It's strange to say this day, since the morning, the sun is good, a blue sky, and when Fang Zimo finishes his work, he stands up, and it is actually gloomy, and the rain is floating.

Jiu Nan touched his bald head, shouted bad luck, and said to Fang Zimo: "Wait for a stick of incense." ”

"Okay!" Zimo calmly checked the matching sword, then reached out of the dilapidated eaves and touched the wetness of his hand, and straightened out the hair that was scattered on his sideburns.

After a long time in the rivers and lakes, many things that are incomprehensible to ordinary people have become accustomed to it.

Most people are sick and dying, and they are unable to settle down, or they are afraid and frightened, or sad and sad, and the people around them are even more painful and unbearable.

But for an old Jianghu like Zimo - injury, pain, and even life and death - at this time, he is about to compete with the Nine Tribulations, and he may be divided between life and death in an instant.

The raindrops fell and shattered on the stone steps, answer, answer, answer, the sound of the rain was dense but distinct, he did not feel the slightest disturbance, his heart was as calm as promised, and there was no melancholy or injury.

After a stick of incense, the rain did not stop, and it was not heavy, dripping like thousands of thin threads falling.

Unwilling to wait, the two walked into the drizzle, and at the same time drew their swords and exchanged three moves, in the blink of an eye, Zimo knew that he couldn't fight hard with the nine difficulties, and this monk's internal cultivation had won him too much. The flying sword enters the Qingyun sword step in one, the body is as fast as a rabbit, the sword moves are sharp and fast, he swims and strikes, and follows the flaws.

The people on the side looked at it, only to see him around the nine difficulties that did not move in place, flying up and down, flickering east and west, attacking endlessly, and the nine difficulties were just a sword to block, and the sword momentum was also extremely fast, dancing tightly around the body, like a ball of silver light.

The flying rain was shaken into mist by the internal strength of the two, and as the fight lasted longer, the fog around them became thicker and thicker.

In addition to the two people present, Chu Kexing, who was standing against the wall, stood with a big gun, and Xie Ding, Lin Lao Ghost, and Wild Fox, who were standing in front of the stele forest opposite, all watched the battle intently and did not say a word.

A hundred moves have passed, as if it was the same as seven years ago, Zimo and Jiu Yan have no one to do anything about it. Zimo has always wanted to fight with the Nine Difficulties when he was in the Dingfeng Bo Sword Club over the years, but he felt that if the sword moves were faster, he would definitely be able to find the flaws of the other party, and the opponent's sword moves were known approximately, and if they were properly disassembled during the fight, they could also have a chance.

He made a faster move, locked his strength on the tip of the sword, and thought about using a false move to deceive the gap in the nine difficulties, but this opportunity was extremely difficult to grasp, and if it was not good, he would give his own empty door to the opponent's sword blade.

The two of them were indistinguishable for a while, and they knew Zimo's thoughts more or less in the Nine Difficulties, he had a three-fruit realm of divine peace and disaster, but because the Heavenly King Protector Sword was not as flexible as the other party's flying sword into the clouds, he couldn't control Fang Zimo's sword steps.

Jiu Nankong has a supreme internal strength, unable to suppress the other party, and every time he lets Fang Zimo unload his strength.

He felt like he was catching a fish in the water with his hands, and even if he used all his strength, he couldn't even touch the tail of the fish, and he knew that if he continued to fight, he would inevitably be the same as seven years ago.

The nine difficulties are extremely obsessed with winning and losing, and they will never forget the last draw, and now they are willing to stop there.

It just so happened that the two of them made up their minds at the same time.

At this time, Zimo slid to the right side of Jiu Yan's body, and was about to hand over the sword, when he saw the other party take a step back, he immediately lunged, and hurriedly followed up and stabbed a sword.

The nine difficulties did not block his sword, stepped on the sword stake under his feet, and took another step back.

Zimo's sword pierced the air, slid and followed again, sinking his elbow and falling his wrist, and was about to take out the sword, but the nine difficulties were the most suitable distance for this point, and he made a sword first......

The two are comparable in martial arts to the sword, where can they take the lead?

was robbed of a move by the nine difficulties, and he was not panicked, and was about to seal the sword momentum, when he suddenly found that the opponent's sword light was faint, obviously drawn from right to left, taking his shoulder and neck, but the sword disappeared without a trace in an instant!

In his eyes, he couldn't see the long sword in the other party's hand at all, and even the sword light was erased, as if it had never appeared.

He was taken aback, and instinctively swung his sword to block the trajectory of the opponent's sword blade before, but suddenly there was a light in front of him, and the disappeared sword light flashed and appeared in the middle palace, stabbing straight into his chest.

Chu Kexing, who was cheering for Zimo in his heart, saw that the situation was turning around, and Zimo was stabbed in the blink of an eye, and hurriedly rushed up.

As soon as the move was successful, Jiu Yan laughed, stepped back to watch the blood on the sword being knocked down by the rain, and said, "Fang Zimo!

