Forgetting the valley, the strong horse that left with Ye Wei ran back again.

Wei Xia Zhi heard the sound of horses' hooves and smiled.

Covered in wounds, the boy who was close to the end of the oil lamp climbed onto the horse with difficulty.

If it weren't for the horse taking the initiative to bend down, Wei Xia Zhi might not even have the strength to get on the horse.

"Go, take the case, and finally head southwest... All the way to Dongchu Jianzhuang. ”

Before the young man finished speaking, he hugged the unconscious Ye Wei and fell asleep.

Ye Wei is a monk, and her realm is still so low, her physique is not much different from ordinary people, how can she withstand this kind of injury, I am afraid that she will not be able to wake up for a few days.

Before Wei Xia Zhi could speak, the horse had already gone to find the piano case.

Holding an iron box in his mouth, and carrying two people on his back, this horse had some difficulty walking in Zhuang.

At noon the next day, at the foot of East Chu Jianzhuang Mountain.

Dongchu Sword Village is a well-known local Xianmen force, and the owner is a disciple of the Huoyun Sect.

Go down the mountain and stand on the top of the mountain, only the East Chu Sword Village.

The Fire Cloud Sect is adjacent to the Purple Qi Sect, although the overall strength is far inferior to the Purple Qi Sect, but the strength of the Fire Cloud Sect is not weak, and it can be ranked in the top ten of the immortal sects in the Nanling Immortal Dynasty.

Dongchu Sword Village is located on a big mountain, and the Immortal Master Dojo is like this.

At the foot of the mountain, there were several people with very different clothes.

The age gap is also large, at least on the outside, there are old people, men in the prime of life, and women too.

The blood stains on Wei Xia Zhi's body had dried up, and large swaths of dried blood were shattered on his epidermis, like a ravine-crisscrossed earth.

The young man couldn't see his face clearly, and he could vaguely see that he was blind, but the muscles of that body, adult men would be secretly surprised when they saw it.

Next to him was a panting horse...

The young man who had been standing for a long time finally moved, and he hugged the woman in the blue dress and stepped forward step by step.

"Find... Look for... Goo, under ... Wei Xia Zhi. ”

"Come... Jianzhuang..."

Bang!

The young man holding the woman fell, but no one dared to step forward to help.

This young man's appearance at this time is too miserable, the whole person seems to have gone to hell and just come back, what kind of battle can be fought with such an injury?

After Wei Xia Zhi fell, the two knife wounds on his back that could be seen in the bones began to bleed again.

He refined a small half of his blood, which did make a big difference last night, otherwise he wouldn't have woken up in the middle of the night.

After he woke up, he was already injured, and he had to take care of Ye Wei, who had a high fever that did not go away.

Stop-and-go, the injury is more serious.

The blood that has been refined may also be almost gone, and the wound will be difficult to heal.

Wei Xia Zhi struggled to get up, but when he opened his mouth, he could only let out a hoarse voice.

There was still no one to step forward, they were just the outer door of Jianzhuang, and someone had already gone back to report it, but there was no response, and they didn't dare to call the shots.

Phew-

A man in a purple shirt flew in from the distant sky, and muttered: "Madame, really, let me find a play who can play the piano, sir, I almost knelt outside." ”

"Huh?"

"What's going on?"

The man sped up to resist the wind, and with a snort, he made a big turn from that side and landed on the ground here.

"Lord Deacon, I don't know what this man looks like... I've already reported it to Madame..."

"But..."

The old monk stopped talking, as if to say that Madame did not want to deal with him, but we could not let him die here.

The man had already recognized the young man who was cutting down trees and killing people in the Valley of Forgetfulness, and he had an idea.

"The weapon is a harp? So how many times will it be played, right? How did I not think of it... It's hard to say. ”

"Hey, do you know how to play the piano?"

There are quite a few monks who kill people with musical instruments, and whether they sound good or not is two different things.

Wei Xia Zhi, who had just fallen asleep, had a big mouth, and he couldn't feel much pain anymore, so he woke up in a daze.

"Practice," he picked up.

The man glared and said, "Hey, ask if you can play the piano?!" ”

"Yes..."Wei Xia Zhi was completely relieved and passed out.

