In a cave in the belly of the mountain, a painful breathing sound suddenly sounded, and then a thin figure staggered out, and the little boy walked out with his legs, which were still a little painful, and walked out tremblingly.

Sima Yuan looked around, a little dazed and confused, and there was an extremely vague sense of vigilance and vigilance hidden in his eyes, and while he was thinking, a voice came from his ear above: "Your injuries have not healed yet, and you need to recuperate." ”

Sima Yuan suddenly raised his head, only to see a dead figure sitting in a depression above the secret cave, like a night candle lamp, and his breath was extremely low, as if he was going to die in the next moment.

After Sima Yuan looked at him for a while, he asked in a hoarse voice, "But the senior saved the kid?"

The withered shadow didn't answer, and said lightly: "Don't worry, I have already helped you solve those ants." ”

Sima Yuan was a little confused about the situation for a while, and after being slightly silent, he said: "Dozens of old and young women and children in the village have thanked their seniors for their great kindness, and thank you seniors for helping them eradicate those things that are inferior to pigs and dogs." The kid can't be repaid, please be worshiped by the kid!"

After speaking, he bowed down and kowtowed a few times, Sima Yuan thought that the other party would be as modest as the village master said, or casually say a few words of encouragement, no matter how bad it is, he will directly wave his hand to let him go.

Then, Xiao Sima Yuan didn't hear the expected words, but heard the withered shadow and said lightly: "Since you have the heart to repay your kindness for this time, and the old man really needs your help, after the matter is completed, your benefits will definitely be indispensable." Now that you have woken up, you should take care of your injuries in the future, and heal as soon as possible without delay!"

After hearing this, Sima Yuan wanted to ask carefully what was going on, and he needed to be a half-grown son, but when it came to his mouth, it became: "Seniors, rest assured, since the kid's life was saved by his predecessors, he will not hesitate to go to the soup and fire!"

The withered shadow was noncommittal, and slowly closed his eyes.

Seeing this, Sima Yuan's heart sank suddenly, and he understood that he had just come out of the wolf's den and entered the tiger's den.

Sima Yuan walked back to the place where he was lying with difficulty, learning from the mysterious withered figure to sit and recuperate, after closing his eyes and pretending to sleep, Sima Yuan bowed his head slightly, and under the dim light in this hole, his face became more and more pale and uncertain, without a trace of ruddyness, extremely weak.

At the same time, Sima Yuan's mind was also running rapidly, worrying about the safety of the ball, the skinny monkey and the wild flowers, while analyzing and thinking about his own situation.

It was more appropriate to ask or test through Fang Cai, he understood that the other party was not a good person to save himself from the hands of those soldiers and bandits, and maybe there was some bad intention.

However, Sima Yuan was puzzled, and what made Sima Yuan a little passive was that he hadn't even understood everything about the other party so far, who was it?

Is it an old man from a nearby village, or is it a master from one of those big cities, or is it some great man from a century-old family?

Sima Yuan racked his brains and couldn't figure out the identity of the other party, and where the force came from, suddenly, he suddenly gasped in his teeth, and he thought of a possibility!

Is it possible that the other party is a legendary martial arts master who is widely spread on the rivers and lakes?

Judging by his clothing, it was a kind of luxurious silk that Sima Yuan had never seen before, and even the clothes of the landlords he had the honor to see in the bazaar were far inferior, as if they were worlds apart.

Not to mention the other party's ability to save himself from those extremely arrogant bandits, and then kill them, especially since the other party was able to leave himself in this rock cave that he had never even been to with his thin body that seemed to blow the wind, so Sima Yuan dared to conclude more and more that the other party must be the master of the rivers and lakes described in those monsters.

However, Sima Yuandi couldn't figure out why the other party, a peerless master, needed the help of his little broken child, could it be to help collect the corpse and deal with the aftermath?

Sima Yuan shook his head, if he couldn't figure it out, he didn't want to, the top priority was to take care of his injuries, strive to go back as soon as possible, and then find the thin monkey them.

In the following days, Sima Yuan recovered more and more quickly with the help of the withered shadow old man throwing some magical wild fruits and herbs that exuded various aromas from time to time.

