86_86410After hearing this, the senior monk of Huiwen also nodded and said to the senior monk: "Yes, senior brother, I also heard that there is a terrible plague spread in Lancheng now, and we are not worthy of losing our lives for a purple cloud. If the abbot blames him, we will say that Zi Xiaoyun's body washed away along the river and was difficult to find for a while, and after this plague period, we will look for it again. ”

The palms that had been put together by the monk slowly put down, and he looked in the direction of the stream, and said angrily but very sadly: "This scripture has been destroyed, and I don't know how much life I will have in Rashomon. Now I watched Zi Xiaoyun's thief flee but couldn't break him into pieces, hey, it insulted my reputation of Rashomon for hundreds of years!"

"Senior brother, Senior Brother Abbot has already released a Hundred Orders Chase Talisman, even if Zi Xiaoyun escapes to the ends of the earth, he will definitely be hunted down by the disciples of other sects. Besides, falling from such a high place is crippled for life even if you don't die. Senior Monk Huiwen grinned and said with a sinister smile, "For now, let's hurry back and tell Senior Brother Abbot, it's not good to delay for a while." ”

The monk gritted his teeth, slapped his palm on the pile of rocks around him, "snapped", those stones were shattered by the palm power of Shutu, he turned around and shook his long sleeves and said: "Then I have to wait for the plague to pass, when the Haotian Hundred Dao will meet, and then go to Lancheng!"

As night fell, the monks hurried back with torches. And Zi Xiaoyun has been fainting in the stream, but Zi Xiaoyun is very smart, he used the wooden pole that caught him broken on the cliff wall as a floating object, tore off his already tattered clothes and tied the thick wooden pole to his body, even if he was unconscious in the stream, the wooden pole would not let Zi Xiaoyun sink and drown.

I don't know how many days and nights I drifted, but when Zi Xiaoyun woke up, I found that I had been washed to the shore by the river. Zi Xiaoyun looked back, and the width of the river was obviously much larger than the width when he jumped into the stream, and from a geographical point of view, Zi Xiaoyun deduced that he had been asleep for at least two days and two nights.

At this moment, Zi Xiaoyun was lying quietly on the sand, he looked at the blue sky, and several birds were flying freely. The high mountains on the opposite bank are continuous, and a few ape cries are slightly sad. He cried, crying so helplessly, so sadly.

The breeze pulled up Zi Xiaoyun's long unkempt hair, and the scars looked so pitiful. The gurgling water tells the pain of his drifting, who else can think of him in the world? Who else can care about him? That year under the rain, Roland Mountain has already doomed him to the fate of being lonely and unaccompanied; in the Bailing Valley, the cliff of life has already written his past that no one cares about; listening to the snow tower, Hongluo Youmeng has already seen his powerlessness to save the world.

Tears overflowed from Zi Xiaoyun's eyes, "Alive, I live for this・・・・・・" Zi Xiaoyun recalled the words Xu Zheng said to himself at the foot of Roland Mountain, "As long as you live", but now, it is better to be alive than to die.

Zi Xiaoyun's palms clenched into fists, and he slapped the sand angrily, trying to stand up.

Zi Xiaoyun threw away the wooden pole beside him, he looked at his broken thigh, and sighed: "Even if it is broken, I will go on, my path will never be blocked by others!" Zi Xiaoyun limped forward. In just two days, although the broken leg could not be restored to its original state, it could be dragged away, and Zi Xiaoyun did not know the reason for this.

Although the Immortal Recipe Heavenly Fu in Zi Xiaoyun's body sealed his Eight Veins of the Wonder Sutra, it also made his body extraordinary. The broken leg still had to be applied with ointment and it would take another two months to reconnect it, but the Immortal Jue Heavenly Fu was an ancient supreme divine object, and it only took two days to connect all the ribs and leg bones that Zi Xiaoyun had broken. Zi Xiaoyun didn't notice this.

For more than 20 years, Zi Xiaoyun has suffered hundreds of injuries, large and small. In the dark, the immortal secret that was sealed in the body three times has been slowly helping Zi Xiaoyun since when, if it weren't for this, Zi Xiaoyun would definitely not live to be twenty-six years old.

