Yuyang water is crazy for a while,

Two monstrous waves were stirred up, flooding the homes of people on both sides of the strait.

Bitter, the people are bitter, and the mortals in half the city cry and can't complain.

The waves rise for half a moment, and then the waves retreat.

Minyu fell, and the severed limbs and wreckage were piled up...

Heartbreak hearts, relatives and friends are yin and yang...

Looking up, the Yuyang waterway, ten miles of fish turned over white bellies, broken wood and remnants crossed along the river, and hundreds of guest sails were still in the distance...

However...

The small merchant ship has long since disappeared...

There are only a few dozen embarrassed Seven Star people left, like red dumplings struggling and floating in the water, oozing a few traces of blood from time to time, staining red with muddy water...

The surrounding guest sails did not hesitate, hurriedly surrounded them, stretched out a few long poles with nets, and hurriedly scooped up the people.

I took out some of the wound medicine, ginger soup, and clothes that I had prepared for the people who left the water...

Zhou Jian stood straight on the bow of the boat with a longbow in his hand, looking at the river around him.

The slight breeze blew the black belt around his waist, and the calm river surface made him a little suspicious...

There are three less dumplings in the water...

It was Xia Hou and the two Seven Star disciples, and after the small merchant ship was sunk by a thousand swords, they never surfaced again...

It stands to reason that with Xiahou's cultivation level, even if he bears most of the damage from the heavy attack of the thousand swords, even if he will be seriously injured, it will not be fatal, let alone faint and sink to the bottom of the river...

Moreover, with Zhou Jian's understanding of Xiahou for many years, at this moment, the most important thing he should do is to rush out of the water to find himself as soon as possible!

However, such a natural thing has not happened for a long time...

"Senior Brother Zhou..."

A Pure Yang disciple shook off his wet Dao robe and walked to Zhou Jianjian: "I can't find anyone, but the brothers found some of this thing in the water..."

As he spoke, he took out a green bamboo tube from his arms and handed it over.

Zhou Jian took the bamboo tube and placed it in front of him to take a closer look...

The bamboo tube is very ordinary, three inches long. Except for a small round hole at the bottom of the bamboo piece, which is connected to a small bamboo branch, there is nothing out of the ordinary.

It's just that

When he took off the bamboo branch and saw the bright red ripples remaining inside, Zhou Jian seemed to have an epiphany in an instant, and smiled slightly.

The red is blood, and the ripples are spittle. It is clearly a container for people to hold their breath in water.

"Let's just say... How could this ruffian have such a mind..."

The Pure Yang disciple standing behind him was a little foggy when he heard this, and grabbed his hair:

"So, what's going on now?"

“......”

Zhou Jian looked at the seven-star disciples who had been fished up from the water, and couldn't help but laugh and said, "What can you do?

“......”

The sun sets, rendering a corner of the sea and the sky with the same color.

Those who can fish have already fished out, and if they can't fish, there is no need to fish again.

The passenger boats all over the river were organized one after another, and the Pure Yang disciples in the boat also entered the cabin one after another to rest...

Sail on a hundred boats...

The fishy wind is dissipating...

The strongman comes slowly, walks slowly,

Slap your ass and don't take away a mess...

The eagle roared in the sky, and then he didn't pay attention, and he flapped his wings and returned to the west.

Wailing everywhere, how can you bury your bones, where can you complain?

Yueyang City,

Where the first rays of the sunset fall...

To the west of the city, ask the top of the Heavenly Mountain.

The door of the bamboo house has not been opened for a long time.

The solemn Cao Pavilion Lord was still standing in front of the house with his arms crossed...

Inside the bamboo house,

The red rays are flickering, the medicinal fragrance is fragrant, and the air is mixed with a silence and a violence...

The medicine bottles, medicine residues, and medicine stoves all over the ground were discarded at will, and there were still several pools of dirty soup that had not yet dried up between the bamboo boards...

The surrounding bamboo cabinets, bamboo boxes, and bamboo boxes were all opened, and the inside was empty.

Mess...

It's even more messy than the coast of Yuyang.

Walk through the hall and you'll find the study...

Xia Xun was pale and lifeless, lying on the bamboo bed like a dead man.

The ink jade bamboo slip called "Speechless Asking the Sky" was glowing with a faint purple glow, suppressing the wound on his chest.

His wound had nearly doubled in size from seven days earlier. The red mangs seeped out of the cracks of the bamboo slips.

"Research two more Heart-Saving Pills..."

