It was already three poles of the sun, and under the woods beside a winding river, there were a group of monks dressed in Taoist robes. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info among them is also a woman in a purple dress with a beautiful face and a graceful posture.

The woman in the purple dress had sadness on her face, looking at the slowly flowing water of the river and wondering what she was thinking.

"Senior sister, are you still thinking about last night!" said a blue-robed monk who came over and sighed.

The woman in the purple skirt nodded and spoke softly: "Last night, I thought that none of us would be able to escape this catastrophe, but in the end, Senior Brother Fang sacrificed himself to save everyone." ”

She remembered that the young figure was in front of her, but at that moment his emaciated back glowed with an unusual brilliance, which made her trance.

She watched him grow up, she still remembered that he was only a little older at that time, he entered the sect, he didn't understand anything, for more than ten years, he was still that child in her heart, but he was buried under the claws of a powerful monster.

"The living are still there, but the dead are gone!" said the green-robed monk, looking into the distance, the horizon was far away. "There is still a long way to go, so many disciples are waiting for you to lead them into the distance!"

The woman in the purple dress came back to her senses and looked behind her, where her face was full of vitality and hope.

In a small courtyard surrounded by an earthen fence, two hens are leisurely pecking in the green grass. There were three thatched houses on the side of the courtyard, and in the middle of the slightly larger house, there were two people in shabby clothes gathered around an earthen kang.

"Daddy, this Taoist priest has been lying down for three days, and there is no movement at all, isn't he dead!" said a young man. He was dark-skinned, with thick bones exposed, and was clearly a farmer who had been working on the farm for a long time.

"Hugh has to talk nonsense!" the old man with the crudely made and broken wood pipe glanced at the young man.

"This is a Taoist master, I heard that they are all immortals, how can they die so easily!"

The old man opened his mouth to speak, and the young man immediately muttered: "If it was really so powerful, the Gao family would have carried him back a long time ago, how could they leave him in the mountains." ”

"Bastard, go do your job!" The old man picked up his pipe and knocked his son and scolded, "Don't pestle here, let Dao Ye rest well!"

The young man smiled and walked out of the room. As he walked, he said to himself: "I see that you are old and confused, and you see that those who wear Taoist clothes are all offered as immortals, how can there be so many immortals in this world, and I haven't seen immortals come to help my family!"

As he spoke, he grabbed the hoe handle that had been sharpened smoothly by the wall, and carried it out the door.

The old man in the room looked at the unconscious Taoist priest on the kang, smoking a cigarette without a match, and a pair of old eyes narrowed into two slits, not knowing what he was thinking.

Remembering that there was still some work to be done, the old man took the last puff of cigarette, rubbed his hands and stood up, but he was suddenly startled, and his eyes were about to fall.

Dao Ye, who had been in a coma at his house for three days and didn't know whether he was alive or dead, sat up and sat up right in front of him, his face expressionless, staring at him with a pair of stunning eyes.

"Dao, Dao, Dao, Dao!" the old man shuddered, although the person in front of him looked young, he did not despise it at all, in his eyes, these are capable people, age does not mean anything!

Besides, this dress can't be wrong, he has seen the eldest master of the Gao family respectfully in front of a Taoist master, and when it is his turn, he is naturally frightened and does not dare to be disrespectful.

"What kind of place is this?" asked the young Dao Master.

"Hui Daoye, this is Bay Village, a small village in the countryside of the river valley. The old man replied respectfully.

The young Dao Ye seemed to be thinking, and then he spoke: "Old man, don't call me Dao Ye, I'm just a little monk, passing through here, and thank you for your rescue!"

As he spoke, he bent down and saluted the old man.

"Ouch, this line, this line!"

The old man jumped up as if he had been stung by a wasp, his hands swinging wildly, trying to stop the young Taoist from saluting but not daring to reach out and touch him.

"What do you call the old man!" asked the young Daoist.

The old man hurriedly said: "My surname is Qin, just call me Old Qin." ”

"It turned out to be Elder Qin, I don't know how much time I've been disturbing your land?" asked the young Dao Master, his eyes also rolling around, understanding the environment he was in.

He was Fang Chen, who had been in great pain since he had flown out of the valley that night, and then he had lost consciousness and could not have imagined that he would wake up and be here.

"It's been three days since you've been here!" Old Qin Tou said, looking at Fang Chen's face, and said, "You haven't eaten for a few days, I'll go get you something to eat!"

Fang Chen was just about to open his mouth to refuse, but a feeling of weakness came, making him dizzy, and when he looked at it again, Old Qin Tou had already walked out of the door.

His body was so weak, Fang Chen couldn't help but look inward, his meridians were damaged in a large area, and many places were broken.

There is not much strength in his body, and it is difficult to condense the true yuan in his body, he is now weaker than an ordinary person, and there is a faint feeling of hunger in his abdomen.

"I wonder when I will recover?" Fang Chen thought to himself, secretly glad that he hadn't encountered a beast or a villain in this state, otherwise an accident might have happened.

He was confident that the meridians could be repaired slowly, and the Dan Qi Sea was still there, and he would be able to resume his cultivation sooner or later, but this recovery period was very long and quite difficult.

He checked himself again and found that except for his clothes, everything on his body was gone, and Yinhong was nowhere to be found. There was no shadow of the little white beast that came with him.

The spiritual consciousness sensed the surroundings, but did not find it, it seems that it is not here, it should have been lost somewhere else.

His face was a little bad, Yinhong was his natal flying sword, and it was also the biggest reliance in his hand, and losing it was no less than losing half a life.

Just as he was thinking, Lao Qin Tou came in, holding a clay bowl in his hand and a boiled white potato.

"The hospitality is not good, the hospitality is not good!" Old Qin Tou had an honest smile on his face, and he was innocent, and brought the food in front of Fang Chen.

Fang Chen looked at the bowl of porridge in front of him, a white potato, and thought that this might be someone's dinner, and couldn't help sighing, it's not easy to see a meal in this family!

Old Qin Tou looked at him with a look of hope, as if he was expecting him to eat. Fang Chen thought about it and ate the meal under the gaze of Old Qin.

When the time comes, make up for him and make the old man's life better. Fang Chen thought like this, for him, it was still possible to bring some help to a poor family.

Fang Chen felt that his body had regained some strength, so he sat cross-legged, wanting to practice to recover some vitality.

Suddenly, he realized that he looked out the window.

At the same time, a panicked and crying voice came: "Dad, Dad, something is wrong, Ah Xiu was captured by the Gao family!"