Just when Zhao Lang was infinitely YY, Guo Da's honest voice sounded.

"Lang'er, Lang'er, where are you!"

Zhao Lang's face changed slightly, and he looked at Ouyang Feng, who was still unconscious: "Not good!"

Zhao Lang has now recognized Ouyang Feng, but he doesn't want Ouyang Feng to be discovered by Guo Jing after he is unconscious, you must know that five of Guo Da's seven masters died under Ouyang Feng and Yang Kang, this hatred, tsk, even if Guo Da is honest, it is impossible to let Ouyang Feng go.

"Faint to death, don't come when you should come, when you shouldn't come, what's the fun!" stopped pranayama, Zhao Lang endured the severe pain in his body, stood up, dragged the unconscious Ouyang Feng, hid in the jungle on the side, and then cleaned up the footprints and other traces, and hid it.

At the next moment when Zhao Lang and Ouyang Feng were hiding, the figures of Guo Jing and Lu Wushuang appeared on this mountain road, Guo Jing's face was full of anxiety, and Lu Wushuang was even more tearful, which was pitiful.

"Guo Daxia, you must save Brother Lang!" Lu Wushuang said.

Guo Jing said seriously: "Well, Lang'er is Rong'er's disciple, just like my disciple, how could I let him fall under Ouyang Feng's hands?"

Guo Jing and Lu Wushuang soon came to the place where Zhao Lang and Ouyang Feng were before, looking at the blood on the ground, Lu Wushuang suddenly burst into tears, and Zhao Lang on the side was worried.

It's just that Zhao Lang knows that he must not go out now, as soon as he goes out, Ouyang Feng will inevitably be exposed, once Ouyang Feng is exposed, at this time, he is definitely not Guo Da's honest opponent, and he will definitely die.

"I'm sorry, Xiao Shuang'er, I made you sad, Brother Lang will definitely be doubly good to you in the future," Zhao Lang hid in the woods, clenched his fists, and swore secretly.

"Shuang'er, don't worry about it first, since you haven't seen Lang'er, it means that Lang'er hasn't been killed yet, let's continue to look for it, we will always find it," the middle-aged Guo Jing was calm, not panicked, looked around, and saw that there was no trace, so he took Lu Wushuang to chase down the mountain road.

The head was attached to the ground, and it was determined that Guo Jing and Lu Wushuang had gone away, Zhao Lang breathed a sigh of relief, helped Ouyang Feng well, and continued to sit cross-legged and breathe himself, fortunately, the healing chapter in the Nine Yin True Scripture had been memorized by Zhao Lang, although Zhao Lang's injury was serious at this time, but Ouyang Feng's treatment was timely, and if he was well conditioned next, there would be no sequelae.

When the Nine Yin True Sutra Healing Chapter had been running in the body for a few days, Ouyang Feng gradually woke up, and what made Zhao Lang speechless was that this Ouyang Feng was really an immortal toad, he was obviously injured so badly before, and as soon as he woke up, he was so alive and vigorous, holding himself tightly, almost suffocating Zhao Lang.

"Okay, okay, uncle," Zhao Lang worked hard to break away from Ouyang Feng, so that he couldn't be strangled, "I'm fine, I'm fine." ”

Ouyang Feng looked at Zhao Lang, and a hearty smile appeared on his face: "It's okay, it's okay, son, I know that the children of our Lang family are not so easy to have accidents, hahahaha!"

Zhao Lang smiled and said, "Uncle, can you not call me Ke'er or son in the future?"

Today's Zhao Lang is a talented genius after all, any genius whose talent surpasses ordinary people does not want to be a substitute for another person in anyone's eyes, this feeling is very unhappy, obviously, let Zhao Lang replace Ouyang Ke's position in Ouyang Feng's heart, Zhao Lang still has something to worry about after all.

"Yes, son, whatever you say, my father will promise you," Ouyang Feng said with a big grin, "Isn't it just that I won't call you Ke'er and my son in the future, but call you Lang'er? ”

Zhao Lang: ""

After some explanation to no avail, Zhao Lang was helpless, "Ke'er" was no longer called, but the title of "son", Ouyang Feng couldn't change it, Zhao Lang knew that after Ouyang Feng went crazy, he only had two obsessions in his mind: "the first in the world" and "son", since Ouyang Feng couldn't change his mouth in a short time, Zhao Lang had no choice, so he had to let Ouyang Feng call himself.

