Walking on the road, Mu Chunyang limped, almost fainted several times, but Chen Zhenghua helped him several times, walked all the way, counted Mu Chunyang all the way, walked for a quarter of an hour when he came, and walked for nearly three quarters of an hour when he went back, but it seems that the injury is not light, otherwise it would not be so.

After walking for a long time and barely returning to the house, Si Yan, who opened the door, was taken aback when he saw Mu Chunyang's appearance, but Mu Chunyang said to Si Yan: "Don't let the master know that I look like this, otherwise I will kill you." "A gatekeeper naturally knows what to do, he will never joke with his own life, and his head is like pounding garlic.

Mu Chunyang hid from others along the way, and only a few people saw Mu Chunyang's appearance, but Mu Chunyang was scared, fortunately he didn't touch his Lao Tzu, otherwise he couldn't explain it clearly, and finally returned to his room.

After returning to the room, Mu Chunyang's medicine was almost boiled, and ordered a few subordinates to bring a large basin, the basin was filled with hot water, Mu Chunyang's medicine was also cured, and the medicine was boiled into ointment, Mu Chunyang turned those ointments into water, and suddenly hesitated when he was about to enter the bath tub, I guess he still felt that it was not safe, because the three medicinal materials could kill him casually, although he believed in the dream, but there was still some fear, so he cringed and stretched out a finger into the potion, just touched it, there was a strong stinging pain in the finger, and when the finger was stretched out, only a bone remained, all the flesh on his fingers was corroded.

When the fingers became like this, Mu Chunyang was jumped, if the whole person went in, wouldn't there be only one bone frame left, Mu Chunyang's face was extremely distorted, one was the pain in his hands, and the other was the anger of being deceived and all kinds of losses, although he was rich now, but he was beaten, and he wasted a finger, everyone was aggrieved. This time Mu Chunyang is no longer simply greeting the old Taoist, if he sees him again, Mu Chunyang will definitely let the other party return it tenfold, and directly throw him into the potion and turn him into a pile of white bones.

At this time, Mu Chunyang was both angry and painful, but what he didn't notice was that the finger was slightly red, which seemed to be a little unusual.

There's no way, it's come to this, and it's useless to get angry, but it's good that the whole person didn't jump in, otherwise it would be really gone, and it would be an unfortunate blessing.

Mu Chunyang was about to go out and ask a few people to move the pot of potion out, so he limped to the door, but before Mu Chunyang walked to the door, the door was automatically opened, and then a scarlet blood wind blew, Mu Chunyang was directly blown to the ground, and before Mu Chunyang stood up, a blood-red sword qi split his head and face, Mu Chunyang was directly slashed on his right leg by a sword, cutting out a huge hole, blood kept gushing out, and the wound on his right leg was deep and bone-seeing.

Mu Chunyang sat on the ground, screaming in pain, tears and sweat continued to drip down, and then a blood-red aura floated by, and a man in blood clothes with unkempt hair appeared in front of Mu Chunyang, to be precise, it should appear in front of Mu Chunyang again, because this person is Mo Lingtao, the strong pain made Mu Chunyang's vision blurred, and it took him a long time to see the person in front of him clearly, when he saw him again, Mu Chunyang was surprised, angry, regretful, surprised that he didn't die, angry that he killed Chen Zhenghua, and regretted not breaking him into pieces.

Mo Lingtao leaned down, half-squatted on the ground, raised Mu Chunyang's head with one hand, and said in a provocative tone: "I'm surprised that I'm not dead?" I'm also surprised, but I'm surprised that you're not scared when you see me?"

Mu Chunyang spat out a mouthful of saliva, but he was suddenly overwhelmed by Mo Lingtao, Mo Lingtao got up, put his sword on Mu Chunyang's neck and said, "Xiaoyue and Hong'er were killed by you." ”

Although Mu Chunyang didn't know who Xiao Yue was, he didn't have to guess that it was the second lady, and as for Hong'er, it was their son, the prodigal young master. Mu Chunyang knew that with the other party's skills, but he still wanted to delay the time, so he sneered: "It was Lao Tzu who asked my father to kill those two miscellaneous pieces, what can you do, come and kill me, come on, come on, poke Lao Tzu to death with a sword!"

Mo Lingtao smiled coldly, he could have such an unfathomable cultivation, he would definitely not be a stupid person, how could he be played with by a junior, the reason why he sneered was that he had already seen through Mu Chunyang's tricks, and he just wanted to provoke himself, but the more this was the case, the more he would not be easy to give a pleasure, but would torture him ruthlessly, making him worse than dead, so as to delay time and wait for the people who came to the Prime Minister's Mansion to save his life.

For a ruthless person like Mo Lingtao, such a little trick can only deceive a fool who has no brains, countless people have died in his hands, and after killing people for so long, he naturally understands a truth: stupid people die from talking too much.

Mu Chunyang looked at the sneer on Mo Lingtao's face, thinking that he could delay a little longer, but the next moment, the blood-clothed man's actions taught him a hard lesson, Jiang was still old and spicy.

