At dusk, rolling dark clouds gradually swallowed Ma'anshan.

The night wind is fierce, and the waves crash on the shore, rolling up a thousand waves.

In the valley of the mountains, from time to time there was the hungry cry of the beast, and the cry was sad and sad, and the valley was like a wolf howling. Under this dark cloud, it looks particularly eerie and terrifying.

Ma'anshan is a wilderness and a place where fierce beasts enter and exit. Coupled with the remoteness and pedestrians, at this time, how can anyone pass by.

Today, however, is an exception, and it should be said that it is exceptional. For there was already a rapid sound of the wind breaking through the clothes, and it was rushing from the front to this side. As he was still far away, he could only see a dark shadow and two lamp-like eyes flickering, as well as his astonishing speed. From the speed of the person's speed, it can be seen that this person is very anxious in his heart. His eyes flickered from side to side, clearly looking for something?

At this moment, this person has come to the front of him, and through the hazy starlight, he has seen the face and clothes of the person who came. I saw that the person who came was a beautiful scholar over 20 years old, with a healthy figure, a face like pink jade, clear eyebrows, and a blue shirt.

In an instant, the blue-shirted scholar had reached the very top of Ma'anshan, on a raised boulder. He froze his speeding body and stood on a tall boulder looking around. When the blue-shirted scholar's gaze swept around, his expression was very sad, and he sighed softly. Needless to say, everyone already knows that this blue-shirted scholar is the groom who left Miss Wan Jinlian in the cave room and ran away from marriage-Guo Lin.

It turned out that Guo Lin was afraid of being chased by the people of the Wan family, and after a day and a night of running away, he lost his way and bumped into Ma'anshan, where wild beasts in the wilderness entered.

At this time, the sky was close to the third watch, and the wind gave people not a cool feeling, but a chill.

As soon as he entered the woods, Guo Lin didn't care about anything, went in to collect some dry firewood, and soon built a prosperous bonfire. He felt comfortable, he hadn't enjoyed this happy life in a long time. "Uncle Zhou is so happy to see me!"

The breeze is pleasant, pleasant. Suddenly, there was a faint moan from the breeze, which seemed to come from the bushes beside the road, and it sounded like a dying man struggling in front of death. It was already dark at this time, and the moans were clear and audible, and no one dared to judge whether it was a person or a ghost.

After Guo Lin realized it, he was horrified in his heart, his bones were terrified, his face changed color, and he pulled out the dragon jade sword in a panic and held it tightly in his hand. Courageous, calm, and slowly searched in the direction of the "moaning" sound. He needs to understand what is at work. After a few moments, he had found a place to speak.

I saw a person lying on the ground, wearing a yellow cloth monk's robe, the corners of his mouth were stained with blood, the smell of blood was blowing in the wind, and there was a ordination ring on the top of his bare head, and he was over ninety years old, and his mouth was making a faint moaning sound.

Who is this old monk? Why is he seriously injured and lying in this barren mountain and bush, is he seriously ill, or is he still injured here? Guo Lin was full of questions. Seeing this, he hurriedly put his sword into the sheath, jumped to the side of the old monk, leaned down and helped the old monk up, and asked with concern: "Master, what's wrong with you?"

The old monk opened his kind eyes slightly, looked at Guo Lin, and closed his eyes again.

Guo Lin stared at his distracted gaze and demeanor, and knew that he had suffered serious internal injuries. Hurriedly took out the jade bottle from his arms, unscrewed the cap, and there was a fragrance coming out of the wind. Guo Lin carefully poured out a wound-healing elixir from the jade bottle, and the "Fennel Pill" was incorporated into the old monk's lips. It turned out that the fennel pill was secretly made by Ziyun Zhenren after collecting fifty kinds of Chinese herbs. Although it does not have the effect of any precious elixir, it can also bring the dead back to life.

After the old monk took the elixir, his spirits were lifted, and he reopened his kind eyes and stared at Guo Lin.

Guo Lin asked with concern, "Master, are you feeling better now?"

When the old monk heard this, he said, "Little brother, the poor monk feels much better. It's just that the poor monk's injuries are too serious, and even if there is an elixir, there is nothing he can do. With that, he let out a long sigh.

Seeing this, Guo Lin couldn't help but feel sad in his heart. Hurriedly comforted: "Master, please rest assured, the little junior has an elixir for the treatment of internal injuries around him, and the junior believes that as long as the master's injury does not reach the point of the five internal organs rupturing, take a few more pills, and the master's injury will definitely be cured." ”

The old monk smiled sadly: "Don't tell the little brother that the poor monk's injuries are just like what the little brother said, to the point of breaking the five internal organs." Little brother, don't bother with the poor monk. He sighed softly.

