In the wasteland, Wu Gen was lying on the ground, his body was in severe pain and he could not move at all.

The long sword has penetrated the body and penetrated deeply into the ground. Looking at the black shoes walking step by step in the distance, I couldn't help but feel despair.

Lin Ruoshi walked up to Wu Gen and sighed softly: "I thought it would be a lot of fun to have someone like you working with me. Unfortunately, the gap between you and me is so big now. Let me tell you the truth.

I can already control two swords at the same time, and the other sword has long been lying in wait in the air, just waiting for you to take the bait."

"Haha, if...if your master hadn't been here and hurt me with his sword energy first, who would have died and who would have survived today would have been determined.

Lin Ruoshi, I said you were a coward, and I was indeed right. Now it seems that you are like a child with a yellow mouth, and can only show off your power under the protection of your elders. Thinking of the past when I fought with you, it is really worth a lot.

." Wu Gen smiled miserably, spitting blood from his mouth from time to time, with a look of contempt on his face.

Lin Ruoshi squatted down and said calmly: "Wu Gen, there is no need to resort to such tactic in vain. You and I are essentially the same kind of people, and both honor and disgrace are indifferent. As long as the goal is achieved, it is to let me wear women's clothes and go out on the streets to show off and laugh.

No problem. To be honest, I really want to keep your life. With you as my whetstone, you can force me to work hard."

Wu Gen looked sarcastic, "Then let me go, and we will have a good fight in the future. Are you afraid that I will become your inner demon, making it difficult to advance in the art of swordsmanship?"

"Inner demon? Haha, you think too highly of yourself. In my eyes, you are like a clown, a mosquito in the dark, not worth mentioning." Lin Ruoshi said disdainfully.

"Stop lying to yourself. Even your bullshit master has noticed it. Before you know it, you have regarded me as your formidable enemy. Lin Ruoshi, you can't even face this. How much success you want to achieve in the future is a joke."

Wu Gen took a few breaths, and the pain from the wound came, making it very difficult to even speak.

Lin Ruoshi was startled, lowered his head and thought for a moment, frowned and said: "Think carefully, what you said is not unreasonable. Indeed, I tried my best to think that you are just a villain worth mentioning, but in fact you are trying to cover up my

Powerless..."

Heaving a sigh of relief, Lin Ruoshi said with relief: "Wu Gen, I have decided to let you go today. I don't believe it. With my strength and intelligence, I can't defeat you, a bandit."

Standing up, Lin Ruoshi pulled out the sword from Wu Gen and saluted behind Wu Gen.

Wu Gen was in pain and was sweating all over his body. Suddenly his heart moved slightly. He turned around and saw a monk coming to him at some point. The monk's robe was in tatters and had patches on it one after another. Seeing Lin Ruo implement

During the ceremony, the monk put his hands together and said nothing.

Returning to the middle-aged man, Lin Ruoshi said calmly: "Master, please forgive me for disobeying the master's orders and letting this man go. With such a person constantly training me, my swordsmanship will not be cut off, but will only become stronger."

solid."

The middle-aged man glanced at Lin Ruoshi in surprise, "It's decided."

"My disciple has made up his mind."

"Okay, follow me to the soldiers' tomb. The murderous intention here is just for sharpening your sword skills."

The two of them walked towards the soldiers' grave, one behind the other, without even looking at the monk.

Seeing the two people leaving, the monk leaned down, turned Wu Gen over, and gently pressed his fingers on his chest. Suddenly the chaotic blood became calmer. He took out some powder and sprinkled it on Wu Gen's wound.

Holding Wu Gen in his arms, the monk was ready to leave.

Wu Gen was a little anxious, "Knife... knife." He pointed at the broken knife thrown far away.

The monk frowned slightly, but still picked up the knife and disappeared into the wind and sand with Wu Gen.

What kind of place is this? Why is it so dark? After an unknown amount of time, Wu Gen slowly opened his eyes and looked at the dilapidated hut.

