Xiao: I never expected that this relic of the old man of the Iron Gall Bird, Qi Zehui has been looking for it until now, and there has been no news, and he was actually led out by his own wandering and gossip?

It's really a creation that makes people, and creation makes people......

Xiao couldn't sit still anymore, he stood up and walked back to the wing room quickly, wanting to show this exercise to Qi Zehui first, after all, the old monk is just a caretaker who keeps it on his behalf, although there will be no big accidents, but he must always tell his friends.

He gasped and pushed open the door, the room was silent and dark, there were two unfinished Chinese medicines on the table, and the bed was still the same as before the two of them went out.

Qi Zehui hasn't come back yet......

Holding a book in one hand and a staff in the other, Xiao froze in place for a while.

After a long time, he let out a sigh, put down the book in his hand, and slowly walked into the depths of the room, lighting two lamps.

Wow –

The boiling hot water was poured into the basin, and the white steam suddenly rose, and in an instant, the whole room was immersed in a thick mist

Facing the water, Xiao slowly untied his clothes and stood naked by the wooden basin, quietly watching his reflection.

With a skinny body and shrunken and drooping muscles, even he couldn't believe that he was actually a cultivator who practiced martial arts and cultivated his body.

The shriveled skin, as if it had been drained of nutrients, had lost its luster, and it was as dull and rough as an old man, with blood vessels bulging around.

Large chunks of blue-purple blood stasis appeared on the surface of his skin, which were stagnant toxins, which were constantly swimming in his body along his qi and blood, and these things would only become more and more, more and more, and finally completely occupy his body and squeeze out his soul.

Scars, sword wounds, and other unclear sharp weapon scars were messily arranged on top of his body, and it seemed that he had not experienced many scenes of fighting, but these lingering marks were left behind.

And then there were crumpled and twisted ugly scars, like faces struggling in pain, with mouths wide open as if they were about to swallow a thousand of them—these were the ones that the explosion had brought about. Although the blind old man had been treated as soon as possible, he was still left with many permanent scars......

Of course, these are only enough moments of compassion for him-

There was another cough, and he was unsteady on his feet, his lips pale against the wall beside him.

A few blue-black blood beads splashed into the water, fluttering up and down like bubbles, and did not disperse for a long time.

- If your life is almost gone, these things are really not important things.

Xiao stared at himself in the basin of water and didn't speak for a long time. At this moment, in his mind, excitement and excitement had completely been replaced by reason.

The old monk also passed, although that exercise was wonderful, none of the cultivators were as poisonous to the bone marrow as Xiao ?, and he couldn't guarantee what would happen when he started cultivating.

Even the unknown compiler of "Taiyin Sun Nine Rubbing Wuji Gong" has clearly marked that the experimenters of the past generations can only refine impurities and some lesions in the human body.

In the face of the surging toxins in the body like a river, how will it end?

Maybe it will be more painful, in a flurry of sharp pain and convulsions, and even more unbearable death.

Maybe it's a little easier, like a human dynamite, and it explodes into a ball of flesh.

Want to try it?

Xiao was silent for a long time, a stalemate for a long time, until the basin of water had become warm, and then he took a deep breath and straightened up.

"Anyway, it can't be worse than now......" he nodded and whispered to himself.

As if he had made up his mind, he sighed, and then, he poked his head completely into the water knowledge—

......

"Vice helmsman Qi, not only is he extraordinary, but he also drinks a lot!"

In another corner of the monastery, several drunken men were holding wine glasses, swaying flattering, and a tall woman sat beside her, but she did not look like a maid.

These people are the heroes of the rivers and lakes who temporarily live in the north and south wings, and Qi Zehui is naturally in Zheng

At this moment he was already drunk, and this kind of flattery was naturally more useful than when he woke up, so he laughed:

"Don't dare, don't dare, brother's skills, how dare you compare with Brother Xue's silver spear?"

"Hahaha, don't be modest," Xue Dehuan waved his hand, "If you have such cultivation at a young age, in the future, the future must be unlimited, unlimited!"

"Yes, yes, yes!"

"That's right, that's right!"

"In the future, I need to take care of the deputy helmsman!"

An Rushan also took advantage of the excitement to raise his wine glass and said loudly: "Come!

"Good!"

