The firewood door of the Orchid Garden was closed, and apart from the outside, I could smell the fragrance of flowers, and I couldn't hear the slightest sound inside. Yang Andao's face was sallow, and beads of sweat the size of beans were rolling down his face. Yang Andao, who was half-lying, was trying to support his upper body with his elbows, but it was obvious that after shaking for a while, Yang Andao gave up the struggle and lay down completely.

Xi Wuhan saw this scene next to him with a bowl of water, and went to help him in a panic, but was stopped by Yang Andao's eyes.

"I'm injured this time, I'm afraid it's hard to get better, Tan Zongzi is worthy of a generation of grandmasters. But no matter what, I have to stand up, I can't be a burden to others, even if I lose my martial arts, I can't be a burden to others. ”

Yang Andao's words were intermittent, and it seemed that every time he spoke, he had to accumulate a lot of strength. I don't know why, Xi Wuhan listened to these words, and a sadness suddenly surged from the bottom of his heart, and he couldn't help but redden.

Xi Wuhan hurriedly comforted softly: "Daoist, relax, the master will definitely be able to think of a way, you don't talk about it now, don't let your true anger leak out." ”

Yang Andao smiled miserably at Xi Wuhan, closed his eyes and didn't speak again. He was injured many times, and he knew very well in his heart, fortunately, he protected his heart, otherwise, where would he still have the strength to live until now?

Duan Baoji sat in the inner room, the whole inner room was in a mess, and there were books scattered on the ground. Duan Baoji flipped through them one by one, searched them one by one, and her anxious look was all printed on her solemn face.

Duan Baoji kept flipping through the book while muttering to herself: "Cousin, if you hold on, I will definitely find a way to save you, I will definitely be able to." I'm not going to let you be okay, and you're not going to be okay, you have to hold on, I'll find it soon. ”

As she flipped through the pages of one book after another, Duan Baoji became more and more irritable, and the look of disappointment slowly piled up on her face. In the end, Duan Baoji sat weakly in a pile of messes, her hands drooping weakly, her empty eyes, and two lines of tears silently flowed down.

In the backyard of Dangshan Temple, a fat old man stood silently in front of the tombs of Xi Zhen and Pei Feng, his expression solemn, and his lips kept shaking against the cold wind.

The old man was about fifty or sixty years old, but his hair had already turned white, and his face was full of wrinkles, depicting the vicissitudes of time. He was dressed in a washed, white, coarse cloth garment, tattered, but the cuffs were shiny and slippery. The breeze was like a blade, blowing the old man's face, and the old man slowly squatted down and looked at the tombstone for a while:

"Feng girl, you finally got your wish, stinky boy, you lie here, I haven't even been able to see you for the last time. It's good that you lie here and rest in comfort, but what are you going to do with these old people who are still alive? ”

The old man took out a wine gourd from his waist, and a chicken leg from his cuff, put it in front of the tombstone, and after spilling a burst of wine, he raised his head again and drank the remaining wine in the gourd.

After drinking, the old man buried the wine gourd in front of the tombstone, squinted at the tombstone, and suddenly stretched out his right index finger while he was a little drunk, and carved two words on the tombstone with his index finger next to the tombstone.

"What kind of person? This is Tallinn of Dangshan Temple, where the relics of the senior monks of my Dangshan Temple are enshrined. Who are you to dare to break into my Dangshan Temple in Tallinn. ”

With an angry shout, two eyebrow sticks struck behind the old man. After the two warrior monks threw the Qi Mei stick, they jumped together, and hit the old man's back with four palms at the same time.

These two warrior monks are the disciples of Wuji Zen Master - Huiming and Huikong, and they are among the best among the Hui characters of Dangshan Temple. After Daguo escorted Ying Wen to Lanruo Temple, Huiming and Huikong became the pioneers of protecting the temple. The two of them were surprised when they saw an old man appear in Tallinn, although the Dangshan Temple is not an impregnable wall, but it is not just a person who can break in, let alone Houshan Tallinn.

Hui Ming and Hui Kong didn't know whether the old man in front of them was friend or foe, so they took the lead in tentative attacks. When the Qi Mei stick swept towards the old man, the two of them did not use all their strength.

The old man didn't look back, as soon as his right hand left the tombstone, he waved his hand and swept behind him, grabbed two eyebrow sticks, and threw the sticks out, counterattacking at Huiming and Huikong.

Hui Ming and Hui Kong were shocked, this old man didn't even look back, he could still grab the stick he threw with one hand, and what was even more terrifying was that he could still fight back. The two of them are proud disciples of Wuji, and they have also done their best to pass on the true inheritance of Wuji, although their internal strength is slightly inferior, but even if they are put on the rivers and lakes, the two of them will not be taken into account by ordinary masters.

It's just that the old man in front of him is too terrifying, which makes Huiming and Huikong have to regain their spirits, so when they palm again, the strength in their hands unconsciously increased a few points.

When the old man heard the palm wind coming, he quickly turned around, still using his right hand, and greeted Huiming and Huikong with one palm. The old man shot extremely fast, so fast that even Huiming and Huikong didn't have time to react. The old man's single palm was as fast as the wind, and there were four crisp applause, and Hui Ming and Hui Kong couldn't bear it, and their bodies slammed backwards.

