Since Murong Fu left.

Guo Fu had to go to the dock every day to wait for the master to come back, so Huang Rong took Guo Fu to the dock every day, urging her daughter to practice martial arts, and she also practiced diligently.

She thought it was just to meet her daughter's expectations of the master.

But she didn't realize that in her own heart, she had always hidden the worry that Murong Fu would never return, and she was also looking forward to his early return.

After a few days, not only did it become a daily habit to go to the dock to practice, but the one she practiced the most during the day gradually became the "Ling Bo Weibu" taught by Murong Fu.

"Lingbo Micro Step" is not a pure light work, but a footwork that can drive the internal breath from the outside in.

After each Sunday 64 hexagrams, the internal breath can be operated for a week, improving a little skill.

Practicing such internal and external footwork can not only improve the ability to save life, but also increase the strength, which is really very advantageous.

Guo Fu was very envious when she saw it, and sweetly praised her mother for walking with Ling Bo in a slight step, which looked like a fairy dance, and begged her mother to teach her with a face.

Huang Rong got permission from Murong Fu to teach Guo Fu.

But the problem is that she has been taking the time to teach Guo Fu the I Ching hexagram these days, but Guo Fu's brain is really not very good, even if she memorizes by rote, she can't remember much every day.

I often memorize the back, forget the front, stabilize the previous review, and forget the new learning in the back......

Ling Bo microstep, a light skill that drives the operation of internal breath, must not make a mistake, otherwise it will diverge from the internal breath and hurt yourself.

Therefore, before Guo Fu memorized the I Ching hexagram, he didn't want to learn this footwork.

Unknowingly, it had been seven days since Murong Fu left.

On this day, Huang Rong's mother and daughter went to the dock to practice and wait.

As noon approached, it suddenly began to rain heavily, and the mother and daughter took shelter from the rain in a shed on the pier.

Guo Fu quietly snuggled in Huang Rong's arms, looking at the sea pouring and turbid waves, and suddenly said worriedly:

"Could it be that Master is already on his way back? Wouldn't it be dangerous if his ship were at sea with such a big wave? ”

Huang Rong hugged her daughter and chuckled:

"Your master is a fairy-like figure, he can cross the sea by stepping on a bamboo, how can he be helpless with just the wind and waves? Don't worry, even if he is at sea at this time, he will be fine. ”

Guo Fu hummed softly, looked at the roaring sea, and prayed sincerely in his heart, hoping that the master would have a safe journey and return as soon as possible.

Huang Rong also looked at the sea, her mind was as chaotic as the churning sea, and she didn't know what to think.

……

The East China Sea Peach Blossom Island area is windy and rainy, and the Jiaxing area is only drizzle and hazy.

Jiaxing, East Lake.

A small boat floated on the surface of the lake, its hull swaying slightly with the thin waves.

"Brother Yang Guo, I'm hungry."

In the canopy, an unkempt, skinny boy whispered.

"I'm hungry too!" Another boy also cried, "I'm going to cry hungry." ”

"You're already crying."

A little girl whose clothes were good, but were so dirty that she couldn't distinguish her original color, said in a disdainful tone: "Sister Ying and I are also hungry, but we didn't cry. You're older than us, and you're still crying, it's really not ashamed. ”

Another little girl in green held her stomach and said in a weak tone:

"Actually...... I was so hungry that I didn't have the strength to cry. ”

Looking at the four children who were looking at him, Yang Guo patted his head in distress and muttered in his heart:

I'm also crazy, I can't save my life, why do I pick up these oil bottles and come back?

It's just that they meet in Pingshui, and they have no relatives and no reason, why do they have to take their lives and deaths on themselves?

I didn't have enough to eat, and now I have to feed four small ......

I'm fucking starving!

Thirteen-year-old Yang Guo scolded secretly in his heart for a while, looked at the four small ones again, and sighed:

"Wait, don't row, I'll go find something to eat."

The four little eyes lit up, nodding their heads again and again, and the two little boys fantasized that Yang Guo had found something delicious, and they had already begun to swallow their saliva.

Yang Guo walked out of the canopy, looked at the lake, and felt helpless for a while.

There are fish in the lake.

These days, they just barely survive by fishing.

But the problem is, the fish really aren't hungry!

Besides, it's not every day that you're lucky enough to catch a big fish.

