The water is murmuring, happily hitting the rocks, making a crisp sound of "ding ding zero zero". The small waves that were slapped up bounced up three inches high and landed on a miserable white and slender handsome face, causing the man to cough several times.

"Ah, it's so cold!" the man sat up sharply. It is the fifth son of Trumen - Chu Zhuangyun!

Chu Zhuangyun shook his head in confusion, feeling a little sober. He tried to take a breath of true air, only to feel a dull pain in his lower abdomen, but he didn't feel anything else. Chu Zhuangyun's flustered mood calmed down slightly. He crossed his legs, with the insteps of his feet facing up, his hands on his legs, and his palms facing upwards, and slowly exhaled a breath, secretly using the internal force around him. Suddenly, Chu Zhuangyun only felt a burst of nausea, felt dizzy in his head, and turned over the river and sea in his stomach - the dantian was empty, and there was nothing!

Chu Zhuangyun only felt that the world was spinning, and he seemed to be fainting again. I thought to myself: No, definitely not. It must have been that I hadn't been able to calm down just now. Yes, the master warned me that only by calming down can we feel the true qi.

So Chu Zhuangyun re-raised his true qi in the way of the Dragon City True Sect, but the dantian was still empty.

Chu Zhuangyun fell to the ground in despair, speechless for a while. He only felt that any sorrow and sorrow between heaven and earth would not make him so miserable. Chu Zhuangyun has been a strong child since he was a child, and he is a child who will not easily shed a tear even if his parents beat and scold, or if he breaks his head and bleeds.

But at this time, Chu Zhuangyun clearly felt two lines of helpless tears on his face, running down his cheeks and wetting his sleeves.

"Well, what's wrong with me? How can I do it...... Crying?" Chu Zhuangyun smiled bitterly and waved his sleeves to wipe away his tears. Putting his hand on his waist to grope for it, he was a little relieved that the light sun and moon flute were still on his body. Chu Zhuangyun pulled it out and held it in his hand to look at it carefully, the flute was still jasper and clear, but it had lost its original color like cold water and sand in the daytime. Chu Zhuangyun recalled that his master had told him: "Zhuang Yun, this light sun and moon flute is not an ordinary jade flute. If the person who holds the flute has abundant internal strength, this flute can glow with the color of the moon and stars in the daytime, and can release a dazzling brilliance in the night! This is also the origin of the name of this flute. On the other hand, if the internal strength of the holder of the flute is shallow, it means that his attainments are still shallow, and he is not enough to control the light and sun and moon flute, so it will not emit any color. ”

"The internal force is shallow, and the attainments are still shallow...... The internal force is shallow, the attainments are still shallow, the internal force is shallow, the attainments are still shallow!" Chu Zhuangyun laughed sadly, sat up from the ground suddenly, and raised his heart to the sky and shouted: "Is it really me 'shallow internal strength, but the attainments are still shallow'?" Ha, ha, ha......" The voice only sounded repeatedly near the woods, and after a while, it was cut off, and Chu Zhuangyun finally admitted that his internal strength had indeed been lost. Chu Zhuangyun couldn't release a breath of resentment in his chest, and waved the jade flute in his hand, a set of "Dharma Sword Technique" wielding a tiger and a tiger. Chu Zhuangyun's heart was cold, and he changed his technique slightly, and a complete and perfect set of swordsmanship such as "Handan Six Swords", "Kunlun Eighteen Plates", and "Wolong Thirty-six Styles" were about to come out, and Chu Zhuangyun danced smoothly. Chu Zhuangyun found a trace of solace in the darkness: the external skills were not lost at all.

Chu Zhuangyun looked at his reflection in the water, and couldn't help but fall into deep thought again: What should I do now? Do I continue to move forward? Impossible, although I haven't lost my external strength, I have lost my internal strength, and I have become a half-wasted person, the white tiger bone is enough to bear, and I don't know if I can continue to walk on the road behind...... Let's go down, it's a big deal to follow that scholar to Huangquan together. Also, life is short, Wang Youjun also wrote: "The situation is short, and the end is over." "Life is a dream, ups and downs, ups and downs like waves, and finally you have to drink the Meng Po soup on the Nai He Bridge, and forget the merits of the past life. Chu Zhuangyun raised his head suddenly, the corners of his mouth rose slightly, and he stared blankly at the front without speaking.

Between the lightning and flint, such a picture appeared in Chu Zhuangyun's mind: the people in Xuanfu City were panicked, the streets and markets were full of corpses, and Xuanfu became a lifeless dead city. The murderous Mongols effortlessly broke the gates of Xuanfu with arrows and machetes. The third brother couldn't hold on anymore in a pool of blood and countless corpses, and slowly collapsed. Hong Mengcheng, who smiled fiercely, the third brother who shed his last drop of blood, the miserable Mongolian soldiers, and the people of Xuanfu who called for their children and daughters...... It's hell on earth!

Chu Zhuangyun suddenly twitched as if he had been struck by lightning. After a while, as if he had decided something, he shouted: "No, I am not sorry to die, but I have suffered the people of the whole Xuanfu and even the whole world, how can I live up to the expectations of the Holy Lord?"

As he spoke, he flicked his sleeves and said to himself, "I must go back and find a pharmacist and herbs that can cure the plague." "A big step forward.

"Wait, the stinky boy just wants to leave like this?" A sharp and piercing voice sounded behind Chu Zhuangyun.

Chu Zhuangyun "groaned" in his heart, turned around suddenly, and saw a tall thin man in green clothes with sharp beak and monkey cheeks standing straight behind Chu Zhuangyun, staring at Chu Zhuangyun coldly.

