The Iron Sword Dao people got up to send each other off, and sent the "Carefree Divine Monarch" Sima Renyi out of Chaotianguan.

"Chickens and dogs don't stay" Cui Qingyi saw the ugly Taoist standing motionless, not knowing what he meant, walked up to the ugly Taoist and said, "Master, he's gone, what else are you looking at?"

The ugly Taoist frowned slightly, a wisp of pain flashed across his scarred face, and he opened his mouth to spurt out a mouthful of blood, and the blood sprayed everywhere on Cui Qingyi's face, and the ugly Taoist's face immediately turned pale, pale without a trace of blood, like a corpse coming out of a coffin.

The sudden change shocked Cui Qingyi's heart, Cui Qingyi didn't even have time to wipe the blood off his face, and hurriedly supported the crumbling ugly Taoist, Cui Qingyi said with a panicked face: "Master, don't scare the disciples." ”

"Don't panic, help the teacher to sit down. The ugly man said weakly.

The Iron Sword Daoist sent Sima Renyi away, and when he returned to the courtyard, he happened to see this scene, and the Iron Sword Daoist was immediately startled, took three steps and made two steps, came to the ugly Daoist, and said with concern: "Daoyou, are you okay?"

The ugly Taoist waved his hand and said, "Thank you Brother Dao for your concern, Poor Dao can't die yet." ”

The Iron Sword Daoist said puzzledly: "Fellow Daoist, how can this be?"

The ugly Taoist said bitterly: "It's all poor Dao who is too careless, and Poor Dao thought that Sima Renyi was deceiving Poor Dao, but I didn't expect him to really practice such a domineering palm." ”

"The Divine Monarch's shot is too heavy. The Iron Sword Daoist said dissatisfiedly: "Daoyou, do you have an enmity with him?"

The ugly Taoist said: "It's hard to explain this matter. Then he said to Cui Qingyi: "Disciple, you quickly wipe off the blood on the ground, and then go back to the house to wash the blood on your face." ”

Cui Qingyi was at a loss, and after hearing this, he hurriedly wiped off the blood that had splashed on the ground, and then returned to the room according to his words.

The Iron Sword Daoist persuaded him: "Fellow Daoist, you are not lightly injured, you should go back to your room to rest first, and you can leave it to the poor Dao here." ”

The ugly Daoist smiled bitterly: "Sima Renyi is by no means as simple as Brother Dao sees, he is very likely to turn back, if he knows that Poor Dao is seriously injured, I am afraid that this old life of Poor Dao will not be guaranteed." ”

"How is this good?" The Iron Sword Daoist felt that the matter was more serious than he imagined, and at the same time understood that the relationship between Sima Renyi and the Ugly Daoist was not as friendly as it seemed on the surface.

The ugly Taoist said: "The two of us are sitting here, Brother Dao must not be seen by him, please." ”

After speaking, the ugly Taoist took out a small porcelain bottle and poured out a snow-white pill.

Seeing this, the Iron Sword Daoist said in surprise: "This is Nan Shaolin's healing elixir Xiao Huandan?"

"Brother Dao has good eyesight. The ugly Taoist said, swallowed Xiao Huandan, and began to secretly refine his skills.

After Sima Renyi, the "Joyful Divine Monarch", walked out of Chaotian Temple, his face was full of doubts, and he said secretly: "This old thing took my 'red flower hand' as if nothing happened, could it be that my skills have regressed? Or does he have another adventure and increase his skills for decades out of thin air?"

"It shouldn't be! Even if Li Wuwu took my "safflower hand" hard, it would never be unscathed, how could he be fine?" Sima Renyi thought as he walked, recalling the scene before leaving, his steps paused, his face showed a sudden color, and he said secretly: "When I left, he didn't say a word of politeness, I haven't torn his face with him, by the way, he must be injured, and the injury is not light, he can't even speak, otherwise, how can he be so rude." ”

As soon as he thought of this, Sima Renyi was secretly annoyed, turned around and walked towards Chaotian again.

The Iron Sword Daoist sat under the ancient tree and looked worried, looking at the gate from time to time, when Sima Renyi's figure appeared in the sight, the Iron Sword Daoist's heart jumped, and he said in a low voice: "Daoyou, he is here." ”

The ugly Taoist slowly opened his eyes, ran the Xuan Gong, and snorted, a touch of flush crept up his face.

Sima Renyi really turned back as the ugly Taoist said, and the Iron Sword Daoist suppressed the shock in his heart, his face was full of smiles, and he greeted him with a smile: "Shenjun, I haven't had enough fun just now, and I want to learn more?"

The ugly Taoist pretended to be relaxed and said: "The palm of the Divine Monarch is extraordinary, if you learn again, the poor Dao will not be able to take it." ”

Sima Renyi saw that the ugly Taoist man's face was as usual, not like a seriously injured person, he was shocked in his heart, and secretly said: "This old thing is really fine!" ”

The ugly Taoist said in surprise: "I don't know what a big deal it is, and I have to bother the Divine Monarch to tell me in person?"

Sima Renyi said meaningfully: "Now that Dao Wujian has come to Luoyang, Luoyang City is not peaceful, and the Taoist chief should be careful." After a pause, he snorted and said with a smile: "Dao Chang's divine skills are world-famous, how can he be afraid of a mere sword without scale, it is abrupt under it." ”

Hearing that Sima Renyi seemed to have another deep meaning, the ugly Taoist smiled and said, "Thank you for telling the gods, the poor Dao remembers." ”

"I said goodbye under the next. After Sima Renyi finished speaking, with a stomach full of shock, he left Chaotianguan without looking back.

The Iron Sword Daoist showed admiration on his face and said, "Daoist friends are clever, and they are really right. ”

The ugly man said, "It's over." After speaking, a touch of tiredness appeared between his eyebrows, the flush on his face dissipated, replaced by a pale face, coughed twice, felt a faint pain in his chest, and the ugly man said with emotion: "What a domineering palm." ”

The Iron Sword Daoist sighed and said, "With Daoyou's ability, if you don't take it hard, you can easily dissolve his palm, Lao Dao is not wrong, right?"

The ugly Taoist smiled bitterly: "At that time, the poor Dao was also a real fire, and he had a competitive heart in his heart, so he promised him to take his palm hard, and he almost lost his life." ”

The Iron Sword Daoist said puzzledly: "Fellow Daoist, Old Dao saw that you were talking and laughing, and he didn't seem to have a deep hatred, but why did he put such a heavy hand on you to death?"

The ugly Daoist's face became extremely solemn, and he said: "It is about a shocking conspiracy, if Brother Dao knows about it, I am afraid that my life will be in danger in the future." ”

In his words, he was persuading the iron kendo people to retreat in the face of difficulties.

The Iron Sword Daoist was slightly stunned, and said with a smile: "Lao Dao is now more than eighty years old, and he has lived many years longer than most people, do you think Lao Dao is a person who is afraid of death?"

Everyone has curiosity, and even those who are outside the world are inevitably vulgar.

The ugly man said, "Let's go back to the room." ”

Long!

I only heard the voice of the Iron Sword Dao man sound: "The catastrophe in the rivers and lakes has been born, I don't know how many people will lose their lives for it, Immeasurable Heavenly Venerable!"

(End of chapter)