The painting was stunned, and suddenly burst into tears.

I didn't expect to be in prison and still be able to meet my relatives! It's like being stuck in a swamp and getting a lifeline.

She missed her third master, and if he was there, he would not let herself suffer in the slightest.

The old man Xianmao sighed and comforted: "When the old man saw your injury and illness, he knew that you must have suffered a lot, since God gave you back a life, you have to live well, forget the past, and be a new person." The unfulfilled wish will be fulfilled, and he will not come to this world for a trip without regrets. ”

Hua Yan looked up in amazement, and the words of the old man Xianmao instantly reminded her. The memories of the once happy, humiliating, and torn flashed back before her eyes.

An unfulfilled wish? That's probably all there is to it!

Avenge your family!

Damn it! How could I have forgotten such an important thing!

Huayan clenched his fists and trembled with excitement. Her eyes are gone, her martial arts are all gone, and she will never be able to give up her pride and show her ugliest side to others. This is one of the reasons why she doesn't want to go back to Taoyuan and don't want to see Xiao Minglang.

She suddenly groped and pulled the sleeve of the old man Xianmao, and knelt down on her legs, "Old master, my real name is Huayan." My family was framed to death by a traitor, and I fell off a cliff because of it! Martial arts are lost, like a wasted person! I beg you, old master, to heal me of my illness, so that I may have the ability to fight against those traitors again and seek justice for my family! ”

Hua Yan knelt on the ground and still trembled, her injured eye sockets had long since scabbed, and even tears had lost their freedom.

According to the seniority, Huayan can also be regarded as his grandson. Looking at her miserable appearance, the old man Xianmao was extremely sad, and he lifted the painting face with tears in his eyes, "The old man has lived in the mountains for a long time, and he has long abandoned the world, and he rarely hears of things in the outside world. I will not delve into what you have said. But if you and I belong to the same family, you can rest assured that the old man will do his best to cure your illness. As for your obsession, you have to solve it yourself. ”

"Thank you, Master! The great grace of the teacher, the painting is not rewarded! Hua Yan knelt down again gratefully, and was hurriedly helped up by the old man.

In the following days, Huayan lived in the herb house of the old man Xianmao. The cottage is not large, but there are three huts. Huayan and the old master each live in one room, and the other is a pharmacy. It was filled with all kinds of medicinal herbs and medicine jars, leaving only room for one person to walk. As for the kitchen, there is an open-air stove next to the grass house. Although the environment is simple, I feel more at ease than anywhere else.

She made up her mind to return to the capital and hate the Xue family. Counting the days, Liu Yifu has been in power for less than a year, and Liu Che'er is about to seize the throne. Judging from the current form, Liu Che'er's secretly hoarded troops in Peicheng were not enough to confront the imperial court, and she had to help him.

After making up his mind, Huayan began to practice martial arts again. Although she has lost both eyes, she continues to exercise her ear and sense of smell.

By this time, the snow has completely melted and the weather is warmer. Huayan followed behind the old man Xianmao every day, helping to sort herbs, selling medicines in the market, and doing some simple odd jobs on a daily basis.

After three days and three nights of painstaking research, the old man of Xianmao exhausted his life's medical skills, and finally customized a set of conditioning prescriptions for Huayan, and let him take it on time every day.

A month passed in a blink of an eye, and the body of the painter was getting better and better. The poison in her body has been completely eliminated, and the vitality in her body has also been restored. There was still no way to heal her gouged out eyes, and she could only relieve her pain as much as possible.

Everything is progressing in a good direction, but her martial arts still show no signs of recovery.

She tried to practice her swordsmanship with a wooden stick, but she couldn't achieve the desired effect, and her movements were sluggish and lacking strength. She tried to practice the wind again, but found that the internal force accumulated in the past had long been gone, and she could not control it at all.

At this time, she was no different from ordinary people.

But she didn't want to give up like this, she swung the stick again and again, practiced jumping and spinning, was bumped by countless obstacles, and each time she was hit on the head and bleeding, and bruised, but she never complained, and stayed alone in the woods all day. Fortunately, there is always snow around to protect me.

At first, the old man Xianmao would come to pick her up regularly, and over time, Huayan was able to go home smoothly with his own ability.

Relying on her keen insight and sensitive hearing, she groped her way home to the precise centimeter, and knew every turn and every plant and tree. Even if you don't need to borrow any objects, you can reach the grass house smoothly and smoothly, and you will look like a normal person.

After many days of practice, there was no progress, which made Huayan always feel heavy and couldn't eat, but she never complained to the old man Xianmao about half a sentence of bitterness, and she endured it alone.

The old man of Xianmao saw it all.

In the evening, the old man Xianmao came to the silent painting Yan who was standing alone by the fence, and said earnestly: "You practice so hard all day long, and it is not a way. You should take care of your body. ”

Hua Yan sighed lightly, turned to the old man and asked worriedly, "Master, didn't you say that the poison on my body has been removed?" Why can't I recover my martial arts? ”

The old man shook his head and said, "The old man has always only understood medicinal materials, and he doesn't know anything about martial arts. However, according to your pulse, the poison in your body has been eliminated, and your vitality has returned to normal. The only thing is ......"