"Grandpa, he's awake." A crisp voice sounded. Wu Gen turned his head and saw a girl with many pigtails and wearing animal skins, shouting happily to the outside.

"Ji'er, I got it, go get the minced meat from the pot." Following the voice, an old man with gray hair and a dark complexion walked in. When he saw Wu Gen, a smile appeared on his face, "Young man, don't move. Master Muji has treated your wound, but there is still some sword energy left in the body and needs to be pulled out bit by bit."

Wu Gen struggled to speak, "Thank you, sir, for saving me. I don't know where we are."

The old man looked kind, and stretched out his hand to touch Wu Gen's forehead, "This is the Huangling Mausoleum, not a royal palace, but a barbaric wilderness. The fever has gone away, and as expected, you are still young. You can finally survive such a serious injury." The master said Yes, your body is already injured, and this added injury is really dangerous."

Wu Gen struggled to raise his head and looked at his tightly wrapped body. Only then did he remember that he had been rescued by a monk.

In the territory of Zhao State, monks are almost extinct. It is strange to see monks in this deserted place.

At this moment, cheerful footsteps came from the door, and the little girl who had just been holding a clay pot, her face flushed from suppressing it, walked in quickly. Once inside the room, the little girl quickly put the clay pot on the table and used He blew on his little hand, "It's burned to death, it's burned to death."

The old man said lovingly, "I don't know why you put a piece of cloth on your hand." He turned to Wu Gen and said, "Old man, my name is Yu Shou, and this is my granddaughter Chuji. Young man, I will help you up and eat some minced meat, so that the injury will heal." It will get better faster."

As he spoke, the old man helped Wu Gen up, picked up a spoon and scooped out the cooked minced meat, and fed Wu Gen to eat with a spoonful. Xiao Chuji watched Wu Gen swallow, and swallowed a few times unconsciously. He noticed that Wu Gen Gen's eyes widened and he quickly covered his mouth, "Ji'er is not greedy, brother, eat it."

Wu Gen ate half of the can and said quickly: "Sir, I'm full. Thank you for taking care of me."

Yu Shou looked at the clay pot and said with a wry smile: "Young man, the products here are not abundant, so you have to bear some rough food." He stretched out his hand and handed the clay pot to Yu Chuji, "Take it and eat it, you may be starving."

Little Chuji stared at the clay pot, but he waved his hands repeatedly, "Grandpa, eat. Chuji is not hungry. Look, his belly is still bulging." As he spoke, he tried his best to bulge his belly.

"Oh, grandpa has already eaten it while hunting outside. This is specially reserved for you. Eat it quickly."

"real."

"of course it's true."

"Then I'll eat it." Chu Ji happily took the clay pot and started eating it. After a while, she actually ate half of the pot of minced meat by herself.

Wu Gen saw this and knew in his heart that he had already eaten the old man's meal, and he couldn't help but apologize, "Sir, this..."

"Hey." The old man stopped Wu Gen, and after the child took the pot away, he said, "You don't have to be so polite. Just call me Uncle Fang. As you get older, you have less to eat. You won't die from hunger. "You should have a good rest first, don't worry, everything is safe here." The old man covered Wu Gen with a thin quilt, turned around and went out.

Wu Gen gratefully watched him leave. He was tired and fell asleep again. Lying on the bed, Wu Gen looked ugly. In his sleep, he always dreamed of a knife and a sword fighting each other.

When I woke up again, it was already bright. When I opened my eyes, a pair of big black eyes were looking at me intently, "You're awake, what's your name?"

Seeing Chu Ji's curious expression, Wu Gen smiled and told his name. With Chu Ji's help, he reluctantly sat up. The curtain opened and a monk named Mu Ji walked in. He looked at Wu Gen's face.

He looked at his face and put his fingers on his wrist.

