Valley of Despair.

Huang Rong and his entourage returned the same way and disappeared Qiu Qianqi and them, and they didn't have to think about it to know that the group must have taken advantage of their absence, because they didn't recognize Qiu Qianqi, Huang Rong didn't care much, but they were the natives here.

It took Huang Rong's energy to solve the acupoints of the master of a lamp, although a lamp used a yang finger stunt to ease the depleted dantian, but the fatigue of the body could not be alleviated by external forces.

is also mental, because she is worried about her husband Guo Jing, Huang Rong has not been able to eat and sleep well for a few days, and her heart can be said to have been tightened.

Knowing that she was physically and mentally exhausted, Guo Fu and the Wu brothers hurriedly helped her to the chair on the side to rest, and Ke Zhenxi, who had always been irritable, stopped speaking at this time, silent and didn't know what he was thinking.

It didn't take long for several people to hear hurried footsteps outside the house, and Huang Rong, who was sitting with one hand on her eyebrows, immediately stood up, lifted the bamboo stick and went out to greet her.

Several people followed, and at a glance, they saw two figures suddenly jumping into the gate, which were the returning Hong Qigong and the master of a lamp.

When she first saw a person with a lamp on her hand tightly wrapped in a monk's robe, Huang Rong couldn't help but breathe, and it was only in Guo Fu's exclamation that she saw the husband on Hong Qigong's back.

"Daddy!"

"Master!"

The Wu brothers and Guo Fu were the first to see Guo Jing who was in a coma, and trotted all the way to Hong Qigong, and as soon as the three of her took two steps, they swooped past a figure beside her, which was Huang Rong with an anxious face.

"Brother Jing!"

Throwing the bamboo stick to the ground, Huang Rong carefully took the husband on Hong Qigong's back: "Master, how is Brother Jing?" ”

Hong Qigong's face was solemn: "Jing'er is seriously injured, if we take a step too late, he may have to die in the mouth of those beasts." ”

Huang Rong, who repeatedly checked Guo Jing's injuries, was stunned when she heard this: "Isn't it Ouyang Feng?" ”

"We didn't see Ouyang Feng, when we first met Jing'er, he was being attacked by a pack of wild wolves."

Only then did Huang Rong see the bloodstained hideous wound on her husband's calf, and found that Guo Jing's sturdy calf was already missing a large lump of flesh at this time, and it was still bleeding out at this time. ”

"Rong'er, now is not the time to be sad, without further ado, Master Yideng and I have to heal Jing'er's injuries as soon as possible, otherwise he won't be able to save his leg if it's too late." Hong Qigong looked at Huang Rong with a serious face.

Wiping her tears, Huang Rong nodded and picked up Guo Jing and ran to the bedroom.

Hong Qigong and Yideng immediately dodged and followed.

In the master bedroom of Gongsun Zhi, Guo Fu and several people kept shuttling during the period, some were busy grabbing medicine, some were busy making hot water, and fortunately, the medicine room in the Valley of Despair had enough stock, and they could find many good medicinal materials that could not be found outside, so that they would not have to have unnecessary time to go out of the valley.

Three hours passed.

At this time, Guo Jing's calves and arms were wrapped with thick gauze, which was an external injury, and the internal injury was also healed by them.

Looking at her husband who was lying on the bed with a peaceful face, Huang Rong anxiously stepped forward: "Master Yideng, master, how is Brother Jing?" ”

The two of them couldn't hide their tired faces at the moment, they looked at each other, as if they had something unspeakable, and finally Hong Qigong took the lead in speaking: "Rong'er, you have to be mentally prepared." ”

Hearing this, Huang Rong was about to cry again, and said with a crying voice: "Brother Jing.... What will happen? ”

"Don't worry, Jing'er has no worries about his life at the moment, but his leg may be lame."

With a bang, the medicine bowl in Guo Fu's hand fell to the ground, and he said with a pale face: "My father... Are you going to be lame...."

The mother and daughter immediately rushed into the bedroom, and the Wu brothers and Ke Zhenwei behind them also followed quickly.

Hong Qigong and Yideng glanced at everyone sideways, and walked out of the door side by side: "Master Yideng, you say, whose method will Jing'er's help be?" ”

With the eyesight and skill of the two of them, as soon as they got started, they naturally knew that the internal injuries on Guo Jing's body had already been temporarily suppressed, and the technique was extremely strange, and they couldn't see that it was a means from which sect or sect.