Zimo's lung lobes were pierced, and the internal strength of the sword blade entering the body destroyed the meridians and the running qi, making it difficult to breathe for a while.

Jiu Yan shouted again: "Fang Zimo, talk to me!"

He grinned, took a calm breath, and said, "Nine difficulties, you won." ”

Chu Kexing took out the hemostatic scatter, and suddenly saw Xie Ding, Lin Lao Ghost, and Wild Fox in front of him jumping over the nine difficulties and forcing them up, so he had to carry Fang Zimo on his back in a hurry and rush out of the wall with a gun first.

Jiu Yan was satisfied with returning the long sword to its sheath, neither chasing after nor stopping Xie Ding and the others, and turned around and left the place.

Chu Kexing carried a person on his back, and soon he was caught up, with one enemy and three, walking while blocking, waiting out of the dense forest, looking at Yiyang City, he was found by Lin Lao Ghost and slashed in the leg, and the blood flowed like an infusion.

The wound under his ribs had already collapsed, his face was pale, and he said to Fang Zimo on his back: "Brother Fang, hold on, the Valley of Worry-Free is almost here." ”

Fang Zimo lost too much blood and was already dazed, but when he heard his words, he smiled reluctantly, and said calmly: "Xiao Chu, if you can't do it, leave me behind, if you want to believe in Qingzi, you take her to Kaifeng." ”

Chu Kexing roared: "I won't leave you if I die, these beasts, I will kill them when I come back!"

Zimo couldn't open his eyes, and only said: "Since it is a fair sword competition, there is no grudge, only blame me for not being as good as others." Don't give your life for me, the nine difficult swordsmanship, you can't stop it......"

Chu Kexing has arrived outside Yiyang City, is walking around the city, one shot to repel Xie Ding, stumbling under his feet, seeing the dust of the wild fox waving, he didn't have time to change his moves, for fear of hurting Fang Zimo on his back, stretched out his left arm to block a blow, and was beaten to a blur of flesh and blood.

"Brother Fang, it's almost here, hold on!"

Zimo had already fainted and couldn't hear his words.

After rushing for nearly ten miles, Xie Ding and the others were more and more frightened the more they chased, the man in front of him was carrying a person on his back, his leg was injured, his ribs were bleeding, and the wound on his left arm was terrible, but he still forced them back with one shot at a time, and kept rushing forward under his feet. Is his blood inexhaustible?

No matter how the three of them are, they can't stop Chu Kexing, and when they are near Sanssouci Valley, or the three of them are pressed too hard, Chu Kexing is like a crazy tiger, regardless of where the other party makes a move, where the sword is pointed, just pick it with one shot, it is already a way of fighting life and death, and it will end up together. However, the three of them cherished their lives, and they couldn't grab his gun ring, and they couldn't defeat the enemy and subdue him with one blow.

Sanssouci Valley in the rivers and lakes is a special place, the people here only concentrate on dyeing cloth and making clothes, and do not participate in the struggle of the forces of the rivers and lakes. The valley lord died of illness in his early years, his wife became a family, and the young valley lord liked to walk the rivers and lakes when he was young, made a lot of friends, and later returned to the valley to marry a wife and have children, and also returned to An'an to live a separate life.

This young valley master's surname is Mu, and his single name is the word "Feng". He is a master of practicing guns, and he does not fight with Chu Kexing, and he invited him to live in Sanssouci Valley five years ago, and his feelings are extraordinary.

On both sides of the dirt road near Sanssouci Valley, there are countless bamboo poles, which are hung with soft and light silk cloth, colorful, there is no beautiful scenery everywhere, but this battle is designed beautifully, just like Yaotai fairyland.

Just looking at it from a distance, seeing the silk cloth flying here, you can know that the Valley of Sanssouci is about to arrive.

At this earthen crossing, Mu Feng, the young master of Sanssouci Valley, led a group of about 30 people to wait here. Another woman saw Chu Kexing's figure and flew over, it was Zhang Qingzi.

Xie Ding and the three of them had already stopped, and there were many people on the opposite side, so they retreated first. Chu Kexing, who was in front, saw Zhang Qingzi running closer, and the breath in his heart relaxed, and he actually fell down, lying on the ground with Fang Zimo on his back, and fainted together.

............

When Chu Kexing woke up, it was already the evening of the next day.

A candle was lit in the room, and in the light, I saw Mu Feng sitting at the table holding a scroll and reading quietly, with a calm expression.

Mu Feng and him are two extremes, he has a fierce and masculine masculinity, but Mu Feng is a beautiful and elegant son.

His mouth was dry, his stomach was hungry, his whole body was weak, his wounds were burning like pain, his head was dizzy, and he was not very conscious, but the first thing he said asked, "How is my eldest brother's injury?"

