The bloody battle under the mountain has long ended, and the black horsemen are all ambushed, and the disciples of the Luo family must also suffer heavy losses.

But all this has nothing to do with Fu Remnant.

Fu Yan's injuries were more serious than he had imagined, he was covered in blood and could barely stand.

The excruciating pain in his body made him unconscious. He only knew that he was walking, he didn't know where he had gone, and he didn't know when he had fainted.

In the dark, he felt a pair of delicate hands caressing him, and this hand carried an indescribable tenderness that made him hold on to it, unable to die.

When he awoke, he found himself covered in bandages and wooden strips, lying on a simple bed.

The bed was narrow and hard, but dry.

The girl beside the bed was very white and beautiful, even though she was asleep at the moment, but there was still a strong simplicity and shyness of a peasant girl between her eyebrows.

Is it her hand?

Fu Yan did not speak.

He knew that he might have slept for a long time, which was why his head was so clear now.

Everything that has happened in the last few days is vivid in my mind.

It seemed that a moment ago, he was still talking to Chu Luo'er in a low voice.

"Are you awake?" a slightly surprised voice came, and the girl lying on the side of the bed woke up, and her smile became more and more charming.

It's just that Fu Yan can no longer appreciate this beauty.

The girl showed two beautiful dimples and said, "You may have some difficulty speaking now, but after the white cloth on your chin is removed." ”

Fu Yan looked at her quietly.

She was slightly stunned and said in a low voice: "My name is Xiao Mistake, Wrong Mistake." You've been sleeping for four days, do you need something to eat? at least some porridge?"

Fu Yan shook his head, slowly propped himself up, and walked out of bed.

"Hey, you—you can't get out of bed yet. Xiao Cuo wanted to help him, but she didn't dare, she knew that Fu Yan must be some big person.

Fu Yan picked up the wind-breaking sword at the head of the bed and slowly walked out of the door, he couldn't stay in this place, he didn't want to break the peace of this small family.

Xiao Cuo panicked: "You, you can't go, you're poisoned!"

Fu was stunned and said, "Can this poison be cured?"

He didn't speak very clearly, but he was intelligible enough.

Xiao Cuo was silent for a moment, and slowly lowered her head, the answer already written on her lost face.

Fu Yan smiled at her and walked out slowly, outside was a large area of farmland, and the golden ears of rice were swaying gently in the wind, and a bumper harvest was about to be harvested.

The sun has not yet risen, and half of the sky has been dyed red, so it must be a good day today.

The peasant woman who got up early was leading the oxen up the mountain, and the man carrying the water buried his head in a low breath, and when they passed by Fu Yan, they all showed envious and yearning eyes.

This man must be a hero.

He has injuries on his body, which is the totem of chivalry, representing the vicissitudes of life he has experienced.

He must have lived a vigorous and happy life of revenge.

They all thought so.

Fu Yan suddenly stopped and said slowly, "Why are you following me?"

Xiao Cuo's head was lowered, and he suddenly raised it bravely, his eyes flashed with a strange light, and said, "I should at least send you to the entrance of the village, that is where I met you." ”

Fu Yan lowered his head and walked slowly.

When he arrived at the entrance of the village, he did not look back, and he had no reason to turn back.

Xiao Cuo didn't go any further, she just looked at Fu Remnant and sighed slightly, she understood that she and Fu Remnant were not from the same world.

She is fifteen years old, and someone has already come to the house to propose, and she will soon get married. Then give birth to a child, husband and children, slowly grow old, and end your life.

But she was just wondering, if she left quietly, would she have a different life?

Fu Yan returned to the foot of the Lonely Mountain.

He found a stone stele, repaired it slightly, and carved a few words: "The tomb of Fu Remnant." ”

Then he put up a small pile, and put the stone tablet in front of him, and his grave was completed.

I hope that after six years, Chu Luo'er will be able to see it when she goes down the mountain, so that she doesn't have to look for herself all over the world.

At best, she forgot about herself in these six years.

Fu Yan smiled lowly, slowly sat on the ground, and watched the sun rise in the east and the sun shining.

He thought that he might be the most failed time-traveler in history, right?

He tore open the bandage, only to see that his left arm was pitch black to his shoulder, and a cold qi was constantly colliding in the meridians, rushing towards his heart.

Four days has been from the back of the hand to the shoulder, which means that I have three or four days left at most.

While thinking about it, the dantian suddenly gave birth to a refreshing heat, which spread from the meridians throughout the body, and then all went to the shoulders, forming an invisible wall of qi.

It was as if it was an impregnable barrier, blocking all the cold poison at the other end of the meridians.

Fu Yan's heart moved, could it be that this poison could be removed by internal force?

As soon as this thought came out, Fu Yan almost instantly jumped up, and the hope of survival suddenly burned like a raging fire in his heart!

He hurriedly crossed his legs, mobilized the internal strength of his whole body, and forced towards the cold poison. And the disappointing thing happened, and the cold poison seemed to be like another powerful internal force, resisting the impact of its own internal force.

But Fu Yan was still ecstatic, which at least showed that his internal force could suppress this cold poison! It's just that his internal strength was not strong enough, and the cold poison was getting stronger day by day.

Thinking of this, Fu Yan suddenly pulled into his arms, and a small yellowed book was already in his hand, and the four big characters on it exuded a thrilling charm - Purple Void Neijing!

Absolutely!

Fu Yan would never believe that the Taoist supreme internal strength and mental method would not be able to get rid of this cold poison!