Zi Xiaoyun walked all the way to the market with difficulty with his disabled thigh, saying that he was walking, but in fact, most of them were crawling. When I came to this market, there were very few people on the streets, and those who appeared on the streets were some beggars who looked like Zi Xiaoyun or wounded people who had no money to see a doctor.

As Zi Xiaoyun crawled down the street, countless eyes looked at him at the same time. Those who don't know think it's another new beggar or a sick person. Zi Xiaoyun's tattered clothes exuded a strong stench, the dust and messy stubble on his face looked vicissitudes, and the long unkempt hair made people see it even more ridiculous with a hint of pity. Zi Xiaoyun didn't care about everyone's eyes, he blindly crawled forward.

"Hey, the fairy is here again! Let's go and grab the food!" I don't know who shouted in the street, and suddenly the old and the young, the fat and the thin, whether they were injured or disabled, all came to the city as if they were full of spirits. A group of people ran desperately from Zi Xiaoyun's side, Zi Xiaoyun was accidentally pushed to the ground by these people, and some people even stepped on Zi Xiaoyun directly without asking.

"I want me, I want it, give it to me, it's mine・・・・・・ hundreds of people all gathered around Zi Xiaoyun, they frantically grabbed food. However, in the middle of the tea, most of the people dispersed again, and only a few people who were not strong were still there asking for food.

At this moment, a beautiful woman in a blue robe and dress walked by, she moved her waist slightly, and carried a bamboo basket in her hand. The woman slowly walked towards Zi Xiaoyun, and Zi Xiaoyun looked up at the woman—she was so beautiful. Under the big eyes of the water spirit was a layer of light blue veil, which covered the woman's fair skin. Zi Xiaoyun didn't dare to look at it more, and immediately buried his head.

"You haven't got anything to eat yet, have you?" the woman took out a steamed bun from the basket and handed it to Zi Xiaoyun, "You can eat it." ”

Zi Xiaoyun didn't look up for a long time, he didn't dare to look up, I don't know why he just didn't dare to look up, why did he live this kind of life of being pitied and sympathized. But there is no way, because now he is nothing, and now he can only do this in order to live.

Zi Xiaoyun's eyes widened hatefully, glaring at the woman, whose originally smiling face was a little frightened by Zi Xiaoyun. The steamed bun in the woman's hand also fell to the ground.

"yes, I'm sorry - I'll get you a new one. The woman took out a steamed bun from the frame again, but Zi Xiaoyun ignored it, he quietly looked at the steamed bun that fell to the ground, and suddenly smiled, the smile was so far-fetched.

"No need - I should have eaten this steamed bun. Zi Xiaoyun lay on the ground, grabbed the steamed bun that fell on the ground, and ate it in a big gulp. The woman looked at the strange man who had fallen to the ground, and although she didn't know what had happened to him, she knew that it must be very painful.

The woman patted Zi Xiaoyun's shoulder, smiled and said gently, "You eat slowly, don't worry, there is still here." ”

After the wolf-swallowing Zi Xiaoyun heard the woman's words, he stopped, and those steamed flour scattered Zi Xiaoyun's mouth full, and some of the powder crumbs also fell.

"What's wrong? Isn't it delicious?Do you want to drink water?" The woman turned her head sideways to see Zi Xiaoyun's face clearly, but Zi Xiaoyun immediately turned her head to the side, he didn't want anyone to see, he didn't want anyone to know - he was Zi Xiaoyun.

"Give me, give me a bowl of porridge, okay?" Zi Xiaoyun took the steamed bun in his hand, he was afraid that his inability would make the other party refuse to give a bowl of porridge. But the woman hummed, nodded, and handed the last bowl of porridge in the basket to Zi Xiaoyun.

Zi Xiaoyun immediately took it and drank the whole bowl. Zi Xiaoyun lifted his face, and the entire large bowl covered his face. The woman rolled up her sleeves and smiled secretly in front of the veil, "Don't worry, you eat slowly." The woman gracefully got up and walked away.

On the street, Zi Xiaoyun was drinking porridge all the time, as if he was the only one left in the world. Everyone thought he was hungry and licked the big bowl, but it wasn't. Under that big bowl, what was covered was Zi Xiaoyun's face full of tears, he cried but didn't dare to tell others, this was a sign of weakness! He wanted to be strong, he didn't want to cry for others to see, especially such a beautiful woman