It was a slightly rickety old man, dressed in gray linen clothes, and stepping on a pair of old cloth shoes, the edges of which were covered with mud. The old man's face was a little dull yellow, the color of the earth, his eyebrows and eyes were not sharp, and a cloth belt was tied around his waist, and a mottled smoking gun was inserted.

The old man stood on top of the palatial pavilion, glanced at the two who were not lightly injured, and said with a smile: "It's still timely, otherwise I'm afraid only one can survive now." ”

"Lin Chonglian, what are you doing here. ”

Spit out a mouthful of thick blood, Cheng Shuangshu finally found it difficult to maintain his figure, sat on the ground with his buttocks, and yelled at the old man.

Putting away the pavilion magic weapon under him, the old man floated to his side, and said with a smile: "If it weren't for the old man, I would have died under Xu Chu's sword." ”

Turning his head to look at Xu Chu, who was slowly helped up by his disciple, the old man smiled at him and nodded.

"Death is death, it's about you, I want you to run and be a good person. ”

There are few martial artists in the world who have soft mouths, even if even speaking at this time will affect the meridians in the body for a period of heart-wrenching and severe pain, Cheng Shuangshu is the same, his life can be lost, and his face must not be lost. There is no shame in dying under the sword of chasing deer, but it can be rescued from under the sword before it hurts face.

It was this old man who rushed to the battlefield at the last moment, sacrificing the treasure that looked like a pavilion, and suppressed the violent aftermath caused by the collision of the sword qi and fist winds of the two. Otherwise, at this time, Cheng Shuangshu may have really become a revenant under the sword.

"Brother Xu, Lin made a move without authorization, and I hope that Brother Xu will not be blamed. ”

The old man known as Lin Chonglian confessed to Xu Chu, who was already leaning on the apprentice's shoulder.

At this time, most of the meridians in Xu Chu's body were damaged, and his qi was like a candle in the wind, crumbling. He didn't have much complaint about Lin Chonglian's shot, after all, the other party was just saving people, and he still won half a move after all. As for whether Cheng Shuangshu is dead or alive, he doesn't care at all.

Lin Daoyou was polite, Xu Chu didn't have the intention of separating life and death, but Cheng Shuangshu's heart was too deep, and he just had to fight for life and death. ”

As he spoke, he pulled the qi machine to react, and another puddle of blood spurted out. Xu Chu raised his hand with difficulty, arched his hand to Lin Chonglian, and then the disciple dragged his imperial sword away.

After Xu Chu, who could have exchanged injuries for death, left, Cheng Shuangshu's hard-fought will collapsed, and the whole person fell on his back, lying on the ground with his hands and feet paralyzed. Just staring at the sky in a daze, his eyes blank. Although Lin Chonghuan arrived in time, blocked the remnants of sword qi, and helped him save a life, he was defeated after all.

Just as the spectators on the scattered hills around them whispered the identity of the old man who meddled in the war, a white figure fell beside the old man.

Zhuo Yuming's expression was excited, and his lips trembled slightly.

"Uncle Lin, I finally met you again. ”

Lin Chongchuan looked at the young man dressed in white in front of him, and a smile appeared on his face. He took out the old cigarette stick that Zhuo Yuming was familiar with from his waist, took it into his mouth and inhaled it vigorously, and the sparks on the cigarette pot were bright and extinguished, obviously not extinguished at all when he entered the market before.

"Yes, but I have already been in the Cave Realm for ten years, and my cultivation is very fast. ”

After carefully looking at Zhuo Yuming's eyes and spitting out a thick white mist, Lin Chongchuan said with a smile.

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Half a day later, Zhuo Yuming and Lin Laohan sat in a side room, talking and laughing.

This is Luoyue Mountain, which is the mountain of Zhao Que, a well-known medical saint in Fuyao Prefecture.

