A big event happened in Biluo Sect. Lu Mo, an inner disciple, died. Since Lu Mo went out secretly, the disciples guarding the mountain gate didn't know where Lu Mo went or what he did, so it was difficult to find out the cause of his death.

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The leader of the sect, Peng Zide, had a dark face and said in a deep voice: "Send a few people to the surrounding cities to investigate. At the same time, inform the people from Yuquan Mountain and Sanhua Sect and ask them to help with the investigation. Don't make any announcement.

It is not a glorious thing for an inner disciple to be killed!"

In the haystack, Xu Qingtong woke up quietly after lying all day and night. The pain all over his body made him afraid to move. He hadn't eaten for a day and his stomach was growling. Xu Qingtong shook his head and felt that his head was getting bigger again.

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I closed my eyes and thought for a while. Everything that happened in the dream was vivid in my mind, as if it had really happened. "Maybe what happened in the dream is true. I really killed the soul of a cultivator!"

Xu Qingtong tried hard to recall every word Lu Mo said, and the scenes in the world of immortality kept flashing in his mind like pictures.

For a whole hour, Xu Qingtong was digesting everything that happened in the dream. Finally, he came to the conclusion that what he heard in the dream was real, and there was indeed a world different from ordinary people. This world is

Around him, it seemed like there was a veil covering it, making it difficult for people to see or touch.

Xu Qingtong moved his body with difficulty. He felt like he was falling apart. He didn't have any strength. The wounds on his body hurt. His empty stomach made him full of desire for food. He touched his body, except for Lu Mo's.

Storage bag, nothing else.

"We can't go on like this, we have to find a way!" Xu Qingtong thought. He turned over, slowly climbed out, and then leaned on the haystack, breathing heavily.

After waiting for a while, he saw an old farmer carrying a bamboo basket from a distance, walking towards him. Xu Qingtong used all his strength and shouted hoarsely: "Old man, help me!"

Hearing someone calling for help, the old farmer looked over. He saw a young man in tattered clothes and covered with wounds, leaning against the haystack. The old farmer hurriedly took three steps at a time and ran over. "This is

Little brother, what’s wrong with you?”

"Old man, I was killed by a gangster and escaped here. I am tired, hungry, and injured. Please save me, old man." Xu Qingtong replied weakly.

The old farmer came closer and looked carefully. Seeing that Xu Qingtong's injury was not serious, he hurriedly pulled him up and helped him walk back to his home step by step. He arranged for his wife to bring a basin of warm water to help Xu Qingtong wash away the blood on his body.

clean.

The old farmer took a jar from the house, dipped cotton in the jar, dipped some reddish-brown liquid in it, and applied it on Xu Qingtong's wound. Xu Qingtong felt a slight chill, and the pain was relieved a lot, and he thanked the old farmer repeatedly.

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While the old farmer was helping Xu Qingtong clean up his wounds, the old woman took two pieces of gray cloth from the house and walked out. "My child, I don't have any suitable clothes for you at home. These two pieces are my grandson's clothes when he was a child.

Try it and see if you can wear it?"

Xu Qingtong took the clothes and thanked him again. He did not shy away from it. In front of the old woman, he took off the tattered clothes that had become strips of cloth and put on the clothes given by the old woman. Fortunately, although they were a bit old.

, and a little fat, but it’s much better than the old tattered clothes that couldn’t cover my butt.

After cleaning himself up, Xu Qingtong ate some dry food brought by the old woman and drank a bowl of hot egg soup, and his complexion slowly recovered.

The old couple sat next to them and couldn't help but look at the child in front of them. They were busy with their work before and didn't pay much attention. Upon closer inspection, they saw that the child was handsome and handsome. There was a sense of perseverance on his young face and a good manner.

At first glance, he looks like a well-educated child.

"My child, where are you from? What happened? How did you get here?" asked the old farmer.

