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Zhang Zhaozhong, the firefighter judge, was famous in the martial arts back then, and he was powerful all over the world, but unfortunately he didn't fight the masters of the Red Flower Society, and he died and returned to Xinjiang. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

"This Ziyang Three Swords, so powerful, why did the Ziyang Sect decline so much?" someone asked, puzzled.

The crowd next to him also echoed.

The previous man sighed and said: "Among them, there are many twists and turns, the three swords of Ziyang, turning their faces into enemies, two of them died, one ran away, the three swords of Ziyang back then, only the scholar sword Zhang Yiming remained!"

"No wonder!" everyone nodded.

Hearing this, Xiao Yuesheng raised her eyebrows, but she was a little interested.

The old man just now, sitting in front of him, his cultivation was naturally discovered by him, and his internal strength was indeed good, which can be called profound, but he was not a top master, compared to Chen Jialuo, he was still much worse.

Presumably, over the years, he has not entered the country much, and it is possible that he specializes in swordsmanship, and his internal strength cultivation is not very important.

"Why did the three swords of Ziyang turn against each other?" asked one person.

The man thought for a moment and said, "It seems to be because of a woman, and I don't know very well, it seems to be so." ”

"Alas...... , since ancient times, heroes have been sad to beauties!" Everyone was full of emotion, but they were also a little envious.

Favored by beauties, not everyone has such a chance.

"Zhang Yiming came here, presumably to go to Ziyang Mountain to compete for the position of the head of the family?" someone asked.

"Alas...... When he comes, how can others compete with him?" sighed someone next to him.

Another person interjected, disapproving: "It's not certain, he's old, he doesn't use his muscles and bones as his ability, maybe he will really be defeated by others!"

"Hey, the old man doesn't take his muscles and bones as his ability, what you say is ridiculous, look at the top master in the martial arts, which one is a young man?" an old man sneered.

The man was unconvinced, and exclaimed, "Why not?!...... Fight all over the world invincible, golden-faced Buddha and Miao people Feng Miao heroes, where are you old?"

"In addition to Miao Daxia, which one else?!"

"And ......"

The two of them recognized, and after a while, the people next to them also participated, fighting into a mess.

Xiao Yuesheng put down the silver chopstick, glanced at the six dishes on the table, sighed, walked out, and got off Huaming Tower.

He walked and walked around Huainan City, the time was not early, and he had to continue to hurry and return to Guanlan Taoist Temple as soon as possible.

Out of Huainan City, he shrunk the ground into inches, stepped out in one step, and after a hundred zhang, another step, it was already a mile away, and the speed was extremely fast.

He did not take the official road, but copied the path, which saved more than half of the road.

Although the road is close, it is not safe, from time to time there are bandits blocking the road and robbing, so ordinary people dare not go, it is better to take the official road, although it is farther, it is better to be safe, and the surname is the most important.

Xiao Yuesheng shrank the ground into inches, and within a few steps, he encountered a mountain forest, lush green, dense pine trees, a sheep intestine path in the middle, and a deep winding path.

Xiao Yuesheng did not hesitate, swept in, suddenly paused, stopped, turned around and rushed to the left, and entered the pine forest.

The pine forest was lush, the ground was weeds, and it was also dense, but everywhere he came, it was a mess, as if many people had run over it, and blood wafted in the air.

Under a pine tree, there were two people lying down, and the blood under the two of them flowed more than a meter away, seeping into the ground, motionless, as if they had died.

Xiao Yuesheng frowned, took a step, and suddenly appeared in front of the two, looking down.

The two men, one half-leaning and half-sitting under a pine tree, their arms hanging down, a sword stuck in their chest, looked calm.

The other, facing the sky on his back and with his eyes closed, also had a sword stuck in his chest, and the apricot yellow sword spike fluttered in the wind.

Xiao Yuesheng recognized these two people, it was Zhang Yiming who had taken a seat with him in Huaming Building and sat together for dinner.

Zhang Yiming was sitting on a pine tree, but his grandson was lying on his back on the ground, and the two were an arm's length apart.

Xiao Yuesheng shook his head and sighed, squatted down, lowered his head, and pointed at Zhang Yiming's grandson with two fingers, and in the blink of an eye, he finished clicking hundreds of fingers.

Loosening his wrist, he straightened up, took a light breath, and came to Zhang Yiming's side.

At this time, Zhang Yiming's face was so pale and blue, as if the blood had been exhausted, his breathing had stopped, and ordinary people seemed to be dead.

Xiao Yuesheng shook his head, his fingers were sharp, and the shadow of his fingers was shrouded in the sky, and after a while, the shadow of his fingers dispersed, and he took a long breath, and his tense face relaxed.

He pressed his palm into Zhang Yiming's chest, exhaled lightly in his heart, breathed for a while, let go of his palm, and looked more relaxed.

He took out a porcelain bottle from his bosom, poured out two white pills, such as white snow, pure white and flawless, and sent them to the mouths of the two of them, and tapped the cheeks of the two to help them swallow.

After a while, a groan sounded, Zhang Yiming's eyes trembled, and he slowly opened his eyes, his eyes were confused, and slowly turned to clarity.

He looked at Xiao Yuesheng, his dry lips opened, and he made a faint voice: "Yes...... Be...... Shaoxia...... You...... Saved me?"

