In a psychiatric rehabilitation hospital in Yinchuan, Dean Chen was taking several doctors and nurses on ward rounds, and when he walked to the door of ward 305, he asked a female nurse accompanying him: "Haven't the family members of bed 305 come yet?"

The little nurse pouted: "No......! It is said that her husband suddenly ran away from home and did not know where he went, and when she became ill, her son was still in college, but later he took a leave of absence from school and came back to go through the hospitalization procedures. ”

Dean Chen let out an "oh", gently pushed the door open and walked in.

The ward was a double room, and there were two female patients, a middle-aged and elderly woman with half-white hair sitting in a daze, and an elderly woman lying on the other bed.

Dean Chen walked up to the woman with half-white hair and shook it in front of her eyes with his hand: "Liu Yifang, do you still recognize me?"

Liu Yifang slowly raised her head, looked at Dean Chen in a daze, and said nothing.

"Since her son stopped coming to see her, he did this every day, and he didn't talk to anyone. The little nurse said, walked up to Liu Yifang and leaned down and asked, "Liu Yifang, where is your son?"

Liu Yifang turned her head to look at her, shook her head, and still didn't say a word.

Dean Chen asked, "What is her son's name, and how long has he been missing?"

"It seems to be called Wu Shijiu, I have been missing for a long time, and there is no money in the hospitalization account for a long time, I wonder if this person is missing. ”

"Have you reported the crime?"

"I don't know, she doesn't seem to have any relatives at home, and no one has ever visited her since she was hospitalized. Dean Chen, do you want to send her to the aid station?"

Dean Chen waved his hand: "Doctor benevolence, let's do our best." Maybe one day, her son will come back?"

Suddenly, Liu Yifang grabbed Dean Chen's hand and said loudly: "My son is not missing, he has gone to do great things!"

Her sudden move startled everyone, and several little nurses hurriedly rushed up to stop them, Dean Chen waved his hand and patiently leaned down to look at Liu Yifang: "Auntie, tell me, where did your son go?"

"My son...... My son went to 999 years ago, and he was going to do a great thing, to save the world!"

Some of the nurses in the ward burst out laughing.

Dean Chen was still very patient: "Oh, did he say when he would come back?

Liu Yifang listened, nodded slightly, and showed a proud smile on his face: "My son is a hero of the world, he will definitely succeed and will definitely come back to see me." ”

Dean Chen slowly stood up and looked at the little nurse: "Don't stop the medicine first, I'll report to the party committee of the hospital, and then give her a period of time, what if her son or her husband comes back one day?"

The little nurse nodded and recorded, and several people were about to turn away. Liu Yifang suddenly grabbed Dean Chen's hand: "Be careful, be careful of the child's father!"

Dean Chen was stunned: "Why should you be careful of him? What's wrong with him? Where is he now?"

Liu Yifang's eyes suddenly dodged: "Be careful, anyway, you have to be careful......"

No matter how much Dean Chen asked, she just repeated this sentence in her mouth. Dean Chen shook his head and led everyone out of the ward.

Outside the window, thunder rolls and a rainstorm is coming.

Wu Shijiu's mouthful of Zhiyang's blood coincidentally sprayed on Wu Ma Liangcuo's face, and the extremely corrosive power produced by Bi Fang's fire sac in the blood actually burned this tantric master alive, and everyone present was dumbfounded.

However, after being slapped with all the strength of the other party, Wu Shijiu was also seriously injured. At this moment, among the masters present, only the Ghost Emperor Yin Wuyang was unscathed.

Although there are still three points of jealousy of this young man in his heart, after all, the killing of the master and junior brother adds seven points of anger. He withdrew a slender soft sword from his waist, shook his wrist, and said with pity: "I see what other means you have? ”

Wu Shijiu suppressed the qi and blood in his chest, and pretended to be calm: "Mr. Yin, don't come unharmed, why don't you worship when you see your seniors here?"

Yin Wuyang suddenly remembered that he had recognized the wrong person tonight, and he had whispered to this young junior, and his heart was on fire.

"You're looking for death!"