Fortunately, the old man did not use all his strength, and Huiming and Huikong turned over sharply in the air, and after unloading more than half of their strength, they could fall to the ground. The old man struck a blow, but did not continue to make a move, and mourned the sky with a long roar, jumped up, and after a few ups and downs, he disappeared into the distance.

The whistling sound was like the deafening sound of the waves in the rolling torrent, so that Huiming and Huikong had to cover their ears and use their internal strength to resist each other, so that they could not be deafened by the whistling. After the old man and the whistling disappeared, Huiming and Huikong let go of their hands, and the two looked at each other, both of them feeling incredible.

This old man's martial arts cultivation is too terrifying, and his internal strength is so profound that I am afraid that even Daguo is inferior, not to mention the two masters of Wuyi and Wuji. But who is this person? Who should it be? Hui Ming and Hui Kong were puzzled, so they slowly came to the place where the old man was standing just now, and perhaps they could find some clues.

Coming to the tombstone, Huiming's eyes swept over the tombstone, and at the same time, his heart was shocked, pointing to the tombstone, and he couldn't even speak. Seeing Huiming's expression, Huikong hurriedly looked at the place of his finger, and when he got on the spot, he was stunned and frightened, not knowing what to say.

Huikong saw that someone had carved two deep words on the tombstone with his fingers - He Xiong. There is such a deep internal force in this world, and it is actually possible to carve words on stones with a pen of reference. But when they saw the name engraved, they were also relieved, if there was anyone in this world who could carve words on stone with their fingers, it would probably be the only name He Xiong.

It's just that He Xiong has disappeared from the rivers and lakes for ten years, how could he suddenly appear and suddenly appear in Dangshan Temple? Huiming and Huikong were puzzled, but at least the two of them still understood that if this old man was really He Xiong, then with his friendship with Xi Zhen, it would definitely not be unfavorable to him.

Huang Shan walked and ran all the way to Lanyuan, and when he saw Xi Wuhan again, the little girl's face flashed with great excitement. Huang Shan couldn't help but sigh secretly: "Sure enough, it is a place to cultivate sentiment." Seeing Xi Wuhan again, Huang Shan felt that this little girl had grown into a down-and-out and generous girl, and she hadn't seen her for half a month, and such a big change had taken place, so Huang Shan couldn't help but take a few more sneak peeks.

Xi Wuhan was very excited, holding Huang Shan's hand and chattering non-stop, which made Huang Shan very embarrassed, and his face instantly turned red to the base of his neck. Xi Wuhan felt that it didn't matter, he hadn't seen his relatives for half a month, and there was always something to say.

Seeing Yang Andao, Xi Wuhan quieted down, and from a distance, he only saw Yang Andao lying on the collapse, Duan Baoji waiting aside, and the two kept talking something.

Yang Andao's eyes were like fire, and he said intermittently with a smile on his face: "Cousin, although I am seriously injured today, I am extremely happy at the moment. If I had known that this was the case, I really wished I had been injured earlier, so that I could have looked at my cousin like this earlier, and was with my cousin. ”

Duan Baoji was ashamed and angry, but she couldn't get angry, she just choked and said, "Why didn't your mouth hurt?" You deserve it, you should have let Tan Zongzi's bald donkey smash your mouth too." ”

Yang Andao coughed a few times, Duan Baoji was so frightened that her face turned pale, and she hurriedly patted Yang Andao's chest gently. Yang Andao took advantage of the situation and grabbed the pair of jade hands, Duan Baoji did not resist, but just let Yang Andao grab his hand and put it on his beating chest.

For some reason, Duan Baoji felt the warmth on Yang Andao's hands and chest, and unconsciously, the scene was girlish, and her face flushed with shame. Yang Andao looked at the jade man in front of him stupidly, and the admiration in his eyes burst out at this moment, although it was not as vigorous as that of young boys and girls, but it was also like a trickle, endless, soft and docile.

Duan Baoji was immersed in a trickle, and then a thought burst out in his mind: his injuries were too serious, he had searched all the classics, and he had not found a way to treat his injuries, could it be that the love of these decades was going to end at this moment? Thinking about it, two lines of hot tears once again burst out of his eyes, dripping on Yang Andao's hands, like pearls and jades falling to the ground, falling into several petals.

How could Yang Andao not know what he was thinking at this moment? He shook Duan Baoji's hand and said weakly: "Cousin, you don't have to worry, the so-called life and death are fate, I have already seen through this. No matter when I die, as long as I die with dignity, as long as I have time with you, even if I die immediately, I have no regrets. It's just that I can't accompany you through the last years of your life, I, I'm sorry for you. ”

Duan Baoji suppressed the grief in her heart and shouted softly: "Yang Andao, what are you talking about? You were cowardly and escaped back then, but now you still want to escape? Do you want to use death to escape?"

Yang Andao felt a pang of grief in his heart, this grief affected internal injuries, and after a burst of coughing, Yang Andao gasped for breath, and beads of sweat rolled down from his sallow face again.