Yue looked at Gukou boredly, five days ago, when the master left, she told her that she was going to do something outside the valley, and if she was fast, she would be able to come back in six days, and if she was slow, it would never exceed half a month, so early in the morning of the sixth day, Yue held the fruit pot and sat cross-legged on the mat waiting for the master to return.

The rising sun casts a pale red glow through the clouds, the peach grove exudes a fragrant fragrance in the morning breeze, the waterfall falls in the distance, the water crashes against the lake, stirring up patches of waves, and as the clouds in the sky dissipate, the golden sun shows its head.

On the dense forest path, an emaciated figure walked slowly, Yue swallowed the grapes in his mouth, with a bright smile on his face, put down the fruit pot in his hand, and ran towards the man in a hurry.

"Master!" Yue shouted happily, and ran to the master only to find that the master was carrying a young man covered in blood on his back, the young man was unconscious, and he was tightly holding a broken knife with only half of it left.

"Yue'er, go boil some hot water, for the teacher to heal this kid's wounds. The crane-haired man commanded towards Yue.

"Hmm!" Yue nodded in agreement and ran quickly towards the kitchen.

The man walked slowly into the room, laid the boy flat on the bed, untied his upper body shirt, and saw that the black, white, red, and purple colors on his chest were staggered, the man pondered for a moment, took the sandalwood locket, shook his wrist, and the golden needles flew out, brushing and brushing! Thirty-six golden needles were accurately pierced into the key points around the young man's body.

"Bear the internal strength of the four masters of the world and don't die, you kid can be regarded as a great blessing, I owe your father a favor back then, and if I save your life today, I should pay back that favor." With that, the man put his fingers together and tapped heavily on the young man's dantian.

The young man was in a coma, frowning as if he was in pain, snorting, and spit out a mouthful of dirty blood, Yue carefully wiped the blood stains with a sweat towel.

The man even counted his fingers, the young man's face changed from pale to purple, and a suction suddenly erupted in the dantian, swallowing all the four strands of true qi in his chest, the man shouted, fine beads of sweat oozed from his forehead, and the fingertips were really circulating, and the four shocking true qi was orderly entrenched in the young man's dantian under the guidance of the man, slowly rotating and dissolving each other.

"Master. Yue called softly, and wiped the sweat beads from the man's face with his sleeve.

I don't know how long it took, the four true qi in the young man's dantian were finally exhausted, the man breathed a long sigh of relief, took out a milky white pill and fed it to the young man, pulled out the golden needle, unlocked the acupoint, and the young man's originally purple face became normal.

The man got up with a tired face, touched Yue's head, and said, "Yue'er, go back to the room for the teacher to rest for a while, this kid will wake up later, you can feed him some rice porridge, he is seriously injured and has not healed, and he can't eat anything else." ”

"Yes, Master, you have a good rest. Yue nodded obediently.

......

The young man woke up slowly, glanced at the broken knife in his hand, was silent for a long time, and cried out, which could wake up Yue, who was sitting and dozing off.

"What's wrong? What's wrong?" asked Yue anxiously.

The young man raised his head and glanced at Yue, the whites of his eyes were bloodshot, his dark eyes were dull, he opened his chapped lips, and made a hoarse and trembling voice: "Thank you...... Thank you, thank you for saving ...... of me. ”

"I didn't save you, my master saved you. Yue hurriedly waved his hand, handed Lin Yiqi a glass of warm water, turned around and walked outside the house, and said, "You must be hungry after being in a coma for so long, I got you some rice porridge and heated it on the kitchen stove, I'll go get it for you now." ”

The young man held a warm glass of water, tears flowed, he held the broken knife in his hand tighter, a trace of indifference flashed in his eyes, dreaming back to the sad night when the sound of the fight shook the sky, Brother Dao stood in front of him without hesitation, and bore the impact of the explosion for himself.

The black-robed man walked into everyone's sight with a smile, it turned out that he had already buried tons of explosives under the temple, and the violent explosion made the vast majority of people present lose their ability to fight, half of Brother Dao's body was scorched black, and his breath fell weakly into his arms, and the long knife that had accompanied him for more than ten years was also broken in half.

"What are you doing in a daze with a cup?" Yue walked in with a porridge pot, and when she saw that the young man hadn't drunk a sip of water, she couldn't help asking, "Is the water too hot?"

