After running for a while, he thought that the two would never be able to catch up again, so he lay on a big rock by the river and gasped, thinking: "I pretended to be the prince to ask for some cheapness, and I didn't want to cause death, this is really wrong." Then he thought again: "But if it weren't for me, I wouldn't have been captured with that Shamali martial arts, and now that he has been executed by the emperor, his son should seek revenge on me." He lay down and rested for a while, and then went back to the river.

The weather was still a little cold at night in early spring, his clothes were thin, and the wind in the valley was very strong, so he couldn't help shivering, and reached out and touched the fire knife and flint in his arms, and it was still there. So he found a leeward place, picked up some hay and firewood, made a fire, and sat down with his knees crossed.

After he practiced the seven techniques of this meridian yin fu to nourish the gods and refine the gods, his mind has unconsciously become extremely dexterous, this fire knife flint was originally used by him to light the lamp when he was in the bamboo house, thinking that with the fire he could warm and roast food, so as not to starve and freeze, so he took it out when he fled. After the fire was lit, there was no need to worry about insects and beasts, so he slept by the fire and his clothes.

On the second day, Lin Fengsheng woke up to the sound of rushing water, washed his face and rinsed his mouth with the river water, and then continued to march towards Lu. Both sides of the strait are peaks and strange stones, a group of birds and songs, the scenery is quiet, and the road is also leisurely. After walking for a while, I was hungry and thought, "There should be fish and shrimp in this river, so I'll catch some and roast them to satisfy my hunger." So he took off his shoes and socks and his robe, rolled up his trouser legs, and went out into the river to catch fish and shrimp.

I couldn't help it, I didn't touch anything for a long time, and the river water was quite biting, so I had to go ashore to give up, and said in my heart: "There is a way that the water is clear, then there are no fish, and the water of this river is so clear, I am afraid that there will be no fish at all." It's better to find someone to ask for something to eat. "Hurry up and move forward.

After walking for about an hour, the mountains on both sides of the river gradually calmed down, and I saw a few terraced fields on the slope not far away, and a flock of ducks quacked in the river bay, playing in the water and feeding in a reed thicket. Lin Fengsheng was in high spirits, and said in his heart: "There are farmland and waterfowl here, there must be people's homes." He took out the money bag from his bosom, shook it, and ran forward.

Turning the river bay, I saw a flat dam in front, two or three thatched huts were built near the water, and light smoke curled on the thatched roof, presumably the host's family was making breakfast. Lin Fengsheng straightened his clothes and strode towards the hut.

In front of the thatched hut is a small courtyard surrounded by a fence, the flowers and trees in the yard are sparse, full of interest, and an old hen leads a group of chicks to chirp and forage. Lin Fengsheng was very happy to see such an elegant farmhouse courtyard, and knocked on the empty firewood door at the moment.

After a while, I didn't hear anyone respond, and said in my heart: "The master's family may be a pair of old men and mothers-in-law, and their ears are not very bright." Then he pushed open the wood door and came to the front of the house, and said loudly: "Xiaosheng passed by your land, and he was hungry, so he asked the master's family to give him some food." There was still no answer in the house, so I had to sit down on the bluestone steps in front of the door.

The sun gradually came overhead, but no one came back, and there was no sound in the house, only the smell of rice came through the crack in the door, and the owner of the hut must have had something to do temporarily.

Lin Fengsheng swallowed his saliva and said in his heart: "I'll serve some food by myself, and leave the food money when I leave." He stood up and thought again: "Now is not the time when I was in the bamboo house of the Ministry of False Hatred, this kind of untold thing must not be done again." I will look for the master everywhere, so as not to be suspected of being under the melon field. So he went out of the courtyard and went to the river.

As soon as he walked a few steps, he suddenly heard a chaotic whistling sound from far and near, mixed with the sound of blades colliding from time to time, Lin Fengsheng was shocked, and said secretly: "Could it be that the bandits and robbers came to rob the house?"

After a while, I saw a young woman and a white-headed old man rushing towards them, followed by five or six men in black whistling and chasing, both of them extremely fast. In an instant, he was in front of Lin Fengsheng, there was only a small road here, there were shrubs and long grass on both sides, the young woman saw a strange man blocking the way, and stabbed Lin Fengsheng with a sword distracted, Lin Fengsheng immediately turned around and staggered away.

The woman stabbed her sword into the air, and she was quite surprised, and looked at Lin Fengsheng with a pair of wonderful eyes: "Who are you, are you in a group with thieves?"