"If you want to be full, you still have to eat rice and fat meat! It's better to have some more salt, and if you don't have it, the miso will be fine......"

Thinking of the taste of salt, Yang Guo couldn't help but swallow his saliva for a while.

These days, he has hardly eaten a grain of salt, not only has the bird faded out of his mouth, but Yang Guo felt that his body was becoming more and more weak and weakened.

Swallowing another mouthful of saliva, Yang Guo took off his shirt and threw it on the boat, stabbed into the lake shirtless, swam towards the shore, and after arriving at the shore, he dug some mud and wiped it on his body and face, and picked up a lotus leaf to top it, then he went barefoot and cautiously walked towards a manor that had been staring at it for a while.

The manor was an official's courtyard, and there weren't many people living in it, but there were a few subordinates and guards guarding the courtyard.

After the arrival of the blood moon, those subordinates and guardians undoubtedly became monsters, wandering aimlessly around the manor all day long.

Yang Guo stepped on the spot twice, and he had barely figured out the rules of action of those monsters - these monsters were very dull, as long as they were not attracted by their prey, they would stay in the same place for a long time, wandering back and forth according to a fixed path.

But even then, it was extremely difficult to infiltrate the manor.

Because since the night of the second blood moon, after the monster has become more and more hideous and inhuman under the light of the blood moon, the scope of exploration has also expanded a lot.

The monsters wandering in the manor, their detection ranges overlapped with each other, just blocking all the routes that could sneak into the backyard of the manor, even if Yang Guo figured out the law of their movements, he was at a loss.

But today's rain made him feel that the opportunity had come.

Monsters hate water, and on rainy days, they should become sluggish, and their hearing and smell will also be disturbed, and the scope of exploration will inevitably shrink.

He made a full circle around the perimeter of the manor, during which he climbed a few trees, looked at them from a distance from different angles, and saw that the monsters were all lying under the porch like wood to hide from the rain, and his heart was overjoyed, and he saw a diving path that had been simulated several times in his mind, and drilled the dog hole into the manor, and went to the backyard of the manor.

He found the kitchen without incident.

It has been more than 20 days since the disaster, and the fresh meat, fruits and vegetables in the kitchen have long been rotten, but the rice noodles, bacon meat, sausages, and sauces are still good. He even found a jar of cooking wine.

The food is plentiful, but the question is, how do you move back with so many things?

Yang Guo was distressed for a while, and gritted his teeth again:

"It's a big deal to take advantage of the rain and move a few more times!"

At that moment, he first pulled a sausage, devoured it, replenished his strength a little, wrapped a whole string of sausages around his body, picked up a piece of fatty and thin bacon, and then lifted half a sack of rice, walked back and forth a few steps, felt that this little weight was a small meaning, so he added a string of sausages to the upper body, and then followed the path when he came, and went out cautiously.

When I went out, it was smooth sailing, and there were no accidents.

Yang Guo was so happy that he almost wanted to sing a song, and with a full harvest, he ran to the East Lake, and just saw that he had seen the shore of the lake, he suddenly heard a low toad cry.

Mutter!

The sound was not loud, but it was shocking, as soon as it entered his ears, Yang Guo felt that his brain was dizzy, his whole body was soft, and he fell to the ground with a pop.

He followed the sound, and saw a strange man with gray skin, blood-red eyes, and a mouth full of nails and sharp teeth, prostrate on the ground like a toad, his cheeks and neck expanding and contracting from time to time with the low cooing sound, and his chest and abdomen also bulging and shrinking, looking like a strange big toad.

"Old, Daddy?"

Yang Guo looked at the strange man, his soul flew away in horror, and he hurriedly put on the same toad squatting posture on the ground, grunted twice in his throat, and said with a sad face:

"Daddy, I'm your dear son Yang Guo!"

That strange man was his father-in-law whom he somehow recognized.

The acquaintance of the two was purely a chance encounter, when the strange man was still a crazy old man walking upside down and didn't know who he was, and he inexplicably said that Yang Guo was his son.

Yang Guo saw that he was pitiful, so he admitted it, but he didn't expect the strange man to teach him martial arts, and Yang Guo reluctantly obeyed - he really didn't like this toad skill, and he put a toad squat when he practiced, which was really ugly and died.

But after practicing for a while, he found that this kung fu was quite powerful, and he no longer disliked it, and even when he called this strange person this father, he really had some recognition.