The kind old man did not stop for seven days, so that his gray hair was a little messy, and his face was pale and lackluster. But the spirit is still full very...

He steadily twisted up the half-inch silver needle, and the silk turned into Xia Xun's heart.

"Danriga 5 Minutes Thousand Years Ginseng..."

On the far right of the study, the table where the books were originally placed was now full of alchemy tools. A few handfuls of herbs that you can know at a glance are stacked in a corner...

A table of broken medicine was covered, which looked a little dirty.

The beautiful girl named Lin Peony was standing in front of the table, holding a mallet, and studying the medicine carefully.

She looked very sluggish...

The bamboo hairpin with coiled hair has long been lost, and the waist-length green silk is scattered randomly, and the bright eyes are covered with blood, and there is a layer of heavy eye circles. The white hands and face were blackened by the powder, and the sweat on the forehead had just been wiped off and came out again...

"There are not many snow lotus, and there is only half a thousand years of ginseng left..."

Peony's voice was a little hoarse.

The old man took out a red pill the size of a fingernail from the dozens of medicine bowls on the side and stuffed it into Xia Xun's mouth.

"Then use ginseng to refine three small treasures..."

Peony seriously rummaged through the pile of herbs, and said in embarrassment: "The Maca has run out..."

As soon as the old man picked up the silver needle's hand, he suddenly stopped...

He frowned slightly: "The new medicine hasn't arrived yet?"

The slender hand of the medicine researcher also stopped, and Peony raised the back of his dirty hand and wiped the sweat from his forehead: "I haven't been here for almost a day..."

"When I was picking up the medicine yesterday, my brother said that something went wrong outside. The medicine may be a little slower in the future..."

During the conversation between the two, the dead silence in the room became a little thicker...

The old man took a red pill from the medicine bowl again, stuffed it into Xia Xun's mouth, and then gently brushed his collarbone with his withered hand:

"Go and ask Renxuan..."

The old man paused, as if deciding something.

"If you really can't do it, you can only burn the mountain..."

Danhua, dead silence sank.

Peony gently put the wooden vertebrae in the medicine cup, picked up the dirty rag, and wiped the dirty ten fingers at will.

Leave the study...

The huge Wentian Mountain is sparsely populated today.

On the mountain road, there are no people running back and forth,

In front of the crossing, there was no carriage to stop and unload.

There are only one hundred and ten Confucians, and one hundred and ten Taoist people wandering anxiously in front of the Jinglou Square, or sitting casually.

On the square, there were twelve Dan furnaces, and only one was still emitting faint green smoke.

The eight Taoist masters stood in front of the Dan furnace irritably, throwing a few bamboo sticks into the furnace from time to time.

It's the seven deans of the Seven Stars and the Li Guan Lord of the Pure Yang...

It's just that at this moment, Li Qingfeng's face is more embarrassed and annoyed than impatience.

Obviously, the communication between him and the Seven Stars on the second floor was not pleasant.

He was very helpless, because there were some things that could not be involved at the level of their cultivation. From a certain point of view, they are just a few chess pieces in a game that has been played for 20 years...

"Wait, wait, wait! Now that the medicine has been robbed, you still wait!"

Dean Tianshu slammed into the fire and smashed a piece of rough wood: "He's going to die, I'll see how you explain to the hermit!"

"Second child, if you can't bear it, you will make a big plan. You have to change your temper..."Dean Yaoguang said persuasively while carrying a big fan and fanning the fire.

"Fart!"

Dean Tianshu turned his head suddenly, glared at Lu Suifeng, waved his big hand, and pointed down the mountain: "People released mad dogs in the Eighty Cities to block the way, and we are still standing here stupidly, letting the little ones send medicine back by themselves!

Lu Suifeng was sprayed with saliva, but he still stood quietly in place as if he were ignorant and did not speak.

"Huh... That's not right for you. ”

Chen Suixin tore off Dean Tianshu's big hand, and at the same time glanced at Li Qingfeng, who was not far away, with his eyes, and said strangely: "Mad dogs are waiting for us old guys to make a move..."

"Humph!"

Li Qingfeng was suddenly furious, his eyes were like fire, he snorted, shook the dust in his hand and pointed at the two of them: "You speak carefully, Yue Yang is for this kid to resist the order!"

"Then why didn't you resist twenty years ago, and now you have an accident before you change sides, what do you mean?"

"Back then, the master stole the sword spirit, which was a great rebellion! Even the Taishi Ancestor couldn't protect it, how could we, the disciples, control it?"