"The water temperature was just right...... You take the trouble to take care of me. The young man smiled gloomily, and poured the water in the cup into his throat one by one, and the slightest coolness penetrated into his heart and spleen, relieving the burning sensation caused by the previous four strands of true qi remaining in his body and colliding with each other.

Yue handed the young man a bowl of rice porridge, and said with a smile: "My name is Yue, Yue of the left king and the right moon, what about you?"

"Me?" Lin Yiqi took a sip of rice porridge, looked out the window with a lonely expression, and came back to his senses after a while, and said in a sad tone: "My name is Lin Yiqi, Lin of Lin, one two three one, seven of eight or nine." ”

"The porridge you made is delicious. Lin Yiqi wiped his mouth and handed the porcelain bowl back to Yue with both hands.

"Do you want a bowl?" Yue pointed to the porridge pot at the head of the bed, indicating that there was still a lot of rice porridge.

"There is labor. Lin Yiqi nodded lightly, and subconsciously touched the broken knife on the bed to confirm that it was still beside him.

"Is this knife important to you?" Yue asked curiously as she handed the rice porridge to Lin Yiqi's hand.

"This is a very nice person for me...... I have been wearing a knife for more than ten years. Lin Yiqi closed his eyes, and Xing Dao's appearance appeared in his mind.

"Then why did it break?" Yue asked. ”

"Because, the owner of the knife is dead. Lin Yiqi said calmly.

"......" Yue closed her mouth suddenly, her face showed a hint of confusion, and she pursed her lips and said, "I'm sorry." ”

Lin Yiqi waved his hand and said, "It's okay, it's all over." After that, he returned the empty porcelain bowl to Yue, and said seriously: "Thank you Master for me, just say that I, Lin Yiqi, owe him a life." ”

"Master said that you don't owe him anything, he owes your father first. Yue thought for a while and said.

"Father ......" said, Lin Yiqi couldn't resist the thick sleepiness, closed his eyes, fell into a deep sleep, and crept to clean the table, and quietly retreated, without making a trace of superfluous sound.

......

On the second day, the man learned the news that Lin Yiqi woke up, and came to check his pulse, and after the diagnosis and treatment, the man smiled slightly and said, "I recovered well, I should be able to get out of bed and walk tomorrow." ”

"Thanks to the healing saint's wonderful hand, it has been rejuvenated. Lin Yiqi said gratefully.

"You kid know me?" the man was a little surprised.

"The name of the medical saint Gu Qingshan, who doesn't know it on the rivers and lakes, who doesn't know it?" Lin Yiqi said.

"Xing Dao told you, right?" Gu Qingshan said after thinking for a moment.

Lin Yiqi nodded slowly, sat on the bed and hugged Gu Qingshan: "Thank you for saving your life!"

"You don't need to thank me, I owe it to your father. Gu Qingshan waved his hand and said, "I'll tell you something, you have to be mentally prepared." ”

"Hmm. Lin Yiqi glanced at the broken knife next to his hand and said with a smile: "My life has been saved, no matter how bad it is, it won't be bad." ”

"The four strands of true qi in your body collided with each other before, and the muscles and veins all over your body were damaged, and your cultivation was wasted, if you start cultivating from scratch in the future, the efficiency is destined to be far inferior to ordinary people, on the one hand, you have already missed the best time to cultivate, and on the other hand, your broken muscles and veins cannot withstand the flow of true qi at all. Gu Qingshan sighed, and seeing that Lin Yiqi was unmoved, he said strangely: "Why didn't you react at all? Could it be that you already knew?"

"Hmm. Lin Yiqi nodded, smiled indifferently, and said: "If the cultivation is abolished, it will be abolished, and if you can't cultivate, it's okay, I can save this life, I am already very satisfied." ”

Gu Qingshan was dumbfounded for a while, and the words of comfort that had been brewing for a long time were stuck in his throat, he didn't vomit, and he didn't swallow, he didn't expect Lin Yiqi to be relieved so simply that he couldn't practice martial arts.

"You ......" Gu Qingshan looked at Lin Yiqi's face that was somewhat similar to his father, the same chic, the same stubborn, he let out a long sigh, laughed thoughtlessly, and said, "You deserve to be his son!"

After that, Gu Qingshan flicked his long sleeves, turned around and walked out, and when his back disappeared, a broken voice came slowly: "Later, I will ask Yue'er to bring you some food, you can rest." ”