idea of touching the class. Although he didn't concentrate on studying, he could not compare with the real kendo masters in kendo, but with his extensive knowledge in kendo, it was more than enough to guide Nie Xiaoqian.

The master led the way into the door, and with Wang Lin's meticulous guidance, Nie Xiaoqian's practice in "A Flash of Heaven and Sword Dao" finally entered the room, and was no longer limited to that style of "Flash Ghost Slash".

And so it went on for three days.

On the night of the fourth day, Wang Lin's spirits were already very good, and he was no longer like the previous few days, and he had to breathe after talking for a long time.

Seeing Nie Xiaoqian arrive on time, Wang Lin said happily: "In another half a day, all the residual poison in my body can be forced out." ”

The illness comes like a mountain, the illness goes like a thread, and the detoxification is even more so, and it is also thanks to Wang Lin's profound skills that it will be so fast.

In fact, Wang Lin is indeed a genius in bones, and he is a natural martial arts wizard.

At the age of eighteen, he opened up the second line of Ren Du, and he also attracted much attention in the genius Zen martial arts sect. The two Shaolin mastery of King Kong and King Kong were completed last year, although the record was not obvious, but they were still rated as first-class masters by the Yin Yuan Feng evaluation list, and the Central Plains martial arts ranked 29th.

The reason why he was so embarrassed when he chased and killed Cao Yuxuan was that he was poisoned first, and he was so overwhelmed by anger that he shot out with hatred regardless of the cold poison on his body, so that the cold poison attacked his heart, and he couldn't exert fifty percent of his ten successful strengths, which seemed that his twenty-ninth Central Plains martial arts ranking was a bit unworthy of the name.

When it comes to the Yin Yuanfeng evaluation list, Wang Lin seems to be quite unimpressed.

"The masters in the Yin Yuan Feng evaluation list are not real masters. As far as Wang Lin knows, on the wind evaluation list, there is also a congenital master. It's just that the innate masters have always seen the head and not the tail of the dragon, and even the pervasive Hidden Yuan Society can't catch their scales and half claws. ”

When Wang Lin said this, he seemed to be smiling, and quietly glanced at Nie Xiaoqian.

Because before Nie Xiaoqian, in his eyes, he was such a "congenital master" who had reached the realm of returning to the truth, and the dragon could not see the end.

No one would have imagined that the Nie family, who can write poems and lyrics and write novels, and is praised by Xu Da Mingshi, is actually a ghost. It's a shame that she used to want to spy on her whereabouts, but she didn't think that she was mortal with her naked eyes, if she didn't want to let herself see, even if she was standing in front of herself, she couldn't know.

Nie Xiaoqian, who once dreamed of practicing advanced martial arts and walking the rivers and lakes, heard Wang Lin talk about the secrets of martial arts, and she was already fascinated by it, and she didn't notice his gaze.

When she heard something incomprehensible, she asked: "Master, there is a difference between innate and acquired. The day after tomorrow, opening up the second pulse of the task is a first-class master the day after tomorrow, so what is a congenital master? ”

Wang Lin scratched his head with some annoyance, because the innate master he knew also came from hearsay, and after thinking about it, he said concisely: "It is rumored that the innate master can lead the vitality of heaven and earth, quench the flesh, cut the hair and muscles, wash the marrow and change the blood, until King Kong is not bad, the innate true qi is endless, and it can be called a land immortal." ”

"And the land immortals?" Nie Xiaoqian asked curiously.

"It is said that the land immortals have all kinds of magical powers, and they have cultivated to the extreme and even break through the air, and they can fly with the void and the wind." Wang Lin nodded, and said with envy, "Miss Nie is a ghost body, fluttering, but there are similarities with the land immortals' ability to resist the wind. ”

Nie Xiaoqian, who was listening attentively, didn't hear the true meaning of Wang Lin's words, she only shook her head slightly, and replied: "Relying on the void to resist the wind is the innate ability of ghosts, and it is not a real supernatural power. ”

And so, another night.

On the fifth day, when the remnant sun was gone, Nie Xiaoqian hurried to the mountain temple.

Several days have passed, and I really don't know what Wang Qiongying's current situation is, whether she is still alive or not, she is worried in her heart.

It's just that when she rushed to the mountain temple, she found that the mountain temple was surrounded by a large number of people from the rivers and lakes, and Wang Lin didn't know whether he was alive or dead.

At the gate of the temple, a young monk was bald like the moon and sat like a mountain.