Mu Feng walked up to him to look at his expression, and said slowly: "Fang Daxia is seriously injured, I asked the most famous Lang Zhong in Luoyang to treat him." And listening to Zhang Nuxia's instructions, I have asked the Zhuang brothers to prepare properly, rush to Chang'an tonight, and ask the holy hand Lao Li to come for treatment. ”

"Holy Hand Lao Li will not leave Chang'an easily. ”

"Therefore, the person I sent will contact Ye Yunsheng first, and if he comes forward, he should be able to invite the Holy Hand Lao Li. ”

Chu Kexing made a gesture to get up, but was gently held down by Mu Feng.

"Although your overlord strength protects your body from internal injuries, but the wounds on your body bleed too much, if you don't want to be weak in your hands and feet, weak muscles and bones, or even can't do anything with people in the future, don't mess around! ”

"What about my sister-in-law?" Chu Kexing listened to the persuasion, but he was still not at ease. "Brother, when I come to you, I must protect Brother Fang and sister-in-law. ”

Mu Feng smiled and said, "You just have to rest assured, Zhang Nuxia went to Kaifeng first in a hurry, and wanted to send the secret letter to Lord Yushi and return Brother Fang's innocence." ”

If Chu Kexing hadn't been strong in martial arts, and someone else had suffered these traumas, he would have died a long time ago. He gasped and said, "That's fine, as long as we clear up the grievances on Brother Fang and bring down Wei Xian, we have room to advance and retreat...... When you recover from your injuries and return to Chang'an, you have to kill all those dog thieves. ”

Mu Feng said with a smile: "Then you have to take care of your injuries first, and when the time comes, we will make trouble in Chang'an with two guns, how happy!"

The master of Sanssouci Valley did not call his subordinates, served tea and water by himself, served his good brother to eat and drink, and waited for him to fall asleep quietly before leaving the room.

It was already dark outside the house, and the surrounding silence was not as good as the lights in the city at night, and the people in Sanssouci Valley went to bed early and got up early, and the days were dull and happy.

Mu Feng walked in the dark corridor, the smile on his face gradually faded, turned two rooms, and arrived at a small room in the innermost part, pushing the door in, he could smell the strong smell of medicine in the air.

Patches of blood-soaked spuncloth were thrown on the floor beside the bed, and the water in one of the basins was stained scarlet. On the table in the middle, countless silver needles were scattered, bottles of hemostatic powder, muscle-building powder, and solid Peiyuan ointment...... In the corner of the room sat an old man wearily, and when he saw him come in, he did not move.

"Mr. Qin, has it improved?"

This old man, whom he called Mr., is the most famous Langzhong in Luoyang, who was personally invited by Mu Feng to come to Sanssouci Valley late last night, and after a night and a day without closing his eyes, he was too tired to stand up.

"The old man is ashamed that he has not completely stopped the bleeding, and now his body is soaked with blood, and he can only let the blood go once in half an hour. ”

"What will happen if this blood is not released?"

"If you can't breathe in, you'll die in a moment. ”

"But how long can the blood last?"

"There is not much blood oozing inside, but it can't be stopped, if he can carry the internal breath, he can condense the qi and block the blood, and the wound can heal itself in one day...... The important thing is that the sword broke his meridians, and the internal breath could not run, and the old man had tried to prick the silver needle acupoint before to wake him up, but he couldn't operate the internal breath, and there was a lot of bleeding, so he could only let him fall asleep again. ”

"Can I heal his wounds?" Mu Feng frowned, looking anxious, where was the look of reassurance in front of Chu Kexing.

"No, his meridians are seriously damaged, and outsiders' qi will only cause his wounds to crack. ”

"In this way, wouldn't you just wait for death......

"Don't blame the young valley master, the old man has done his best, unless there is someone with more medical skills here. ”

"According to my sir's estimates, how long will he last?"

"In less than three days. ”

Mu Feng said secretly, how could it be possible to invite the Holy Hand Lao Li from Chang'an in the third day? Do you want me to watch Fang Daxia die at home? God, how do you want me to explain it to Brother Chu?

He wandered around the house for a long time, and finally made up his mind. "Mr. Qin, there is something to ask me about, don't shirk!"

"When I was young, I still relied on the three hundred taels of silver given by the old lady in the valley at that time. Please let the young valley master repay the kindness of the old man for many years, don't be polite. ”

"I want someone to take Fang Daxia all the way to Chang'an and ask the Holy Hand Lao Li to heal. But if Fang Daxia's situation was not taken care of by Mr. Qin's side, he was afraid that he would not be able to withstand the journey for a few days. ”

"Unless you don't stop day and night, how can you get to Chang'an in three days?"

Mu Feng sighed: "Now there is only this way to go, otherwise let him lie here and wait for death?" On the road, the three people take turns to control the horse, and everyone takes care of it in the car, that is, day and night, he should be able to reach Chang'an." ”

Mr. Qin said: "In this way, the old man agrees." ”

Mu Feng kept calling the brothers who were about to leave, and prepared a big carriage that transported cloth on weekdays. He asked people to carry Fang Zimo into the car, and repeatedly told several brothers that they must not let Fang Zimo show up, and they will not enter the town all the way, and they will all be sharpened in the wild, so they will not worry about being discovered.