Xiao Yuesheng nodded and said, "Don't speak, just cultivate your strength." ”

Zhang Yiming shook his head, his body moved, he wanted to struggle to sit up straight, trembled, showed a painful look on his face, and stopped.

He showed a wry smile, gasped a few times, gathered his strength for a while, and made a vague sound: "I...... I have something to say...... Say ......"

Xiao Yuesheng waved his hand: "If you have something to say, you won't be able to die!"

Zhang Yiming's eyes suddenly lit up, and he looked at him with wide eyes.

Xiao Yuesheng nodded: "You shouldn't die, I happened to pass by,...... Stop talking, drain your spirits. ”

As he was talking, there was another groan, but it was the handsome young man who slowly woke up.

Xiao Yuesheng came to his side, looked at him, and saw that his eyes were clear and he had regained his senses.

The Guiyuan Finger he casts has a miraculous effect on restoring vitality, and with his elixir, it is a miracle pill that prolongs life and refreshes the mind.

Although the two were seriously injured and had few vitality, they still picked up two surnames with a two-pronged approach.

He looked at the two of them, nodded, and said, "Your blood and qi are dissipated too heavily now, and you need something to replenish your blood, so I'll come when I go." ”

With that, the figure flashed and disappeared.

"Yuan ...... Yuan'er ......" A faint voice came, and Zhang Yiming tried his best to call softly.

"Master...... Master ......" The handsome young man made a dry voice and turned his head to look at him.

Seeing that each other was still there, the two were relieved and stopped talking, just resting quietly, feeling their bodies gradually warming, as if they were immersed in warm water.

This is Xiao Yuesheng's elixir exerting its medicinal power, and gradually, the spirits of the two of them are becoming more and more vigorous, as if they are charging.

Suddenly, a burst of fragrance wafted in, and with the breeze, if there was nothing, but it did not disperse.

Xiao Yuesheng's figure suddenly appeared, looked at the two of them, came to Zhang Yiming, nodded and said, "It's no big deal, make up for it, and it's done." ”

As he spoke, he took out a porcelain vase from his bosom, about the size of a palm.

"I'm going to take out your sword. He said.

After that, without waiting for Zhang Yiming to answer, his right hand was put in the middle of his chest, and with a movement of his left hand, the long sword had already come out, and Zhang Yiming let out a muffled snort.

Xiao Yuesheng's right hand was pressed against the middle of the body, and he threw the long sword with his left hand, picked up the porcelain bottle, and the stopper jumped up automatically, erecting the porcelain bottle, and some slimy white paste flowed out.

The white ointment dripped onto the wound, more and more, sealing the wound like beeswax.

The long sword was drawn, and the blood seemed to be bound by an invisible force, and it did not gush out, and the white paste dripped down, and after a while, the wound was sealed.

Zhang Yiming looked at it in a daze, his face full of surprise, and he felt incredible.

He acted according to the law, and pulled out the sword inserted in the handsome young man's body, and his technique was clean and neat, and no blood came out.

Then, he brought a large bowl of porridge from a distance, the aroma was overflowing, mouth-watering, and the appetite was great, and the two of them took it.

The two drank the porridge and quickly fell asleep, and their bodies had been moved by Xiao Yuesheng to a pile of hay, soft and comfortable.

Xiao Yuesheng sat aside and meditated, and the pine forest was restored to its tranquility.

An hour later, the grandfather and grandson woke up, looked at each other, and were very surprised, looking at their expressions, it didn't look like they had been seriously injured at all.

The two couldn't help but look at Xiao Yuesheng.

Xiao Yuesheng was dressed in a green shirt, with a long sword at his side, sitting on his knees, his eyes slightly closed, motionless, his hands were sealed under his abdomen, and his treasure was solemn.

As if sensing the gaze of the two, Xiao Yuesheng slowly opened his eyes, glanced at the two, and nodded, "How do you feel?"

The old man Zhang Yiming clenched his fists and said angrily: "The young man's life-saving grace, the little old man really can't repay it!"

Xiao Yuesheng waved his hand and said, "It's just a matter of raising your hands,...... It's a pity that although your surname has been saved, you can't keep your martial arts. ”

"What?!" the handsome young man exclaimed, his face ugly.

Zhang Yiming turned his head to glare at him, frowned, and said, "Yuan'er, if you can save your life, you should be content!"

The handsome young man shouted: "Grandpa, without martial arts, it is better to die!"

The two of them spoke with great vigor, unlike people who were seriously injured and dying, Xiao Yuesheng's medicinal power was so strong that it could be seen.

Zhang Yiming turned his head and ignored his grandson, looked at Xiao Yuesheng, thought for a while, and said, "I haven't asked the young man's name yet." ”

"Xiao Guanlan. Xiao Yuesheng said.

Zhang Yiming hesitated for a moment, and finally gritted his teeth and said: "Xiao Shaoxia, the old man is cheeky, and there is one more thing to ask for!"

"Speak. Xiao Yuesheng nodded.

Zhang Yiming said: "I want to invite Shaoxia to participate in the competition for the head of our faction!"

"Are you talking about the competition for the head of the Ziyang Sect?" Xiao Yuesheng was stunned for a moment, then smiled, shook his head, and said, "I'm afraid I won't be able to help with this favor." ”

(To be continued)