Sikong Gu's body was like a ball of cotton, and finally he couldn't support the hard leather bag with his inner softness, and on the official road where the horse was galloping, Sikong Gu's body gradually leaned back, and the hand that tried to hold the reins firmly was finally released. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

The horse seemed to know something, and began to slow down, but it still couldn't catch up with the speed at which Sikong Gu fell. After trying to stand up on his toes and hook the stirrup failed, Sikong Gu fell to the ground with a "bang", and when Jia San, who noticed and turned around, rushed back, he only saw Sikong Gu lying in a pool of blood.

Sikong Gu's back fell together, and the blood continued to soak the night clothes he had put on to escape from Hangzhou, and on the black night clothes, large water stains appeared, and a rusty smell came out. The stalled horse seemed to smell something ominous and neighed, but this time, no one would stare at it.

"Young master?"

Jia San's hurried and concerned voice did not reach Sikong Gu's ears, and when Jia San helped Sikong Gu up, he felt that Sikong Gu's night clothes were cold and cold, as if the blood had already soaked this layer of light and thin fabric.

Although he secretly screamed in his heart, Jia San also understood that the only way to rest was to find a place to rest, all around him were wastelands, there was not even a little light, and there were still more than ten miles away from the nearest ferry.

Although Jia San didn't know what was going on in Hangzhou, Sikong Gu's appearance was not the first time Jia San had seen it. Jia San vaguely remembered that after Mr. Wu "passed on his skills" to Sikong Gu and "shaped" the meridians that could withstand the true yuan for Sikong Gu with his true qi, Sikong Gu's bloody appearance.

Although the physique of the martial arts practitioner was much better than that of ordinary people, Jia San was taken aback when he saw the thick quilt on the bed that had been soaked with blood. Jia San vaguely remembered that Zhuge Qi, who had always been stable among the "Eight Wonders", also frowned at that time.

In the process of "passing on the gong", Mr. Wu's successes were used to break away the blood, and the successes remained in his body, in order to maintain his life like a candle in the wind, and the remaining eighty percent were transferred to the sea of qi such as Sikong Gu Dantian and Baihui.

Overnight, Sikong Gu crossed the high threshold between the first-class master and the top master, and successfully promoted to the ranks of the top masters.

At that time, Mr. Wu, who was already weak and almost fainted, also smiled.

Even though Mr. Wu is a "genius" who is rarely seen in a hundred years in the hidden sect, there are still huge loopholes in this whole set of "methods of transmitting gong."

When Sikong Gu woke up three days later, the whole person was wrapped in thick bandages, but the first question was:

"Failed?"

As always, the tone is flat, without the slightest regret, as ordinary as asking "What time is it?"

Mr. Wu, who came in a hurry, felt that something was wrong just by hearing this sentence, and after inquiring about some of the situation, he affirmed the fact that the "transmission of gong" had failed.

Mr. Wu fell into a kind of madness, Sikong Gu was not an experimental subject, long before passing on the skills to Sikong Gu, Mr. Wu had already practiced on more than 100 people, because the transferred skills were less than one ten-thousandth, and Mr. Wu had no loss. It's just that the first few experimenters died because of Mr. Wu's intentional or unintentional attempts. Of course, those who succeeded in "passing on merit" were also sent to the West by Mr. Wu after success.

Although Mr. Wu was not fully prepared for Sikong Gu's "passing on his skills", the success rate of more than ninety percent was enough for him to give it a go.

However, the answers that I got from Sikong Gu's mouth now are "the sea of qi is empty, and the meridians everywhere feel blocked...... these answers."

From that day on, Mr. Wu went crazy.

If Mr. Wu was barely a normal person before that day, then from that day on, Mr. Wu was always in a state of madness for more than four hours a day, and he was crazy like destruction.

Not to mention Mr. Wu, who only has one success left, but has fallen into madness.

In the days when Mr. Wu went crazy until he died, there were only three people on Phoenix Mountain, he, Xiaoyanagi, and the crazy Mr. Wu.

But the "Eight Wonders" who are not on Phoenix Mountain don't know one thing, Sikong Gu didn't tell the truth, in order to better control the situation after Mr. Wu's death, Sikong Gu decided to deceive everyone.

When Sikong Gu gets better and can walk on the ground, Mr. Wu, who is still sober, will "heal" for him, and after "healing", Sikong Gu can always use a little internal force, which is the hope in Mr. Wu's eyes.

This hope stayed with Mr. Wu until the day he drove to the west, and Sikong Gu did not tell him the truth.

After successfully killing Pang Liu and Zhuge Qi, two "traitors", Sikong Gu told Jia San, Guo Si, and Friday the "truth", of course, Sikong Gu did not calculate the "Eight Wonders" and told everything, but threw everything to Mr. Wu, who had already been in the ground. Whether it is calculating the "Eight Wonders" or letting yourself pretend to "pass on the gong" to fail......

Of course, Sikong Gu has already prepared a reason.

Although Mr. Wu's "passing on merit" cannot be said to be a failure, it cannot be called a success.

Sikong Gu is indeed deep in internal strength now, but if he exercises for a long time, or runs the exercises to the ultimate realm for a while, then the "Nine Swords of the Hidden Gate" can only use ten moves at most.

After ten moves, Sikong Gu was afraid that his meridians would burst and die.

In other words, although Sikong Gu's martial arts are now world-renowned, he may be a few points stronger than Yang Feiqiu, the "invincible in the world" Shenmen master, but that is limited to ten moves.

"Jiang Ning shot twice, the young master's body may not be able to bear it, he is running around all day, and he has no time to repair his body, and now he rushed to Hangzhou, in order to prevent Shenmen from plotting, he stopped the ship halfway and took the land route...... In the city of Hangzhou, you must have made another move, right?"

Holding Sikong Gu, who was drenched all over his body, Jia San raised his eyes and looked around, but except for the wind in the wilderness, even the horse didn't dare to take a breath.

"Third child, put me on horseback...... Rush to ...... early Crossing ......"

It seemed that his throat was blocked by a mouthful of blood, and the clear choking sound made Jia San hurriedly tilt Sikong Gu's body, causing Sikong Gu's head to deviate, and in the faint red light of the lantern, blood flowed out from the corner of Sikong Gu's mouth.

Jia San sighed, glanced at Sikong Gu who had passed out again, and finally had to put it on the back of the horse, and then take out the rope to tie it up, so as not to bump too much, so that Sikong Gu's weakened internal organs would be further damaged.

Leading Sikong Gu's horse, and then turning over on the horse, Jia San took a deep look at Sikong Gu, sighed again, and hurried to the ferry.

"The one surnamed Ren, this time he shouldn't drink and make a mistake, right?"

Although he knew that these worries were in vain, Jia San couldn't resist the urge to think.

"I knew that I would have followed the young master to Hangzhou City. ”

Jia San smiled bitterly, but he still couldn't stop thinking about the worst possibility, this impulse to think was finally transformed into a kind of remorse, which made him blame himself slightly. (To be continued.) )