Hu Qianxiao opened his eyes and saw the black beam at the first sight. Looking around, he saw a little dim and simple room. There was nothing else in the room except for simple tables and chairs. He was lying on a bed. The sudden huge pain from his chest made him know that he had survived.

He didn't want to close his eyes anymore. Because when he closed his eyes, he saw several uncles fighting each other. The uncle in the sect rushed towards him viciously with a chicken claw sickle in his hand.

Tears suddenly flowed out of the corners of his eyes silently. He always thought he was brave and strong. He was adopted by his master since he was a child. No matter how hard and tiring his practice, or how fierce his master's sticks and fists were, he had never shed a single tear.

"The man shed blood and sweat but did not cry.

Practice martial arts well to expand our sect and help your master with a sigh.”

These are the two most common words that Master said during his lifetime.

Except for the death of the master, I cried. That was because of sadness.

And now my tears are because something in my heart has been broken.

"Squeak!" The door was pushed open and someone came in. Hu Qianxiao quickly turned his head, not wanting the person to see his tears.

"Ha! You're awake."

The speaker's voice was very familiar. It was Linghu Chong, a disciple of the Huashan Sect who was one year older than him.

"It's just right to change the medicine for you. Uncle Master, Uncle Master, the little tiger is awake."

"I woke up when I woke up, and put the medicine on him. I'm busy here!" Lu Buming's voice came from outside from afar.

"Okay! The little tiger will endure the pain." After Linghu Chong said that, he put the tray in his hand on the table. On the tray were two bottles of gold-invasive medicine, a roll of white cloth, a pair of scissors, and a copper basin filled with hot water.

"Where is this?" Hu Qianxiao couldn't help asking.

"A rural gentry villa at the foot of the mountain. There is no way. At that time, your wound was scary and healed a lot of blood. It was too late to go to the hospital in the city. I had to stay in this villa and heal you." Linghu Chong said, while his hands were constantly stopped.

"Can you get up by yourself?"

"I can." Hu Qianxiao said stubbornly. He pushed his hands hard, and a huge pain came from his chest, so painful that cold sweat broke out on his head, and a smile was squeezed out on his face. "Look, can't this be done?"

"Okay, okay. The wound will burst out again in a while. You kid are just holding on!" Linghu Chong hurriedly supported him and added a pillow behind him to make him lean more comfortable.

"Thank you."

"You tiger, you can speak human language." Linghu Chong smiled.

"How many days have I been sleeping?"

"How many days left? Less than one day. Yesterday afternoon, my uncle and I carried you down from the mountain."

"That's the secret?"

"It was taken away by your uncle."

"He took it away?" Hu Qian Xiao suddenly stood up.

"Are you looking for death? Sit down! Listen to me slowly!" The scissors in Linghu Chong almost pierced into his wound, and slapped him in the head in anger. When Hu Xingzhe leaned back, he said: "Your other uncles are dead, and you also hit him with a chicken claw sickle. Of course, the secret book belongs to him."

"Your master uncle is really yin. When the melee began, he was the first to fall to the ground with a knife. He thought he was dead? Unexpectedly, he pretended to be dead and finally gave you a sneak attack on Uncle Six. He laughed to the end." While saying, Linghu Chong flexibly cleaned the wounds with both hands, applied medicine, and bandaged them.

"But why don't you stop him?" Hu Qianxiao still shuddered when he remembered the scene at that time.

"Why should I stop it?" Linghu Chong raised his head and looked at his bandaging skills with satisfaction. "We don't care about the matter inside your door. We just need to keep your safety. This is what Uncle Master promised to all the grass."

"That is my unique skill. How can I fall into the hands of such a despicable person? What should I do if he wants to practice his unique skill and harm the martial arts world?"

"Uncle Master said that back then, your master would rather pass on his unique skills to all hundred herbs than to other disciples, including your master. One is that each person has different qualifications, and the other is that their nature is insufficient. Even if your master master has the qualifications and nature, how much can you practice the secrets? How much can your martial arts improve? When you recover your wounds and practice martial arts well, then take back the secrets."

"In other words, Quanbaicao is not a traitor to our sect?"

"Who knows? Anyway, there are seven masters and brothers, only all hundred herbs can get the true teachings of your master. This is true. After the medicine is changed, lie down for a while. Have dinner immediately, and my uncle cooks in person. You guys are lucky."

As he said that, Linghu Chong packed up his things and went out. Only Hu Qianxiao was left lying on the bed alone. I don’t know what he was thinking!

The countryside courtyard where Lu Buming and his friends stayed was originally a place where wealthy families in the county town occasionally went out for a walk and had fun. Usually, only an old couple guarded them here. Lu Buming exchanged one tael of silver for three rooms in the other courtyard for three days, and he also had to do his own food and drink.

Linghu Chong came out of Hu Qianxiao's room and came to the kitchen. He saw Lu Buming skillfully scribing the iron pot while stir-frying the dishes. Another stove was stewing a fat chicken, and a large bowl of red braised pork on the chopping board was steaming. Lu Ming, who was used to living alone in his previous life, had no problem cooking a few home-cooked dishes.