Chu Zhuangyun also sneered, looked at the man's eyes without timidity, the corners of his mouth trembled slightly, and said, "Oh? Zhuang Yun wants to ask Your Excellency's Wan'er." The tall and thin man snorted and said in a metallic voice, "Ha, I'll tell you the truth." My surname is Liu, and I have a single fighting character. How's it going, are you scared?"

Chu Zhuangyun sneered again, then deliberately shook his head vigorously, and said loudly: "I don't know." I know a lot of people surnamed Liu, Liu Xinyi, the old boxer of Henan Baihuamen, Liu Yuqian, the head of Hubei Tiandimen, and Liu Wenjian, the founder of Shaanxi Shenvinegar Boxing...... I just haven't heard your Liu Dou's name. Liu Dou was suddenly furious and shouted: "Bastard, dare not know my Liu Dou's dignified name." Then what are you still messing around in the rivers and lakes?" As soon as the words fell, Liu Dou made a move, and with a slap of "Mount Tai pressed the top" in the mountain splitting palm technique, he went towards Chu Zhuangyun's top door cover. "Mount Tai presses" this trick is half real and half virtual, and the user must perfectly use his internal force to exert his own internal force in order to give full play to the effect of this trick.

Chu Zhuangyun frowned at first, and then moved the footwork of "Da Jiangdong Go" under his feet, crossed Liu Dou in one fell swoop, and hit the "Life Gate" point on Liu Dou's back with his right hand. Liu Dou's body was clumsy, and he only felt that Chu Zhuangyun flashed in front of him, and then he felt a pain in his spine.

Liu Dou shouted angrily again, hurriedly jumped away, and secretly lucked his true luck, but found that there was nothing abnormal, and he was very puzzled in his heart, not knowing what the hell Chu Zhuangyun was doing. Although he is a rough man, he also knows: Truman's fifth child's internal strength can be described as unparalleled in the world, even if he kills, he will never see blood, and will only torture the other party with dark energy. But today, he Liu Dou actually escaped, which is really fateful.

Liu Dou couldn't help muttering: "What the hell is this stinky boy doing?

Chu Zhuangyun was only a distance away from Liu Dou, and he didn't dare to move forward for fear of a sudden sneak attack by a guy like Liu Dou. His internal strength has been lost, and he can't defeat Liu Dou no matter what. Chu Zhuangyun's right hand had just been injured by Liu Dou's internal counterattack, and he only felt a faint pain in his right wrist. Chu Zhuangyun frowned secretly, and said in his heart: The top priority now is to find a way to get out, continue to be entangled like this, and wait until their reinforcements arrive. I, Chu Zhuang Yunke, will be buried in this charming mountain. Well...... How can this be done?

The two just stared at each other, but neither dared to act rashly. It was Chu Zhuangyun who spoke first to break the deadlock: "Liu Dou, don't you feel that there is nothing unusual on your body?" and then deliberately turned his gaze to another place to show that he didn't care.

Liu Dou thought in his heart: Listening to this stinky boy say this, it seems that he really did it on purpose. At the moment, he squinted at Chu Zhuangyun's expression, and found that he didn't care about it at all, and he was even more convinced in his heart, and said viciously: "Frightened, the stinky boy surnamed Chu." There is a kind of fight in which we fight openly, and what kind of heroes are we who hurt people with internal force?"

Chu Zhuangyun still looked away leisurely, noncommittal. Liu Dou was even more anxious, raised the volume of his voice, and said: "I didn't expect Trumen to use the means of the next three indiscriminate, it's really despicable and shameless!"

Chu Zhuangyun was secretly happy in his heart, and estimated that Liu Dou had already been tricked, so he turned his head and said, "What are you shouting nonsense, it's better to be like this." As for me, I respect you as a man (Chu Zhuangyun secretly said in his heart: Just like you, what kind of hero are you?), and I don't embarrass you. Why don't we make a deal: I'll tell you the cure, and you let me go, how about it?"

Liu Dou was secretly shocked in his heart, but then he was relieved, and without thinking about it, he pretended to wave his hand generously and said, "Well, as long as you are willing to tell me the solution, I will let you live." ”

Chu Zhuangyun only felt secretly funny, pretended to think for a while, and then pretended to be forced to compromise and said, "Okay." The gentleman said ......" Liu Dou immediately continued: "Hurry up and whip the horse!" Chu Zhuangyun said: "It's so refreshing! Liu Dou, your 'disease' is not difficult to treat, you just need to lie in the soil every day, cover your whole body with mud except your face, and after three days, the poison will be self-relieved." Liu Dou pondered and said: Listening to this stinky boy say so amazing, eighty percent can't be wrong. He immediately nodded and said, "Okay stinky boy, you're lucky this time." Let's go!"

Chu Zhuangyun smiled slightly, and galloped forward with the footwork of "Da Jiangdong Go" under his feet...... Leaving Liu Dou, who thought he had taken advantage, stayed in place and laughed stupidly.

Chu Zhuangyun knew that he was drifting down the stream, so he ran all the way along the stream. After a while, Chu Zhuangyun felt powerless, and couldn't help but slow down, he secretly said sadly: Alas, after the internal strength is exhausted. I can't even run this distance, what use am I doing? Even the surrounding green forests and bamboos also became sad.

Chu Zhuangyun stopped and walked like this for a while, and there was really no one to stop him on the way. When the afterglow of the setting sun sprinkled all over the land, Chu Zhuangyun finally saw a familiar sign - the stone tablet engraved with "White Tiger Valley".

Chu Zhuangyun was secretly relieved, rested for a while, and recalled the scene that had just happened, only to feel shocked, as if he had climbed back from the abyss of hell. He whispered to himself: "'No one is a guest everywhere in life, and the proud rivers and lakes are home', but what about my 'home'?

An old voice suddenly sounded: "Young man, you are so young, what other troubles can you not think of?"