As he spoke, his body rushed forward, and the soft sword danced with cold light in the sky, and came straight to Wu Shijiu.

The power of yin and yang of the Ghost Emperor has completely inherited the Tantric sect, which is feminine and ruthless. He knew that Wu Shijiu's moves, footwork, were too subtle, and this blow was even more powerful.

Wu Shijiu's body turned at will, his left foot stepped on the shock position, and his right foot retreated, which was worthy of avoiding the blade of the soft sword, holding the circle in his left hand and raising his right arm upward, and his index finger and thumb were locked in the shape of a lock to take the throat of Yin and Yang.

One move to defend the middle with the attack, and the anti-guest is the main one.

Yin and Yang were shocked, he had seen the opponent's skills, and knew that as long as he dodged, the opponent's backhand would be endlessly attacked.

At that moment, he took a deep breath, loosened his shoulders and pulled out his ribs, and his whole body was like a deflated skin that suddenly softened, weak and boneless.

The power of tantric yin and yang, pay attention to the combination of eight kinds of strength of "rolling, winding, wearing, shaking, inch, springing, drilling, and combining", the body is like a snake, when it is hard, it is a touch of fast, and when it is soft, it contains such a bow.

Wu Shijiu secretly admired in his heart, this person has obtained the true inheritance of the old monk of Tantric Buddhism, and he does have something extraordinary, he was injured in the front, and he was slow to act, and there was nothing he could do about it for a while.

The two of them fought back and forth for more than a dozen rounds, Wu Shijiu was about to step into the middle palace and leave his position to continue to attack, and suddenly his back was painful, and a chill from the wound dispersed into his limbs.

In an instant, the whole person was like falling into an ice cave, and the moves in his hand couldn't be handed out, as if there was a cold snake, with a thick chill roaming around the body, freezing so that his teeth were chattering, and even his limbs were gradually losing consciousness.

Yin Wuyang saw that his back move was not good, and his left elbow was slightly bent in his sleeve to hide his fist, which was a false trick to try, but he didn't expect to "snap" and hit Wu Shijiu's right shoulder, this time he only used five successful forces, Wu Shijiu stood unsteadily and fell to the sky.

The opportunity was fleeting, and Yin Wuyang shook the soft sword in his hand and stabbed at Wu Shijiu.

Seeing that the tip of the sword was about to pierce his throat, suddenly a breeze hit behind him, and he was about to dodge in a wrong step, when something hit the back of his shoulder, pushing him forward and stumbling forward, almost falling, and the sword stabbed into the air.

Yin Wuyang's heart was on fire, and when he turned his head to look, he saw a veteran picking up half a leg of mutton from the ground, wiping the floating soil on it with his greasy sleeves, and said vaguely in his mouth: "Ah, it's a pity, the freshly roasted leg of lamb fell into the soil, how can you eat this." ”

This veteran is not young, he looks like a man in the barracks, with a red nose and a disheveled white beard hanging on his lips, and he hasn't trimmed it for a long time, his eyes narrowed into a slit, just looking at the leg of mutton in his hand intently, Yin Wuyang thought it was just a scattered soldier, and he didn't care, he turned around and stabbed Wu Shijiu with a sword.

Wu Shijiu struggled to stand up, the chill on his body surged one after another, and the power of yin and yang left in Wu Ma Liangcuo's body was wringing with his own internal force, and it was very difficult to move a little finger. Seeing that the opponent is stabbing with a sword again, there is no way to avoid it.

Leng Buding stretched out half a leg of mutton from behind Yin Wuyang and stuffed it directly into his mouth.

It's still the same veteran just now.

Mo said that it was an ordinary person, that is, an ordinary martial arts person, it was very difficult to get close to the Ghost Emperor within a zhang, not to mention stuffing a leg of mutton directly into his mouth, if this was stuffed into a blade, where would there be life?

Yin Wuyang was shocked, and jumped out of the way three feet away, only then did he remember that he still had a leg of mutton in his mouth, and quickly spit it out, and said angrily: "What kind of person?

Before the leg of mutton hit the ground, he saw a figure flashing, and the old soldier was already standing in front of him, holding half a leg of lamb in his hand, and looked at him with a smile: "How is it?

