The five of them did not walk the cloud bridge again, but walked directly down the mountain.

The mountain is very steep, and there are no stone steps, so if you are not careful, you will roll down.

Ordinary people want to go to Taiji Peak or leave, they go to other peaks first, and then take Yunqiao to transfer. There are very few people who come down directly from the peak like the five.

It took nearly a cup of tea to get down, and the five of them went down the mountain without danger, and just a few steps away, Yang Nanguan suddenly fell to the side softly, and when his body did not land, four hands grabbed him successively.

Zhu Yao and the four of them looked at each other a few times, their brows furrowed.

As long as it is not the kind of cliff where there is nowhere to stay, it is not a problem to bring three or four people with Zhu Yao's little grandmaster realm, and Taiji Peak is only steeper than ordinary peaks, as long as you have practiced martial arts, there will basically be no problem of stumbling.

But Yang Nanguan stumbled, and more than once.

Yang Nanguan's appearance was a little wrong before, and not long after he climbed down the mountain, his state became even more wrong, as if he had gone mad.

His eyes were dilated, he was delirious, his face was frighteningly white, and his eyes were sometimes closed, sometimes wide, hollow and red.

If it weren't for Zhu Yao always watching him and holding him back, it is estimated that Yang Nanguan would have rolled down the mountain and fallen into mud.

Yang Nanguan's body couldn't stop trembling, his clothes were already wet with sweat, and the whole person was as if he had been fished out of the water.

At this moment, his eyes were closed, and he fell into a very strange state, a bit like he had fallen into an evil spirit.

"What's wrong with him?" asked Kita, his brow furrowed.

"I don't know. Bei Shangyun's face was worried, his hands were soaked with sweat on Yang Nanguan's body, and his heart was like numbness.

"Put him down first. ”

Zhu Yao's brows furrowed into Sichuan characters, but Yang Nanguan was put on the ground, he squatted down, put one hand on Yang Nanguan's wrist, and took the pulse.

Zhu Yao learned some medical skills when he was young, and he has not been abandoned for so many years.

He himself said that he knew a little about fur, but everyone in the dart game knew that he was humble.

With his so-called fur medical skills, even if he goes to Yangzhou City, which is full of medical halls, it is estimated that he will have a place.

On weekdays, Zhu Yao treats all major and minor illnesses, and the only thing he can't cure at present is his own left eye, which is one eye that he was half-blind from birth.

As soon as he took the upper pulse, Zhu Yao's brows furrowed even deeper.

Judging from the pulse, Yang Nanguan is disease-free, his pulse is stable, it doesn't look like he has a hidden disease, his body is fine, but Yang Nanguan's appearance is clearly a serious illness!

And when Zhu Yao used his internal force to probe into Yang Nanguan's body, he couldn't penetrate at all, his body was a bit like the body of King Kong in Buddhism, and all laws were inviolable.

"Oh no! he must have seen something. Zhu Yao secretly said in his heart, he rolled Yang Nanguan's eyelids and saw that his eyes were blank and red.

Although the internal force did not penetrate in, it could probably be concluded that Yang Nanguan's body was fine based on his pulse, and the problem could only be in the soul, he was afraid that he had seen something on the mountain, otherwise he would not have become what he is now.

But the mountain is as beautiful as a fairyland, everything is picturesque, what can it be?

Suddenly, Zhu Yao thought of the stone walls engraved with Tai Chi Sword Fist on both sides, and he vaguely thought of a rumor, and couldn't help but raise his eyebrows.

If he hadn't changed his clothes and forgot to bring the bag of silver needles with him, otherwise Zhu Yao would have been able to apply needles to Yang Nanguan on the spot to soothe his nerves, but now he would have to go back to the dart game first.

"I'll take him back first, and you'll follow yourselves. Zhu Yao carried Yang Nanguan on his back, his steps were fast and steady, and the three of them also moved, but it didn't take long for even Zhu Yao's shadow to disappear.

Wudang is in the territory of Longzhong, the mountain range spans three counties, Taiji Peak is in Beiqu County, from the foot of the mountain to the dart bureau is also four miles away.

For the little grandmaster, half a cup of tea can go back and forth, but because he is carrying a person, Zhu Yao slowed down a lot, and it took half a cup of tea to return to the dart game.

Bei Shangji and Bai Ruo were eating in the front yard, as if they were talking about something funny, and they were both laughing and groaning.

