In the early morning of the next day, when Gu Tiannan woke up, the morning light was warm, the blue sky was clear, and the autumn was crisp.

There was no master in the room, and there was no Zhao Tianyang, but Wang Dameng sat at the red sandalwood table, dozing off with his head on his arm.

Gu Tiannan got out of bed and got up, waved his arms, and rubbed the sore muscles and bones around his body. After a day and two nights of suffering, the pain in his meridians finally disappeared, although the true qi in Gu Tiannan's body was still very weak at this time, it seemed to run much smoother than before.

A person who cultivates and practices martial arts cultivates to the realm of the second and third grades, even if he enters the hall, the tenacity of the meridians and points around his body will become far superior to that of ordinary masters, and Gu Tiannan's eighty-four caves and blessed lands after being forged by the heavenly thunder are even more smooth in swallowing strength and qi than a first-grade master.

Gu Tiannan's voice when he got up was very soft, but it woke up Wang Dameng, how could a hard-working person like Wang Dameng, who was born as a servant, dare to snore like thunder in front of his master?

Wang Dameng rubbed his reddened eyes sleepily, and looked happy when he saw Gu Tiannan get up: "Senior brother, your injuries are almost recovered, right?" I have always been worried, Jiren has his own natural appearance, and the thunder can't be killed, Senior Brother, you will definitely be blessed in the future!"

In Wang Dameng's heart, Gu Tiannan's risking his life to stop Jiaolong's crossing of the catastrophe was completely a manifestation of lack of roots. In Hongxuanzong, Gu Tiannan was not only regarded by his master and sister as his own, but Uncle Ning Yuan also valued him very much, and the senior brother was extremely talented, and after two years of travel, it is estimated that he has touched the threshold of the fifth-grade realm to the fourth-grade realm.

As long as Gu Tiannan is willing to practice swords with peace of mind, and with his talents, he will definitely be the next Dongcang Pavilion Master after another ten years and eight years of training.

Wang Dameng hadn't read a book, he didn't understand those big truths, and he didn't understand why the senior brother wanted to stop Jiaolong alone and sacrifice his life to reverse the days.

In addition, whether Senior Brother Gu Tiannan is dead or seriously injured, Wang Dameng's situation in Dongcang Pavilion will become even more miserable. Without a kind-hearted senior brother who defends Wang Dameng everywhere, a wealthy kid like Qi Zhipu will definitely bully him even harder.

Therefore, seeing Gu Tiannan standing up safe and sound, the joy on Wang Dameng's face came from the heart.

Hearing Wang Dameng's sycophant that didn't look like a sycophant, Gu Tiannan was angry and funny, and he asked, "What about the master, when did she leave?"

"Not long after Shi Niang went out, she began to say that she was going to find Uncle Ning Yuan, but she came back from a circle in the Song Mansion and said that her green horse was missing, and Senior Brother Tianyang and several of them were helping Shi Niang find the horse. ”

Speaking of this, Wang Dameng patted his head and said: "By the way, senior brother, my sister left you a new set of clothes, I will go and get you some water to wash first, and then wait for you to change into it!"

In the Dongcang Pavilion, which has a small number of people but is full of rivers and lakes, Wang Dameng must learn to look at people's faces and do things if he wants to live a more stable life, and bury himself deep in the dust.

But for Gu Tiannan, who is free and easy by nature, he is very unaccustomed to Wang Dameng's servile style, especially the word "waiting".

If a person kneels for a long time, his bones become weak and he can no longer stand up.

Gu Tiannan glanced at Wang Dameng meaningfully, sighed lightly, frowned and said, "Wang Dameng, remember, there are no masters and servants in our Dongcang Pavilion, only senior brothers and younger brothers. Now I have hands and feet, and I don't need your help, let alone your service. If I had been crippled and paralyzed yesterday, it would have been reasonable for you to help me change my clothes. In the future, if any senior brother dares to shout at you again, I will fan you with a big ear scraper! But you yourself have to straighten your waist and be a man, and your dignity is never given by others, but earned by yourself!"