Children who have no father since childhood care about the good of others to themselves.

Yang Guo thought that from now on, even if he had a father, even if it was just a crazy old man.

Unexpectedly, the arrival of the blood moon changed all that.

Daddy didn't mutate on the first night, but when he saw those monsters, he didn't say that the monsters were using the Nine Yin White Bone Claws, and they rushed up to fight them.

Daddy's martial arts are indeed extremely high, but there are too many monsters, and it is difficult to kill, the father who is crazy in his brain and doesn't know how to advance or retreat, was finally overwhelmed by monsters, and when Yang Guo saw him from a distance, he also became a member of the monster.

Yang Guo didn't have time to be sentimental, so he hurriedly ran away, thinking that from now on, he would say goodbye to his father, but he didn't expect to meet his father again today, and it was a monster father who lost his human form more and more after two mutations......

The only thing Yang Guo can do now is to communicate with his father in the posture of a toad, hoping to awaken some of his humanity.

Pity.

The monster can't be saved.

The monster dad squatted in a toad position, his eyes were fixed on him, he croaked twice, and suddenly his feet kicked the ground, and the ground shook and exploded into a huge mud puddle. When the mud and rocks roared and flew backwards, the monster father had already risen into the air, and with a thunderous roar, he crashed through the rain curtain and flew towards him.

Its speed was so fast that in Yang Guo's eyes, he could only see a blurry afterimage that was as close as lightning.

"It's over!"

Yang Guo closed his eyes, there was no luck, before he died, he thought of his mother, remembered that he had never met, but in his mind, he must be a hero's biological father, remembered the short and warm relationship with his father, and remembered the four small oil bottles that made him unable to eat enough......

"I'm dead, what are they going to do? Alas, in this world, children live and suffer...... I will go first, wait for them below, and when they starve to death, I will take them and go to the Lord of Yama to theorize, why should we suffer this disaster? ”

Yang Guo muttered in his heart, and at the same time was a little strange: Before people die, can they think so much at once? Anyway, I've thought about it so much, why haven't I died yet? Isn't Daddy flying fast?

Thinking of this, Yang Guo couldn't help but open his eyes.

Then he froze.

In front of him, I don't know when, there was a tall and straight back, brightly dressed, spotless, and neatly combed.

What's even more outrageous is that the man doesn't get a drop of rain on his body, and when the rain falls on him, it actually slides down his body surface quickly, as if he has an invisible layer of clothing on his body, completely isolating the rain, and even his hair and clothes are not soaked in the slightest.

Yang Guo squatted on the ground, tilted his head, like a dumb toad, looked at the man's back in a daze, and had only one thought in his heart:

It's personal!

No, it's a fairy!

Only the gods will maintain such a spotless and rain-free chic demeanor in this apocalyptic world.

Only the gods will quietly descend from the sky to help him block the fatal blow of the monster father and save his life.

"Good luck! I actually bumped into the gods! ”

Yang Guo was ecstatic in his heart, and his heart tightened:

"What's wrong with Monster Daddy?"

He stood up suddenly, poked out from behind the "fairy" with his back to him, and looked at Daddy, only to see Daddy Monster lying on the ground, struggling with his limbs.

A bamboo cane plunged through his back, pierced through his body, and pinned him to the ground.

On top of the bamboo cane, there was also an electric light, which turned the father's back into black smoke, and the flesh and blood turned into charcoal.

Immortal magic weapon?

Yang Guo looked at the bamboo cane, his eyes full of amazement.

But when he saw the monster father, he felt sad again, and he whispered:

"Daddy!"

The "fairy" turned his head and looked at him calmly:

"Do you want to give him a ride with your own hands?"

Yang Guo raised his head and stared blankly at the immortals.

Sure enough, it's a fairy, and its appearance is the same as that of an imaginary fairy......

However, since he is a god, can't he save his father?

Yang Guo pursed his lips twice, knelt down with a poof, and kowtowed to the gods despite the mud on the ground:

"Immortal, please save my father."

Immortal?

Murong Fu looked at the young man on the ground who was only thirteen or fourteen years old, but his handsomeness was not inferior to his own brother Murong Ying, and a look of strangeness flashed in his eyes.

Then he shook his head and said lightly:

"You can't be saved from one mutation, let alone two mutations? I'm not an immortal, I'm just a mortal who knows a little bit about magic tricks. ”

After a pause, he asked Yang Guo again:

"Do you want to give your dad a ride?"

