Hong Jiu'er took the sign handed by the woman, took a closer look, and handed the sign to Hong Shiyan beside him with a surprised face, waiting for his confirmation, Hong Shiyan took the sign and looked at it, and nodded lightly to Hong Jiu'er, "This is the third senior brother's." ”

When the woman saw that they were very cautious, she did not ask any more questions, but silently changed their medicines, and told them to rest well, and not to make any more vigorous movements, lest the wound should be opened again, and then she went out of the hut with the little boy.

The silence in the hut returned for a while, and the stinging pain of the wound soaked in the newly replaced herbs, Hong Jiu'er felt that his whole body was heavy like a weight of hundreds of catties, so he lay down again. Hong Shiyan was injured on his back, so he could only lie down again.

The sky gradually darkened, but neither of them fell asleep again, and when the sky was about to end, Hong Jiu'er finally opened her mouth, but her voice looked extremely tired.

"Big rock, you say, who else can we trust?"

Hong Shiyan smiled, "You said 'we', which at least means that you still believe in me, and I also at least believe in the third senior brother who saved us." ”

Hong Jiu'er thought about it again, "Then why didn't the third senior brother come to us directly?"

Hong Shiyan smiled bitterly and said, "Maybe just like what you just said, the third senior brother also wants to confirm whether he can still trust us." ”

After speaking, both of them let out a long sigh at the same time.

Eight days passed quickly, and the other wounds on Hong Jiu'er and Hong Shiyan's bodies were almost healed, but only two wounds recovered very slowly, Hong Jiu'er was a wound in the abdomen that was stabbed by Yin Mo, but Hong Shiyan was even more serious, his wound was almost diagonally through the entire back, and blood would seep out every time he changed the dressing.

However, as the eight-day deadline approached, they had to borrow another jujube horse from the woman and set off for the temple.

The two who originally thought that they would be pursued by the Dark Guild continued, but the journey went smoothly beyond their imagination. Although they did not encounter pursuers or ambushes on the way, the two men still walked cautiously, and when they arrived safely, they still expressed their disbelief at the calm of the road.

When they arrived at Iwashoji Temple, the sun had not yet set, and the warrior monks guarding the entrance seemed to have known about their arrival, and did not come forward to interrogate them, but led them directly to the side rooms prepared for pilgrims in the temple to rest.

When they were puzzled, the old abbot in the temple pushed the door in, saluted them, and said, "The two are the sons of Hongmen, the old monk is entrusted by the city lord of Phantom Wing City, and welcomes the two here." ”

After the ceremony, he took out another brocade box and opened it, and inside were two silver pills, "This is the pill handed over to the two by the old monk of the city, it can suppress the demonic qi in the body of the two, please be sure to take it and rest here for one night." ”

Seeing that the two of them hesitated and refused to accept it, the old abbot smiled again, took out a blue token as thin as a cicada's wings from his arms and handed it to them, "The city lord said that if the two of you are not at ease, you will give this city lord order to the two of you, and please take the medicine immediately." ”

The two of them recognized this token at a glance, and they were shocked, Chi Muyan actually pressed the city lord's order here in order to make them believe in themselves, which showed that the injuries of the two of them must be extraordinary, so the two of them no longer hesitated to pick up a pill and swallow it.

The old abbot finally relieved himself when he watched them swallow the pills, and then instructed the little monk to prepare some food for them, and asked them to rest early.

At night, Hong Shiyan lay on the bed and took out the extremely thin blue token to look back and forth, the background of the token was a wing-shaped hollow relief, and in the middle were the three big characters of the city lord's order, he muttered in a low voice while looking at it: "Chi Muyan, that little ghost, actually dares to use his own city lord's order to protect his trust in us, are you really not afraid that we will take it to the dark guild to ask for credit?"

The next day, when the bell of Yansong Temple rang seven times, Hong Jiu'er and Hong Shiyan were already standing at the entrance of the cave behind Yansong Temple, and the warm light of the morning sun only illuminated the entrance for a short distance, and it was still pitch black further down. While they were hesitating, they both heard a human whimper from the depths of the cave at the same time, and they looked at each other and walked in cautiously.

There was a long and narrow passage in the cave, and then walked a distance inside, and there were two forks in different directions in the passage, the sound of running water could be heard in one passage on the left, and the one on the right seemed to lead to the deeper part of the cave, and there was intermittently heard the whimper sound just heard, so the two turned into the passage on the right and continued to move forward. After walking some distance, they entered a relatively open grotto at the end of the narrow corridor, and their eyes gradually adjusted to the darkness at this time, and they looked around, but they did not see any figures.

The two of them were in a moment of surprise, when they suddenly felt a sudden blow to the back of the neck, and their bodies immediately collapsed and fell to their knees, and the person who attacked them seemed to have used all their strength with a single blow, and also fell down and lay on the ground. But then the man got up again, and staggered towards the two of them, and just as they were crying out in their hearts, the man lit a light in his hand with a spell.