Wang Dameng lowered his head, his eyes red.

Gu Tiannan walked out of the house, his wife Lin Yuehua was taking Zhao Tianyang and a few junior brothers to pack up a luxuriously decorated carriage, and Qi Zhipu and Song Chengan, the two wealthy sons, stood next to them and commented on a few horses, and the two talked and laughed, as if they had been friends for many years.

Before Gu Tiannan approached, Zhao Tianyang saw this senior brother who had carried more than 20 miles of mountain roads, he ran over in a few steps and punched Gu Tiannan on the back: "Yo Yo Yo, senior brother, you are awake! If you don't wake up again, I will prepare for you for the future!"

Gu Tiannan was seriously injured and was just recovering from his injuries, and was suddenly beaten by Zhao Tianyang, and before he could speak, Lin Yuehua pushed Zhao Tianyang away, and said angrily: "Go and go, carry your pile of messy and broken things into the carriage, and if you dare to talk nonsense, I will throw your treasure chest into the river!"

Zhao Tianyang gave Gu Tiannan a look, with a smile on his face, and ran away.

Lin Yuehua looked at Gu Tiannan's already slightly ruddy face, and said warmly: "Tiannan, as soon as the morning dawns, your heartless uncle will ride the lion and run away, the lion is fast, let's walk slowly behind, don't chase him." After a while, we will eat something first, and we will ride a few horses in a carriage, and we will be able to go home in five or six days. Your master still has a few Nine Aperture Condensing Pills, go back and give them to you to eat!"

Gu Tiannan grinned and said happily: "Okay!"

At this time, Ning Yuan, who was already fifty miles away from Wenyang City, suddenly sneezed, he lifted the reins and muttered: "Autumn is getting cooler." ”

Ning Yuan and Gu Tiannan's master Gu Fan are the same brothers, both of them are apprentices trained by Chongyang Tianzun, the third master of Hongxuan Sect, but their personalities are diametrically opposed.

Gu Fan is taciturn, has a quiet personality, and has a very light view of fame and fortune, and on weekdays, he either sits in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion to participate in meditation and enlightenment, or stands on the Little Lotus Peak to watch the sea of clouds and cultivate sword intent, and rarely sets foot in the rivers and lakes. Therefore, few people on the rivers and lakes have seen Gu Fan make a move, and few people know the level of his kendo attainments.

Ning Yuan is straightforward and fast-hearted, with a ruthless and brave personality, and the killing aura on his body is far more than that of the fairy wind Dao bones. In the words of the third master ancestor Chongyang Tianzun, Ning Yuan has a wild temperament and ruthless swordsmanship, and no mountain in the world can tie him.

This time, he took the seven junior disciples of Dongcang Pavilion to travel through the rivers and lakes, and it was supposed to be Gu Fan, the pavilion master, who should have gone down the mountain in person, but Ning Yuan persuaded Gu Fan for three days and three nights, and all kinds of coercion and temptation were used.

Later, Gu Fan ran into the thatched house and couldn't get rid of the unswerving Ning Yuan, so he nodded and let Ning Yuan go down the mountain.

It is better to travel thousands of miles than to read thousands of books, just like a scholar traveling to study, and martial arts also pay attention to swords.

Ning Yuan traveled with seven disciples for two years, traveling more than 5,000 miles. The farther he went, the more Ning Yuan felt that this river and lake was very big, and the more unpredictable he felt. Especially after encountering that nine-day thunder tribulation, which was rare in a hundred years, Ning Yuan's keen intuition told him that it seemed that a storm that swept through the Eight Desolations was brewing, which was enough to set off monstrous waves on this bottomless rivers and lakes.

On the wide official road from Wenyang City to Dongting Mountain, the red leaves on the side of the road flutter in the autumn wind, Ning Yuan is in a green shirt and a white horse, the long sword is covered with frost, and the bright yellow silk strips on the hilt of the sword are flying left and right in the wind.