Yin Wuyang's surprise was not trivial, and before he could think about it, he pushed through his left arm, raised his hand and slapped it with a palm.

The old soldier turned around, and actually stood side by side with him, and slapped his palm forward like him, only to hear two bangs, and two big holes were smashed on the ground. It's just that the veteran's palm power came first, and the pit smashed out was more than twice as large as Yin Wuyang's.

"Look, did I learn it right? Is your yin and yang palm so powerful?"

The veteran looked at Yin Wuyang with a smile, picked up the leg of mutton and took a bite of it beautifully, felt that something was wrong, and spit it out again: "Bah, this side was bitten by you just now, and I forgot about it." ”

Yin Wuyang let out a long roar, the soft sword in his right hand shook, and the sword move rushed over like a storm, and he couldn't wait to put the opponent to death immediately.

The old soldier waved his hands around: "Ah, please eat a leg of mutton and don't want to, kill someone...... Killing, old ghost killing......"

He shouted as he dodged clumsily left and right, strange to say, every sword stabbed by Yin Wuyang was worthy of passing him.

Wu Shijiu slowly got up at this time, and could see from the side that although the footwork of this veteran was not as mysterious as the Nine Palaces Flying Steps, it was also staggered in six directions, and there were many changes, and in an instant, a figure came and went, like a ghost.

After dozens of moves, the veteran seemed to be able to predict the opponent's moves, and would always wait for the opponent half a step ahead.

After fighting for more than a dozen moves, the veteran shouted: "Let's not fight, isn't it good to eat a leg of mutton?"

As he spoke, he tore off a piece of lamb shank, moved slightly under his feet, and waited in advance in the direction of Yin Wuyang's move.

Yin Wuyang became more and more frightened the more he fought, seeing that his move was almost sent to the door to be beaten, he was just about to change his move, and suddenly his mouth was greasy, and he was stuffed with a piece of lamb leg.

He hurriedly spit out the mutton in his mouth, and handed it out with the next move, but he knew that there was a fishy thing in his mouth, and another piece of meat was stuffed in, and he just wanted to spit it out, but he was covered by a greasy hand, and pressed it on his Lianquan acupoint, and the piece of mutton slid down his throat into his abdomen, and then how could he spit it out?

Everyone present could see that this veteran was clearly a master of the world, but he was just pretending to be confused. With the ability of yin and yang, he was like a juggler in front of him, allowing him to be teased.

Seeing that the move could not be cheapened, Yin Wuyang withdrew the soft sword from his waist, exhaled and pushed forward with his palms, and saw a deep ditch crack on the ground, and the stones all over the ground flew into the air along with the falling arrows.

The veteran smiled: "Jinmu and Tudu...... Hehe, the old ghost is going to work hard? Maybe it's been a long time since I've used spiritual arts, so I'll play with you today. As he spoke, he slowly rolled up his sleeves, bit the half-eaten leg of lamb in his mouth, clapped his hands, and made a flat push gesture.

Yin Wuyang shouted, his palms brought a gust of yin wind and pushed forward, and the stones and arrows flying in the air seemed to be full of the power of the bowstring and shot towards the veteran, and the deep ditch on the ground cracked all the way, winding in the direction of the veteran, and the speed was extremely fast.

All the Ha Huang warriors present had their faces colored, and they couldn't believe that there was such a kung fu in the world.

I saw that the veteran's palms were rounded, opening and closing up and down, his arms shook violently, and a wall of qi appeared in the air, slowly advancing in a pentagonal shape, and the flying stones and arrows hit the qi wall and fell one after another, and the cracked deep ditch actually miraculously closed.

Slowly, the qi wall advanced in front of Yin and Yang, standing still. Yin Wuyang took a step back, and the qi wall pushed forward a step forward, and a sense of oppression that he had never felt before came to his face, forcing him to almost breathe, and the power of yin and yang in his body was also chaotic, and he didn't listen to the call. After a moment of stalemate, a pair of legs almost unsteady on their feet, sweating profusely and raining down.