Jiang Zhongmeng looked desperate and muttered: "My martial arts have been abolished, how can I fly up the cliff, I am dead, I will be buried at the bottom of the cliff for a long time...... cough cough ......" was excited, his body writhed, and the wound was involved, he bared his teeth and pounded his fists. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

The old man shook his body and swam away in Jiang Zhongmeng's surprise, got into the grass under the trees, rummaged on the ground with his elbows, and when he saw a double-leaved green grass, he was very excited, leaned up, bit the stems and leaves with his mouth, and pulled it out with a force. Then, with three plants in his mouth, he turned around, swung his legs, and swam back again.

After a while, the old man threw the double-leaf clover beside Jiang Zhongmeng and said, "You kid is lucky, this season, this grass is still there." This two-leaf clover has a miraculous effect on healing, and it was only after taking it that the old man healed. Hurry up and take care of the arrow wounds. ”

Jiang Zhongmeng looked at the grass in front of him in a daze, and saw that it had slender stems, alternate leaves, slightly curly, lanceolate, and no stamens. He exclaimed, "Seven Lives Soul Returning Grass, I can't imagine seeing it in such a place!"

The old man was stunned and said, "You know this grass, so you should know its efficacy?"

Jiang Zhongmeng responded: "I know a girl with excellent medical skills, during the plague in Dijia Village, I saw this grass in the classics, and the girl told me about its efficacy. This grass is called the Seven Lives Soul Returning Grass, the so-called seven lives, that is, the seven deaths, and the seven degrees of life and death can only get an arhat, so it has this name. Qisheng Soul Returning Grass has a slightly bitter taste, mostly born under broad-leaved trees, roots, stems, and leaves can be used as medicine, which has the miraculous effect of detoxifying and reducing swelling, invigorating blood and dissolving stasis, strengthening muscles and bones, and nourishing qi and blood. ”

As he spoke, Jiang Zhongmeng wiped the three Seven Lives Soul Returning Grass with his hand, even if it was cleaned, and then stuffed it into his mouth. The girl he was talking about was none other than Liu Xufei, the woman who fascinated him. I don't know if he thought of the beautiful woman, or saw the Seven Lives Soul Returning Grass, at this time he became angry, cheered up a lot, and the despair in his heart dissipated little by little.

The old man said meaningfully: "It seems that this girl is very important to you. After a long time, I saw Jiang Zhongmeng's "Ah!", raised his hand suddenly, and pulled out two long arrows from his chest. The old man grabbed a few more Seven Lives Soul Returning Grass, put them in his mouth and chewed them, spit them on Jiang Zhongmeng's wound, and wrapped them in torn cloth. The old man hurriedly clicked on Jiang Zhongmeng's several acupoints through his elbows, and secretly used his internal strength, and the warm true qi was fed into Jiang Zhongmeng's body, and the bleeding slowly stopped.

Beads of sweat flowed down Jiang Zhongmeng's forehead, he lay quietly on the ground, and said weakly: "Thank you to the old man for saving my life, if it weren't for the old man's internal strength, Zhong Meng would have bled to death." ”

The old man said gloomily: "It should be said that your kid has a big life, and he has not only obtained the Seven Lives Soul Returning Grass, but also has the help of the old and decayed internal force." However, the old man is never a helpful person, and since you have been favored, you must do one thing for the old man. ”

Jiang Zhongmeng was stunned and said: "Zhongmeng is already a wasted person, he can't get out of this cliff, what else can he do for the old man?"

The old man's expression was grim, and he said, "Kid listen to the old man first...... slowly" Jiang Zhongmeng flashed innocent eyes and quietly listened to the old man slowly tell his sad experience.

It turned out that this old man's name was Zong Qingrui, and he was the founding sect leader of the Burning King Sect, and ten years ago, the deputy sect leader Situ Ji colluded with the Demon Dao Immortal to knock Zong Qingrui off the cliff and break his tendons and tendons. After that, Situ succeeded him and became the suzerain of the Burning King Sect.

Jiang Zhongmeng, who listened to it, was puzzled: "As far as I know, thirty years ago, the Demon Sect was destroyed, and the Demon Dao Immortal had already been dead for thirty years, how could he knock the old man off the cliff ten years ago?"

This Zong Qingrui shook his face and said unhappily: "Boy, the old man didn't talk nonsense to you, the Demon Dao Immortal is not only not dead, but also alive and well." You don't want to deliberately change the topic and deny this favor, you only have one choice now, which is to get the kung fu of the old decay, kill the demon Dao Immortal and Situ Ji, and avenge the old decay. ”

The old man was cloudy and uncertain, his sharp eyes were dark and shiny, his thin face, and his prostrate body was full of weird coldness, Jiang Zhongmeng immediately felt drenched in cold sweat and creepy, not only because of the pain of the wound, but also because of panic. When he first saw this old man, Jiang Zhongmeng, who was on the verge of despair, was not so afraid. He muttered: "Old man, I have abolished martial arts, this injury is good for a while, how can you pass on kung fu to me......"

Zong Qingrui said coldly: "This sect cultivates the Evil Sutra, the internal force is the main, the sword technique is supplemented, the internal force is infused into the sword body, and the human life is invisible. So saying, he turned and went down to the tree, which was ten years old, and he dug in the ground with his elbow, and dug incessantly, and the clothes of the long grass were worn out, and behold, an antique sword appeared in the ground.

Zong Qingrui clamped his elbows with both hands, took out the long sword, threw it on his back with a force, and took it with him, and swam to Jiang Zhongmeng. Soon the sword fell into his hand. Jiang Zhongmeng's face was shocked, and he looked at the sword sideways, the sword body was ancient, it should be the reason why it had been buried in the soil for many years, but it was faintly visible. The hilt has deep threads, four feet long, and has a sense of heaviness, but it is unusually sharp.

Seeing this, Jiang Zhongmeng shook his head violently, his expression trembled, firstly because his body was a little weak, secondly because his clothes were thin and the ground was cold, and thirdly, because the sword body was gloomy, which made him afraid.

Zong Qingrui, who listened to it, said to himself: "This is the evil sword, it is like lightning, sharpening iron is like clay, an ancient psychic weapon, and countless souls have died under the sword, and it has three points of evil spirit. Those who have a clear mind cannot exert its power, and only those who have evil thoughts and netherworlds can hold this sword and have the ability to open up the world. ”

Jiang Zhongmeng shuddered, his eyes flickered, and he was sincerely afraid. Zong Qing said sharply: "Boy, if you hold it, you will make an unexpected discovery." ”

Jiang Zhongmeng was stunned and ignored it. Zong Qingrui grabbed his right hand with his elbows and grabbed the hilt of the sword. Jiang Zhongmeng wanted to struggle, but the other party's internal strength was deep, and he was held hostage and couldn't move. The moment he grasped the Evil Sword, a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind, and a conversation with his grandmother Wei Lan suddenly emerged......

Jiang Zhongmeng said: "Grandson has already obtained a topographic map from Qin Ye's bedroom, and the route should be the lines on the dragon pattern jade pendant. ”

Wei Lan asked, "Where was the topographic map stolen?"

Jiang Zhongmeng said: "In Taiping Town, in a small teahouse opposite the Tongde Inn, it was already dark at that time, and my grandson and his subordinates searched for a few circles, but they didn't find the little beggar. ”

Wei Lan asked, "What does the little beggar look like, and where does his family live?"

Jiang Zhongmeng said: "The beggar is twelve or thirteen years old, with a yellow face and thin muscles, ragged clothes, and a thin body, and his grandson doesn't know where his family lives. ”