Thinking of this, he suddenly opened this heirloom book-"Purple Void Neijing"!

The wind rises, the wind stops. Sunrise, sunset.

Ten days have passed.

Fu Yan is still alive!

Cold poison failed to take his life, but he also realized the strength of cold poison, no matter how strong the internal force was, this poison could hold its ground and continue to grow stronger.

And every sentence in "Purple Void Neijing" is like a treasure that is enough to make people crazy, every time at the moment when Fu Yan is irresistible, he suddenly has an epiphany, his internal force surges, and he barely survives.

In the past ten days, in addition to looking for food everywhere, he has been cultivating almost all of his internal strength. Internal force and cold poison are constantly confronting each other on the left shoulder, forming a situation where no one can help anyone.

But Fu Yan understood that as long as he didn't grow up for a day, he could be invaded by cold poison at any time and end his life.

In order to survive, he must cultivate day and night, and he must constantly comprehend the "Purple Void Neijing" and constantly strengthen himself.

Even so, he survived after all.

Autumn goes to spring, flowers bloom, there is no time in the mountains, and two years have passed in a hurry.

In the past two years, Fu Yan has never stopped cultivating.

He didn't even know how he survived, he seemed to have only three words in his head, live!

In the past two years, he has eaten everything that can be eaten in the nearby mountains, and he has drunk everything that can be drunk in the nearby mountains.

He cultivated all day long, comprehended internal strength, constantly fought against cold poison, was in a desperate situation several times, and suddenly comprehended several times and was reborn.

In the past two years, he has never had a good night's sleep, and his spirit has never relaxed for a day.

His meridians became tough and wide under the constant flushing of internal forces.

In the two years of sharpening, his swordsmanship has been completely fused with the internal force of the "Purple Void Neijing", forming a brand-new swordsmanship that is completely different from the previous one.

Fu Yan named this sword technique the Purple Void Sword Dao.

Yes, this is not limited to swordsmanship, but a kind of swordsmanship.

Although it is not as good as "The Remnants of the Wild Sword", it is the result of two years of its own after all, and it is truly its own sword.

As for "The Remnants of the Wild Sword", Fu Yan had to smile bitterly, his realm was still too low, and he couldn't comprehend the hundred-character Sword Sutra at all.

Fu Yan stood quietly in place, the silver-white wind-breaking sword in his hand slowly lit up with purple light, and then the purple light became brighter and brighter, more and more dazzling, and finally people couldn't even open their eyes.

With a swing of his body, the long sword slowly stabbed out, and it was obviously a slow sword, but it seemed to carry the momentum of wind and rain and thunder, whining and whistling. The big tree with a thick bowl mouth in front of it directly reveals a narrow hole.

This hole is enough to kill! Condensing on one point is more terrifying than explosive damage!

He sighed and slowly left.

Fu Yan no longer knew how strong he was now, two years of hellish tempering had made his strength increase exponentially, and his internal strength could even easily penetrate out of his body.

But he understood that he didn't seem to have entered the transformation realm, and he didn't know this state.

He slowly tore open his clothes, his entire arm was as black as ink, and even his shoulders were already blackened, and he was poisoned.

Yes, in the past two years, he has worked hard.

He is too much stronger, but he still can't withstand the invasion of this cold poison, and these few days will be the last few days of his life.

He believes that the cold poison that has been now, even if Gu Jiu is in close proximity, he can't get rid of it.

In the last few days, he wanted to rest well, he was too tired.

Fu Yan walked down the mountain slowly, and he decided to go to the village back then to see Xiao Que.

He wanted to thank her before he died, because she had saved his life.

He passed by his grave, where the mound was covered with grass and the stele was much older.

What is it like to pass by your own grave?

Fu Yan didn't know how to describe it, he didn't laugh or cry.

The fields are full of water, and the rice has already been sown when spring has arrived.

He rubbed shoulders with the peasant women again, but the eyes they looked at him at this time were not envy and yearning, but surprise and contempt.

Two years of living in the wilderness made him no different from a beggar, with messy hair scattered on his back and a beard several inches long. The whole person was pitch black, which was the dirt left by not taking a bath for a long time.

His eyes had also changed, not as bright and sharp as they had been two years ago. Now he is like an old man who is about to die, and his eyes are full of compassion for the world and reluctance to give up the last time of his life.

But Fu Yan still decided to go and see Xiao Que.

Perhaps, her young and simple smile will give her some strength and make herself a little happier.

It's just that this hut is also like Fu Crippled himself, and it has long been dilapidated. It seems that it has been inhabited for a long time.

Neighbors said that in the third month after he left, the old man married Xiao Que out. It's just that on the day of marriage, Xiao Que suddenly disappeared, and the old man died of anger.

Where did Magpie go?

Nobody knows.

Maybe she went to another world.

Fu Yan shook his head, he didn't expect that the young and simple girl with a little courage would really run away from home.

At the age of fifteen, how can you gain a foothold in the rivers and lakes?

I'm afraid she's already picking up customers in the Qinglou, right? If she doesn't pick up customers, she's going to die, if she's not lucky enough.

Fu Yan was a little heartbroken, but he was also numb.

A dying person, should he be numb to everything?

He shook his head, even if he died, he should at least take a shower and wear clean clothes before dying, right?

So he walked towards Liuyun Town.

You can take a bath in the river, but you can only get your clothes from the store.

How can you get clothes if you don't have money? Of course, you can only rob them.

Of course, Fu Yan doesn't care about robbing or not grabbing now.