Huo Wei was not far from Wu Yinglin, and when he saw him suddenly fall off the horse, he was startled, and quickly jumped off the horse, helping Wu Yinglin up from the ground, only to see that his face was flushed, he was in a semi-comatose state, and called a few times: "Little Wangye, Little Wangye." pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info" but there is no reaction. When looking at Li Shiyuan, Wu Qingluan and others, it was the same symptom, Huo Wei judged with many years of experience in the rivers and lakes that this was caused by the sweat medicine, and there was no danger to his life, and he felt a little at ease. After thinking about it again, everyone must have drunk the water in the wooden barrels on the boat, and the other party put the sweat medicine in the water early, and when everyone was thirsty, they expected that everyone only considered whether there would be problems with the boat, ignoring that there would be people in the water to do something. And the water in the bucket is only that he has not drunk it, because he has not been charmed.

Meng's sweat medicine is a drug that does not enter the rivers and lakes, it can be used in food or drinking water, the method of poisoning is convenient and easy, and the righteous people in the rivers and lakes or those with high martial arts and a certain reputation disdain to use this kind of drug, which is regarded as a trick of the three indiscriminate. The antidote is also very simple, as long as you spray cold water on the face of the bewitched, you will slowly wake up.

Huo Wei thought that the enemy was so meticulous that he must be a very powerful opponent, so he immediately took the water bag and was about to use water to save everyone. Suddenly, a thin figure flashed and rushed towards Li Shiyuan and Wu Qingluan's prisoner car. Huo Wei realized that someone was going to hijack the prisoner car, and it was too late to rescue everyone, so he put down the water bag and threw himself at the place where the prisoner car was located to stop the carjackers. I saw that the man was thin, his clothes were shabby, his face was muddy, his hair was unkempt, and he was clearly dressed as a little beggar, and he was cutting the chains of the prisoner cart with a horn knife in his hand. When Huo Wei saw his dress, he remembered the old beggar he met in Shimenxia, and then another little beggar rolled a stone from the mountain and injured several people. Pondering: "Could it be that this little beggar and the old beggar are all the way, the old beggar has extremely high martial arts, if it is really his disciple and grandson, and hurts his life, then the old beggar will not stop there." With more worries in his heart, he didn't dare to hurt people with heavy hands. He only shouted, "Who are you, why do you want to smash the prisoner cart?" The little beggar did not answer, and his men cut even harder.

Huo Wei said: "Stop. He stretched out his right hand, stretched out his five fingers, and went to grasp him by the shoulder. The little beggar shrank suddenly, rolled on the ground, and Howe grabbed it. Look at the little beggar, about eight or nine years old, his face dirty, but his eyes were dark and bright, and he was staring at him viciously. Of course, the little beggar is Li Xiangru.

After Li Xiangru learned the "three tricks to save his life" and "three tricks to escape" from the old beggar, he chased Huo Wei and his party along the way. Since he got the "Nanhua Heart Sutra" in the cave, he has been in a state of curiosity, and he has practiced most of the pictures and texts in the book every day. After each exercise, I feel lightweight, energetic, and comfortable. He tasted the sweetness and practiced more diligently. He didn't know that what he was practicing was the highest martial arts secret in the world, and getting this secret, practicing for a year was equivalent to ten years of practice for ordinary people, and Li Xiangru had practiced for more than a month, and he had accumulated a certain amount of internal strength in his body, but he was unaware of it. He only knows that after practicing according to the figures, he can go without eating all day without feeling hungry, and he is much more energetic than before, and he does not feel tired after walking all day.

He chased after him wildly, and it only took more than half an hour to catch up with Huo Wei and his party, not daring to get too close, and only followed far behind. In the evening, he slept outside the inn where Huo Wei and the others stayed, and took the time to practice the six martial arts taught by the old beggar several times, and memorized them by heart. His mind was spinning so fast that he thought that I would always be behind their buttocks, and that it would be better for me to walk ahead of them and wait for an opportunity. His mind had been decided, and the next morning, before the prisoner's van had left, he took the lead along the avenue. He had already inquired about it the night before, and the journey or so from this day or so was to the Yangtze River, and after crossing the Yangtze River, it was the north. And this road is the only path that leads to the Yangtze River crossing. I thought that if this group of villains wanted to cross the Yangtze River, they must take a boat, and they had to find a way to rescue their father and mother when crossing the river.

He ran to the bank of the Yangtze River day and night, but saw that the ferry was full of people and many boats. After inquiring about it, this ferry is called Bear Blind Crossing. It turns out that a few decades ago, there were often black bears in and out here, injuring countless people, and then a strange couple killed the bear, so that the locals could enjoy peace, and later generations called this place the bear blind crossing. Li Xiangru saw the ferry boats coming and going, and if he wanted to prevent Huo Wei and others from crossing the river, it was undoubtedly a fool's dream. He wandered along the riverside, and gradually it was getting dark, the boats were decreasing, and the ferries were thinning. His lonely figure wandered freely on the bank of the river, and before he knew it, he marched along the river for several miles, only to see a fisherman wearing a hat and a cloak sitting on the stone on top of a black boulder not far away. On the shore not far from the boulder, there is a rickety old woman who is scrubbing her clothes, but the washboard is empty, only rubbing with her two hands, although the river is rolling and making a rumbling sound, but the sound of her scrubbing is still clearly audible.

Li Xiangru was amazed, thinking that it was dark and dark in the middle of the night, these two people were fishing by the river and washing clothes, but they were empty, they were really a pair of weirdos. So he crouched behind the boulder and watched secretly, not daring to make a little noise. After a while, the old fisherman remained motionless, maintaining his original position. And the old woman was still rubbing the washboard vigorously with "snorting, swishing". Li Xiangru was a child after all, and seeing that the two old men were so persistent, he couldn't help but climb the boulder and said to the old fisherman: "Old uncle, you can't catch fish like this." As soon as he had finished speaking, the old fisherman suddenly cried out, and then jumped up and shouted, "You scared away my fish, you scared my fish away." Where did you come out of nowhere, you scared my fish away, alas, my fish. It's a pity, my fish. He threw the fishing rod in his hand, sat on the boulder with his long legs, and pouted his mouth as if he was about to cry.

When the mother-in-law on the shore heard his shouting, she lifted the washboard, stood up, and laughed: "You old immortal, you have lost again." The tone was very cheerful. The old fisherman shouted, "No, no, someone has disturbed me this time, who is this bastard, wait for me to pull his head off." He jumped up, looked at it, and saw that Li Xiangru was a child, and couldn't help but be stunned, and then shouted: "You little dead ghost who doesn't grow up, I finally have hope of winning, why did you deliberately come out to make trouble, causing me to lose again, it's really hateful, hateful, I'm going to break your neck." As he spoke, he ran towards Li Xiangru.

The old fisherman leaned over, regardless of whether he was indiscriminate, and pinched Li Xiangru's neck, and worked his hand, Li Xiangru only felt that his neck seemed to be bound by two golden hoops, and the tighter and tighter the hoops, and gradually it became difficult to breathe, and the blood rushed to the top, and his eyes were dazzled. He grabbed his hands and kicked his legs, struggling with his fate, but where could he struggle to escape, he gradually lost consciousness, faintly heard his throat rattling, and had only one thought in his heart: "I'm going to die, I'm going to die." ”