When he opened his eyes, he hadn't seen the gloomy sky clearly, and there was a huge pain in his left arm, Xiao Lan turned his head to see that his left arm was wrapped in something of unknown color, and it could be seen that it was wrapped very carefully, but the wound was still very painful.

His mind slowly stabilized, and he looked up at the surroundings, it was a simple bamboo hut, and he didn't see anything as far as his eyes could see.

Looking up made him feel labored, and he lay down again, and things slowly came back to his mind.

After killing Fang Zhen, he and Wang Ze quickly left the small pavilion, the two of them did not take the post road, or even the small road, in order not to leave a trace, they walked on the top of the tree many times.

After entering the mountainous area, they were finally relieved, but he began to worry, because he always felt that Wang Ze's behavior was a little strange.

After most of the day, his uneasiness became more and more intense, and when he was on a hill covered with dense bamboo forests, Wang Ze was in trouble.

If he hadn't been vigilant, I'm afraid it wouldn't be the way it is now.

The flying sword of the immortal cultivator, like a ghost in the bamboo forest, shuttled in the bamboo forest, came without a trace, went without a trace, he barely dodged the two swords, and in desperation, jumped off the cliff, just in mid-air, the flying sword still attacked, cutting off his left arm, and then he didn't know anything.

He remembered in a trance that when he fell, he made a splash, and by the way, he fell into the water.

But how did you get here?

He wanted to raise his head again, but he didn't have the slightest strength on his body, he hurriedly got lucky, but this time, he was stunned, the dantian was actually broken.

Finding this, he was like being struck by lightning and was stunned.

Dantian, it's gone.

Decades of cultivation are gone!

Xiao Lan stared blankly at the roof, and layers of sweat beads appeared on his forehead.

The door rang, someone came in, Xiao Lan didn't move, now don't say that he has cultivation, even an ordinary farmer can knock him down.

The man put his things away, drank a few sips of water from the water tank, threw the ladle into the water tank, and then turned and walked to the bed.

Sighing softly, the man picked up a handkerchief and was about to wipe Xiao Lan's sweat, Xiao Lan suddenly opened his eyes, the man was slightly stunned, and then breathed a sigh of relief.

"Wake up, just wake up. The man's tone was gentle, but there was no expression.

Xiao Lan was stunned and didn't speak, the man turned around and brought a glass of water, helped Xiao Lan, and fed him a pill and water.

Putting Xiao Lan down, the man looked at Xiao Lan and asked, "Your wound is very serious, can you speak?"

Xiao Lan didn't speak, and the man was not reluctant, waited for a while, sighed softly, and turned around and went out.

For more than half a month, the man fed him medicine every day, changed his dressing, and sometimes went out for two days, and when he came back, he boiled the medicine, and the whole room was filled with a pungent smell of medicine.

Seven or eight days later, Xiao Lan's physical strength gradually recovered, he could sit up, he checked his body, his chest was wrapped in a thick cotton cloth, he remembered, before jumping off the cliff, he was hit by a sword in his chest, and in addition, he was also hit by a sword on his waist, which was also wrapped.

Xiao Lan still didn't speak, and the man said very little, occasionally asked, and after getting no answer, he didn't insist on continuing, making himself his own.

In this way, after two months, Xiao Lan can go to the ground, the wounds on his body are closed, and the wounds on his chest and waist are all healed, but his body is still very weak.

In the past two months, Xiao Lan has become more familiar with the house and the owner of the house, the owner of the house is relatively old, with gray hair, but his body is vigorous, and his gestures are very calm.

The owner of the house lived alone in this mountain, and for two months, Xiao Lan did not see but heard anyone coming, not even the hunters, and the food was all brought by the owner himself.

It was getting late, and it was already cold in the mountains, so Xiao Lan sat by the fire, wearing a leather robe made of animal skin, and the fire shone on his face.

There were familiar footsteps outside, the footsteps were very lonely, although the dantian was broken, but the six senses were still keen, and there was only one person in the house.

The door opened, the owner of the house came in, shook the coat at the door, shook the snowflakes off, and hung it at the door, the owner of the house looked at him, and did not say a word, as usual, opened the water tank, picked up the scoop and scooped the water, and after drinking it with a grunt, he threw down the scoop and closed the lid of the water tank.