"Can't you get it back?"

Yang Guo looked at his father, looked at the corners of his mouth torn to the base of his ears, looked at the nail-like sharp and dense fangs in his mouth, and then looked at the hands and feet that were as hideous as ghost claws, and a sadness flashed in his eyes.

This doesn't look like a human being.

And the immortals in the drama are not responsive to requests, all attempts and all spirits, not to mention that this man admits that he is not an immortal, but just a mortal?

Yang Guo snorted and choked up:

"I, I'll give Daddy a ride."

Murong Fu nodded, took out a bamboo cane, and handed it to Yang Guo.

Without the restraint of a bamboo cane, the strange father was about to jump up, and was slapped by Murong Fu in the air and firmly held on the ground.

This strange person is undoubtedly Ouyang Feng.

Ouyang Feng, who was mutated for the second time, was much stronger than the original mutant Guo Jing, but Murong Fu was not what it used to be.

Coming to this heaven and earth, in just twenty days, his spiritual power cultivation has recovered the fourth layer of qi refining, and his physical body is "refining marrow like frost, blood like mercury slurry", and he is only half a step away from being fully "reborn" and reaching the realm of human immortal martial arts martial saints.

The "Nine-Section Thunder Staff" has gone through great battles, and it has been tempered by sufficient origins, and its power has also been raised to a higher level.

With his current strength, even Ouyang Feng, who was a secondary mutation, was nailed to the ground by him with a cane. Even if you don't use the nine-section thunder staff, you can still suppress it for a short time without moving.

Yang Guo took the bamboo cane, looked at the monster father with a complicated expression, and muttered:

"Daddy was actually dead on the night of the first blood moon, and now it's just a demon in Daddy's skin...... I want to avenge my dad and send him to rest in peace! ”

As he spoke, he gritted his teeth, picked up the bamboo cane, and slammed it on the monster father's head.

Boom!

When the thunder and lightning shocked, Ouyang Feng's head burst and was shocked into powder by the thunder.

The monster's body shook, and finally stopped struggling.

Murong Fu looked at Yang Guo and asked:

"Do you want to bury him?"

Yang Guo nodded, and was about to find a place to dig a pit, when Murong Fu raised his hand and made a deep mud pit under a willow tree not far away.

Yang Guo glanced at Murong Fu gratefully, dragged Ouyang Feng's extraordinarily heavy body after the mutation, and walked towards the mud pit.

After Yang Guo buried Ouyang Feng, Murong Fu helped him cut a wooden tablet and asked him:

"What words do you want to engrave?"

Yang Aisle:

"Just write, Daddy's Tomb, the righteous son Yang Guo weeps."

Murong Fu said, "You don't know his name? ”

Yang Guo shook his head: "He...... He didn't even know his own name. ”

Murong replied: "I don't even know his name, but you can respect him like a father, and you are also a loving person." ”

As he spoke, he used his fingers as a pen to engrave the words Yang Guo said on the wood, and inserted the wooden tablet in front of Ouyang Feng's grave.

He didn't say Ouyang Feng's name either.

After Yang Guo was silent for a while, Murong Fu asked him again:

"Is there anyone else alive but you?"

When Yang Guo heard this, his heart moved, wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, and looked at Murong Fu with excitement on his face:

"Immortals...... Oh no, Master, are you going to take us away and go to a safe place to live? ”

Murong Fu smiled:

"You're clever. Yes, how many more? Just follow me. ”

"And four!" Speaking of this, he choked his words and said cautiously: "But...... They're just kids. Two boys, one twelve and one eleven. Two girls, both only nine years old......"

Murong Fu smiled: "You're not that old, are you?" Eleven-year-old or twelve-year-old boys, who are already able to do things, why didn't they come to help you? ”

Yang Guo pursed the corners of his mouth, "The two of them are clumsy and crying, if you take them out to do things, they will only be held back." ”

After saying that, he regretted it a little, what if this fairy-like master disliked the martial arts brothers and didn't take them away?

Just as he was about to say something to remedy, he heard Murong Fu say:

"Now don't talk about clumsy living people, even if they have no hands and no feet, as long as they are living people, they are all important. Let's go, take me to pick them up. ”

"Good!" Yang Guo was overjoyed, picked up the food in both hands, and strode towards the lake.

(End of chapter)