So everyone stood up together, took the wine glass in their hands and drank it down, and then laughed and sat down again.

When Qi Zehui put down his butt again, he was naturally dizzy and a little delirious, so he waved his hand, tilted his head, leaned on his waist, and took a nap by himself.

The protagonist at the wine table was defeated, and all the knights glanced at each other, naturally they didn't pick up the wine glass again, and they chatted word by word.

At first, it was still talking about it, but the topic of the rivers and lakes was going around and around, and it would always come back to the rivers and lakes.

Soon, the wife of the famous thief couple on the side, Li Yan suddenly spoke:

"Recently, I heard that there is a person in the Jiangbei area who has started to move. ”

"Oh?" Cui Cheng hiccuped, "Who?"

"Who else could it be?" her husband Wen Jie smiled slightly, "Of course it's that red-faced old devil." ”

"Heh, it's him again," Xue Dehuan sneered, "Recently, this person is famously tight, and all the major sects, and even the imperial court, want his head!"

"Of course, I don't know what the old guys of the Beggar Gang are crazy about," Shuofeng Dao An Rushan sighed, "How can the position of the leader of the Beggar Gang be decided so hastily?"

"But even an old hero like Lu Shuying died under Na Rao's hands, presumably this red-faced old devil's ability should also be worthy of his reputation, and it must be tricky," Li Yan shook his head and said, "If someone can kill him, he must also be a master of means." ”

"Hmph, how can you be so godly?" Cui Cheng sneered again, "Although Mr. Lu Shuying is a generation of grandmasters, but after all, he is also old, and the red-faced old devil's cultivation of evil skills is not old and immortal, and he is afraid of being young and strong, but he is just bullying the old man to take advantage!"

"I also listened," Shuofeng Dao An Rushan nodded and said, "According to the old gang leader Lu before the fight, the old gang leader Lu had already been poisoned by the corpse, and he was a little delirious, so he was able to get his hands on that old demon!"

"It's pretty much the same, I knew it would be like this!" Xue Dehuan slapped his thigh and scolded: "It's just a despicable person who uses some indiscriminate methods......! Hmph!"

He got up suddenly, made a gesture to return the pistol, and said angrily: "I must take off other people's heads, and pick up a beggar to help the leader do it!"

Cui Cheng took out the soft whip behind his waist, and also scolded: "What is the No. 1 poison master in the Western Regions! As soon as Lao Tzu's long whip is shot, it will easily make him unable to eat and walk around!"

Although Shuofeng Dao An Rushan did not make a big fuss, he also pinched his chin contemptuously and said:

"So, those guys from the beggar gang are really old and confused, such a big bargain, tsk, but don't let me run into it, uncle-come, come, pour wine, and go again!"

The red-faced old devil, although he is notorious, but after all, he is a person from the Western Regions, and he rarely makes a move in the Central Plains, but in addition to some truly experienced figures, many knights are still unclear about his strength.

Therefore, An Rushan and others dared to use the strength of wine with confidence to show off their power here.

If Qi Zehui was sober at this time, he would definitely make fun of these people who were not self-conscious, after all, in Iron Eagle Castle, he was also a witness, and he had thoroughly understood the evil and horror of the red-faced old devil.

The good thing is that not everyone is blind.

At this moment, Wen Jie, who had been silent, opened his mouth and said lightly:

"I'm afraid you haven't seen the old devil before, and you're just bragging about it with the strength of wine, right?"

As soon as these words came out, the three people on the side suddenly became furious, An Rushan took the lead in slapping the table, glaring angrily: "Why, I'm an someone who has been famous for a long time, Brother Wen's words, is he looking down on our kung fu?"

Xue Dehuan pinched the wine glass and sneered at Wen Jie: "Do you have the courage to do it again?"

But Wen Jie was still not in a hurry, he took a sip of wine slowly, and said, "Do you know what the red-faced old devil did in Jiangbei not long ago?"

"The big deal is to kill a few nobodies and scare the guts of some cowards?" Cui Cheng sneered-for-tat.

"Heh, then please listen well," the corners of Wen Jie's mouth hooked up a mocking smile, "The red-faced old devil is in Jiangbei, and together with the smiling golden Buddha, just two people, destroyed the entire Fengyun Villa." ”

"What...... What?"

