The closer the footsteps got, the faster Yang Jin's heart beat. With a bang, the temple door was pushed open, followed by a man who gritted his teeth and cursed: "Damn it! These bastards are really haunting, they are dead.

I was biting and not letting go, and it rained so heavily that I was soaked all over.

How unlucky she is!

Originally, the bitch surnamed Mei and the bald donkey from the Great Qianye Temple were very difficult to deal with. Unexpectedly, today they met the old ghost Liang from the Hanshan Sword Sect.

Didn’t this old guy die thirty years ago? Why is he still alive now?

This old ghost's swordsmanship is really damn powerful. If I hadn't been blocked by something behind my back and my Qinggong skills were pretty good, I would have left it in the hands of this old ghost today.

He is worthy of being a master in the human rankings back then. Even if his cultivation level has regressed and he has fallen to half a state, he cannot be underestimated. He is more difficult to deal with than the bitch named Mei and the bald donkey from the Great Qianba Temple combined!

Damn it, cough cough... Don't let me escape. If you let me escape, I will recover from my injuries in the future, and after I have mastered my martial arts, I will take revenge and kill all of you bastards! Ahem...

…Ahem…”

Yang Jin heard that this man spoke filthy words and had no scruples about killing people and setting fires, so he knew that he was probably an extremely ferocious villain and a vicious gangster.

Listening to this situation, this guy seems to be being chased and is still injured.

Yang Jin didn't dare to go out at the moment, for fear of being killed and silenced. This situation was the standard of sitting at home behind closed doors and having trouble come from the sky.

He became increasingly afraid to move, held his breath, and huddled under the shrine, not daring to take a breath for fear of being noticed.

"Huh? The bonfire has just been extinguished and there is someone there! Who is inside? Get out of here! Otherwise I will kill you!"

Yang Jin knew that he had been discovered and did not dare to hesitate. He slowly crawled out from under the shrine and said, "This hero must not do anything. I am just staying in this temple.

When I heard someone coming in, I got scared and hid under the shrine.

I don’t have the power to restrain the chicken, and I don’t have any ill intentions in my heart. I hope you will be merciful!"

"Who else is here besides you?"

Hearing Yang Jin's childish voice, the man seemed to be just a half-grown child, a teenager in his teens, so he immediately let go of his guard.

"There is no one left, just me."

Yang Jin came to the man, carefully sat down next to the bonfire, added firewood to the embers, stirred it a few times, and the extinguished flames rekindled, and took the opportunity to look at it by the light of the fire.

The man was tall, probably no less than two meters tall. He was wearing a scarlet robe with many cuts cut by sharp knives.

Those breaches were filled with wounds one after another. Some wounds had not completely stopped bleeding. Blood flowed out from the wounds and dripped down the robes to the ground.

His face is rough and bold, and there are a few strands of stubble on his chin, which are like steel needles. It seems that he has not shaved or taken care of his beard for a long time, so it looks a bit messy. The top of his head is casually pulled into a bun, and the hair is crooked.

Got a red wooden hairpin.

At the beginning, there was still a trace of unhealthy flush on the face, but now, it is as white as snow. Although the figure is burly, it gives people a shaky feeling.

The injuries on his body were extremely serious. Yang Jin could not see his back, and there were several fatal wounds on his chest alone.

The most conspicuous thing is that there is a very deep sword wound from his right shoulder to his left rib. The wound has not completely healed. From the sword mark, you can faintly see the broken internal organs beating inside, and the blood and fishy smell flowing out.

The red robe was stained in one place, making it look even more bloody.

Yang Jin could not imagine how this big man in red could survive such a serious injury and still be alive and kicking as if nothing had happened.

He guessed that maybe the big man's martial arts were really high and his vitality was extremely strong, or maybe he had taken some magical elixir to extend his life.

But no matter what the situation is, Yang Jin has to deal with it carefully now, because a mistake may lead to death.

The big man in blood-clothed clothes was so seriously injured. It was at the time when his paranoia was at its worst, and everything seemed to be going against him. If Yang Jin didn't respond properly, he might suddenly kill him.

The so-called trapped beast still fights, the big man in blood should be the most dangerous to Yang Jin at this time!

So Yang Jin didn't dare to move now and lowered his head, not daring to look at the big man.

"Oh? You're the only one here, so you have a big appetite. You need five bowls to eat by yourself?

There are five bowls here and five piles of straw. Apart from you, where are the other four people?"

The big man looked at the rough man, but his eyes were sharp. With a glance, he knew that there were clearly five people living here in the temple.

As he spoke, he took out a short sword from somewhere and burned it on the fire.

Yang Jin saw that the big man was not easy to fool, so he had to tell the truth, "There are indeed five of us. They went out tonight for something and will be back in a while."

"They went out, why didn't you go?" The big man took out two porcelain bottles, one white and one green, and poured two pills, one red and one white, into his mouth.

The elixir seemed to be extremely effective, and soon after the big man took it, his pale face turned a little red.

"The younger one originally wanted to go, but because he is ill and has some difficulty moving around, he has to stay here to look after the house."

"Oh? Are you sick? Let me take a look. Well, your pulse is weak and your qi and blood are deficient. You are indeed ill and you are recovering from a serious illness. By the way, how long have they been gone?"