Lifting the lid of the pot, the food was warm on the stove, and he ate it without saying a word, this meal was all made by Xiao Lan.

During this period, the two did not talk a word, and after two months, the two of them were very familiar with each other, and they knew that they couldn't ask anything.

After eating, the owner washed the dishes and chopsticks, and then began to sort out the herbs he brought back, Xiao Lan still stared at the firelight blankly, the water was boiling, and it was steaming.

Xiao Lan struggled to lift the kettle, and now with his strength, it was very difficult to even lift such a pot of water.

After pouring the water into the basin, after the water vapor dissipated, he stared blankly at the reflection in the water, and this handsome face, which was originally quite handsome, was completely ruined.

These two scars, one from the left cheek to the jaw, and the other from the corner of the right eye to the right cheek, the right cheek bone collapsed, as if a piece had been cut off, and the whole face became hideous and weird.

Xiao Lan is known as the sword of the Yangtze River in the rivers and lakes, and he is also known as the jade-faced swordsman, but now this face has become like a ghost.

He frantically threw the sackcloth into the water, as if to cover the ghostly face.

The towel is made of lowly linen, which is very rough to wipe the face, and is generally only used by the poor, and Xiao Lan did not use it before.

Wring out the hemp towel and carefully wiping his face, the right side of his face was broken, and it hurt faintly when he wiped it.

After wiping it, he threw the sackcloth into the basin, ran away from the basin, and sat down by the fire again, staring blankly at the fire.

The aroma of medicine gradually became stronger.

After a while, the owner of the house brought a bowl of medicine and put it in front of him, Xiao Lan silently took it up and drank it, and the owner turned around to wash his face.

After doing all this, the two of them sat opposite each other by the fire, Xiao Lan added two pieces of dry firewood to the fire, this room was a little damp, the mountains were also cold, and it was silent outside, only the mountain wind blew the Buddha.

"It's too light to say thank you for saving your life, but I still have to say, thank you. Xiao Lan spoke, his voice hoarse.

The owner of the house was a little surprised, looked up at him, half loud, and shook his head at him.

"I'll leave tomorrow. Xiao Lan said.

"Where are you going?" said the owner's voice, too, hoarse.

Xiao Lan didn't speak, and the owner of the house hesitated and said, "If you go home, don't leave." ”

Xiao Lan was slightly stunned, and subconsciously touched his waist, but the empty left arm made him sigh and turn to look at the owner of the house.

"Do you know me?" Xiao Lan asked lightly.

The owner of the house got up and went out, and after a while, he came in, and there was an extra sword in his hand, Xiao Lan recognized it as his own sword at a glance, and the owner of the house put the sword in front of him.

"A sword on the Yangtze River, a jade-faced swordsman, Mr. Xiao Lanxiao, who doesn't know on the rivers and lakes. The owner of the house sat by the fire and said leisurely.

"The Xiao family has announced to the rivers and lakes that they will expel you from the Xiao family. ”

Xiao Lan was slightly stunned, and then smiled bitterly, he really wanted to go home and see if he could rely on the strength of the family to restore his cultivation.

Big brother did it!

Xiao Lan knew in his heart that his cultivation was strong and famous, and he was a threat to the eldest brother's position as the son, although he didn't have this idea, but the eldest brother had always regarded him as a thorn in his side.

It seems that the family forced themselves to attack Fang Zhen at the beginning, so they had this thought.

Big brother, good strategy! Good strategy!

"The Cao Gang issued a big river order, and the whole rivers and lakes are looking for you, and if you go out like this, you can't even deal with an ordinary farmer. ”

Xiao Lan sighed softly, turned back to the fire, and looked at the owner through the firelight.

"It's not an option to hide like this. ”

"It's better than going out and being slaughtered like a dog. The owner of the house said lightly.

"How many years have you been hiding here?" Xiao Lan asked.

The owner of the house looked up at him, Xiao Lan said lightly: "You can see my bottom, I also see yours, not moving like a mountain and a single horse, I thought you were dead, but I didn't expect that you are still alive." ”

Immovable as a mountain and a single horse, the mastermind of Shangyuan Ye's assassination of Peng Zhu, the whole family was wiped out afterwards, and the internal guards searched all over the world, but I didn't expect him to hide here.