Seeing Zhu Yao walking in hurriedly with Yang Nanguan, who was pale, on his back, the two put down the dishes and chopsticks, and their smiles suddenly closed.

"Uncle, is something wrong?" asked Bei Shangji, and then he looked at the door again, and found that there were no other three little guys, and asked, "Wen'er, where are they?"

"They're fine, in the back, something happened to Yang boy, you go to my room to get a silver needle, Xiao Ruo go to the basin of hot water, come to Yang boy's room." ”

Zhu Yao made a long story short, carried Yang Nanguan into the West Cross Courtyard, and Bei Shangji and Bai Ruo also moved.

Pushing open the door of the attic and placing Yang Nan on his own bed, Zhu Yao took off his soaked shirt and put it aside.

The door was open, and Gu Xiaohong poked his head out of the door, holding two sugar gourds in his hands, thinking that Bai Luo bought them.

"Uncle, what's wrong with Brother Yang? There is a lot of sweat!" the little fat man looked at Yang Nanguan, who was lying on the bed and was sweating, and asked.

"It's none of your business, eat your sugar gourd. ”

"Oh. The little fat man answered, took a bite of the sugar gourd with a smile, and poked his head back to play.

Zhu Yao casually pulled a chair and sat in front of the bed, pulled Yang Nanguan's left hand and touched the pulse again, and at the same time looked at his complexion and smelled his voice.

After a while, the door was pushed open again, and Bei Shangji walked in with a gray cloth bag the size of a handkerchief with a solemn face, and Bai Ruo followed behind him with a basin of hot water.

After the two came in, they closed the latch, Bai Ruo put the hot water on the table, and then stood behind Zhu Yao, who was closing her eyes and cutting her pulse, with her husband closed, although she was anxious, she didn't make a sound.

After a while, Zhu Yao opened his eyes and did not look back, but sighed and said, "The pulse is stable and the body is fine, there must be something wrong with the soul." ”

Zhu Yao stretched out his hand back, and Bei Shangji handed over the cloth bag, Zhu Yao took it and opened it, took out the silver needles in it one by one, and put it on the spread cloth bag.

Bai Ruo handed over a lit oil lamp at this time, Zhu Yao quenched the silver needle, and then firmly pierced some of the tricks on Yang Nanguan's body one after another.

"I'll start from the beginning, I only listened to one debate in the Zixiao Palace, and then I took the four of them to Taiji Peak, it was fine when I went up the mountain, Yang Xiaozi may have seen something when I got to the peak, something was wrong when I was on the mountain, I took him back first after going down the mountain, Wen'er They are fine, they should still be on the way. ”

As Zhu Yao spoke, he pierced the quenched silver needles on Yang Nanguan's body, and as he spoke, no less than ten silver needles had been inserted into Yang Nanguan's body, his body gradually stopped trembling, and the sweat slowly stopped flowing, and his slightly frowning brows relaxed.

After piercing twenty-four silver needles in a row, a touch of ruddy appeared on Yang Nanguan's miserable pale complexion, Zhu Yao opened his eyelids and looked at it again, only to see that the bloodshot in his eyes had also faded a little.

"It should be fine, drink another bowl or two of soothing medicinal soup and wake up soon, I'll grab some medicine, Ji, you wipe Yang Xiaozi's body, and then put a sweat towel on his forehead." ”

After giving the order, Zhu Yao got up and went out, and soon Bei Shangji and Bai Yao walked out and gently closed the door.

There was silence in the attic, wisps of white smoke from the extinguished oil lamp, and only the young man was breathing steadily.

At this moment, Yang Nanguan only felt that he was in an extremely dark place, and the only light was the hazy figure that was still boxing.

When he looked back when he went down the mountain, the figure changed a little, Yang Nanguan didn't close his eyes, but the figure still appeared in front of him, and after the punch, the figure made another punch, which was different from the first punch.

If the first punch is a punch as strong as a sword that splits a mountain, then this second punch is a punch that is as flexible as a sword that divides water.

The fist is like a sword, but the meaning of the fist is completely different, one is rigid and one is soft, the former has an indomitable momentum, and the latter has the meaning of four or two thousand catties. When going down the mountain, Yang Nanguan's mind was instantly immersed in these two punches and couldn't extricate himself, so he looked like he was in the middle of an evil spirit.

