Cheng Yuxi was still crying loudly, and Song Feng asked softly beside him: "Child, don't worry, don't panic, you make it clear, are you from this village? You can tell who you are? What is going on? Looking for someone, naturally there are uncles to help you, it is dangerous inside, you really can't go in as a child." ”

Cheng Yuxi's crying quieted down, and he sobbed: "Uncle, if you are good people, hurry up and save my mother, as well as my aunt and my sister, I went to study in the mountains during the day, and when I came back, the village caught fire." And then they fought him. As he spoke, he timidly pointed at Ling Muyu.

As she spoke, Master Wuwei rushed out of the village, the corners of her monk's robe had been scorched, and she was holding an eleven or twelve-year-old girl in her arms, but she was unconscious. Cheng Yuxi saw the person in his arms, and cried and shouted, "Sister, sister, what's wrong with you?"

The person in Mrs. Wuwei's arms was still unconscious, only to see that her clothes were burned to tatters, and her hair was curly, Cheng Yuxi asked Mrs. Wuwei: "Aunt Shi, what's wrong with my sister? And my mother and my aunt, have you seen them? Did they come out?"

"Amitabha. Wuwei Shi Taikou proclaimed the Buddha's name, looked at Cheng Yuxi, and said slowly: "In the village, there is no one else, only two charred women's corpses, when I found this child, she was in bed, and she had fainted with smoke." ”

Cheng Yuxi had been nervous for a long time, and when he heard this, he fainted directly for a while. Song Kui, who was on the side, stepped forward to check the pulse and said, "It's okay, it's just that I suffered a big disaster for a while and fainted." He asked Mrs. Shi again, and said, "Mrs. Shi, Zhuangnei, are the two elders and relatives of this child really already?" Mrs. Wuwei nodded slowly, and Song Kui sighed: "Alas, a nameless fire has made these two children have to rely on each other for their lives from now on." ”

Mrs. Wuwei shook her head and said, "It's not just that, it's this kid who is afraid that he will have to bear the pain of his relatives leaving alone." As he spoke, he pointed to Cheng Yuxi in the arms of the chief of Songfeng Dao. "Her sister, when I found it, it had been smoked for a long time, and I think that her internal organs were also burned by the fire, and I had infused her with true qi several times, but it did not improve at all. The child in Wuwei's arms, her face was smoked like black charcoal, and her clothes were also roasted and twisted, but it could still be seen that it was a beautiful embryo.

Song Feng listened, handed Cheng Yuxi in his arms to Song Kui to hold, stretched out a finger, put it on the Taiyuan acupoint in the little girl's right hand, and transported the purple qi of his nearly thirty years of skill to explore the past in his body.

Songfeng Dao Chang's internal strength is profound, and he is also quite accomplished in the medical road, Wuwei on the side, Song Kui, and Ling Muyu saw him close his eyes and exercise, knowing that he was concentrating on carefully investigating the little girl's injury, so they all waited quietly and did not dare to disturb loudly.

After a cup of tea, Songfeng Daochang's closed eyes opened, and he said to Songkui: "Go back quickly, let Qingxuan and Qing'an's two nephews quickly pack up their things and prepare to return to Wudang, I will wait for this to find a carriage, and then I will arrive." ”

Song Kui was curious, but he didn't dare to slack off, and when he replied, he knew it, so he performed light skills and ran back the way he came.

Mrs. Wuwei hugged the little girl and asked, "Can it be treated?" The head of the air delivery channel smiled and replied, "It is not curable here." Ling Muyu was listening, and hurriedly said, "Master, don't sell Guanzi, this sister doesn't seem to be in a good situation, and she can't delay any longer." Song Feng continued: "This child's family history, although he is young, but he has the foundation of internal strength, although the viscera is injured, but it can still be treated, the viscera is not my strength, but this child is seriously injured, and it is inevitable that the memory of the heart and veins will be damaged if it drags on, and so on, my senior brother Songheng's disciple Qingxi is studying this way, but this time he stayed in Wudang, not here, and can only seal the meridians and veins of this child in a big way to prevent the spread of fire poison, and then quickly send it back to Wudang for treatment." ”

Master Wuwei nodded and said, "This is very good, senior brother is benevolent, and he has worked hard." Song Feng replied: "Yes, the righteous path of martial arts should not be saved by seeing death." Ling Muyu knew that this girl's injury was in danger if it dragged on, so he said: "Master, you and Uncle Shi should rush back first, my foot strength is slow, walk slowly on the road, don't delay the treatment." Song Feng listened, put Ling Muyu on his back, and said: "This big night, we are out so far again, you are a little child, how long will it take to go back, don't let the master and brothers worry about you." ”

Ling Muyu refused on his back: "Master, don't need it." He knew that the master needed to use the Pure Yang Wuji Gong to close the meridians in the girl's body, and this pure Yang Wuji method was extremely depleting of the true element, and he really didn't want to add pressure to the master here.