Linghu Chong saliva flowed, picked up the chopsticks and picked up a piece of braised pork and put it in his mouth. "It's delicious, it's so delicious!"

"Have you changed his medicine?"

"Well! The little tiger is just trauma. It's not a big problem with the Baiyun Bear Bile Pills from Hengshan Sect. This is the medicine left for me by Master Dingjing." As he said that, he wanted to pick up the meat again. "Uncle Master, I saw the little tiger crying secretly."

"Okay, don't eat it secretly. Go and bring the dishes over, I'll stir-fry some vegetables, and we'll have a meal." Lu Buming put the fried eggs from the leeks in the iron pot onto the plate.

"Uncle Master, would you say if we intervene, would it be better? Qidou Sect is over."

"Only people can save themselves, only by saving themselves can they be saved by heaven. The people of Qidou Sect are trying to die themselves. Who can they blame? This is good, and they will not be destroyed or established. I hope that the tiger boy can revive Qidou Sect."

Linghu Chong ate a round stomach for dinner, and even Hu Qianxiao, who was injured, drank two more bowls of delicious chicken soup. Lu Buming told Linghu Chong to clean up the dishes and tell him something to Hu Qianxiao.

"Your injury is not serious. If you rest in peace these days, the wound will heal soon."

"Thank you."

"No need to thank me. I am just entrusted by someone to be loyal to others. What are the plans for me after my injury is healed?"

"I, I don't know!" Hu Qianxiao was very confused. He couldn't go back to Qidoumen. How could he go there?

"Then let's go with me. Practice the martial arts of Qidou Sect before talking about other things." Lu Buming said relaxedly.

"But this secret book has been taken away." Hu Qianxiao said unwillingly.

"Come on, there is a set of secrets here. Take it to practice." Lu Buming took out a thin book from his arms and handed it to him.

"Is this?" There is no text on the cover of the book. Hu Qianxiao opened the first page, and there were six words written on the beginning: the Five Virtues and Heart Methods. "This is a secret book. Didn't it mean that he was taken away by Master Jiang? Why..."

"The secret book under the Dashi was indeed taken away. This book was copied by Quanbaicao in Nan Shaolin Temple for three days."

"You? You?" Hu Qianxiao felt like he was being played with for a moment.

"From Quanbaicao, please let me take you out of Qidoumen, I knew this would be very troublesome. In case of precaution, I asked Quanbaicao to copy three secret books again. Sure enough, you kid were stubborn and had to go all the way to the dark. There was no way, I could only come to Qidoumen with you. If you gave you this secret book at that time, your uncles would probably have fought on the spot."

"You always knew there would be such a result. So you kept telling me not to regret it."

“Because there is no place to sell regret medicine.”

"It was my willful deed that caused the consequences today. Several uncles died at my hands."

"Frankly speaking, you have part of your responsibility!"

"But I have a good intention! I have never thought about exclusive secrets. How could it be like this?"

“Some things are just unreasonable.”

The tiger was astonished as he snarled, desolate, and despair. At this moment, he thought of death. Looking at the secret book in his hand, he cut down his body and mind like a knife and axe.

"This secret book is the culprit for everything." He tried hard with both hands and tried to tear the secret book to pieces.

"This secret book is not guilty, what is guilty is the heart of the people. In fact, you did nothing wrong, what is wrong is human nature. Hu Qianxiao, the Qidou Sect has long been rotten from the roots. Without you, this secret book, for the position of the leader and the rights in your hands, Qidou Sect will sooner or later be released. Your master, your master's martial arts inheritance, and the hope of the whole hundred herbs are placed on you. It is your lifelong responsibility to revive Qidou Sect. Think about it carefully."

As he said that, Lu Buming got up and left.

The night sky is full of stars and the sound of frogs crowing in the pond. In such a quiet night, Lu Buming wandered alone in the yard, feeling self-deprecating. He hasn't taken action for many years, and his ability to soothe students' spiritual chicken soup is really unfamiliar. Back then, he used his three-inch tongue to spit lotus flowers and his sky was full of flowers. With his ideals, hopes and responsibilities, he fooled a group of students to study with enthusiasm and howling. He almost made up for it tonight, which made Hu Qianxiao, a young man, blamed himself so much that he almost lost his fighting spirit. Fortunately, he made up for it in the end. Otherwise, it would be a very embarrassing thing.

It seems that my great fooling skills are still there! Linghu Chong, those boys on the mountain, are you blessed!

Thinking of this, Lu Buming chuckled.

Linghu Chong happened to come in from outside the yard and heard the sinister laughter, his face turned pale.

Because he was using spiritual medicine, the wound was not deep. In addition, Hu Qianxiao was seventeen or eighteen years old, and had an extraordinary physique. A few days later, Hu Qianxiao's wound began to scab. Although he could not exercise vigorously, he was like an ordinary person when he was sitting and lying down.

The first-hand chicken soup made by Lu Buming and the hard-filled chicken soup seemed to be effective. Hu Qianxiao accepted the secret book and expressed his willingness to go back to Huashan with Lu Buming.

Early in the morning that day, the three of them packed their luggage and rushed to a new itinerary again.
Chapter completed!