On the sixth day of the first month of April, the sun was shining.

Downstream of the water, on the relatively gentle waters, a simple fishing boat is docked on the shore.

A pair of fishermen's ancestors and grandchildren are busy working on the muddy river beach, and their harvest is good today, and the old fishermen are happy to open their faces, and sigh again and again for their good luck in recent days.

This pair of ancestors and grandchildren who make a living from fishing have been harvesting for several days in a row, and the harvest is so rich.

"How beautiful it would be to go on like this!" The old fisherman leaned on the cabin, took the hookah in his mouth, smoked it with a click, and pressed the straw hat on his head.

The old fisherman's expression suddenly moved slightly, and he straightened up.

"Baby, what's that?"

He looked so excited that he didn't bother to pull up his trouser legs, stepped straight into the river beach, and strode straight to the little fisherman with a heavy net.

"Nest...... I don't know. The little fisherman was a fool, and he drooled and stumbled, and his eyes were peculiar, one diagonally next to the socket, and the other was normal.

The old fisherman stepped forward and pinned the young fisherman behind him.

He stared intently.

In the pocket of the net was a man dressed in a black robe and wearing a half-silver mask, this man was covered in blood, one arm was twisted like a rag, and a strong bloody breath came to his face, if it were not for the slight rise and fall of this man's chest, he would have thought that this man had been dead for many days.

"Ahem......"

Just as the old fisherman observed the black-robed man, the face covered by the half-silver face twitched slightly, and then there were two low coughs, and a large mouthful of river water spurted out of the black-robed man's mouth, mixed with some pieces of internal organs, and the fishy smell made the old fisherman retreat again and again.

This black-robed man is naturally Lin Xing.

He spat out about five or six mouthfuls of river water, and the last two mouthfuls were already black and red, and the smell was even worse, and even he couldn't stand it anymore.

Twisting his stiff neck, Lin Xing got up and sat down, the bones on his body crackled, and under the pale skin, there were faint black flame lines circulating.

The existence of Ah Tong has allowed Lin Xing to live until now.

At this time, Ah Tong was already extremely weak, and he couldn't show his body at all, and Lin Xing's heart was heavy.

The Qiankun Mirror in the sea has never dealt with Lin Xing since he denounced Shui Xuanzhu that day, and no matter how Lin Xing called, he couldn't get a response.

Most of the bones on his body were shattered, an arm was wasted, his spiritual power continued to escape, and he could barely move, so he drifted with the flow, and after several days, he finally couldn't stand it anymore and fell into a coma completely.

Lin Xing thought that he would definitely die.

But just now he saw the light of heaven in front of him, he woke up from a deep coma, the spiritual power in his body had recovered a small half, and no longer escaped to the outside world, all the shattered bones in his body were repaired, and even the arm that was originally discarded had some consciousness.

But his body temperature became extremely low, and his heartbeat was extremely slow, which undoubtedly told him one thing, what strange changes had occurred in his body.

With a sweep of his thoughts, Lin Xing suddenly understood.

"Corpse Secret."

His expression seemed to be joyful and sad.

At this time, there is no doubt that his state is the special state described in the corpse yin formula.

Suspended animation.

That is to say, Lin Xing was able to live at this time because under the action of Ah Tong's corpse qi, his shattered bones and discarded arm tendons and veins were repaired, and his vitality was based on the corpse qi, so he had this name.

If he can't stabilize his injuries quickly and fake his death, it is likely to become a real death, and his vitality is based on death qi, which means that his longevity is doubling his wear and tear all the time, which is quite dangerous.

Lin Xing thought of this, his brows furrowed, and he swept towards the ancestors and grandchildren who were running towards the fishing boat.

He was lucky with a trace of spiritual power, and his mind rummaged through several storage bags around him for a while, and finally in Qiao Xuan's storage bag, he took out a bottle of healing pills.

Uhuandan.

