"Wake up, thank goodness, you always count as waking up......"

Vaguely, Wu Shijiu heard a child's voice, barely opened his eyes and looked, and saw a short monk supporting him, holding a bowl of medicinal juice. The monk looked like a teenager, but his face was wrinkled and his eyes were shining.

He wanted to struggle to get up, but a heart-rending pain in his chest penetrated his internal organs, and he tried to mobilize his breath, only to feel that his whole body was soft, and his true qi was scattered everywhere, and he did not obey the call.

"You...... Who are you, and where am I?"

The monk hehehe: "Mr. Baiyun's apprentice will also be beaten up like this. ”

Wu Shijiu heard his stiff accent, and he spoke upside down, and wanted to ask something more, but he opened his mouth, but he couldn't make a sound. Suddenly, there was a bitterness in his mouth, it turned out that he had been poured into the decoction, and after only a few sips, he fainted again.

In my sleep, I only felt that I was in a sea of fire, surrounded by flames rising to block the way. He raised his eyes and looked around, and suddenly saw Nalan Chunni standing not far away looking at him.

"Chunni, why are you here?"

But no matter how Wu Shijiu asked, Nalan Chunni just looked at him indifferently. Suddenly, a gust of wind blew, and the flames around him turned into an ocean, and a small boat swayed in, and a girl in white on the boat turned her back to her.

"Xixi? Is it you?"

No matter how Wu Shijiu shouted, the girl just turned her back and didn't say a word. Another gust of wind blew, and a strong light tore a hole in the sky, and monsters such as Bi Fang, Xiangliu, and Silverfish swarmed out, and for a moment there was a cry and wailing around them.

"Don't, don't do that...... Who's going to help me...... Senior Brother, Senior Jin, Master ......"

I don't know how long later, Wu Shijiu woke up again, his body was shaking, there was a sound of water all around, as if he was sleeping in a boat, he hurriedly got up, but this time he was able to sit up on his own, but his chest still had a faint pain.

Looking around, he was indeed in the cabin of a small boat, and when he opened the cabin curtain, he saw a boatman wagging oars at the stern of the boat, and the sound of water was murmuring. When I saw him come out, I nodded and smiled at him.

Wu Shijiu was just about to ask, but he heard someone on the shore shouting: "Don't let him run away, straight mother thief, stole our gang leader's three immortal ginseng, but let's see where to run this time." ”

Suddenly, the bow of the ship trembled slightly, and it seemed that someone had jumped up. Wu Shijiu got out of the cabin and saw that it was the monk who had fed him the decoction before, this person was short, and he stood up to his chest, but there was a long knife hanging from his waist, almost exceeding his height.

The boat was dozens of feet away from the shore, and he was able to jump there, and this light skill alone was not comparable to ordinary masters. The people on the shore were all five big and three thick, all wearing yellow cedar black pants, and they seemed to belong to the same gang, probably because they were not doing their work, and they scolded and shouted from afar.

Leng Buding shot a feather arrow, the monk stretched out his hand, held the arrow steadily, looked carefully, saw that the arrow was faintly glowing with blue light, shook his head and said: "The little thief Mao hurt people with poisonous arrows, not a good person, return you." ”

With a flick of his hand, the arrow made a sharp whistle and plunged into the shoulders of the archer with a pop.

According to the current measurement and conversion, the boat is at least 100 meters away from the shore, and the opponent can shoot arrows to such a long distance with a hard bow, this brute force is already amazing. The monk took the arrow empty-handed, and threw it casually, and the force was far beyond the power of the bowstring ejection, so frightened that everyone on the shore retreated and did not dare to release the arrow again, but just shouted and cursed.

"Are you awake? Do you know how long you've been asleep?"

The monk saw Wu Shijiu get out of the cabin, took out a wooden box from his arms and threw it over, Wu Shijiu took it and opened it, inside was an old ginseng that had become a human shape, it looked like it had all the eyebrows, eyes, mouth and nose, even the fingers and toes were clearly visible, almost a miniature doll.

"That's what you're eating these days, it's very precious, it's a treasure of the Water Dragon Gang, it can rise and fall back to death...... No, how do you say that?"

"Is it coming back to life?" Wu Shijiu saw that he had to think about every word he said for a long time, guessing that this person was not from the Central Plains.

"Yes, yes, yes, come back to life! The words of the Song people are very troublesome to go around, and they always chew on the words. ”

Wu Shijiu was having a stomach to ask, but saw that the monk was holding a knife in his left hand, and pinched his right hand and said: "The soldiers are all arrayed in front", after speaking, he jumped into the water, the cold light under the water flashed, and then surfaced and laughed: "The little thief Mao wants to sneak attack from the water, not my opponent, martial arts are not good, very bad." ”

As he spoke, he jumped out of the water and landed lightly on the boat, but he didn't get a single water stain on his body. More than a dozen people in the water swam away in fright, not daring to come any closer.

Wu Shijiu saw him get into the water with his own eyes, and he fought with people under the water, and when he jumped out of the water, his body was not wet, so he opened his mouth wide in shock, and said for a long time: "You...... How did you do that?"

The monk laughed: "Your apprentice of Mr. Baiyun can also ask me what I am doing." ”

He walked to Wu Shijiu's side, took the wooden box and took out the ginseng: "Bite it and swallow it in your stomach, it will heal very much." Then, without saying anything, he stuffed the ginseng into Wu Shijiu's mouth.