Previously, Lin Chongchuan came here with the seriously injured Cheng Shuangshu and Zhuo Yuming, and found Zhao Que, who was well-known in Kyushu, to treat Cheng Shuangshu's injuries. After giving Cheng Shuangshu a few pills, telling him to recuperate with peace of mind and slowly expel the remaining sword qi in his internal organs, Zhao Que walked out of the room.

Cheng Shuangshu sat cross-legged on the bed and ran True Qi Pranayama, while the two sat at the table and chatted about what they had seen and heard since their separation from Dongshengzhou.

Most of the time, Zhuo Yuming was talking, and Lin Chongchuan was listening. The earth immortal monk dressed as a farmer rested one leg on another chair and pinched the cigarette stick in the other, swallowing clouds and spitting mist. Only occasionally did he interject a sentence or two, asking Zhuo Yuming about some subtleties.

Zhuo Yuming has walked a lot of money over the years, and many monks who have lived in the mountains and forests for a long time and devoted themselves to cultivation may not have been as many places as he has been in hundreds of years in their lives. From Dongshengzhou to Penglai Prefecture, then to Zhongshenzhou, then to Qixia Prefecture in the east, and then to Fuyao Prefecture. In the real sense, it can be regarded as a journey of thousands of miles.

For this old man Lin who has the grace to save his life, in addition to the matter of the emperor's Taoism, Zhuo Yuming told him all the experiences over the years like pouring beans into a bamboo tube.

Liangzhou City's Siege of the Lake, the three assassinations of Xiaozhi Mountain, the domineering Dongxuan Sword Cultivation in Xuyun Prefecture, the battle between the two clans in Zhendemon City, the Qingying Secret Realm in Zhongshenzhou, the Haoran Heaven and Earth in Qixia Prefecture, and even Cheng Shuangshu, who was recuperating in bed, listened to it with relish. This peak of the martial arts of Fuyao Prefecture couldn't help but glance at the young man, and regardless of anything else, the courage to rush to the battlefield of the great war between the two clans alone was worthy of admiration. To be able to enter the Confucian world and transcend it also requires great opportunity and great ability.

Lin Chonghuan listened to Zhuo Yuming's words with a smile, and couldn't help but sigh in his heart while smoking a dry cigarette.

When this kid was picked up from the river by chance, although they only got along for a short time, they also felt that he was tough and a malleable talent. But listening to his experience at the moment, even if you look at the entire Ethereal Spirit Realm, you are also the leader of the younger generation. The achievements in the future are high, and I dare not speak lightly.

"Uncle Lin, where is your cultivation ground, I will visit you often in the future. ”

Remembering that he still didn't know the identity and feet of the other party, Zhuo Yuming asked.

Lin Laohan knocked the cigarette gun on the soles of his feet, and said with a smile: "The old man is just a scattered person in the mountains and fields, how can there be any dojo." Most of them don't have a fixed place to live on weekdays, and although they have a few places to live, they don't live there permanently. Give you this summons order, if you really want to find the old man, use this. ”

As he spoke, Lin Laohan threw a small token on the table, which was a communication weapon commonly used by monks on the mountain.

Zhuo Yuming picked up the token and put it in his arms with a solemn face.

"Hmph, Old Man Lin will be doing this kind of Shendao master all day long, what kind of mountain savage, what, your identity as an outcast is embarrassed to say? Are you afraid that the juniors will look down on you, and you will not be happy at all. ”

Suddenly, Cheng Shuangshu, who was pranayama, snorted coldly.

He and Lin Chonghuan have been friends for hundreds of years, but on weekdays, he always likes to lose a word or two of his friends in a weird way.

Zhuo Yuming still had a calm face, and he didn't show the slightest curiosity and inquiry about Cheng Shuangshu's words.

"It's not a big deal, it's just that I made a mistake when I was young, and I was kicked out by the elders of the sect, and since then I have become a lonely wild cultivator. If you really want to know, it's okay for the old man to tell you. ”

Lin Laohan changed a bag of tobacco and rekindled it.

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