Paper can't contain fire after all.

As the news of the Six Immortals of Peach Valley and many characters in the rivers and lakes robbing Ling Hu Chong spread, people with a heart will naturally track down the roots of the Six Immortals of Peach Valley, and it will be difficult for Ren Yingying to stay out of the matter......

Many people who have asked for Ren Yingying have speculated about the purpose of the holy aunt.

If it is said that the Holy Aunt of the Sun and Moon God Sect also covets the sword spectrum to ward off evil spirits, he can order many masters of the Black Wood Cliff to rob them in vain, wouldn't it be more certain?

Why do you need to send the Six Immortals of Peach Valley to sneak away Ling Hu Chong?

Since it's not for the sake of warding off evil spirits, why is it?

In short, whether intentionally or unintentionally, no one will believe that the Holy Aunt is for a Rausch music score!

Within a few days, rumors began to circulate on the rivers and lakes that Ren Yingying, the holy aunt of the Sun and Moon God Sect, had a crush on the Merry Young Man Ling Hu Chong of the Quanzhen Sect, but she was afraid that the Quanzhen Sect would not agree, so she sent the Six Immortals of Peach Valley to rob her relatives......

Ren Yingying was furious when she heard this, but she couldn't say it, she didn't dare to come out to explain, and seeing that this matter was spreading more and more fiercely on the rivers and lakes, there were already countless side doors ready to pat her ass by currying favor with Ling Hu Chong!

In the end, even Dongfang Undefeated sent someone to inquire if he needed to personally write to Yue Buqun, the leader of the Quanzhen Sect, to discuss her marriage with Ling Hu Chong?

It really makes Ren Yingying embarrassed......

Also angry about this is Feng Buping, if this matter is purely a rumor, but it is groundless, not without reason!

However, Linghu Chong was born with the virtue of a confused, windy and wandering son, no matter who looks at him, he is not a strong-willed person, and it is unlikely that he can withstand the test of the red* pink rouge account......

If it is said that he is bewitched by the beauty of the demon sect and the demon girl, it is normal that he can't extricate himself!

Since that night, Feng Buping and Cheng Bu Worry mobilized hundreds of people, and tried his best to injure the six immortals of Peach Valley. Forced back martial arts people from all walks of life. After returning to Huashan with Linghu Chong.

Feng Buping originally wanted to pass on the first layer of Zixia Divine Skill to Ling Hu Chong. Let him regulate his qi and heal his injuries, but after this incident, Feng Buping had scruples and hesitated.

After all, if Ling Hu Chongzhen had an affair with the Demon Sect Demon Girl, in case he betrayed Quanzhen in the future and joined the Demon Sect, he would be tired of the Daomen Authentic Xuangong leaking. It's hard to escape the blame for that injustice!

Of course, Feng Buping would not watch Ling Hu Chong half-dead, so he first used Zixia Divine Skill to infuse him with true qi and temporarily suppressed his internal injuries for him......

The young man with outstanding swordsmanship once became a terminally ill soft-footed shrimp, so that Hu Chong was exempted from the punishment of facing the wall, but every day he saw the brothers and sisters practicing swords in the school field, but he was weak, barely able to hold a long sword, and he couldn't practice a few moves, so he couldn't help but feel sad.

Within a few days. He also learned from the jokes of his senior brothers that the rivers and lakes were full of rumors about his "romantic affair" with Ren Yingying, the holy aunt of the Demon Sect.

He was at a loss. I also vaguely understood the reason why Feng Buping looked hesitant when he looked at him these days......

This made him both aggrieved and sad, and he just wanted to hide in a place where no one was......

Yes......

In the silent basement, a slight ** suddenly sounded, and a figure slowly sat up on the ground.

In the dim glow of the oil lamp, several large steel cages reflected a faint icy luster.

The figure crawled to the edge of the cage with its tattered clothes, its palms slapping against the arm-thick steel railing, and shouting weakly, "Is there anyone...... I want to drink water!"

After a while, when no one answered, the figure cried out, "Where are all the dead...... Bring water!"

Still not answering, he looked up at the basement entrance, revealing a haggard face with a scruffy beard, "Pity me Tian Boguang for a chic life...... In the end, he was dyed of thirst......"

"Someone's coming...... I want to drink water...... Woohoo......"

Suddenly, the basement was dimmed, and someone seemed to come down from the entrance, and a familiar voice said: "The dignified 'Ten Thousand Miles Alone' Tian Boguang...... Why do you cry so badly?