After a while, Mu Ji's expression softened, "The sword energy raging in the donor's body has been restrained. This sword energy has penetrated deep into the internal organs. If you are not careful, it may disrupt the meridians throughout the body and end the future of martial arts. I wanted to wait for the donor's body

It's better. The poor monk tried to take action again, but he didn't expect that the benefactor had already pressed it down, which is a good thing."

Thinking of the scene in last night's dream, Wu Gen realized in his heart that Lin Ruoshi had kept saying he had let him go, but in fact he had hidden such a trick for himself. Boy, you are cruel.

Seeing that Wu Gen's body was no longer seriously injured, Mu Ji said: "If the donor can rely on his own cultivation to grind away the sword energy bit by bit, it may be a chance. Of course, the poor monk can also help the donor pull out the sword energy.

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Recalling the situation that day, Lin Ruoshi suddenly changed his mind and thought that he might have noticed Mu Ji's arrival. Wu Gen couldn't help but curiously asked: "Did the master recognize those two people?"

Muji shook his head and said, "I don't recognize him. It's just that when we met by chance outside, the poor monk received a sword from the older man. From then on, we no longer make things difficult for the poor monk when we meet again."

Watching Mu Ji say this in an understatement, Wu Gen was secretly shocked. He had personally experienced Master Lin Ruoshi's strength. A single sword energy could kill him, but Mu Ji took it hard.

The sword was intact, no wonder the two men let him go easily.

"Master, let me destroy this sword energy bit by bit. It can be regarded as a kind of practice." Wu Gen wanted to learn about Lin Ruoshi's sword energy so that he could be prepared when we meet again.

"Good. Give me a good rest." After saying that, Mu Ji went out and left without mentioning changing the dressing, as if he wanted Wu Gen to get through it by himself.

On the third day, Wu Gen finally got off the ground and walked out the door holding on to the wall. He looked around and couldn't help but be a little surprised.

No wonder this place is called Huangling. Looking up, the mountains and plains are filled with tombs, large and small, one next to another. It's unknown how many people are buried there.

Yu Shou, who was weaving baskets, saw Wu Gen and helped him sit down under the eaves. The sun was clear and warm today, which was quite pleasant.

After some conversation, Wu Gen finally found out that Yu Shou was from a clan of tomb keepers. They had been bred from generation to generation to guard the countless tombs in front of them.

The same goes for Yu Shou's generation. From the time he took over the job at the age of forty until he became an old man, he never left this cemetery. Of course, before the age of forty, the tombkeeper could go out to marry a wife and have children. Otherwise, this lineage

It's long gone.

The same goes for Chu Ji's parents. When they gave birth to little Chu Ji, they originally wanted to raise him outside. However, they were unfortunately caught in a mist during a hunting trip. They fought hard to bring Chu Ji back and then died.

Wu Gen sighed secretly, it would be fine if he died just like that. I'm afraid the two of them would have turned into monsters by then, but they just didn't want others to find out. There is no need to delve into the outcome.

When asked about the origin of Mu Ji, Yu Shou was a little confused. He only said that this person came from another continent and was an ascetic. After traveling to Xingluo Plain, he saw the garrison being disturbed by the fog, so he stayed and wanted to help.

Heal those who are poisoned.

This stay lasted for more than twenty years. During this period, I tried various methods, but with little success. After traveling to Huangling, I suddenly realized that Chu Ji was cured by him.

Recalling that Chu Ji was also showing signs of being poisoned, Mu Ji worked hard and finally rescued her. From then on, Mu Ji lived here with his grandfather and grandson, devoted himself to research, and went out to practice medicine for the garrison from time to time.

In the afternoon, the originally warm weather suddenly turned bad. Black mist appeared in the western sky, and the darkness came over. When we arrived at the Huangling area, the white air rising from the mausoleum actually formed two large whirlpools, mixing with each other.

Together, they look quite spectacular.

Wu Gen looked at this scene in surprise. He did not expect that there would be such a magnificent and strange celestial phenomenon in this desolate land.

While he was in a daze, Yu Shou beside him said, "It was from this that Master Muji figured out how to treat the garrison."
Chapter completed!