Late at night, the moon garden, people are quiet.

Although darkness has long fallen, the blue of the sky is still tenacious, retaining a touch of brightness in the thick of the night.

It was a small courtyard, and on the side of the stone table outside the west room, Huang Rong, who was bored, was looking at the moon directly.

The moon is the hometown of Ming, and the dew is white from tonight.

When they are young, they like to be rebellious, free, and yearn for the unknown world and unknown rivers and lakes. However, whenever they are surrounded by loneliness, they will also think of their home, the familiar smiling faces and the moon of their hometown.

"Woo Woo ......"

I don't know whose dog barks to break the original calm of the night.

Huang Rong, who came back to her senses, once again set her eyes on Jiang Feng's room.

"Is the Chiyang Lingzhi in that broken lang really effective? Why has it been three days, and Brother Jiang still hasn't come out. I haven't eaten or drunk for such a long time, and I don't know if Brother Jiang can support it?"

At this time, the river breeze in the wing room was unintentionally facing the sky, his eyes were closed, and on his cheeks, which were originally as white as jade, there were waves of red as if he were drunk.

At the first glance that Gu Wen Jiangfeng saw, he saw that he was the same as Zhang Wuji, and he had been sick to the bone marrow by cold poison. Unlike Zhang Wuji, at his age, he no longer has any potential.

This Chiyang Lingzhi was originally a natural and raised spiritual thing, and although it could not be completely cured of Gu Wen's injury, at least, it could ensure that he could live for an extra year and a half.

The medicinal power of such an elixir is naturally extraordinary.

Three days ago, after Jiang Feng told Huang Rong to help him protect the Dharma, he spit out the entire Chiyang Lingzhi after meditating and adjusting the state of the breath around his body completely.

The power of the medicine was very fast, and after just half an hour, Jiang Feng felt that a sudden fire began to burn more and more in the dantian, and compared to it, the limbs and other places seemed to be extremely cold, forming a very distinct feeling of heat and cold!

But this feeling only lasted for a short time, and the fire in the dantian was as if it had encountered a strong wind, and suddenly the wind rose, spreading in all directions, and the limbs and other parts soon became hotter and hotter after returning to normal temperatures.

At this time, Jiang Feng's face changed suddenly, and he pressed his hands on the dantian and refused to let go of half an inch. Streams of Jiang Feng's pure internal power that had been cultivated for many years poured out from the dantian, as if you were chasing me, wrapping up the blazing medicinal power and beginning to digest it continuously.

In three days, the struggle between the medicinal power and the internal force of Jiang Feng had reached the most critical juncture. But seeing that Jiang Feng's face was extremely pale at this time, and the beads of sweat the size of soybeans kept falling down his jaw. One step away, heaven and hell.

"Bang, bang, bang!"

The sound of slamming the door came, not light, not heavy, not hurried, although it was night, there was not the slightest sense of anxiety and teasing.

"Who?"

At this time, Huang Rong's words were a little more hurried and nervous. After all, at this time, the person knocking on the door is probably the person from Xia Ke Island that Jiang Feng and Huang Rong are most worried about.

"Miss Huang and rest assured, the old man is loyal to the king's mansion Wu Pingxin, especially on the order of the loyal king, and the two owners of Longmu of Xia Ke Island came to visit Jiang Shaoxia. I hope that we can reconcile in the middle and resolve this grievance between the two sides!"

The Loyal Martyr's Palace, as a very special existence in today's imperial court. It has existed for a longer time than the era when Shenzhou **** was established.

The founders of the ten generations of Wat Gate have all contributed and sacrificed to the martial arts of Shenzhou, and have won the reputation of the ten generations of loyal martyrs. The canonization of this loyal martyr king is not the **** of Shenzhou, but recognized by countless martial arts people.

The so-called providence comes from the will of the people, and the heavens listen to the people, but a sentence from the Loyal Martyr's Mansion is more unimpeded in the martial arts than any so-called imperial decree.

It's a pity that unless there is a major event about the martial arts of Shenzhou, otherwise, the Zhonglie Palace's mansion has always been secluded. Therefore, in the eyes of ordinary martial arts people, this Loyal Martyr's Mansion is just a declining palace that is proud of its legend.

Even though you have a thousand identities and all kinds of glory, in front of a stranger who doesn't know you, it's just a castle in the air.

"No, it's so late, I don't see anything, if you want to see it, come back tomorrow!"

Obviously, Huang Rong didn't take this Wu Pingxin of the Loyal Martyr's Mansion in his eyes, for Huang Rong, before Jiang Feng's injury recovered, he would have to delay a little longer.

"This ...... Miss Huang, Wu still has important things to do here, and if you can't stay here for a long time, please ask Miss Huang to make it convenient!"

Just when Huang Rong was about to open his mouth and reply to the absolute side, suddenly, Jiang Feng's voice came out from the wing room in waves: "Thank you for the good intentions of King Zhonglie, but many things cannot be solved by adjustment, otherwise, wouldn't everyone's martial arts practice for so many years be in vain!"

The sound of "roaring" like thunder echoed endlessly in the night sky, and when I listened to it, I only felt that my eardrums were buzzing with this sound.

"Such a deep internal force, according to Zhang San, Li Si and the two of them, this son's talent in internal force cultivation is rare in the world. Today, it seems that after his injuries have healed, the inner family cultivation has been broken and then established, and he has made further progress, which is really in vain for the two of us to go through this experience. ”

It was the Dragon Island Lord, one of the two island lords of Xia Ke Island, who spoke, but he saw that his eyebrows were all white, and his face was ruddy, like a child, while the long beard of the Namu Island Lord on the side was sparse, more black and less white, but his face was full of wrinkles.

I can't tell how old the two are, they are always between 60 and 90 years old, and it is not surprising to say that both of them are over 100 years old. The change of Xuangong in the inner kung fu to a high level is really rare in the world.

At this moment, a pale green light suddenly came out of Jiang Feng's chamber with energy, smashed through the window and the wall, and came to the hands of the three people outside the door in a daze.

"The ten generations of loyal martyrs in the loyal martyr's palace are admired below, and the loyal martyr king is fair and convinced. Today's work has not been accomplished, and it is inconvenient to see each other, so please forgive me. Since the two island owners can invite the Loyal Martyr's Mansion to come forward, as long as the two agree to the next matter, the past will not be mentioned again in the future!"

Under the moonlight, the foreign object that caught the flying came and revealed its true face. It was a bamboo chopsticks wrapped in letterhead, and as the two island owners of Longmu slowly opened the letter, they saw a few big characters in it: the whereabouts of the Huangfu family can be known.

At this time, the two glanced at each other, and finally, the master of Nalong Island spoke: "What Jiang Shaoxia asked for is only heard about Xia Ke Island, but after the two of us go back, I will definitely send a disciple to visit." As soon as there are clues, Jiang Shaoxia will be notified. ”

"Thank you so much, I don't want to send it far, please!"

"Please!" (To be continued.) )