Fu Qingluan saw Hua Qingzi and Zhuo Donglai from a distance, feeling the breath of these two people, there are three breaths that he felt when he just accepted the inheritance, one has left, and two are still here, it seems that these two people are it. Fu Qingluan was originally practicing to consolidate the realm, but this time the three strong men met, she was pulled by the qi machine, and she had to rush to see her, she became a Taoist very late, many things are not clear, her master and the lord of the country because they did not reach that realm and could not help much, the last time I went to the Demon Domain, I was not in the mood to ask this, this time there was finally a local powerhouse gathered, and she hurried over.

Hua Qingzi said to Zhuo Dong: "Brother Zhuo, I have a disciple who has been injured, and I want to choose a place to heal him, so I won't face her, if you have time, meet her." After speaking, he walked straight away with Ming.

Zhuo Dong came to see Hua Qingzi leave, and suddenly laughed: "It seems that the opportunity has not yet come, you old man Hua, you are so cunning, you want Lao Tzu to bear this cause and effect, hey, you don't see it, Lao Tzu doesn't have the time to see it." After speaking, it also turned into yellow light and dissipated in the sky.

Fu Qingluan watched the two disappear, and for some reason, she had to stop, she closed her eyes for a while, her heart suddenly moved, as if she thought of something, but she couldn't say it, a kind of realization came to her heart: "It's okay, there is always a day to meet, and then ......" She also returned to Jianmu City, found a place on Jianmu, sat down quietly, felt the faint throbbing between heaven and earth, closed her eyes, and turned into one with this Jianmu, silent and unmoving.

Hongyou opened his eyes, a stream of vitality flowed in his body, and his originally damaged body had been repaired to seven, seven, eighty, eight, seven Two extremes are formed.

Two canopy heads protruded from above him, and one was about to pestle his nose: "Are you ?......awake?"

Hongyou had time to look around, a dilapidated house, quite large, but the four windows on both sides were broken, one was blocked, and some stones were stuffed in a mess, in his experience, this window was very likely to be an escape exit, this pile of stones was stacked very cleverly, as long as the light rail pulled out the bottom one, these stones will all collapse outward. The other window was made of wood, and there was something unknown pasted on, this thing was a thin layer, somewhat translucent, and there were several holes along the side of the window, and the sunlight shone in through the holes, so that the house was not too dark. The sunlight shone in obliquely, just falling on his legs, looking at the dust flying in the pillar of light, Hongyou felt like a world away for a while.

"Hey, wake up," Zhao Sanshi saw Hongyou open his eyes, but ignored himself and Brother Changshou, so he stretched out a hand and waved it a few times in front of Hongyou's eyes.

Hongyou tried to move his body, but as soon as he moved, he felt a sharp pain all over his body, and he couldn't help but snort.

Zhao Sanshi and Zhu Changshou hurriedly turned from the "bed" head to the "bed" side of Hongyou, which is said to be a bed, but in fact, it is just a few flat stones, laid with a large wooden plank, and there are five such "beds" in this room. Hongyou slept on the bed closest to the first window on the left, and not far from his feet there was a pot on a simple stove made of ashlar stones, and the pot was gurgling and I don't know what was cooking. On the two opposite beds lay two small figures, both facing the wall, I wonder if they are asleep.

Hongyou raised his head with difficulty, feeling that his neck was as stiff as if it was made of pig iron. He barely raised his head, and then fell back on, only to see his own legs and the door facing him.

"Hey, what about talking to you,?" The little persimmon was a little angry, Zhu Changshou shook his head at him gently, and pointed at Hongyou again: "Don't quarrel with him, you go and see if the porridge is cooked, if it's okay, get some over." He was in a coma for more than two days. He said to Hongyou again: "Uncle, you lie down first, rest well, we cooked porridge for you, wait and eat some." You were so badly injured, when I carried you back with Persimmon, you kept vomiting blood, the sweat on your body was blood, and your clothes were stained......"

My clothes are soaking wet?

Hongyou found that he had been stripped of his clothes, and he was lying naked on this plank, this surprise was not trivial, he didn't care about the pain, propped up his upper body, looked around, and saw that his clothes were thrown in the corner of the wall, red and black like a pile of rags, and a gray bead was lying quietly next to the clothes. Sensing Hongyou's emotions, the bead moved, emitting a gray light, flashing and bewitching, the two children were looking at the direction of the pot, and did not pay attention to the abnormal movement here.

Persimmon took a branch, stirred it in the pot a few times, and said to Zhu Changshou angrily: "Look, it's still this, and we still cook porridge to eat, aren't we rich, why do we still have to eat porridge, I want to eat meat, just the kind last time, piece by piece, Brother Changshou, why do you say that the eldest brother wants to give money to those people?"

Zhu Changshou couldn't help but swallow a mouthful of saliva when he heard him talk about "pieces of meat", although he also wanted to eat in his heart, he still pretended to be an adult: "Persimmon, the eldest brother said, those people helped us at that time, at that time, they saw that we didn't eat, didn't they often give us food, now they are not doing well, we have money, we should also help them! Besides, isn't there some minced meat in this porridge, which is much better than what we used to ......."

The little persimmon nodded as if he didn't understand: "Well, you have to listen to the eldest brother, what the eldest brother said is the grace of receiving a drop of water, and he must be reciprocated by a spring, I remember this, and the longevity brother can't remember it...... It's useless. ”

Zhu Changshou scratched his head, smirked a few times, and when he turned his head and saw Hongyou standing upright, he complained: "Why are you up, lie down quickly, the porridge will be fine." ”

"Ah......" Li Yingjie yawned long and straightened up: "It's noisy!"