Guo Lin was shocked and groaned for a moment and said: "Then where is the master's immortal residence, please inform the juniors, and the juniors will send the master back to the temple immediately." ”

The old monk smiled bitterly: "Little brother, no need. Life is like a dream, decades are just a snap of time, and after death, it is not just a pile of loess and white bones. Besides, the loess is everywhere, where can the white bones not be buried, why must they be buried there, not to mention that the poor monks are still thousands of miles away from the temple. The little brother sent me back, I'm afraid that within ten miles, the poor monk will be exhausted, the poor monk is dying at the extreme, can meet the little brother, we finally have a fate, it is better to talk about it here when the poor monk has not yet breathed. When the old monk said this, he was already out of breath and dying.

Guo Lin hurriedly poured out a "fennel pill" and put it into his lips.

After a while, the old monk said slowly: "Little brother, let's talk!"

Guo Lin hurriedly helped the old monk up. Since the seniors said so, of course the juniors did not dare to make their own decisions and forcibly send the seniors back. But ......" he paused and said, "The master wants to talk to the juniors, maybe there is some kind of will for the juniors to do it for the juniors, if this is the case, please ask the seniors to do so, as long as the juniors are within their ability, they will go all out to handle it for the seniors." ”

A smile appeared on the corner of the old monk's mouth, and he was satisfied with the words of this junior. "Little brother, you are right, the poor monk is having something to entrust, but ......" he said here, paused and then said: "The poor monk sees that the little brother has a good character, extraordinary bearing, and his eyes are scorching, I think he is also a person in the martial arts, can the little brother tell his teacher and name, I don't know what the little brother thinks?" After finishing speaking, he stared at Guo Lin, waiting for his answer.

Guo Lin knew that he might have important things to entrust to him. "The teacher Ziyun Zhenren has retired to the rivers and lakes for more than 60 years, and no one knows except a few old friends. "Looking at his kind words, I think he is also a chivalrous man, why don't I say the name of my father, maybe he knows. Thinking of this, his heart moved: "Little junior Guo Lin, Guo Yunfei and Guo Daxia, who were famous in the rivers and lakes twenty years ago, are the fathers. Before he finished speaking, the old monk had already grabbed Guo Lin's wrist.

Guo Lin was shocked and asked in a panic, "Master, what's wrong with you?"

The old monk's eyes radiated with excitement. Staring at Guo Lin and asked in a trembling voice, "Little brother, are you really Guo Lin, Guo Daxia's son?" Obviously he didn't believe it, the last time he chatted with Daoist Brother Ziyun Zhenren in Lishan, when he learned that Guo Daxia's descendants were accepted as disciples by Daoist Brother, how eager he was to see him, but he didn't expect to meet the person he wanted to see when he was dying.

Guo Lin was stunned and said: "The junior is his unfilial son, I don't know which senior the master is, please ask for the name." ”

The old monk's voice trembled a little, probably because of his excitement!

I only heard him say: "The poor monk is the Xuanjing of the Shaolin faction, and he has had several relationships with Ling Zun. ”

"Oh!" Guo Lin was very surprised in his heart, he heard the master say that the Shaolin faction is the first of the major sects of martial arts today, and his martial arts are very good. What thirty-six legs, seventy-two second-hand, Arhat array, and stick method are all unique in martial arts. At present, in the Shaolin faction, the highest ranking is Shaolin Master Xuanjing, the head of Shaolin, followed by the Shaolin head Sky Master and the head of the master, Space Master, Juekong Master, followed by the eight Shaolin disciples: Wukong, Wuyun, Wufeng, Wulei, Wuqing, Wufeng, Wushi, Wumin, and the thirteen-way rudder master. The power is so strong that people look at it differently. In the Shaolin faction, only the head of the master master Master Xuan Jing is the most extraordinary, I can't imagine that this Shaolin head uncle who is famous in the rivers and lakes and is respected in black and white is actually injured like this, and he was met by himself in this wilderness and forest.

Guo Lin hurriedly knelt down and said: "The juniors really didn't know just now, how presumptuous they were, and I ask the seniors to forgive me." After a pause, Guo Lin then asked: "Senior, the junior heard from the master, the senior's martial arts are outstanding, and the rivers and lakes are mighty, and now I don't know who the seniors are injured at, and I ask the seniors to inform the juniors." ”

Master Xuan Jing stared at Guo Lin and said, "Lin'er, is your master okay?"

Guo Lin was even more stunned and said, "Senior, do you know my master?"

Master Xuan Jing smiled slightly and said, "Lin'er, you are the successor of the Dragon and Phoenix Sword Technique, he is not willing to mention me, the younger brother of the monk, in front of you." Lin'er, you feel weird, don't you?"

"This ......" Guo Lin was even more stunned, he really didn't understand what Master Xuan Jing was talking about?

Master Xuan Jing continued: "Sixty years ago, our brothers both ended up leaving their homes for a woman, and who knows that the poor monk and Ziyun Zhenren are the brothers of their compatriots - Hua Zi'an, the golden flute of the demon in the 'Four Wonders' of the famous martial arts sixty years ago. ”