In the courtyard, the bloody smell left by the fighting just now has not yet dissipated.

The atmosphere between Wang Anfeng and the others became silent.

Although Wang Anfeng had spent countless efforts to find Meng Yuexue and Chuan Lian, he didn't know what to say at this moment. The grandfather of the girl in front of him had wanted to kill him to silence her, and her blood relatives also died because of him.

Strictly speaking, they are mortal enemies with blood hatred.

Meng Yuexue's eyes fell to the side, and shed her sword back into the scabbard, pursed her lips, and whispered:

"I'm going to see my senior brother, Brother Wang, do you want to come?"

Wang Anfeng nodded. Now he was wearing a black knife on his back and dressed as a martial artist in the martial arts world. Then he spoke again with the calm young man's voice and said:

“That’s natural.”

Meng Yuexue nodded and walked forward. Wang Anfeng carried the ink knife on his back and followed him for about hundreds of meters, but he was silent, as if he was walking alone. Because the atmosphere between the two was really awkward and depressing, Wang Anfeng felt a little uncomfortable, so he pretended to be relaxed and laughed softly:

"I haven't seen each other for two years, I don't know how Brother Chuan is now..."

"I think there will be a big change."

Meng Yuexue paused slightly, and she didn't look back, but just whispered:

"No……"

Wang Anfeng was slightly stunned.

"There is not much change in the words of senior brother."

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He was dressed in blue, with a slender body and a three-minute dull face, but his eyes were very clear. If he talked about martial arts, he was afraid of his head and tail, but if he talked about pharmacology and medical skills, his eyebrows and eyes flashed with concentration, and he would always have amazing words.

This is what Chuan Lian looks like in Wang Anfeng’s memory.

But the person I saw was already withered, black hair was withered and yellow, his eyes were closed on the bed, his breathing was faint, as if there were no, and he looked like a living dead person, and he was completely different from the energetic young man in the world two years ago.

How can this be said to be true, there is no change.

Wang Anfeng was shocked, and he took two steps, raised his hand and pressed it on Chuan Lian's right hand pulse. As expected, his pulse was extremely obscure and weak, and he did not look like a martial artist with a successful cultivation level. His thinness and weakness were even worse than ordinary old people who were dying.

Wang Anfeng frowned, as if he was not giving up.

He exhales a long breath, and the internal force in his body moves for a week according to the Hunyuan Gong method, and comes from his fingers, following the meridians of Chuanlian, trying to find out the reason why he fell into this state of false death. If it is because of some kind of poison, then his Hunyuan Gong body will just restrain all the poisons in the world, and may be useful.

Meng Yuexue stood aside, her eyes fell on the unprepared Wang Anfeng, and her right hand subconsciously clamped her long

The sword, pressed its thumb on the hilt of the long sword, and with a slight force, a sword edge popped out.

The sword edge was sharp and cold.

Faces appeared in front of her eyes.

Grandpa, father, and everything I saw and heard from my past memories.

Every flower and a tree in the Medicine Buddha Valley.

The desolate cloud shadows and rays of clouds that were seen on the bluestone at the highest point were flowing continuously, and the world has a sea of ​​clouds that have emerged from this.

Use force on five fingers.

On the palm of the sword, the veins that were no longer white and delicate, could be seen slightly arched blue veins.

When Wang Anfeng went to the Medicine Buddha Valley, he went on a day, and the Medicine Buddha Valley, which was originally like a giant, collapsed and destroyed. If the two had no connection, she would definitely not believe it.

She naturally hated her grandfather who had walked into the evil path and led to the destruction of the sect.

But for the person in front of him, Wang Anfeng, who almost destroyed her life, even though he could rationally restrain himself, even if he knew that the fault was not his, how could he not have any hatred?

She is not a knight.

Not even a sage.

She can't be Leng Che's good and evil clearly, nor can she meet each other and smile to snatch the grudges.

She originally wanted to be a two-pointed girl, but she hoped that after all the time, she could let her grandfather hold her hand and put it in her senior brother's hand, and then help her senior brother travel around the world to practice medicine, collect strange prescriptions in the world, write a book, and spread it to future generations. When she is old, she will choose a place to live in seclusion.

That's all.

Now, my grandfather has fallen into the evil path and is not to be cherished.

The senior brother was poisoned and turned into a living dead person.

The scene I saw in my dream was only left, and her hands were already full of blood, not a doctor who practiced medicine and saved people.

How can you be willing to think of this?