Sima Yuan was seriously injured that day under the vicious pursuit of the group of bandits, not to mention the serious injury on the leg for the time being, but the wound from the back every time he accidentally touched it, it was like a heartache, he couldn't help but sweat profusely, his teeth trembled, and it was more painful and unbearable than the cold wind of the cold winter moon.

Especially under the healing of those unknown wild fruits and herbs, in the early stage of recovery, in addition to the pain that penetrates deep into the bone marrow from time to time, there is also the slightest unbearable itching sensation, and the tortured Sima Yuan wants to reach out and scratch the edge of the wound several times, so as to relieve this abrasive feeling a little, but every time at this time, the withered old man will warn Sima Yuan extremely angrily: If he dares to move the wound, it will be difficult to heal, and he will definitely leave a heavy 'root' in the future!

Frightened, Sima Yuan had to grit his teeth, holding back and holding back, even if he really couldn't hold on, he would use the method of slapping himself hard, in order to attack the pain and relieve the itch with pain, regardless of whether it was effective or not, in order not to leave that kind of appalling horror 'root' in the future, Sima Yuan insisted on not scratching the itch for half a decade.

Perhaps it was his forbearance and dedication that made him finally see the blossoming and fruition, and the hideous wound on his back with a depth of about an inch was actually recovering faster and faster day by day at a speed visible to the naked eye, Sima Yuan was extremely happy, and his mood became more and more comfortable.

The old man with withered shadow saw that Sima Yuan's injuries were gradually improving, and he also showed a smile that he had not seen for a long time.

However, it was slightly different from Sima Yuan's somewhat clean and pure smile in that in addition to a faint smile, the withered shadow's eyes were mixed with a hint of fiery.

That kind of thing, it's called hope.

The hope of continuing to live.

Hundreds of miles southeast of Zhaoxian Peak, a shadow passed away in a flash, swept towards Zhaoxian Peak at a terrifying speed far beyond the extreme martial arts in the world, and easily flew to a distance of several zhang in an instant, and looked at its indifferent and calm appearance, obviously not its fastest speed, as if the leisurely meaning of leisurely walking in the mountains and rivers has reached such a state, if it does it with all its might, what kind of situation is it?

This fairy shadow, which does not exude the breath of the immortal family invisibly, is traveling in the direction of Zhaoxian Peak, where Sima Yuan and the withered shadow Dao people are located at this moment.

At this moment, Sima Yuan, who was a little happy in the secret cave, was chatting happily with the withered shadow senior, as if he had accumulated old friends and became a friend who had forgotten his years.

Sima Yuan asked the other party for some well-known secrets, and the withered shadow senior was also greeting him and caring for him.

After answering Sima Yuan's old old sesame seeds and rotten grains that he had racked his brains to search for and scrape his stomach, the old man asked softly, "How are you feeling today?"

Sima Yuan showed gratitude, and bowed: "The boy is grateful for the life-saving grace of the seniors, the great kindness of the seniors, the kid has nothing to repay, Sima Yuan swears here, after the kid returns home, he will definitely erect an immortal tablet for the seniors, praying for the longevity of the seniors, and longevity!"

The withered shadow suddenly laughed and said, "Okay, then I'll borrow your auspicious words, but the immortal tablet doesn't need to be enshrined, how can there be a reason to offer the immortal tablet to a dead person, don't you say?"

When Sima Yuan heard this, he was slightly stunned, as if he was still reacting to what the other party meant, but the old man with a withered shadow was covered in a black robe, and his powerful aura was shocking, and a thunderous sound instantly sounded in this secret cave, but there was not the slightest sound outside the cave.

At the same time, the withered shadow old man reached out a hand and stretched out it to Sima Yuan. At this moment, the clear meaning in the eyes of the withered shadow was no longer clear, it was red, full of greed, and he smiled madly in his mouth: "Since you have such a meaning to repay the grace of saving your life, then the old man will be an adult and satisfied with you, but the price is still your life!"

Sima Yuan suddenly recalled the slightest hint of something wrong at the beginning of the other party's move, but the uneasy omen became more and more blurred with the gradual recovery of his body, until this moment, in the face of the sudden attack of this 'life-saving benefactor', he was almost unprepared, it can be said that he had no intention of struggling, and watched himself being grabbed by the withered shadow like a chicken.

