Ah Mao disappeared, and when he heard the news, Yushu Zhenren's heart immediately became heavy.

He didn't choose the other party, but this doesn't mean that he can watch the other party encounter an accident, in the final analysis, in the eyes of Yushu Zhenren, although Ah Mao has a bad character, it is by no means incurable.

On the first night of Ah Mao's absence, Yushu Zhenren found out that something was wrong, and he immediately found the monk in the Taoist temple to ask about the situation.

"The child in the benefactor's mouth, the poor monk has never seen it, maybe when he left by himself." In the main hall, the Lingyu monk turned his back to the Yushu Zhenren, and the wooden fish in his hand knocked one after another.

Yushu Zhenren's eyes condensed slightly, he looked at the back of the monk, said thank you after a while, turned to leave, walked to the door, suddenly turned his head, and asked again: "The master really hasn't seen that child?" ”

"Monks, don't speak." The Spirit Fish Monk replied calmly, he stopped what he was doing, and the sound of the wooden fish hitting the wooden fish was suddenly interrupted.

The atmosphere in the room was a little weird, and Yushu Zhenren squinted his eyes, looking at the straight back, thoughtfully.

The Lingyu monk stood in front of him with one hand erected, and the other hand holding the Qianzhi slowly stagnated in mid-air, his lowered gaze, glanced slightly behind him, and the electric light and stone fire and the real person of Yushu intersected for a moment.

"It's poor and suspicious, don't blame the master." Yushu Zhenren's hand had already grasped the sword at his waist at some point, but he did not pull it out, but after confessing his guilt, he quickly left the main hall.

After he left the Taoist temple, Ke Hate Genius appeared from the shadows, and the movements in the hands of the Spirit Fish Monk continued, accompanied by the regular and orderly tapping sound of the wooden fish, he said lightly: "He is injured." ”

"Yushu is injured in the back, but his eyes are not blind."

"Venerable Master of the Evil Dao" Ke Hatian said indifferently: "He already suspects you, and he probably found out that I am here just now, so he didn't make a move." ”

The Lingyu monk frowned slightly, and Mu Yu's voice was slightly urgent, but his tone was still unwavering: "In terms of seniority, he has to call you uncle, according to you, how will Yushu deal with it?" ”

Ke Haotian glanced at the Lingyu monk and said calmly: "If I am a Ling, I will leave this place immediately, it is best to return to the Central Plains, and never stay in Sichuan and Shu for a moment." ”

The sound of the wooden fish stopped again, and the Lingyu monk put down his Qianzhi, stood with his hands folded in front of his chest, his eyes drooped slightly, and he asked in a slightly low tone: "Why?" ”

Ke Haotian sneered and did not answer, the Lingyu monk frowned, and continued to ask: "Yushu is young and strong, but for us, after all, he is a junior, and no matter how high his martial arts are, it is impossible for you and me to be an opponent." ”

"That's a good point." Ke Hatian did not object to this, although he was optimistic about Yushu, he would not be arrogant.

"But—" Ke Hatian changed his words and added, "We have missed the best time to keep him." ”

"Yushu found you just now, so he hesitated, but why didn't you make a move?" The words of the Lingyu monk did not mean accountability, because he knew that the other party was in the same boat as him, and if he ran away from Yushu, neither of them could please him.

Ke hattian pondered for a moment and said: "If I make a move, Yushu will definitely be able to recognize him, and if I can't stop him at that time, I'm afraid that after you and I return to the Central Plains, we will still not be at peace." ”

Ke Hatian's thoughts highlighted a steady, he wasn't sure what Yushu Zhenren's injuries were, so he wasn't sure if he and Lingyu could leave people behind.

Yushu Zhenren is the head of the three heroes of Qingcheng, and his martial arts level is definitely one of the few existences in the rivers and lakes, even if Ke Hattian's martial arts are stronger than him, they are also limited.

Moreover, the cultivation of martial arts has reached their level, victory and defeat are easy to distinguish, life and death are difficult to decide, if Yushu Zhenren escapes with all his strength, they may not be able to block it.

With the relationship between him and the Qingcheng faction, once his identity is revealed, what will follow is a never-ending chaser, and Ke Hatian doesn't want to gamble.

The Lingyu monk was a little dissatisfied, but the wood was already in the boat, and the real person of Yushu was gone, and he went to argue with Ke Haotian at this time, which would only further increase the estrangement between the two.

"Amitabha."

The Lingyu monk sighed slightly: "Since this is the case, then according to Master Ke's idea, we will give up this hiding place and set off immediately." ”

Although he said so, Ke Hatian heard that the Lingyu monk was very unwilling, in fact, if it was him, he didn't want to move at this special juncture.

Ke Hatian didn't answer immediately, but instead asked the little ghost who was held by them earlier: "That kid, did you survive?" ”

The Lingyu monk's eyes were deep, and he nodded: "He has a high fever, but the poor monk gave him strong medicine, and now the fever has subsided, but his body is still very weak, if he leaves now, I'm afraid he will not be able to stand it halfway." ”

Ke hattian sank his thoughts, and his tone was a little reluctant: "This is a good material, we have tested it no less than ten times, and it is the first time that someone has been able to carry the first wave, and it is a pity to give up now."

When the words fell, the two glanced at each other, and the Lingyu monk immediately said: "Yushu is a person, you know best, according to your estimate, how many days do we have left?" ”

"How many more days do you need?" Ke asked rhetorically.

"Seven days, at least six days," the Lingyu monk said: "The method of exchanging blood must be separated by at least ten hours, otherwise not only will he not be able to hold on, but the poor monk may also be unsustainable." ”

Ke Haotian frowned and shook his head: "You only have five days at most, or even less, don't underestimate Yushu." ”

The Lingyu monk disagreed: "This goes to Qingcheng, it takes ten days to go back and forth, why only five days." ”

Ke Haotian sneered: "Ten days? Did you come all the way by carriage as a disciple of Qingcheng, besides, as soon as the news of Yushu arrives, the Qingcheng faction will not come out, at least Konggu and Guiyun, as long as one of these two people comes, you still have a few chances of winning. ”

From beginning to end, Ke Hatian didn't count himself in the battle sequence, because once he made a move, the scene might be even more uncontrollable, and as long as the empty valley was on the head, the days he had been stable for many years would come to an end.

And relying on the Lingyu monk alone, if he wants to block two of the three heroes of Qingcheng, this is probably a bit arrogant.

"Okay."

After a moment of thought, the Lingyu monk said in a deep voice: "Five days is five days." ”

As soon as the words fell, the Lingyu monk immediately got up and came to the backyard with Ke Haotian, and they came to an ordinary room, and it was Ah Mao who was locked up.

In the middle of the day, the child had been tortured to the point that he was not human, and on his white sunken cheeks, two godless eyes hung lifelessly, and only when the Lingyu monk appeared, he reacted slightly.

The two ignored Ah Mao and went straight to a small table, where the Lingyu monk took a broken dagger, roasted it on the candle flame, and then neatly slashed his arm, and the blood flowed down his arm into the bowl below.

After holding about half a bowl, the Lingyu monk immediately used medicine and gauze to treat the wound, and Ke Hatian took some medicinal powder and poured it into the blood, mixed it evenly, and carried him to Ah Mao's side.

Ah Mao looked at the blood, his body that had already fallen into a stupor, and once again recalled the extreme pain he had just experienced, and his suddenly contracted eyes trembled irrepressibly again.

(End of chapter)