In short, call it "son" and call it a son, as long as it is not called "Ke'er", thinking of the playboy Ouyang Ke who is surrounded by a bunch of beautiful maids everywhere in the Condor Shooting, Zhao Lang is unhappy for a while, as a rising star in the martial arts, a decent family, a decent man like Zhao Lang, hooking up with such a scumbag, it is simply an insult to Zhao Lang himself!

Ahem, of course, Zhao Lang will not admit that this unhappiness is due to jealousy, there are actually a bunch of maids, this treatment, the first in the golden book!

Knowing that this was the territory of the Quanzhen Sect in Zhongnan Mountain, once Guo Jing's search was fruitless, he would definitely notify the disciples of the Quanzhen Sect to search everywhere, and Zhao Lang did not dare to stay here with Ouyang Feng anymore.

"Uncle, it's not appropriate to stay here for a long time, come with me," At this time, although the injury has not yet healed, but the ability to move, Zhao Lang has it, helping Ouyang Feng up, Zhao Lang walked towards the bottom of Zhongnan Mountain.

Along the way, Zhao Lang was cautious, and even avoided the wide and easy-to-walk avenue, and walked down the mountain along the path, just to avoid Guo Jing and Lu Wushuang, one is the father, the other is the father-in-law, if you really want to do it, Zhao Lang is really entangled!

Fortunately, all the way down the mountain, Zhao Lang did not encounter any more accidents, found an inn at the foot of Zhongnan Mountain, settled Ouyang Feng, instructed his men to boil water and bathe him, changed his outfit, and then brought a hat to cover his face, even if he met Guo Jing again, I am afraid that he may not be able to see that this is Ouyang Feng.

After that, Zhao Lang didn't stay any longer, wrote a letter to inform Guo Jing that he was fine, hired a carriage, and took Ouyang Feng to Xiangyang City.

Now, everything has calmed down for the time being, the two big and small martial arts and Guo Fu are learning art on Peach Blossom Island, Guo Fu is influenced by Zhao Lang, and his strength should be several times stronger than in the original book; Yang Guo is now a third-generation disciple of the Quanzhen Sect, and Zhao Zhijing is their same generation, thinking that Zhao Lang, the bear child, is covered by his uncle, and Qiu Chuji's bull nose does not dare to treat him badly; Wushuang Xiao Lori is now a collection of the two martial arts inheritance of the Ancient Tomb Sect White Camel Mountain, and it only takes a few years to sharpen, and it will inevitably become a rising star on the rivers and lakes, making the trend of martial arts; and Cheng Ying Xiao Lori, listening to Shuang'er, was repelled by an ugly strange man in a green robe and taken away by Li Mochou, thinking that person should be Huang Yaoshi, the next time we meet, little Lori Cheng Ying, should be the gentleman Cheng Jushi of the female middle school.

"Everything is developing in a good direction," Zhao Lang sat on the carriage, continued to run the Nine Yin True Sutra Healing Chapter, and recovered his injuries, while the injuries of Ouyang Feng of the West Poison had already recovered, and he stayed quietly on the side, looking straight at Zhao Lang, protecting the Dharma for him, and his old but not cloudy eyes were full of love.

On this day, the carriage traveled to the territory of Songshan, Henan, Zhao Lang was sitting cross-legged, suddenly there was a bell ringing in his ears, reverberating leisurely, the meaning was profound, thought-provoking, Zhao Lang lifted the curtain of the car, only to see a towering mountain appeared in front of him, between the ancient pines and ancient cypresses, a wisp of cooking smoke, rising into the sky.

"Uncle, have you already arrived in Henan?" Zhao Lang thoughtfully, lifted the curtain, and asked the master of the car.

The man who drove the car smiled and said: "Isn't it! Shaoxia, look, this big mountain is Songshan Mountain, and on the Shaolin Mountain in Songshan Mountain, it is the world-famous Shaolin Temple!"

"Shaolin Temple," Zhao Lang raised his head, looking at the majestic Shaolin Mountain, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, "Since you have come, if you don't get something to go, how can you be worthy of this time!" Uncle, stop." ”