Sima Yuan's eyes were fierce and hideous, as if he was killing people and devouring them, and his seven orifices were bleeding, which was extremely terrifying.

At this moment, he could only make a defensive low posture and was unable to move, and was carried in front of him by an invisible powerful force of the opponent, and then he was shackled like a prisoner, as if there were countless powerful forces around him that were accumulating towards him, so that he was almost out of breath and on the verge of suffocation.

Neither the mayfly shaking the tree nor the mantis arm as a car is enough to describe the crisis encountered by Sima Yuan.

Nine deaths, even ten deaths!

For Sima Yuandi's resistance, the withered shadow didn't care, turned a blind eye, he reached out and tapped Sima Yuan's head, and said softly: "Don't waste your first-class cultivation position, concentrate and calm down, I want to give you a big opportunity!"

After saying that, he slowly closed his eyes, and kept spitting out the mantra and proverbs in his mouth, and countless words of Buddhism and Taoism appeared around Sima Yuan's side like a substance, and he continued to fly and jump around him, like a thing full of life, extremely lively and naughty, and then the rune Dao words began to rush straight to Sima Yuan's brain with a loud cry in the dry shadow, Sima Yuan's face suddenly turned hideous, nasal cavity, eye sockets, ears, The corners of his mouth began to burst black blood, and at the same time, Sima Yuan's body trembled suddenly, and his mouth let out extremely miserable and painful screams, as if it hurt to the bone marrow, and the pain to the depths of the immortal's soul.

The tadpole-like hieroglyphs streamed along a specific passageway, penetrating a mysterious and inexplicable place in Sima Yuan, and then cruising around as if they had moved to a new home.

At this time, if someone can look at the mysterious place in Sima Yuan's brain with his divine sense, he will definitely find that the golden light inside it is brilliant, golden and brilliant, as if the sun is shining, the heroes are gathered, and the stars are gathered like each exuding dazzling light, illuminating this place that is even more magnificent and magical than Sumeru mustard seeds.

After carefully surveying this newly approached place like a master, the active characters transformed into rune Dao recipes gradually began to fall silent, and suddenly after a few spins in Sima Yuan's mind, they slowly lowered their figures and stopped in this vast void dense place, waiting for the call of their master.

After the hieroglyphs settled completely, the withered shadow seemed to have completed some kind of mission, and suddenly there was a sense of relief and relaxation, but this idea was replaced by another crazy look almost instantly, full of triumph and rampant.

The fierce look in the withered shadow's eyes became more and more intense, and before the eyes were completely occupied by the reddening intent, the withered shadow's left hand suddenly slapped down on his head without warning, and then the moment before the skull was broken like a watermelon, the withered shadow suddenly roared angrily: "Old bald donkey, you should die!"

The sound of anger stopped abruptly, and the palm wind fell, and suddenly red and white things splashed out in all directions, all over the ground.

The thin, withered body of the withered shadow fell to the ground limply after the skull exploded, silent, without the slightest movement for a long time.

Suddenly, a wisp of black smoke as thick as cooking smoke slowly rose from the ground on top of an extremely broken blood clot, rising upward, but in a moment it was in mid-air, and then condensed into a tall and burly illusory body at a speed visible to the naked eye, with a towering head and horns, not angry and arrogant.

After the eyes of the illusory black shadow flickered for a while, it suddenly opened a pair of indifferent eyes like a line of heaven, indifferent, ruthless, cruel, bloodthirsty, and the ferocity in the eyes was almost indescribable, like the enemy of all things in the world.

The black shadow looked at Sima Yuan indifferently, and said lightly: "How long will Daoist friends be unconscious?"

Sima Yuan was indifferent and ignored it.

The black shadow let out a substantial laugh, not trying to wake up the person pretending to be asleep in front of him, the two of them 'lived and died together, and both suffered losses' for hundreds of years, and their respective temperaments and urine surnames were clear, and the familiar could not be more familiar.

The black shadow no longer woke up, he directly stretched out a virtual ink finger, and was about to press it lightly towards Sima Yuan, but Sima Yuan opened his eyes blankly as if he had just woken up, looking at the dangerous finger that was approaching quickly, 'Sima Yuan' hurriedly persuaded: "Stop!"

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