Hua Yan nervously asked, "What is it?" ”

"You also have a poison in you, and when the poison attacks, you will have chills. Old man, I can't eliminate it even after I have exhausted all means. This poison is strange, the old man has never seen it, and can only be temporarily conditioned with medicine. The old man Xianmao said ashamedly.

When it comes to chills, Hua Yan understands, "I had this disease a long time ago. Is it because of this that my martial arts are in vain? ”

The old man shook his head and said, "No, this poison will only make you more afraid of the cold." I think it's because of the destruction of the soft tendons, which causes the meridians and bones in your body to soften, even if the toxins have been eliminated, after all, it will take time to recover. It doesn't mean that your martial arts can never be restored. ”

After listening to the words of the old man Xianmao, Hua Yan's heart was a little calmer. "I am very encouraged by my master's words. I believe that as long as I practice martial arts diligently, I will definitely recover! ”

The old man Xianmao did not stir her to continue, but said, "I have healed you of your fatal injuries." As for wanting to restore force, I'm afraid the old man can't help. You also need a person with strong martial arts skills to help you practice. ”

"But where can I find such a person?" The painting said wistfully.

"You should understand that the flowers in the greenhouse will never withstand the wind and waves." The old man of Xianmao persuaded patiently.

Huayan was silent for a while, and decided to overcome the fear in her heart and go to the rivers and lakes in person, maybe she would encounter an opportunity in her favor, although she herself didn't know where to look for a master.

What the master said, Yan'er understood. Yan'er made the master work hard for several days, but he failed to reciprocate, and his heart was uneasy. On the other day, when Yan'er's revenge returns, he will definitely serve his master. ”

The old man Xianmao knew that Huayan had decided to leave and could not be dissuaded, so he also gladly supported, "You bring the snow with you, it can protect you." ”

A few days later, just as Huayan was leaving the mountain to say goodbye, the old man Xianmao took out a jar of medicine and put it in Huayan's hand. He said: "This medicine is specially refined for you, it is very helpful to increase vitality, you should not be lazy, you must take it every day." ”

Hua Yan took the medicine jar and was grateful.

Before leaving, the old man Xianmao still reluctantly explained: "The old man is already old, and his medical skills are gradually degrading. Your chills, maybe my nephew has a solution. If you see him again, bring a message for the old man and ask him to come back and plant a few acres of medicinal herbs for the old man! ”

Huayan smiled tearfully, nodded solemnly, and left the grass house with a wooden staff. Snow has always led the way.

Along the way, Huayan also kept teaching it, "Xue, when you see people, don't mess around, you just follow me obediently, pretend to be a dog, so that you won't be in danger, you know?" ”

Xue responded smartly with a 'whoop'.

On the way to the market, Huayan was already familiar with the road, and in less than an hour, she came to an inn in the market.

The bazaar is not big, but an alley of two or three hundred meters. Because Huayan used to go to the market with the old man Xianmao to sell medicine, the proprietress of this inn recognized Huayan.

The proprietress greeted warmly: "Why is the girl selling medicine alone?" Why didn't the old master Xianmao come? ”

Hua Yan replied unnaturally briefly: "It's not about selling medicine, it's about staying in the store, and the master is resting." ”

"The girl came by chance, and the last room is for the girl to get it!" The proprietress knew that Huayan was such a cold person, so she didn't continue to ask, opened a room, and enthusiastically led Huayan into the house to rest.

"Shopkeeper! Come to the altar wine and cut a few catties of beef! Hurry up, I'm already hungry! ”

Before the proprietress came out of the painted room, there was a noise downstairs.

The proprietress hurriedly ran downstairs and said with a smile: "Okay, wait a minute, the guest officer, good wine and food, I'll be here soon!" ”

"What's up, is there any news?"

Hua Yan was about to close the door that the proprietress had forgotten to close, when she suddenly heard a conversation from downstairs.

However, she did not hear the second person's answer clearly.

"I heard that many gangs in the rivers and lakes are here!" One said excitedly.

Message? What's the news?

The word Jianghu attracted the attention of Huayan, and she quietly stuck to the door to listen.

Hua Yan noticed that about a foot to the right of the group of people just now, there was another group of martial arts warriors, who kept a distance, but between them, they also asked in a low voice from time to time: "Is there any news?" ”

No answer was heard.

Message, what message? What exactly is the news?

Hua Yan concentrated all his attention and listened to the noise downstairs.

At this time, there was a sudden sound of footsteps downstairs, as if a new visitor had arrived. I heard the man complain with a full stomach: "What a bad luck to be sent to do this hard work!" Such a place, there is not even a place to drink flower wine! ”

How could this sound so familiar?!

Huayan was stunned suddenly, could it be him?