Lin Fengsheng hurriedly shook his hand and said, "No, no, the girl must not be misunderstood, she is just a passing reader." ”

The white-headed old man couldn't stop coughing, and the corners of his mouth and beard were covered with blood, and it turned out that he had already suffered internal injuries. The woman was suspicious, and held the old man and said urgently: "Grandpa, how are you?"

The old man said: "Don't get in the way, Yun'er can't be rude to others, so as not to cause complications." Let's go!"

The woman nodded and said to Lin Fengsheng: "You hurry up and leave, these people behind are very evil." ”

As he spoke, seven or eight black-clothed men had already chased after each other, each holding a long sword to surround Lin Fengsheng and the two of them at the core. When Lin Fengsheng saw their outfits, he suddenly felt a sense of familiarity, and said in his heart: "I have seen these people dressed before, where are they?

I only heard a man in black: "Old man Zhang, you can't escape, you obediently hand over the things, we may be able to spare your life." ”

The old man glared at a few people angrily, and suddenly he laughed and said, "Don't dream, because you are not worthy! The old man will not give it to you even if he dies!" He turned to the woman and said, "Yun'er, let's fight with these thieves!" ”

The woman nodded, "Yes!" As soon as he finished speaking, the sword light began to stab the throat of the man in black who spoke. The old man shouted, waved his palms and attacked.

One of the older men in black shouted, "Dare to go against my Shuramen, you are impatient!" The long sword in his hand conjured up a little cold star, and fought with the old man's palms.

Lin Fengsheng originally planned to see the situation clearly before speaking, so as not to cause unnecessary trouble, but when he heard that they claimed to be disciples of the Shura Sect, he couldn't help but be filled with righteous indignation, and said in his heart: "Yes, Wang Youzhen is also wearing such a black dress, and he is also using such a vicious swordsmanship. These people have done all the bad things, and everything is good and evil, and I think they are completely evil. ”

Without hesitation at the moment, his body pierced through the eight Shura disciples like a swift wind, and in an instant, he grabbed two long swords in a row, threw them outward, and the two swords shot out two white light arrows into the river. This situation is like snatching the blades of the tribesmen outside the palace, but now that his internal strength has a foundation, it is naturally effortless to take the long sword in the hands of the two people.

The old man and the woman saw that Lin Fengsheng suddenly came to help, and his body was unbelievably fast, they were both surprised and happy, and they were also the four people who struggled to fight with themselves.

The two Shura disciples who were robbed of their blades were shocked, and they screamed, one of them shouted: "Where did you come from, the little white face, you are killing yourself!" jumped up and punched and kicked, Lin Fengsheng didn't know any other punches and feet at all except for a set of wind palm techniques, so he had to step on the snow to find plum steps to dodge, although the two martial arts were not weak, but they couldn't hurt him.

Over there, the old man and the two Shura disciples were already quite tired of fighting, and they coughed even more, and there were blood marks everywhere on their arms. The woman swung her long sword and fought the opponent alone, and it was a draw.

Lin Fengsheng saw that the situation was critical, and said in his heart: "I can only free up my hands to help the old man by beating these two people back first." ”

At that moment, he slowed down his pace, and his left palm obliquely dissolved the oncoming punch, and his right palm struck the man in the chest, knocking him three or four feet away, falling into the grass and spurting blood, and he couldn't get up again. The other person roared angrily, and kicked his flying leg at Lin Fengsheng's lower back, Lin Fengsheng's body turned half a circle, and slapped down on the person's knee with a palm, and the bones shattered with a click, and the man fell to the ground, one leg was soft and had been discounted. Although Lin Fengsheng couldn't bear it, he had no other way to deal with these fierce people.

At the same time, only a dinging sound was heard, and the woman had already cut off her opponent's long sword, and what she was holding in her hand was actually a sword. The Shura disciple panicked, threw the broken sword in his hand at her, and ravaged to snatch the long sword from her hand.

The woman dodged the broken sword, the tip of the sword slanted at the man's wrist, and the man's palm slid up against the blade and shouted, "Let go!" The woman exclaimed, the long sword had reached the other party's hand, and hurriedly fled to the side.

The man didn't pursue, rubbed his two fingers back and forth on the sword, and praised: "Sure enough, it's a good sword!"

It turned out that Lin Fengsheng took advantage of his complacent moments and snatched the sword with lightning speed. Lin Fengsheng returned the sword to the woman and said, "Girl, your sword." The woman bowed slightly and said "Thank you."