The big man grabbed Yang Jin's right hand, touched Yang Jin's pulse, nodded, "You don't seem to be afraid of me at all?"

"Afraid, I'm scared to death!"

Yang Jin only felt that the big man's hands were as cold as ice, and she shivered all over.

Although he was scared to death, he pretended to be calm and said: "But I know that if a martial arts master like Senior really wanted to kill me, it would be easy, easier than killing a chicken.

So it’s useless no matter how scared I am!

Besides, my senior and I just met by chance today, meeting each other for the first time, and we had never met each other before.

So I have no grudges in the past, and no grudges in the recent days. Besides, looking at your behavior, senior, you should be a famous martial arts master and hero. How can you be as knowledgeable as me, a little beggar begging for food?

Come to think of it, you wouldn't do anything to me, a sick little beggar, for no reason.

If that’s the case, wouldn’t it be disrespectful to your status as a martial arts master and your demeanor as a martial arts hero?”

After hearing this, the man's eyes flashed and he said, "You are not very old, but you are extremely clever and calm!

He actually knew it and used words to taunt me. He didn't look like an ordinary beggar, but rather like someone who had read books and seen the market.

Lu loves smart and steady people like you the most in his life. It is also fate that we meet in this deserted temple today.

It’s not because Lu is in trouble today, but I really want to accept you as my disciple.”

"Senior made a mistake in love, I am very grateful. If I am lucky enough to be my disciple, it would be a great honor for me!

It’s just that the boy’s fortune is limited, and he will not be able to serve his senior, and he will fall in love with him by mistake!”

Yang Jin is full of nonsense. Just listen to what this big man in blood clothes has to say. If you really want to take it seriously, he is running around the streets with a dung basket on his back - looking for death (shit).

In his opinion, the man in blood-clothed clothes frequently killed people all over the house. Looking at his attire, he was obviously not a decent person, and he was clearly an evil man.

For such a person to be able to survive to this day in the world, he must be vicious and ruthless in his actions and use all possible means, and he must also be full of lies. What kind of trustworthy words can there be in such a person's mouth?

In his previous life, he had heard too much about chicken soup for the soul and seen too many lies about promises. He had long been a master who never saw rabbits and never let go of hawks and never saw devils. How could he be fooled by a few seemingly well-intentioned lies from a big man named Lu in blood?

live.

In his opinion, the man in blood-clothed clothes was clearly being hunted by someone, and he was most afraid of leaking his whereabouts. According to common sense, the most important thing he should do when they met was to kill him immediately. How could he have the intention to sit here and talk to him?

Nonsense.

The reason for this, Yang Jin guessed, was that this big man must have something that was inconvenient for him to deal with and wanted to help him.

Yang Jin estimated that the most likely thing to do was to ask the big man named Lu to help him heal his injuries.

And Yang Jin also knew that once he was no longer of use to the big man named Lu, he would probably be killed and silenced according to the methods of evil demons in the martial arts novels of his previous life.

"Here, this "ginseng and antler health pill" is for you. Take it quickly!"

The big man surnamed Lu seemed to be very satisfied with Yang Jin's attitude. He took out a green porcelain bottle from his arms and poured out a pill the size of a soybean.

There was a trace of reluctance in his eyes, but he still handed the pills to Yang Jin: "Since you and I are destined to meet each other, you are recovering from a serious illness, your energy and blood are deficient, and you have such a temper towards Lu, although I can't accept you

As a disciple, I will teach you martial arts, but it is still okay to give you this "ginseng and antler health pill".

This ginseng and antler health pill is a well-known panacea for replenishing qi and blood. After taking it, it can replenish your qi and blood and completely cure the wind and cold you suffer from!"

Yang Jin took the pill and drank it immediately.

He had just seen a man named Lu take this pill and knew it was not poison.

The ShenRong Health Pills melted in the mouth, and Yang Jin suddenly felt a warm current flowing from his belly throughout his body. The heat in his belly continued to wash over his whole body. The sinking was gone, and he felt refreshed and suddenly felt full of strength.

.

This ginseng and antler health pill is indeed a panacea in the hands of people in the martial arts world, and the effect is indeed extraordinary.

Seeing that Yang Jin took the elixir without hesitation, the big man named Lu seemed to trust him very much and nodded secretly. He stopped chatting with Yang Jin and took out some miscellaneous things from his body and placed them beside him, making a pile like

It's like watching a magic show.

Yang Jin really couldn't imagine that he could hide so many things on his body.

It seems that the virtues of people in the world should not be underestimated. Even though the man named Lu looks rough and arrogant on the outside, he should actually be a delicate person, otherwise he would not be able to hide so many bits and pieces on his body.

The rough appearance may just be the person's external disguise.

In fact, if you think about it, Jianghu is a large-scale vanity fair.

People in the martial arts world lick blood and roll around on the knife edge every day. They face intrigues and bloodshed all day long. How can they hang out in the martial arts world without any tricks.

I'm afraid if the body had been exposed to the wilderness long ago, the grass on the grave would be as tall as a person.

In his previous life, he was in a small company, and he saw that people were just trying to make a small profit, and they were all scheming, using tricks, and performing scheming every day. What's more, in the big vat of martial arts, martial arts practitioners like them can't stand it.
To be continued...