Seeing that Partridge Jiu and Bu Qingzi were not seriously injured, King Kangning turned around and was about to leave.

"King, Xiuyue Villa is making such a fuss, let's just let them go, where are we military generals, really I have no one in Yunnan?

When the general of the Hushan Army asked this, Tian Wenshan then raised his head and raised his chest. King Corning looked around:

"This Moon Cultivation Villa also has to have someone go to warn and warn, but the people who can go to this Moon Cultivation Villa right now?"

King Kangning hesitated, thinking that Xiuyue Villa was their last camp after all, no matter how weak it was, it would definitely be stronger than these people who came today, right?

"Although there are only more than 2,000 people in my Tiger Mountain, there are only more than 800 people in a battalion, only one battalion, I will crush the Xiuyue Villa, and the ministers will immediately return to the camp to divide the troops, and let my brother go to Xiuyue Villa, I will lead the two armies and patrol the border, what is my king's will?

When Tian Wenshan and Partridge Jiu, Bu Qingzi and others heard this, they all kept nodding, but this crowd nodded too together, so that King Kangning always had a little sense of ill-will, but this night, the whole territory must know that there is a disturbance in this mansion tonight, and no one will go to Xiuyue Villa, even if it is only a notice, it is very necessary, but this Xiuyue Villa is not an enemy who is not opposed to himself now, and he sent a team of people to go, and if he did not handle it properly, he would immediately start to move, but if the people who went were weaker, he fell into his own momentum, and he always wanted to subdue this Xiuyue Villa, and his mind moved:

"I am determined, I will go to Xiuyue Villa by myself, Tian Tongwei will lead everyone to chase after this demon Xiuyan and a group of people, and General Hushan will patrol everywhere. ”

After a whole team, Tian Wenshan's partridge nine and Bu Qingzi, Tangshan nine eleven people went first, and Tian Wenshan and other fitness camps arrived. In the midst of this forest, King Corning divided his troops into three separate routes and went their own way.

The stone wall ran away with the demon cultivator, ran wildly all the way, and walked more than ten miles before he rested, and the demon cultivator in his arms woke up several times, and was fainted by the stone wall running. Several people surrounded the stunned Demon Xiuyan, and no one dared to heal him. Wang Tongzun was the oldest person here, and after everyone looked at each other several times, they all focused their eyes on him.

This kind of thing, under the Sword Forging Cliff, the Heavenly Cliff Gusu looked at them and taught them to do it. And each family, also has its own unique techniques, in terms of identifying injuries, this is a compulsory lesson for a person who practices martial arts in his spare time, probing the pulse and checking the breath, feeling the bones and identifying the injury, dislocation reduction, muscle strain injury, these are also common things every day, who will get two hits, it is not surprising, but at the moment the time is urgent, everything is fast, and as soon as the chasing soldiers arrive, they will start fighting again.

Wang Tongzun thought to himself that this Demon Xiuyan only had one palm with the big gentleman, that is, a shock injury, as long as he attracted vitality, let his injured places be controlled, and did not let the injuries affect other places, wouldn't it be good?

Wang Tongzun's idea is also good, it is correct, the first Qi Xing Yin Shi, luck to ask for directions, decent, impartial, is an ordinary method and way, Qi asks for directions, Wang Tongzun feels that the injury of the demon Xiuyan is not a big problem, but the qi is knotted in the chest, and the operation is not smooth for a while, only in the qi and blood, everything is fine. But how did he know? Sixteen years ago, Mo Xiuyan fainted to death for three months, in the past three months, his body under the will of self-salvation, self-conditioning of a set of repair functions, and Yang Chunhua did just let the external evil not soak, to ensure that he did not disperse, it can be said that the demon Xiuyan did not die, half of it was Yang Chunhua's efforts, and half of it was the will of the demon Xiuyan that he was single-minded, so he survived, which is also something that moved Yang Chunhua more than once, Yang Chunhua was not completely sure that he could save the demon Xiuyan, and only when he was a dead person, and whether he could live or not, he was just doing her best, but the slightest trace of the devil's breath was like a mosquito and an ant, and the desire was not extinguished, let Yang Chunhua be moved by his kind of self-improvement vitality, that kind of power is presented on the face of the youth and sunshine of Mo Xiuyan, but also gives birth to all kinds of beauty of life, like flowers and trees in the rocks, like the green of the desert, like lotus flowers in the snow, like all the flowers that are beautiful in the absolute place of life, like the grass that is immortal in the realm of death, how not to let this girl who really loves beauty in the spring season not love him, although Yang Chunhua is a little older than Mo Xiuyan, but it is this slightly older girl who gives birth to infinite motherhood, so that Mo Xiuyan can also feel the endless power of love in a daze, which made him break free from the grasp of death and return to Yang Chunhua's arms, and Yang Chunhua is holding him, scrubbing his wounds, his head is on her chest, that kind of warm power, is the power that makes him feel ashamed of life and bare and never felt alive, in the heart in the body every muscle in the sprout can not suppress the excitement of love, but he doesn't know that it is the excitement of love, but he can't control the feeling of love in the depths of his soul that he wants to get but dare not touch, and he is injured, and he has a big revenge unavenged, as a man, he should not be trapped in the entanglement and entanglement of the love network.