Song Feng has watched this little apprentice grow up since he was a child, and from his expression and tone, he knew what he was thinking, and said at the moment: "It's okay, senior sister, you and me, how is the weight ratio of foot strength?" This last sentence was said to Master Wuwei.

"That being the case, it is according to the words of the senior brother. At that moment, the two of them did not delay any longer, and ran to the inn with their own light skills.

Ling Muyu lay on his master's back, looked back, and saw that the Wuwei master was too light, although he brought one person, but he was still floating like the wind, very stable, thinking that he was afraid that the bumps under his feet would aggravate the little girl's injury. Neither of them left any strength under their feet, for fear that a bud that had not yet bloomed would wither.

The night was cloudy and the weather was dreary, and sure enough, it ushered in a heavy rain in the early morning of the next day. Before I knew it, it was almost noon, and the rain still didn't stop.

In an inn in Jiaxing City, Songfeng and Songkui Wuwei were discussing the unknown fire last night in the room, but the seriously injured little girl had been taken on the road by Qingxuan and Qing'an and returned to Wudang for treatment. Songkui Songfeng was invited to participate in the Meizhuang Conference, and he brought three disciples, and now only Ling Muyu is still here.

At this time, the door of the next room opened, Ling Muyu walked out, and after saluting Mrs. Wuwei and Master and Uncle Wuwei, she said, "Tell Uncle Master, that girl has woken up, her body is fine, and the rest only needs to cultivate quietly." After thinking about it, he continued: "Just now the disciple asked her about some things, her surname is Cheng, her aunt's sister's family is surnamed Lu, the four of them live in seclusion by this lakeside, do not ask about the world, and there is no grudge against the family, she said that yesterday afternoon, she went to the back mountain to study, on the way saw a seriously injured and dying middle-aged man, so she went home and told her mother and relatives, and then she went to the back mountain to read, and then fell asleep until the night woke up on the way home, and met the disciple directly at the gate of the manor. ”

Miss Cheng also told her disciples that her mother and aunt were both martial arts, and they didn't think they would be the ones who died in the sea of fire for no reason. Ling Muyu said this, stopped, he knew that the master had his own judgment.

The three of Songfeng looked at each other, and said in their hearts: "I think the key to this matter is on the seriously injured person, but how exactly this happened to the death of the two people and the burning of the manor, but they have no clue." ”

While the three of them were thinking, the door on the side was pushed open. Cheng Yuxi, holding on to the wall, walked out slowly, and knelt down directly to Master Wuwei and Songfeng Dao Chief. While crying, he said: "Thank you for saving my sister from the fire, and thank Uncle Dao for saving my sister's life and healing her." As he spoke, he kowtowed three times to each of them.

Songfeng Dao Chang hurriedly said: "Girl, please get up quickly, it is my duty to help the needy, and I don't have to do this great gift." Ling Muyu, who was standing on the side, hurriedly stepped forward and helped Cheng Yuxi up.

Cheng Yuxi looked at Ling Muyu's face with bruises and bruises, thinking that he was impulsive yesterday, but fortunately this little brother stopped him, but he was also hurt dozens of times by his own punches and fingers, and said apologetically: "Little brother, I can't help it yesterday, I'm in a hurry, I punch and kick you, I'm really, really sorry." ”

Ling Muyu shook his head and said: "The girl's impulsive move yesterday, I should stop it, I only blame me for being lazy and causing my martial arts to be low, the girl just gently pushed me away, I can't resist it, I can only make this move, please forgive me for the rudeness." ”

Cheng Yuxi heard that he was beaten dozens of times by himself for no reason, but he was not angry, but said that he blamed himself for his bad skills, this open-mindedness, Cheng Yuxi couldn't help but admire this little brother who was about the same age as himself, and thought that he was hugged tightly by his waist on the ground last night, and he couldn't help but blush slightly.

Song Feng saw that she was helped up by her apprentice, and said: "Miss Cheng, don't do this salute again, now Sister Ling has returned to Wudang to heal, your two elders and relatives have suffered another catastrophe, and the shadow of the murderer is clueless, dare to ask the girl what her plans are in the future, and my generation will help." ”

Cheng Yuxi, a ten-year-old girl, was saddened by this great change, she didn't know why this catastrophe came about, and she didn't know what to do in the future. "I don't know where to go now, and I don't have anywhere to go. ”

Mrs. Wuwei has been listening quietly on the side, and has not spoken, she has not been very interested in various things since she left the teacher to take charge of the Emei portal, and Emei trivial matters are not asked, all handed over to the same sisters and sisters, she saw Ling Muyu yesterday is very young, but full of aura, and for the first time in her heart there is a great regret - such a talent, but she has never encountered it. Looking at Cheng Yuxi today, although he was young, he suffered this catastrophe and grieved in his heart, but he was not as depressed as an ordinary child, and he was polite and generous, so he started to accept the apprentice, and immediately said: "Miss Cheng, I don't know if you have a master?"