The old ginseng was spicy with a bit of sweetness, and after a few chews, a warm current slowly rose from the dantian. Wu Shijiu didn't dare to be careless, and hurriedly sat down and crossed his knees. This medicinal herb is really magical, like a needle thread, guiding the hot qi of the dantian to wander around the body, looking for the true qi that is scattered in all corners of the body, and fusing it into one when it finds a place. After only a cup of tea, this warm current accumulated more and more, and it ran along the eight veins of the Qi Jing for several weeks, and slowly returned to the dantian. Wu Shijiu opened his eyes, and suddenly felt refreshed, and the pain of the blockage in his chest was much lighter.

"Dare to ask the master, who is the senior master, why did he save me?"

"How can you say this......" The monk scratched his head, revealing a look of embarrassment: "I have to say a lot of things, I'm afraid it won't be easy to say......"

He looked around, saw a small stove in the stern of the boat, reached out and took out a few burnt charcoals, took off his gray-white coat and spread it on the deck, and drew it stroke by stroke.

First, he drew two villains, who seemed to be competing, he pointed at Wu Shijiu and said, "This is you, that is the old man, you ...... Fight...... Isn't that right?"

Wu Shijiu recalled that before he lost consciousness, he had indeed fought with an old man in black, nodded and said, "Yes, I remember that the old man Jin called him Hei Yueming, and he must be one of the three masters." ”

The monk continued to paint, and it looked like a woman was being pulled by a group of people, and he looked at Wu Shijiu, hehe, "This is your woman, isn't it?" Hehe, she cares about you very much, but they don't let her care about you, and they take her away......"

Wu Shijiu chuckled in his heart: "Arrested, where was she arrested?"

The monk shook his head again and again: "I haven't finished speaking, don't interrupt me." ”

Then he drew two more people, who seemed to be also competing, one of them was short, with a long knife hanging from his waist, and he was drawing himself, while the other was Hei Yueming.

"This man is very bad, and there is a villain in him. I ......" said and pointed to the person with the knife in the painting, and then pointed at Wu Shijiu and said: "Avenge you and beat him!"

Wu Shijiu was stunned: "This person has three hands on his body, but it's not so easy to deal with, right?"

"No, no, you're not right, he has a villain in him, a very small person, hiding here. As he spoke, he patted his chest.

Wu Shijiu finally understood that the villain he was talking about might be a short person hidden in Hei Yueming's body, and when he faced off with someone, he suddenly made a mistake and hurt people. It's just that Hei Yueming's skills are so deep that he was included in the three unique hands in the world, but this short monk said "beating him" so lightly, and I don't know if he was talking big.

Seeing that Wu Shijiu understood, the monk continued to paint, but this time the painting was a scuffle between two groups of people, and he himself went to help Wu Shijiu who was lying on the ground.

"I, save you. Because your kung fu is Mr. Baiyun's...... That's. I only serve one person, that is, Mr. Bai Yun, and later I met Liu Zizai, and we met at first sight...... That, the old man, he is also Mr. Baiyun'...... Hey, it's not good, anyway, because of Mr. Bai Yun, I want to save you. ”

Wu Shijiu thought to himself, it turned out that this person admired Mr. Bai Yun very much, and saw that I used the Innate Twelve Styles, Aiwu and Wu.

"Thank you seniors for saving me, but where are my friends? ”

"I only saved you, where they went, I don't know. ”

Wu Shijiu thought to himself that this person's ability to express himself was limited, and he was afraid that he would not be able to ask for any effective information if he asked. Although he wanted to find the fat man, his injuries were not healed, and he was powerless.

After saying these words for a long time, the monk's face was already red, thinking that he kept using his brain to think about how to express it, he didn't speak Chinese very well, he could only compare and draw, Wu Shijiu could also see it, suddenly remembered something, quickly took out the "Huxuan Heart Sutra" from his arms, turned to the last page, and found the name.

"Is your name Gainteichi?"

The monk originally looked at Wu Shijiu with a smile, but suddenly his eyes widened and said, "Yes, yes, I'm Jia Yin Zheyi, how do you know?"

"Mr. Bai Yun's book mentions you, saying that you and Master Yi Ran came from Dongying to the Xuanzhong Temple of the Song Dynasty to exchange Buddhism, you like martial arts, and you have defeated many people. ”

Jia Yinzhe's eyes lit up and he looked excited: "Yes, yes, you know, you know that Mr. Bai Yun knows." He rubbed his hands together and didn't know what to do, and suddenly his legs kicked and "swished" out like a small meatball.

At this time, a piece of advection fog on the river surface came slowly, overflowing the green hills on the shore, climbing up and then draining down along the water surface, like a fairyland, Jia Yinzhe grabbed the handle of the long knife with one hand, stepped on the back of the knife with both feet, and slapped the water surface with the other hand, the knife was like a boat full of wind, chopping the waves and moving forward rapidly, dividing the advection fog attached to the water surface into a Taiji pattern, and then he took the long knife and jumped on the bow of the boat, happy like a child.

"Hey, do you think I don't look like Mr. Bai Yun's Taiji diagram?"

"Like, it's very similar. ”

"Hahaha...... I'm so glad Mr. Baiyun knows me!"

When the boatman saw the little monk flying around like ribbed wings, he was so surprised that he forgot to shake the oars. Wu Shijiu secretly admired in his heart, this person was able to defeat the heroes and heroes of the Central Plains martial arts back then, and he was indeed outstanding.

In fact, in the book "Hug Xuan Heart Sutra", Mr. Bai Yun only wrote one line of small words at the end: "In the eighth year of Taiping Xingguo, the monk of Dongying took his disciples Chengsuan, Zuoyi, and Jiayinren to visit Xuanzhong Temple. The slightest mention of the name of Kain Tetsuichi made him so excited, which shows the weight of Mr. Bai Yun in his heart.