The world is vast, in the vast autumn color, a ride passes by, the sound of horses' hooves is accompanied by the sound of geese in the air, and a good chivalrous shadow steps on the clear autumn.

Ning Yuan walked out of the north gate of Wenyang City, and ran out of fifty miles in one breath, people were not tired of horses, and he vaguely remembered in his heart that there was a "Xiema Town" in front of him to settle down.

The town of Shema is very small, and there are no shops in front of the village or behind the village. Because of the special geographical location, the soldiers and horses of the Northern Zhou Dynasty, the merchants, and the dart players all chose to rest here, so it was named "Xiema Town".

When Ning Yuan and his seven young disciples descended the mountain, they once passed by "Xiema Town", and there was a "Drunken Sky Tower" in the town, and their signature dish "Braised Lion's Head" was the most famous. Anyone who passes by Xiema Town will go to Zuixiao Tower to try this famous dish.

It's just that at that time, Gu Tiannan and a few hairy boys who had never seen the world had already squandered the coils, where were they willing to taste this "braised lion head"?

Ning Yuan remembered that Zhao Tianyang had stood at the door of the Drunken Xiao Tower for half an hour, without saying a word, and had been inhaling fiercely. When you come to Shema Town again this time, you must go to Zuixiao Tower to try it for Zhao Tianyang!

Ning Yuan inquired about the location of Zuixiaolou in "Xiema Town", he had just stepped over the threshold with one foot, and a charming voice came from the bone: "Guest officer, do you want to stay in the hotel?"

Ning Yuan fixed his eyes and saw that a little lady with a beautiful mole on the side of her mouth and a plump figure that made men drool was wearing a red shirt and a peach blossom on her face, and walked slowly towards him.

Ning Yuan looked at the red-clothed shopkeeper in front of him, who was not inferior to the Qinglou Oiran in terms of appearance and figure, and was slightly stunned. He vaguely remembered that the shopkeeper of the previous "Drunken Sky Building" was a middle-aged fat man with a big belly, not tall, with a thick Yangzhou accent, and a kind smile on his face that welcomed guests from all over the world.

However, Ning Yuan didn't think much about it, after all, two years had passed, and it was reasonable for things to be right or wrong. The lady in red in front of her may be the fat shopkeeper's concubine, a man, after being rich and powerful, she is still obsessed with the wife of the chaff, which is rare.

Before Ning Yuan could respond, this plump little lady stepped forward to hold Ning Yuan as if she had seen a regular customer, and the two gentle townships on her chest hugged Ning Yuan's arm tightly and put Ning Yuan into the "Drunken Sky Tower".

Look at the posture of the lady in red, as if this drunken Xiaolou is not a restaurant inn but a place of hooks.

Perhaps because of the morning, there were not many customers in the restaurant, only six or seven people were scattered and seated. There was an old man in gray clothes next to the counter, with gray hair and high spirits, who was cooking drinks, and when he looked up and saw Ning Yuan coming in, he was also smiling all over his face, squeezing out a wrinkle.

The little lady in red glanced at the old man, and her tone was mixed with a little displeasure: "Lao Cai, don't go and lead the horse quickly!"

After speaking, she unhurriedly helped Ning Yuan to a table in the middle of the restaurant where no one was seated, and while wiping the greasy on the table with her sleeve, she said in a soft voice: "This master, in addition to the braised lion head, our family also has a few good dishes, and we also have bamboo leaf green and daughter red wines, and Zhang Orion only sent a few rabbits yesterday, just fried for you!"

Ning Yuan glanced at Lao Cai, who went out to lead the horse, and his heart sank, this old guy looked nearly sixty years old, but his legs and feet were very sharp.

If he hadn't practiced martial arts, the old man in the age of the sixtieth birthday should not be so tough even if he was not in a state of twilight.