If it spreads out, won't it make the heroes on the rivers and lakes laugh shamefully......"

Tian Boguang looked at the approaching people, and said in a daze: "Linghu Chong ?......"

"It's my ......" Ling Hu Chong kept the two jars in his hand, "The water is not ...... Do you want to drink or not?"

"Drink ......" Tian Boguang kept wiping away his tears, his arm poking out from the gap in the stainless steel railing, "Give me ...... quickly"

Ling Hu Chong looked at Tian Boguang's shirtless arm, which was full of scars, and there were three or four particularly deep wounds that were not yet good, and the whole arm was skinny and thin.

couldn't help but wonder: "Brother Tian...... How did you get injured and a broken leg?" he said, slapping the jar open the mud seal and handing it over.

Tian Boguang took a sip and swallowed it before sighing: "It's hard to say!"

After walking a lot at night, I finally ran into a ghost......

Tian has been bullying people with a quick knife, but this time he used a quick knife to cut people all over his body and cut off a leg...... It's miserable!"

Ling Hu Chong only heard that Tian Boguang went to burn the Huangji Palace and was arrested and locked in the dungeon, but he didn't know whose hand it was, so he couldn't help asking: "Whose fast knife is faster than Brother Tian's flying sand and stone knife technique?"

This time it was Tian Boguang's turn to ask rhetorically, "You don't know?"

The two black-robed Taoist priests in the Huangji Palace, one made a machete outside the gate, and the other made a Mongolian scimitar, the knife technique is extremely fast, the tricks are weird, and the internal strength is vicious, not like the decent internal strength......

The most hateful thing is that they also smeared poison on the knife!

After chasing for a hundred and ten miles, I fought all the way and escaped, and I was almost sliced by Ling Chi!"

Ling Hu Chong was incredulous, "No...... I've been in the Quanzhen Sect for twenty years, and I've never seen a fast knife master!"

Tian Boguang saw that his expression did not seem to be fake, so he said meaningfully: "It seems that the water of the Quanzhen Sect is very deep...... Come on, come on, let's drink!"

Ling Hu Chong was depressed in his heart, and he didn't care about what Tian Boguang said, he only echoed: "Oh...... Drink!"

Early the next morning, Feng Buping was ready to heal Linghu again, but he couldn't find anyone, so he ordered his disciples to look for it.

After a while, the disciple reported, "Senior Brother Linghu went to the dungeon last night, and he and Tian Boguang got drunk, and the two of them fell asleep together, and they haven't woken up yet!"

Feng Buping's face changed in anger, and he was about to scold him, but when he reached his mouth, he suddenly turned into a sigh. "Chong'er. You are so ignorant of self-love. And teach me how to ...... Hey!"

Seriously injured, you should guard against arrogance and rashness, cultivate your mind and cultivate your qi, and avoid drinking alcohol and cold, so that Hu Chong not only does not know how to restrain himself, but also goes to get mixed with Tian Boguang!

Feng Buping was disappointed, but also felt that Ling Hu Chong was so impetuous that it was difficult to even get started with Zixia's divine skills. Not to mention healing.

Two months passed in a flash, and Huashan ushered in the first snow of winter.

The white feathers in the sky are fluttering one after another, and the mountain wind is howling endlessly, and the ice is biting.

Some disciples with shallow internal skills couldn't stand the cold, so they had to wear thick cotton clothes.

In the evening, Ling Hu Chong, who was wrapped like a zongzi, staggered to the dungeon with a new set of quilts.

"Hiss ......"

As soon as he entered the dungeon, he heard Tian Boguang beating his broken leg vigorously. I couldn't help but make a sound.

Ling Hu Chong knew that it seemed to be such a serious trauma. If the treatment is not timely, most of them will leave the most annoying sequelae - every time it is windy, rainy, cold and freezing, the healing wound is as painful as a thousand cuts.

"Brother Tian...... You can't get out of the dungeon, you don't need cotton clothes, so I'll only bring you two beds...... Uh, quilt ...... Ahem, ahem!"

After barely finishing a sentence, Ling Hu Chong coughed heartbreakingly, and it took a while to stop.

Tian Boguang said with concern: "Brother Linghu...... My internal strength is still passable, but I am not afraid of cold and heat, so why should you be tired?"

Ling Hu Chong sighed to himself, and said: "These days, Brother Tian and I have nothing to say, and we have long been like confidants......