Xu Qingtong told the old couple his story in detail, and the two old men couldn't help but sigh. It was hard for a ten-year-old child to suffer such a disaster at home. The old farmer asked him what his plans were for the future.

, Xu Qingtong told him about going to Houtang Town to join his uncle.

The old farmer said: "I'm afraid it's four to five hundred miles from here to Houtang Town. The mountains are high and the roads are far away. How can you get there as a child? Why don't you stay at my house for a while and wait for your health to recover before making plans."

Xu Qingtong showed a decisive look on his face and said in a low voice: "I have already caused a lot of trouble to the two elders. I don't dare to bother you anymore. Please give me some directions and I will go find myself."

The two old men tried to persuade them to stay, but Xu Qingtong was determined to leave. He knelt down and kowtowed to the two old men, thanked them for saving his life, picked up a few buns prepared by the old woman for him, and embarked on the road to find his relatives.

Along the way, Xu Qingtong slept in the open, climbed mountains and waded in rivers, and stayed at night in Xiaoxing. After eating the steamed buns, he begged along the road, and when he couldn't find anyone, he picked some wild fruits to satisfy his hunger. Although the journey was difficult and dangerous, he also developed a set of survival skills in the wilderness.

Houtang Town is located 80 miles west of Bingzhou City. There are about four to five hundred households in the town. Including the immigrant population, the town has about more than 2,000 people. It is considered a medium-sized town.

On this day, a young man walked on the road outside the town. He was wearing gray cloth clothes, slightly loose, with messy hair, and dirt on his face and body. It was Xu Qingtong who had traveled more than ten days to get here.

After entering the town, Xu Qingtong took a short rest and then began to inquire about the whereabouts of his uncle. Chen Jialiang was quite famous in the town. He had superb medical skills, was generous and kind, had fair prices and reasonable fees, and often helped poor neighbors. Therefore, when it comes to Chen Jialiang,

Everyone in the town didn't know his name. Xu Qingtong knew the location of his uncle's Huichun Hall after some inquiring.

It was almost time to arrive at the Huichun Hall, and Xu Qingtong felt uneasy in his heart. He had never seen his uncle, and his mother was gone, and she didn't leave him a token or anything like that. Would his uncle recognize him? Is he warm or indifferent to him? So-called

"I feel more timid when I'm close to my hometown and don't dare to ask anyone." This is probably how he feels now!

Xu Qingtong hesitantly walked into the Huichun Hall, raised his eyes and looked around. He saw a square table in the middle of the hall, and a middle-aged man sitting behind the table, taking the pulse of a young woman.

On the right side of the table are rows of medicine cabinets. Each drawer is labeled with the name of various medicinal materials, no less than hundreds of them. On the left is a screen, with a curtain hanging on one end of the screen, and behind the curtain are vaguely placed

A bed.

After looking at the decorations in the hall, Xu Qingtong set his sights on the middle-aged man. The middle-aged man was about forty-six or seven years old, with a long and thin face, a few strands of long beard on his chin, his eyes were slightly narrowed, and his face was kind.

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After feeling the pulse, he smiled and said to the young woman: "Your illness is no longer serious. When you get home, make some ginger soup, add a little brown sugar and drink it to avoid catching cold again." The young woman stood up, thanked her and left.

Xu Qingtong looked at the middle-aged man, who looked a bit like his mother. Thinking of his mother, his eyes couldn't help but become moist. At this time, the middle-aged man also raised his head and looked at Xu Qingtong, seeing that he didn't look like he was asking for help.

The doctor asked the doctor, "What does this little brother do for you?"

Xu Qingtong thought to himself, "Is this my uncle?" But he didn't dare to be too abrupt, for fear of admitting the wrong person and making a big joke. He hurriedly stepped forward and said, "I dare to ask your Excellency, is this Doctor Chen Jialiang?"

The middle-aged man replied: "It's me, what do you want me to do with you?"
Chapter completed!