Shan Jun was also slightly stunned, and then sighed: "I hid for a few years, but I didn't expect to be recognized." ”

"No, it was your knife that betrayed you. Xiao Lan said and glanced at the corner of the room, where a knife was hidden.

Shan Jun didn't say much, Xiao Lan didn't speak, the two of them sat in silence for a while, Shan Jun asked, "You are seriously injured now, what are your plans in the future?"

Xiao Lan shook his head, the family used to be his biggest support, but now that this support is gone, he doesn't know where to go.

Shan Jun was even more difficult, not only the internal guards were looking for him, but also the gate valve families who instructed him back then.

The two of them left here, and they couldn't move an inch.

The two sighed almost at the same time, and at this moment, the two of them actually had the intention of sympathizing with each other.

"Sleep, what's the matter, I'll talk about it tomorrow. Shan Jun said, there is only one bed in this room, Shan Jun gave the bed to Xiao Lan, and laid a bamboo board on the side as a bed.

Xiao Lan was lying on the bed, unable to fall asleep for a long time, he was completely useless, what should he do in the future?

Wang Ze!

They all did this incident, but why did they do such a thing?

Lying in bed and unable to sleep, some things slowly came to his mind, and he gradually had questions about this matter.

Why do you do this?

The eldest brother wants to deal with himself, and he can explain it, but why did Wang Ze want to deal with Fang Zhen?

As far as he knew, Wang and Xu had supported the King of Qi before, and Fang Zhen also supported the King of Qi, and in the battle over the canal, the Wang and Xu families also helped the Cao Gang, so that Fang Jie won a great victory in Jizhou, defeated the allies of Fengyulou in one fell swoop, and completely controlled the waterway north of the Yellow River.

Then why did Wang Ze deal with Fang Zhen?

Xiao Lan couldn't figure it out, there must be something strange in this.

There was a movement of Shan Jun turning over in the room, Xiao Lan sighed softly, and was about to sleep, when suddenly there was a voice outside.

"Hey, how can there be people living here?"

As he spoke, the person came to the door, and the door opened silently, and two people walked in one after the other.

Xiao Lan was shocked, and slept on the bed and didn't dare to move.

Shan Jun didn't move, the two people who came in didn't seem to see the two of them, looked around the room, the room was not big, and soon finished reading, Xiao Lan was shocked, that sword!

The sword that Shan Jun brought in was still on the stove.

The person who came didn't seem to see it at all, the person in front walked straight to the bed, looked at Xiao Lan, and said, "You haven't slept, get up, I have something to ask you." ”

Xiao Lan was even more shocked, he slowly opened his eyes, microscopically, the person looking at him was a young Taoist priest, and his eyes staring at him were very bright.

Xiao Lan pretended to be flustered, he wanted to get up as soon as possible, but his body was weak and his strength was insufficient, so he just got up halfway and fell on the bed again.

"So you're wounded. The Taoist priest said and grabbed him, and a warm inner breath entered his body.

"Hey, Uncle Shi, this person is very badly injured. The Taoist priest turned his head and said to the people behind him.

Xiao Lan turned his head to look, and the one who was called Uncle Shi in the back turned out to be a young Taoist priest, and he looked younger than the one next to him.

"Help him over," Uncle Shi said, Shan Jun couldn't pretend anymore, turned over, saw two Taoist priests, and hurriedly saluted: "Two Taoist masters, come to my house late at night, but you missed the night, and you want to spend the night here?"

"Staying overnight?" the Taoist priest who helped Xiao Lan smiled faintly: "I want to know, when did you get here, why are you here?"

Saying that, the Taoist priest almost carried Xiao Lan to the edge of the fire pit, looked at Shan Jun and said, "Well, you have worldly cultivation, but it's too bad! Compared to the little junior brother, it's too far behind!"

Shan Jun and Xiao Yu were shocked, they were both old rivers and lakes, and they were confident that their disguise did not show the slightest flaw, but this Taoist priest could see Shan Jun's cultivation at a glance, and he also saw the depth.

The two exchanged glances with each other, Shan Jun slowly raised his hands, and asked in a deep voice: "Please ask the two Taoist masters, I don't know what to call them?"

"I, Qingxu Sect, Qingling. ”