"That's good!"

The man carried one in one hand and flew to the top of the mountain.

The horse looked at the iron pimple case in front of him, "......"

On the top of the mountain, hundreds of buildings are gathered in twos and threes, and in the middle is a pavilion more than ten zhang high, with a total of seven floors.

The pavilion is delicately decorated, the dark red flowing jade tile, the doors and windows are carved and inlaid with jade, and the eaves are hung and embroidered, which is slightly classical.

The purple-shirted man landed in front of the pavilion, hugged his fists and said, "Madam, these two people should have come to Jianzhuang to practice." ”

There was no response for a long time.

The man scratched his head, and then said, "Madam, you play a good piano... That night... When I saw him that day, everyone in the audience listened to death... All fascinated, no kidding. ”

Call!

The window on the seventh floor suddenly opened, and then a palace lady came out barefoot and slowly floated down.

The man didn't seem to dare to look more, and kept his head down.

"Oh? How did you get so dirty? ”

The palace woman looked at Wei Xia Zhi's slender fingers at first glance.

"Take him to wash." The woman's voice was cold.

"I'm going to die in the wash," the man smiled reluctantly.

The woman in the palace costume didn't look at it anymore, and slowly floated upstairs, "Then tomorrow." ”

"If you can't survive, throw it away, don't dirty the sword village."

The purple-shirted man heard the sound of the woman getting farther and farther away, and hurriedly took Wei Xia Zhi and Ye Wei to settle down.

February 25, early in the morning.

A man in a purple shirt trotted in, and finally stopped in front of a low, three-story building, and banged the door.

"Miss Ye, hasn't Brother Wei woken up yet?"

Ye Wei came out, looked at the man, and said apologetically: "Deacon Xu... He wasn't awake yet. ”

The man covers his face with his hands.

He is a deacon of Dongchu Jianzhuang, named Xu Zhien.

If you can't find a great musician, you will be scolded at least and beaten at worst.

The woman in the palace costume is surnamed Chu, I don't know the name, and she is the only owner of the sword village now.

Don't look at her sometimes cold, sometimes gentle, and ruthless.

Xu Zhien's scalp tingled when he thought about it.

Ye Wei took a step sideways and said, "Do you want Deacon Xu to come in and have a look?" ”

Xu Zhien hurriedly waved his hand, he had already seen it in the morning, and now he had to go and greet the invited piano masters.

Mrs. Chu somehow knew that Wei Xia Zhi was the piano master, so she asked to be able to play the piano later.

It is more difficult to be limited to one instrument and find a powerful one.

The more Xu Zhien thought about it, the more he got bigger, the few batches recruited by the mortal world were not to his liking, where could he invite those fairies who could play the piano and flute on the mountain.

Ye Wei shook her head and turned around to go back to the room.

She woke up after lying down for two days, knowing that she had come to Dongchu Jianzhuang, and she planned to visit Mrs. Chu first, but she was refused.

So now move down to take care of Wei Xia Zhi, hoping that he will wake up soon.

The woman in the blue dress looked at the boy lying flat on the bed.

The wounds on Wei Xiazhi's body have healed, and although he can't move vigorously, he should wake up.

What she didn't know was that when she escaped from the siege, Wei Xia Zhi, who was seriously injured, took care of her all the way, and her injuries were even more serious.

To this extent, it is fortunate that the boy survived.

Ye Wei sighed and walked out of the door, she heard that there were a few pianists there, and she wanted to go and see it too.

After the woman in the blue dress left, an illusory villain jumped out and stood on the boy's chest.

Xia Liufeng touched his chin, and after looking at it for a while, he touched it here, touched it there, and finally sat on the edge of the bed as if he was resigned to his fate.

His soul body would only gradually dissipate, and he would not be replenished by the spirit jade......

There is no chance of even reincarnation.

"Wei Xia Zhi, Wei Xia Zhi, why are you so poor."

"It's with a bitter emperor..."

If he could find a little bit of spirit jade on Wei Xia Zhi and restore his soul power, he wouldn't mind taking the dragon qi himself.

"Forget it......"

Even if you get the dragon qi, if you can't find the person who possesses it in a short time, you will be burned to the ashes.