The breeze is howling and the autumn breeze is cool.

Flying away from the sky, the wind in my ears.

Yun Feiyang only felt the void under his feet, his whole body was firmly held in the air, his consciousness gradually became a little blurred, and he only felt that the cool wind was blowing in his ears.

He wanted to shout, but the person who was dragging him over didn't notice it at all, as if he was only dragging him all the way.

His eyelids became heavy little by little, but his body seemed to fall apart, and the true qi in the dantian was completely lost. He even secretly had luck, but he realized very clearly that his true qi was gone, his martial arts were gone, and the fifty years of skill taught by his master, Xie Yin, a drunken scholar, were gone.

Is it really a waste? a useless waste?

A swordsman, without martial arts, can no longer use a sword. Then he is a waste, then he is a waste.

For some reason, Yun Feiyang's heart seemed to be being slaughtered by someone one by one, watching his heart being cut into crumbs little by little, pain, a stinging pain in the heart of the heart, which made him feel suffocated.

Why? Why is all this? Why is God so cruel?

He has been searching for the mystery of his life for so long. However, when he learned of his origins, the dragon sword he was proud of had been snatched away, and even more ironically, his martial arts were nullified.

He is a young swordsman who makes the rivers and lakes expressive, but at that moment, his martial arts are lost and he becomes a waste.

It all came so suddenly, so suddenly, it was a little scary. If it's a nightmare, let him sleep forever!

Yun Feiyang slowly closed his eyes, no longer conscious, no longer conscious.

He would rather it be a dream, a dream that he wouldn't wake up from......

"Yun Feiyang, Yun Feiyang...... The masked gray-robed man who twisted Yun Feiyang and flew exclaimed a few times, and in the suburbs of Luoyang City, he suddenly stopped, turned around, and glanced at Luoyang City, which was already far away.

"It should be safe!" he put Yun Feiyang on the verdant grass, tore off his scarf, and revealed a face with a white beard, but he was only forty years old, and he looked very handsome, with a bright gaze, and the spirit was strong, and the word "Chuan" was condensed between his eyebrows, but his face looked heroic and magnificent.

He glanced sideways at Yun Feiyang, who had fainted, sighed, and said to himself faintly: "Boy, it's really hard for you. After all, you did not escape this catastrophe, alas! Fortunately, you arrived in time to save your life. ”

Soon, he shook his head again, "It's a pity, it's a pity, your strong internal strength, if you say no, it's gone." Let the old man take you to the Valley of Forgotten Sorrows to heal!"

He hesitated slightly, stepped forward, and grabbed the unconscious Yun Feiyang, although Yun Feiyang was a seven-foot man weighing one hundred and twenty or thirty pounds, but in his hands, it was as if he was carrying cotton, and he did not exert any effort.

It can be seen that his cultivation is not weak, and it is rare to be able to have such martial arts cultivation in the rivers and lakes.

"Nangong Ao, this bastard, is so ruthless, I'm afraid that I don't have an asshole when I give birth to a son. Phew...... I don't even have a son, ****!" he scolded for a while, and he was angry.

Carrying the clouds flying from between the poignant mountain paths of the grass, around a col, and then into a dense wood, under the shade of which there was hardly a ray of sunlight to be seen.

However, he is familiar with the road and is already familiar with this place.

After walking through a forest, there is a cross-cutting river in front, but this river is more than three zhang wide, the river is turbulent, and above is a hanging waterfall, the torrent falls from the sky, the water splashes down, stirring up an incomparable splash.

He walked to the bank of the river, and stepped on the river, and walked over the surface of the river with great ease. And it didn't get wet on the shoes and pants at all, this kind of light work, I'm afraid it's rare in the world.

He was calm and calm, carrying the clouds flying, like a burly father holding a baby, effortlessly. And being able to walk over the water as if walking on the ground is really jaw-dropping.

After walking through the river, there is a mountain peak rising from the ground, towering peaks, looking straight into the sky, between the peaks of the mountains, surrounded by thin clouds and mist, a bit of fairyland ethereal.

As if he didn't see the mountain in front of him, he walked straight towards the peak. Because you are at the foot of the mountain, there is a stone wall, and there is a hole in the stone wall that is penetrated by light, and there is just enough room for two people to pass through the hole.

He crossed the rocky canyon as if he were going back to his yard. It had already passed through the flat mountain and entered an empty valley.

Clear spring around the corridor, pavilions and pavilions, carved railings and jade masonry.

Unexpectedly, behind this mountain peak is as charming as a fairyland, and it is the kind of paradise that is. A different story emerged.

He walked quickly to a stone house carved from a spar, and someone had already laughed loudly and said, "Tsk...... The dignified purple shirt, out of the Valley of Forgotten Worries, went to Luoyang City, and I didn't expect to pick up the rags. ”

The laughter not only seemed a little bohemian, but also extremely disdainful.

His sword eyebrows sank slightly, and he responded to the laughter: "Empty hands, don't you always brag, there is no patient in the world that you can't heal?"

"Ziluo shirt, I've been practicing medicine for many years, you should know my temper. The mocking voice was a little sharp. And it's a bit like a child's mischievous tone.

"I know that the principle of practicing medicine with empty hands is that doctors and monks do not heal the Tao, doctors die do not heal lives, and doctors do not treat women and men......"

"Ziluo shirt, he's not a monk, is he?"

"It's not!"

"He's not dead, is he?"

"I'm dying!"

"He's not a woman, is he?"

"It's not!"

"Then you are embarrassed to seek medical treatment from me? If I am empty-handed, I will violate my own principles of medical practice. ”

"But you can't die without help, you should heal him!"

"What if I don't heal?"

"I can't force you, healer's parents. ”

"Ahh......h

The whole person looked a little aconite, but a face revealed an extremely innocent look, he blinked a pair of big round eyes, stared at the gray-robed man in front of him, stroked the beard with the knotted chin, hesitated, stomped his feet, and asked puzzledly: "Hey, I said that the purple shirt Shangguan Hong, since you left the Guqin House and came to the Valley of Forgotten Sorrows, you didn't even wear your purple shirt anymore, and changed to this gray robe, and your behavior is still weird, you say, are you sent by God to torture me? You say......"