The blood-clothed man raised the blood-colored long sword in his hand high and stabbed at Mu Chunyang's eyebrows without hesitation, this guy wanted to understand Mu Chunyang directly with a sword.

At this time, the golden light flashed, Chen Zhenghua unexpectedly gave the blood-clothed man a blow, but Chen Zhenghua's soul returned to the level of ordinary people, almost no cultivation, it was not painful for Mo Lingtao, but he was taken by surprise and took a few steps back, Mo Lingtao has always been indifferent, and he didn't think that Chen Zhenghua was not dead yet, just a sword, Chen Zhenghua's soul suffered a heavy blow again, and was directly sucked back by Long Yuan, it is estimated that his life was hanging by a thread again, and he was almost gone.

After dealing with this little episode, Mo Lingtao walked towards Mu Chunyang again, Mu Chunyang was unable to escape death after all, this time, no one could save him, Mu Chunyang's eyes were huge, and he glared at Mo Lingtao viciously, this time a sword came down, and the tip of the sword was against Mu Chunyang's eyebrows, and it did not fall. But Mu Chunyang's eyes were dark, and he fainted directly.

Mo Lingtao was a little surprised, but he still increased the strength in his hand, wanting to kill with a sword, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't stab down, Mo Lingtao waved the sword and slashed directly with a blood-colored sword qi, but the next moment, Mu Chunyang's surroundings shone with gray light, to be precise, it should be a Mu Chunyang as the center, and there was chaos around, and then a sound of a sharp sword unsheathed sounded, and the surrounding chaos turned into countless gray flying swords, followed by a flurry of random dancing, a small house, but there were no less than a thousand swords flying in the air, and the flying sword slashed Mo Lingtao into a bloody man in an instant, Mo Lingtao wielded sword qi, but he was stabbed by a flying sword one by one, but he was seriously injured by a flying sword, there was no way, a blood light shone, and Mo Lingtao disappeared directly.

The flying sword flew for a long time, and after Mo Lingtao walked away, he didn't stop, countless swords scurried around, destroying the small room, and with a bang, the wooden house collapsed directly, and when the people who came because they heard the crying and wailing sound1, Mu Chunyang had already been buried under the collapsed house, and everyone hurriedly began to move the tiles and wood on the house to see if Mu Chunyang was pressed underneath, if this was really the case, they probably wouldn't survive.

When the house collapsed, the surrounding flying swords gradually dissipated, and the bathtub was crushed by the collapsed roof, but fortunately, it was covered on Mu Chunyang's body, and it also prevented Mu Chunyang from being crushed to death, maybe it was providence, maybe it was providence.

The bathtub was overturned, and all the potions in it were sprinkled on the ground, sprinkled on Mu Chunyang's body, at the beginning, Mu Chunyang came into contact with the potion, and suddenly made a clanging sound, and the skin on his body disappeared all of a sudden, revealing bright red flesh, and after a while, the flesh and blood were also corroded, leaving only the bones with a faint red light, as time went by, the red light on the bones became more and more vivid, and then the red light on the bones was like silk threads, gradually wrapping the entire skeleton, and then the red lines kept wriggling, like earthworms, intertwined with each other, forming flesh and blood, and finally skin slowly appeared on the flesh, and after nearly an hour, that's it, Mu Chunyang turned from flesh and blood into a skeleton, and then from the skeleton back to flesh and blood.

Only this time, Mu Chunyang's skin is more delicate and shiny than before, just like a newborn baby, but such skin seems to be a little indestructible.

The subordinates outside dug for two hours, and finally saw a bath barrel, and when they turned the bath bucket up, they found that their young master was lying under the bath barrel, and several subordinates hurriedly carried the young master on their backs and found a house to settle down.

Knowing that the house where Mu Chunyang lived collapsed, Mu Feng ran over in a hurry, and after coming to the room where Mu Chunyang was placed, he hurriedly ordered someone to run to the palace to invite the imperial doctor, after the imperial doctor came, he took the pulse of Mu Chunyang, and listened to it in his chest for a long time, Mu Feng turned around the bed, anxious, and finally the chief imperial doctor breathed a sigh of relief and said: "This son is fine, it is estimated that the house collapsed and was frightened." Mu Feng also breathed a sigh of relief, and the imperial doctor prescribed some prescriptions, and then retreated.

When the imperial doctor left, Mu Feng hurriedly ordered someone to grab the medicine and boil the medicine, but after thinking about it, he felt uneasy, so he ran to the kitchen and personally boiled the medicine for Mu Chunyang.

This time, Chen Zhenghua had been recuperating in Long Yuan for a long time, and he was no different from ordinary people, but he was slashed again, his soul was hit hard, and he was already dying, and his weakness was almost like water vapor, if he didn't look carefully, he couldn't see it. But fortunately, Long Yuan sucked it back at the critical moment, otherwise Chen Zhenghua would have been scattered.