At this time, the demon cultivator in the coma is reminiscing, when he is in the thick arms of the stone wall, he is recalling, and the pain on his body makes him not want to wake up, and this night, countless friends he didn't expect came, just a fireworks signal for him, and the friends who can arrive in a hurry are here again, this kind of power that makes him powerful is a supreme happiness and satisfaction. Demon Xiuyan is reminiscing, enjoying the happiness of memories and the two feelings of happiness now.

And in the distance, General Hushan said to Mo Xiuyan, he would never let go of the words, Mo Xiuyan didn't know, but he didn't think about it. Mo Xiuyan's body is surrounded by the breath of Huangsha Town, it is Mo Yan's small soft body, in his arms, shallow sleep, smiling slightly, her slow exhalation breath is diffuse like the fragrance of flowers, the sick brother can also run, and his two elder brothers are not here, and all the people in the family are by his side. The memories that come and go alternately, as well as everything that just happened in front of me, are all happiness, and there is no suffering and sorrow·······

Mo Xiuyan is still recalling, the blood that will flow in the body is all what happened just now, the gathering of the twelve brothers of the Wang family, this is the strongest strength of the Wang family, the stone wall is coming, who else is in the dark? It has not yet appeared, it should be time for them to appear, but who is it? It is just a faint expectation, whether it comes or not, it is the same. From the day he ascended to the head of this Sword Pavilion, he, Demon Xiuyan, was destined to be a nightmare, a nightmare of Xiuyue Villa. He had sunk this nightmare in the turbid water of the Jinsha River, he didn't want it to float again, he just wanted to live quietly in the yellow sand, like a farmer, like a wall builder, or also a stonemason, a carpenter, yes, he knew these crafts, he wouldn't have planted crops, but the villagers in Huangsha Town taught him, plant a seed in the ground, wait for the seed to sprout and unearth, that is the miracle of life, he watered the grass, and then carried the big sorghum to water with water, the big sorghum did not have the kind of smell it itself brings, but it was not fragrant, the tall sorghum was all green, and when it came to flowering, the sorghum was so beautiful, like a flower, Mo Xiuyan never knew how a rice and a grain were grown, but he knew, and what he felt was a mature crop under careful care, it could also feel happiness, a kind of happiness that needs and gives······

Wang Tongzun's true qi and the internal force of the male bully slowly entered his body, and he was feeling the sun shining on his face, just like Yang Chunhua made him feel the feeling of being held by a woman other than his mother for the first time, he wanted to hum, but he couldn't. Wang Tongzun was under the anxious and expectant gaze of everyone, as if he had not done anything to treat the demon cultivator in vain.

Wang Tongzun began to wonder if he was a little incompetent, the silence in the forest slowly moved towards a kind of silence, more than a dozen people surrounded the two of them, an injured person was waiting for his own treatment, and he seemed to be powerless to incompetent.

At this moment, a voice that was neither high nor low came from a distance: "The blades of grass on the ground are broken, and these thieves must not be far away." ”

Mo Xiuyan is still reminiscing, intertwined with the experience just now, all happy, he is alive, he has a wife, he has children, and his friends are back, this is the interweaving of warm memories and reality, so that he has a kind of security like returning to the warmth of the mother's body, not for tomorrow, not for yesterday's melancholy, nor for melancholy, because there is no such word as melancholy in the mother's body. And the sound of the world is the heartbeat of the mother, the music is the mother's words, and the dark world is safety.

A multi-dimensional and multi-dimensional world is in this heart, Mo Xiuyan doesn't want to wake up, this kind of happiness he has never experienced again, there is no excitement, there is no possibility of disappearing, just eternity, the most beautiful thing in the world is actually in his heart······

Mo Xiuyan didn't want to wake up yet, but Wang Tongzun was very eager to let him wake up, this kind of hope that his waking up had his own concern for Mo Xiuyan, and in the eyes of these people who cared about him, as well as the rough breathing sound of those eager anticipations was amplified.

Wang Tongzun also became in a trance, is he really incompetent? The enemy is about to chase after him, and the shallow and faint breathing of Yi Jinglan and Red Candle also became heavy, turning into a kind of urging, but everyone knows that this is a critical time.