According to the records in the jade slips that have been seen and heard in the Nanzhou cultivation realm, this is a kind of pill that has been used as the main medicine of the Purple Flame Spirit Wu, and the healing pill is quite rare in the Nanzhou cultivation realm, and it is even more rare in the scattered cultivation realm of Nanzhou, and there are many reasons for this situation.

Lin Xing looked at this bottle of Wu Huandan, which still had seven pills, poured out two of them and swallowed them into his stomach, a gentle medicinal power dissolved, and he used his spiritual power to refine it, and the seriously damaged internal organs were restored at a very fast speed, but they were destroyed faster by a cold force.

Burst!

Lin Xing spurted out another mouthful of black blood, blood flowers bloomed on the river beach, he endured the throbbing pain of his limbs, sat cross-legged in the mud and sand, and breathed quietly.

That cold power should come from the foundation building period monk, the finger that was punched out across the ten miles of water, but he didn't expect that there were two layers of barriers, A Tong and the golden jade jian, or some of the power fell on his body, his brows furrowed, and he quickly stretched.

Looking up at the humble fishing boat offshore, Lin Xing stood up with difficulty and took out the Qingxi Sword.

His figure flashed, turned into blue light, and came to the fishing boat.

The pair of ancestors and grandchildren only felt that their eyes were dark, and they both fell into a coma, Lin Xing pushed the fishing boat to the shore with his divine thoughts, tied the cable to the pier on the shore, and then looked at the pair of fishermen Zusu, and thought for a while.

"How can I repay the grace of saving my life?" Lin Xing first looked at the stupid little fisherman, swept his head with his divine thoughts, and then took out a Wuhuandan, which flicked directly into the mouth of the little fisherman, and used his own spiritual power to help him dispense medicine and make up for his innate deficiencies.

The medicinal power of Wuhuan Dan is mild, even if it is given to this person, it will waste most of it, but Lin Xing is not distressed.

If it weren't for this stupid little fisherman, he wouldn't have seen the light of day, he wouldn't have been able to wake up from a deep coma, and in a few days, his internal organs would have further festered, and he would have completely drowned in the water.

At that time, he became the first drowned monk in the history of Zhengyang Mansion, and he was extremely sad.

This little fisherman is his nobleman.

As for the mirror spirit of Qiankun Mirror, who called himself 'old lady', Lin Xing really didn't have much confidence in it.

Lin Xing gave the old fisherman three essence qi pills again, still using spiritual power to help him dissolve the medicinal power.

After doing these two things, Lin Xing's face turned slightly pale, and the blue light flashed under his feet, and he fled towards the faintly visible mountain peak in the distance, and soon disappeared.

About a quarter of an hour later.

On the fishing boat, the grandfather and grandson woke up leisurely.

In a short time, the old fisherman's cry of great joy startled away the birds that had landed on the mast.

……

Nameless peaks, beneath cliffs.

Lin Xing hurriedly dug out a cramped stone chamber with the Qingxi sword, and then entered it, picked up the big stone with his divine thoughts, and blocked the stone chamber outside, and after doing all this, he lay exhausted in the stone chamber.

For a moment, there was only a violent wheezing sound in his ears.

After resting for two or three hours, the outside world turned from the bright sun to the waning western mountains, and Lin Xing forced himself to sit up, turned his legs to sit still, and closed his eyes and looked inward.

"Most of the potency of the two Wu Huan Dan has escaped, but it has finally removed some of the cold aura, and there are still four Wu Huan Dan left...... Lin Xing's eyes showed a contemplative look, he took out one Wu Huan Dan, and another Huanglong Dan, together with several pills, swallowed them into his stomach together.

These kinds of pills, except for Bigu pills, all have some healing effects, and they are not better.

With some of the spiritual power that had just been recovered, dissolving the medicinal power, Lin Xing held the wood attribute spirit stone in his hand, and his breath gradually became gentle, and the deep cold aura in his body was constantly removed by him and discharged through the pores around his body, and soon the cramped stone room formed a thick layer of frost.

Time passed slowly, and half a moon passed in the blink of an eye.