When An Rushan and the three of them heard this, their faces suddenly changed: "You Fengyun Villa...... Gone?"

"Three hundred and twenty people from all over the village, including the owner Su Buwei, all died tragically, and none of them were spared," Wen Jie tapped the table with his fingertips and reiterated again:

"Two people. ”

An Rushan, Xue Dehuan, and Cui Cheng were silent for a while, although the three of them were all famous, but compared to the strong capital of Fengyun Villa, it was not their turn to show off their might.

I really didn't expect it...... A generation of swordsman Su Buwei, among the hundreds of people, he can come and go freely without changing his face, but he was actually killed by two people, or died on his own territory?

But Wen Jie seemed to feel that it was not enough, cleared his throat, and added a heavier scale:

"The autumn ghost in the photo studio, fully armed, and with the ghost bat soldiers, set up a hundred killing arrays in Yan Prison to besiege and kill......"

"And then?" the three of them asked in unison.

"It's also dead, and it's miserable," Wen Jie's eyes revealed a piercing chill, "According to the people in the photo studio, when he was found, there was only half a human head left, and it seemed that he had suffered from some kind of monster......"

"Gollum—" The three of them swallowed in unison, beads of sweat the size of beans already appeared on their heads.

"Now......" Wen Jie crossed the fingers of both hands, put his chin on it, and asked with a smile, "Do you still have the confidence to kill that old devil?"

"Uh......" The Blood Spear Xue Dehuan scratched his hair and was silent.

Cui Cheng twitched the corners of his mouth in embarrassment, and he was laughing.

In the end, An Rushan slapped his thigh, stood up with a forced smile, and picked up his wine glass: "I'm happy today, what are you talking about? Come on, come on, drink and drink——"

The other two were stunned, but naturally they also cheered up and forced a smile, and picked up the wine glass by the donkey under the slope.

Wen Jie shrugged his shoulders slightly, but he didn't say anything more, he glanced at his wife on the side, the husband and wife looked at each other and smiled, picked up the wine glass, and poured the wine.

"Vice helmsman Qi, don't sleep, everyone is waiting for you to get up and drink!" An Rushan patted Qi Zehui's thigh and laughed loudly.

"Ah...... Ah?" Qi Zehui fell asleep in a daze, and suddenly woke up from his dream, he looked at everyone, and then looked at the color, but the first sentence was:

"What time is it?"

An Rushan was stunned for a moment, and immediately pinched his fingers and calculated: "Uh, now? It should be ...... now"

"Fuck it, it's all dark!" Qi Zehui jumped up from the stool suddenly, "It's not too early, everyone, I, I'll change it back!"

He arched his hand at everyone, turned around and was about to leave, but he didn't want to push open the door, when the cold wind blew, the original precipitated wine came up again, and his head was dizzy, and his steps suddenly staggered.

Whew——

The thick snow on the stone road turned into ice when stepped on and pressed, and Qi Zehui couldn't help but slip under his feet, and the whole person fell to the side.

"Vice helmsman Qi beware-" Seeing this, An Rushan and his party subconsciously exclaimed, and they were about to step forward to hold it.

"Hey-" But I heard Qi Zehui subconsciously snort, twisted his waist, straightened, and directly used his strength to make a sideways somersault, and landed on Lin steadily, with extremely beautiful movements.

The practice on Kunlun Mountain back then was not in vain, and now he and Xiao are far more flexible than ordinary people. In addition, the "Getaway" he studied was originally an elegant and agile body, so if it wasn't done intentionally, such a thing as slipping and falling would basically not happen.

"Vice helmsman Qi, what a kung fu!" An Rushan and his party once again lost no time in admiring and praising them.

"Concession - concession!" Qi Zehui raised his hands without looking back, which was regarded as a farewell, so he opened his legs again, and walked to the wing room with one foot deep and one foot shallow by the moonlight.

An Rushan looked at Qi Zehui's distant back, and the smile on his face slowly retracted.

"In that case, Brother An, do we all want to drink again?" Wen Jie asked.

"Uh......" An Rushan, who was still standing upright a second ago, staggered at this time, waved his hand with a wry smile, and said:

"That's it for now, man, brother, I'm not strong enough to drink, not strong enough to drink!"

Wen Jie nodded, a contemptuous smile flashed in his eyes, but he also nodded.