Hong Jiu'er and Hong Shiyan saw the man's face clearly at the same time, but they were suddenly surprised. It was their third senior brother Zhao Meng who attacked them, but that familiar face was covered with black bulging blood vessels, which looked very terrifying and weird. The two of them took a closer look and found that the black blood vessels not only appeared on Zhao Meng's face, but also spread all over his body, as if they were wrapped around his whole body by a tight black net.

Zhao Meng walked to their side, looked at the two people lying on the ground and was limp and weak, and shook his head helplessly and smiled, "Fortunately, it was me and Chi Muyan who found you first, otherwise you wouldn't know where your little life would have been lost." ”

Zhao Meng said as she turned Hong Jiu'er over, covering the wound on her abdomen that had not healed with one hand, and then luck pulled it upward, and a black gas was sucked out of Hong Jiu'er's wound, and poured into Zhao Meng's body from the palm of her hand.

As the black qi was gradually sucked out, Hong Jiu'er's body, which had been heavy for many days, gradually became more relaxed and comfortable, and even the wound that had not healed for a long time was healing rapidly at a speed that could be seen by the naked eye, and it returned to its original state after a while, without even leaving a single scar.

After dealing with Hong Jiu'er's wound, Zhao Meng turned his gaze to Hong Shiyan who was lying on the ground, looking at the wound that ran diagonally across his entire back behind him, Zhao Meng smiled bitterly and frowned, and whispered: "This is a big project, I don't know if my remaining little life is enough to compensate." ”

Hong Jiu'er, who heard this, immediately understood the reason, Zhao Meng transferred the demonic energy on the two of them to herself, she wanted to stop it, but her body was still weak and weak, so she could only shout anxiously: "Third senior brother, don't!"

Zhao Meng showed a very gentle smile to Hong Jiu'er, and stroked her hair with his hand, "Jiu'er still looks better with long hair, you must keep your hair long again in the future." ”

After speaking, Zhao Meng turned his back to Hong Jiu'er again, and said with a wry smile: "I originally relied on Chi Muyan's elixir to survive until now, instead of waiting to become a monster, it is better to use this last bit of strength to suck out the demonic energy on your body, as a senior brother, how can I make you become like me, and finally become a monster." ”

Looking at the sword wounds that were revealed in his torn clothes, Hong Jiu'er suddenly remembered that day on Lingjian Mountain, when Yin Mo stabbed her in the abdomen and slashed at her with a sword, it was Zhao Meng who flew over, protected her in his arms, and forcibly used his body to withstand Yin Mo's attack for her.

Although Zhao Meng finally used all his strength, he couldn't suck out all the demonic qi in Hong Shiyan's body, and when he fell weakly, he turned his head to look at the black raised scar on Hong Shiyan's back, and sighed helplessly, "If only I had listened to Master Hong's words and practiced well......

Zhao Meng then took out a dagger from his arms, and left the last few words to the two, "I left a few things for you under the big banyan tree in the village where we often sneak down the mountain to play, after you retrieve it, go to find Chi Muyan, he should still be in that village, you can follow him all the way in the future, learn more from his tactics, help him calm the chaos of Sword Spirit Island, and also restore the prestige of our Hongmen." ”

As Zhao Meng spoke, the whites of his eyes were gradually infected by black gas, and his body began to change, but with his last will, before he turned into a monster, he stabbed his heart with a dagger, and the black gas gushed out with the insertion of the dagger, and then dissipated, and Zhao Meng's body also turned into a pile of ashes.

Hong Jiu'er and Hong Shiyan could only watch all this happen in front of their eyes, and after their bodies regained consciousness, they returned to Yansong Temple, asked the old abbot for a white porcelain jar, put the pile of ashes that Zhao Meng turned into into it, and then thanked the old abbot and said goodbye.

At this time it was noon the next day, and the old abbot saw that he and the two of them were leaving, and took out two more tickets and handed them to the two of them, and told them that they were left by the lord of Chi City that day with the two pills, and instructed that he should give them to them when they were leaving.

The two immediately understood Chi Muyan's intentions, he wanted them to go to Zhulin Village by water, obviously expecting that the risk of taking the land route was too high, so the two took the ferry ticket handed by the old abbot, thanked them again, and rode the jujube red horse to the nearest pier from Yansong Temple.

A large merchant ship on the dock was preparing to set sail, and the two of them were just in time to catch up, as the last merchants boarded the deck.

Sitting on the deck, Hong Jiu'er was blowing the sea breeze and asked Hong Shiyan beside him, "Big stone, how should we go next?" Now Yin Mo must be sending people to chase and kill us everywhere, do you think Chi Muyan really dares to take us along?"

Hong Shiyan laughed, "That kid even dared to press us under the city lord's order, what else did he not dare to do." ”

The merchant ship quickly reached the shore of the bamboo grove with a tailwind, and when the two disembarked, the sun was just approaching the sea horizon.

Zhulin Village is at the foot of Lingjian Mountain, it is a village that has always provided Hongmen on the mountain with clothes and food on weekdays, and it is also a place for disciples to sneak down the mountain to play for a long time, all the buildings in the village are made of bamboo, and green bamboo can also be seen everywhere, only there is a huge old banyan tree at the entrance of the village.

After Hong Jiu'er and Hong Shiyan got off the merchant ship, they headed straight towards the old banyan tree.