Li Qingfeng seemed to be uncontrollable, and the anger in his words was obviously a bit far-fetched.

Dean Tianquan grinned contemptuously, scooped up a scoop of water and poured it into the Dan furnace, and in an instant, the green smoke turned white and creaked.

"Then what does it matter to us whether we are dead or alive now?"

Say this once!

Li Qingfeng, who was about to put out the fire, was stirred up again.

He took three steps as a step, grabbed the collar of the dean of Tianquan with one hand, poked the bridge of his nose with the dust, glared and said angrily:

"You fuck, Zheng is casual! He is your ancestor, and the master will call him grandmaster!

Dean Tianquan was humiliated in public, but he didn't overreact, and even the other six deans of the Seven Stars only cast a contemptuous look, and they didn't have the intention of being rough at all.

Dean Tianquan's eyes narrowed slightly into a black line, and he raised a finger to slowly remove the dust poking on the bridge of his nose:

"Li Qingfeng, you haven't been our senior brother for a long time. So, the one who should be respectful is you..."

"Turtle grandson, you group of things that deceive teachers and destroy ancestors, if..."

"Hey..."

A sigh like a spring breeze sounded, interrupting Li Qingfeng's words.

"We're going to fight again..."

At the crossing of the mountain, the Lord of Cao Pavilion was in front, and the peony followed half a step and slowly walked towards the Jinglou.

"If you want to fight, stay away. Don't get in the way here..."

“......”

Seeing the comer, several people in the dispute showed a slight trace of deep worry.

Because, since Xia Xun was carried to the top of the mountain, the Lord of Cao Pavilion has been waiting in front of the bamboo house, and he has not left half a step for seven days and seven nights.

Today, he boldly went down the mountain, which can only show that Xia Xun's injury has a condition...

This can't help but make people imagine the worst...

"Hmph"

Li Qingfeng snorted, and shook off his hand to grab clothes.

Dean Tianquan rolled his eyes contemptuously, and didn't dwell on it anymore...

"It's the same root, why is it too anxious to fry each other..."

The Lord of the Cao Pavilion walked to the Dan furnace and stood on tiptoe: "The madman has seized power, and the first thing is to force you to break the contract yourself." ”

He lifted the lid of the Dan furnace, reached over his head, and looked inside

"Heh..."

Lord Cao took out a cage of ointment from the Dan furnace and counted it carefully: "You guys are good... A master is missing, and a master is out of power. There was also a military advisor who hid in the north and did not dare to come out. ”

"It's time to die, it's too slow..."

"How is he?"

During the dispute between the crowd, Lu Suifeng, who had been silent, asked.

Pavilion Master Cao did not reply immediately. He turned around and handed the bamboo cage to Peony, and said softly, "There are only so many left, let's use them first." I'll think of something else..."

Peony took the bamboo cage, nodded slightly, and trotted back to the mountain road.

At this time, Pavilion Master Cao turned his head and looked at Lu Suifeng: "What can it be?

"If the medicinal materials can't be transported again, the teacher plans to burn the mountain. When the time comes, the mountain will burn down, and there will be nothing that can be done about it..."

Lu Suifeng was silent for a while when he heard this, his eyebrows kept jumping up and down, as if he was making a difficult choice...

The old man on the top of the mountain, the mountain to be burned, can only be the mountain of Wentian.

And the mountains are the foundation of the establishment of the heavens, which has been nurtured for thousands of years and educated tens of thousands of Confucian scholars.

Now the old man plans to fuse him into a furnace, refine the essence of a hundred miles of heaven and earth, and continue his life for Xia.

It can be seen from this that the seriousness of the situation at this time,

And how deep the old man's guilt was about what happened back then...

"How long can he live without asking the sky?"

"Huh...?"

“......”

As soon as these words came out, everyone looked at Lu Suifeng in surprise at the same time.

Because, in this sentence, there is a glimmer of life, as well as some deeper meanings.

Pavilion Master Cao was also slightly surprised, but he quickly calmed down...

"Although, I don't know what hole cards you have. ”

"But, if you're just going to take him back to the Northlands, then you're going to die of this heart..."

The Cao Pavilion Lord looked at the top of Wentian Mountain faintly, and continued to say lightly:

"The ghost plot is just standing a little higher than asking the sky..."

"If there is not enough, magic medicines such as ten thousand years of ginseng and dragon and phoenix blood, even if the heavenly machine makes a move, there is no way. ”

"Besides, he can't ask the sky..."