Yang Nanguan didn't know about the changes in his body, but he still felt very tired just now, and he felt much better now, and the acupuncture points pierced by Zhu Yao's silver needles were the acupuncture points that had the effect of regulating the mind and regulating qi.

The two punches made by the hazy figure are coherent, and the transformation between rigidity and softness is extremely smooth, swinging the fist smoothly, one punch is finished, and the other punch comes out with the momentum, without dragging the mud and water at all.

Yang Nanguan pondered carefully, not noticing the passage of time at all.

Suddenly, a soft murmur sounded, waking Yang Nanguan up, and in his suddenly opened eyes, there was a lot more bloodshot at some point.

The moment I opened my eyes, the murmur disappeared, as if it had never sounded at all, and the room was extremely quiet.

Yang Nanguan first blinked blankly, and then he felt something strange on his body.

A sweat towel that was still a little warm was placed on his forehead, and his upper body was naked, with a lot of silver needles inserted.

Yang Nanguan couldn't help but be surprised, and after that, he looked around and found that this seemed to be his own attic, and he was even more surprised.

He clearly remembered that he should be on the mountain path down the mountain of Taiji Peak, and how he returned to his room in a flash, which made him feel like he was in a dream.

He thought for a moment, closed his eyes again, and soon after, suddenly opened them again, and realized that it was not a dream, and that the hazy figure was gone.

"Squeak!"

At this time, the door was gently pushed open, and Gu Dahong walked in with a bowl of rising steam, blowing into the bowl as he walked, he didn't see that Yang Nanguan had woken up and was looking at him.

"Da Hong, what's wrong with me?"

Seeing Gu Dahong put the bowl on the table in the room first, and then reached out to a wooden bucket on the table that was also steaming and took out a sweat towel and twisted it, Yang Nanguan couldn't help but ask.

Gu Dahong paused, looked over, and met Yang Nanguan's eyes, which were a little redder than some beasts.

"You're awake. He said, wringing out the sweat towel from his hand.

"Hmm" Yang Nanguan nodded, and then pointed to the silver needle on his body, "What's wrong with me?"

"You fainted, you don't know what's going on, don't you feel it yourself?"

Gu Dahong walked to the side of the bed with a sweat towel in one hand and a bowl containing a small half bowl of tranquilizing medicine soup in the other, and sat down on a chair.

"You've been dizzy for more than an hour, Uncle Zhu said don't move until you wake up, he will come to get you a needle later. ”

Gu Dahong replaced the sweat towel on Yang Nanguan's forehead, which was already a little cold, and then scooped up a spoonful of medicinal soup and blew it gently.

"Good. ”

Yang Nanguan responded, his face was impassive, and his heart moved slightly. He probably guessed that the fainting was due to the hazy figure that kept swinging his fist.

He wanted to know what that hazy figure was, and that murmur that didn't know if it existed.

Gu Dahong blows the medicinal soup to a slight heat with an expressionless face, and then hands it to Yang Nanguan's mouth steadily, hesitates, and the young man with silver needles on his upper body opens his mouth and holds the soup spoon.

The medicinal soup has a faint fragrance, and when you smell it, you feel a little more sober, but the entrance is slightly bitter.

The forehead was hot, and the person was also a little dizzy, Gu Dahong scooped up the medicinal soup spoonful after spoonful, and Yang Nanguan drank it one after another, speechless.

The two teenagers felt a little embarrassed, so they fed the last mouthful of medicinal soup to Yang Nanguan to drink, Gu Dahong got up and left, and soon only Yang Nanguan and the room was full of medicinal fragrance.

The wood carving is not very convenient to carry, so Yang Nanguan left it at the head of the bed and covered it with a mat before going out.

At this time, Yang Nanguan stretched out his hand and groped at the head of the bed, took it over, held it up in front of his eyes, and got it up a little bored.

Since the old man died and went out of the valley by himself, Yang Nanguan felt that the strange things he encountered were really a lot of things, and everything happened unexpectedly and a little inexplicable, Yang Nanguan only felt that he had bumped into everything, but fortunately he had saved himself in the end, otherwise he would have seen the old man.

With a turn of thought, Yang Nanguan began to recall those two punches. When he closed his eyes again, the hazy figure still did not appear again, which made Yang Nanguan breathe a sigh of relief.

The charm of the two punches Yang Nanguan already remembers seven, seven, eight or eight, he can feel that these two punches are very strong, as long as he can hit them!