Brother Tian, you don't know how long you have to stay in this dungeon, but I am about to die, if I don't send you something, I'm afraid no one will send ...... in the future."

Tian Boguang said: "Sect Master Yue of your sect is earth-shattering and unparalleled in the world, can't he heal your injuries?"

Ling Hu Chong smiled bitterly: "I only found out in the past two days...... Sect Master, he left Huashan a long time ago, and he hasn't returned yet!"

Tian Boguang sighed: "Brother Linghu is really unlucky......

The two chatted and chatted for a long time, and felt more and more like-minded.

When leaving, Ling Hu Chong deliberately glanced at Tian Boguang's broken leg, his eyes flickering.

At midnight, the goose feathers and snow are getting bigger and bigger, and the sight is white, and it is difficult to see the five fingers when you stretch out your hand. The cold is doubly pressing, and it can almost drip into ice.

Linghu Chong staggered out of the room with a large jar of wine in his arms, trampled the thick snow into a slag, and was about to step out of the courtyard.

The window of the next room opened a crack, and a young disciple poked his head out and said strangely: "Senior Brother Linghu, in the middle of the night, it is still snowing, where are you going?"

Linghu Chong looked back and smiled, "Woke up junior brother...... I can't sleep, go to the dungeon and drink with Tian Boguang!"

The disciple said, "You are careful of slippery roads......

Ling Hu Chong said yes, and slowly walked out of the courtyard, only to breathe a sigh of relief, and looked nervously at the wine jar in his arms.

The night snow did not stop, and it was difficult to find the direction, but fortunately, he only had to walk along the wall, and at the end of the dungeon entrance was the entrance to the dungeon.

But the snow was a foot deep, and he lost all his martial arts, his body was weak, and his progress was very difficult, grinding and grinding along the way, and he fell several times, and was covered with snow.

Seeing Linghu Chong coming to the dungeon in embarrassment, Tian Boguang couldn't help but be stunned at first, and then became angry: "You don't want to die......"

Ling Hu Chong smiled nonchalantly, "As far as Brother Okita said, Ling Hu Chong didn't come in vain!" said and slammed the wine jar to the ground and shattered into a heap.

Tian Boguang was puzzled, but he couldn't help but be surprised when he saw that after the wine jar was broken, not a drop of wine flowed out.

Linghu Chong pulled open the fragment of the wine jar and picked up a huge stainless steel key from it, as well as something in the shape of a human leg, which seemed to be a prosthetic leg.

While taking the key to open the oversized iron lock on the steel cage, he handed the prosthetic leg to Tian Boguang and said with a smile: "With it, although Brother Tian can barely perform light skills, his speed is not even half of what he used to be, and he can no longer pick flowers all over the world......

Tian Boguang's expression was complicated, and he looked at Linghu Chong Shi Wei in a daze.

The iron lock seemed to be rusty, and it took a lot of effort for Fox Chong to squeak open, but when he tried to pull the steel door with both hands, he didn't pull it.

Ling Hu Chong tried hard again and again, and suddenly his chest was stuffy, and the dantian was cramped, and he immediately knew that something was wrong, afraid that it was an internal injury again. Then I felt that the sky was spinning, and I fainted to the ground with an ordinary sound.

Tian Boguang's expression tightened, he used his internal strength, pushed open the prison door, and when he came out, he stretched out his finger to probe Linghu Chong's snort, and breathed a sigh of relief.

Only then did he put the prosthetic leg on his leg, and muttered, "Brother Linghu...... If you let me go, I'm afraid I won't be able to escape the punishment of my elders!

You are seriously injured and die, so you might as well let me take you out and look for good medical treatment......"

At the same time, I secretly decided in my heart: even if the good doctor is not useful, I can still go to the Holy Aunt...... She has great powers, and she will definitely be able to heal you!

Under the cover of heavy snow curtains, Tian Boguang carried Linghu Chong on his back to bypass the light and dark sentry posts everywhere, and jumped and ran on remote mountain roads, fleeing to the bottom of the mountain......

Far away, Feng Buping Yu was standing on the edge of a high cliff, taking in the figures of Tian Boguang and Ling Hu Chong farther and farther away.

Yu Ming said disdainfully: "If we hadn't removed most of the posts, how could Tian Boguang easily escape with his current lame style?"

Feng Buping's eyes were quite unbearable, and finally sighed: "It's good to let Chong'er taste the taste of being in the rivers and lakes...... If he realizes in time and knows how to repent, why should we be stingy to pass on his Zixia Divine Skills?" )

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