Now Guo Jing is still in a coma, and they can't ask the person concerned, they can only guess randomly.

"Lao Wei also doesn't know that there are as many as seven external forces in Jing'er's body, some of which are like the means of Shaanxi, and there are shadows from Hebei, but the internal forces are all like the same hand, which is really weird." Yideng shook his head, unable to tell whose hand it was.

No matter what they wanted to do, they couldn't imagine that the one who saved Guo Jing would be the weird wheel king Zhang Yiyu in the Three Mountains and Five Mountains, as I said before, what Zhang Yiyu learned from him was quite mixed, and no matter who the people in the rivers and lakes he rescued, as long as he asked him to help create perjury, documents, and reshape his identity.

They can only exchange their own stunts, of course, those who don't want to change will never be forced to change, but some desperate fugitives often choose to compromise in order to escape the pursuit, because no one in the rivers and lakes can have this means except for his wheel king Zhang Yiyu.

Even Yang Guo, the withered hero sixteen years later, took the initiative to find Zhang Yilu to forge a new identity for his friends in the rivers and lakes, and the two got acquainted.

As I said earlier, Zhang Yiyu's intelligence is not under Yang Guo, he is very smart when he is a child, he is literate at the age of three, and he can start to help his father sort out documents at the age of six.

How could such a person be a stupid person, those Jianghu exercises in exchange are even more brilliant in his hands than those old-timers who have been immersed in this way for decades, this is talent.

Therefore, Guo Jing's body has unique techniques from different sects from all over the world, and they are still some exercises that are not well-known, just like the set of sword techniques and swordsmanship that his master taught him, but there is no name.

Because the kung fu with a name and surname will make people grasp their own roots, how can Zhang Yiyu, who is better than blue, make such a low-level mistake?

Yideng and Hong Qigong naturally couldn't guess the identity of the person who came.

didn't choose to rest, Yideng walked straight to Zhu Ziliu's remnant, stretched out his hand to pick it up and walked to the back mountain, Hong Qigong glanced at it and paced to follow.

"Master One Lamp, you... Don't you plan to go back with your apprentices? Hong Qigong looked at the former's back and asked questions hesitantly.

"Dust to dust to dust, and prosperity, but a pinch of fine sand, everything is nothing, everywhere is the same, people die like lights out, and after death is just a cup of loess." A lamp has been in Buddhism for a long time, and the emphasis is on being at ease with what happens.

There is no such deep obsession, and after death, the leaves must return to their roots.

The two walked to the top of a mountain, looked at the beautiful scenery around them, and sighed: "Idiot, you liked to dance and write ink when you were alive, but here it is in line with your heart, so I will make my own decision as a teacher and bury you here." ”

As soon as he spoke, he raised his foot and stepped on the ground, with a loud bang, the clods of dirt and mud continued to splash, and he stepped on a small pit in front of him in an instant.

Slowly put Zhu Ziliu into the pit, a lamp took one last look at the corpse, a trace of love flashed in his eyes, and then he personally sprinkled a cup of loess into the pit.

Seeing the scene of the white-haired man sending the black-haired man, Hong Qigong seemed to be touched, and sighed deeply: "Yang Guo can't stay here." ”

The light of bending down and burying the pit was unheard, but when he heard Yang Guo's name, a trace of sharpness flashed in his eyes, thinking about it, this already born monk was about to set foot in the rivers and lakes again.

The pit was buried, and a lamp sat cross-legged in front of the tomb, and there was no monument, so he quietly recited the mantra of death.

I don't know when, Huang Rong and others chased after them, and when they saw the pit in front of Yilan, everyone was nervous, and they all guessed who the owner was.

"Master Yideng, it's all Rong'er's fault, if it weren't for Rong'er's request, Senior Brother Zhu wouldn't have suffered this catastrophe." Huang Rong walked up to Yilan with a guilty face and said with annoyance.

waved his hand and said calmly: "He has this calamity in his life, you don't have to take it to heart." ”

"Master Yideng, is the person who killed Uncle Zhu that Ouyang Feng!" Guo Fu cried so much that she was raining, Zhu Ziliu was good to her, and she was a sensual person, so she was heartbroken at the moment.

Shaking his head, Yilan did not answer.

Hong Qigong on the side couldn't help but say in a deep voice: "It's Yang Guo......"