How can I let go?

Meng Yuexue looked at Wang Anfeng with her back facing her, and her devil thoughts surged in her heart. Her thumb was slightly raised, and the sword was cold. With just raising her hand, she could stab the unprepared boy in front of her, and she could express the hatred that had been suppressed for a long time in her heart. However, after struggling for a moment, she finally exhaled heavily.

Almost staggeringly, she took a step back and calmed her eyes. She raised her hand and placed the sword in her hand gently on the table next to her. This simple action seemed to have consumed all her strength. Meng Yuexue couldn't sit on the chair next to her, tightly pressing the medicine in her arms with her right hand, looking at Chuan Lian whose eyes were closed.

The corners of his mouth were slightly raised, but his face was full of self-deprecating.

yes……

Two years have passed, but only the senior brother has not changed much.

Wang Anfeng, who was facing away from Meng Yuexue, opened his eyes with a calm expression in his eyes. He looked at Chuan Lian in front of him, pursed his lips, withdrew his palm, put the latter's thin palm back into the quilt, and slowly stood up.

Maybe, Brother Chuan...

You may be the only one among us, and there has been no change at all.

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At the same time, in a small courtyard in this town.

The old man in blue clothes sat on the bamboo chair with a calm expression. While he was calculating the time to go to pursue the remnants of the Medicine Buddha Valley, he could hear the subtle sound of his clothes flying and dancing in his ears, his eyes lit up, and he thought that the warriors in the Unlawful Pavilion had returned.

Turning his head, he saw several figures, like running around, passing over the blue wall and landing on the ground, as if he had finally relaxed, his face was pale, and he was breathing rapidly. Several people even seemed to be running a little more anxiously, with their hands on both sides, sitting on the ground, breathing heavily, and their posture was quite indecent.

Such behavior of no superiors and inferiority made the old man slightly stagnate, and his expression suddenly became cold and hard, as if a cold wind whistled from now on. The warriors had sweated in their bodies because of fear and speed, but in an instant, the temperature faded and turned into white frost hanging on their bodies, and they were in a very embarrassing moment.

The woman's heart skipped a beat and suddenly remembered a piece of news from the sect.

It is said that the old man in front of him failed while performing a mission and was demoted to a medicine slave of the sect. He suffered from the suffering of thousands of snakes for three years. During this period, he saw all the eyes and disdain of his fellow disciples. Therefore, although he came from a sect in the martial arts world, he attached great importance to the etiquette of superiority and inferiority.

The actions he and others had obviously touched the elder's forbidden zone.

The woman felt cold in her heart, and almost instinctively, she suddenly fell to the ground, bowed and said:

"I am rude, please forgive me."

He reacted quite quickly. Before the old man had completely attacked, he had already fallen to the ground. In addition, she was also a deacon disciple in the Bu Lao Pavilion. Her cultivation was seventh grade, and there was an elder behind her who was not inferior to the old man. The latter was not good for him to continue to attack. He snorted coldly and sat back on the bamboo chair, but felt unhappy in his heart. He frowned and said:

"Why do you make it so embarrassed when you go to catch the remnants of Pharmacist Valley?"

"Where is Zhu Xiaoren?"

"Let him tell me clearly that this is what he calls the net of heaven and earth, and this is what he calls the grasp?!"

The people in the Bulao Pavilion were shocked by Wang Anfeng just now. When they ran away for the desperate situation, they could not care about Zhu Xiao's body? After hearing this question, the woman's heart burst, and then kowtowed and bowed again. She raised her head, her face was pale, and she said:

"Just just now, my disciples have indeed discovered the traces of the remnants of the Medicine Master Valley. The poison in his hand has been consumed by all the people in the world. He is simply a turtle in a jar, and can be captured at will..."

The old man frowned and said coldly:

"Very good, where is that person?!"

The woman's face turned pale, she lowered her head and said:

"He has been rescued."

"Even Senior Brother Zhu Xiao died at the hands of that man."

When the old man heard this, his expression suddenly changed. He sat up suddenly, but he was no longer cold.

Zhu Xiao is a person who attaches great importance to the Bulgarian Pavilion. Because he is not old, he was sent to stand alone. Now he died here suddenly. When he returns to the mountain, he thinks that there will definitely be a lot of trouble. His mind turns sharply, and his brows are getting closer and closer. He turns to look at the woman and says in a cold voice:

"Who is that person?!"

The woman shook her head and said, "Disciple doesn't know."

"I only know that he is about the early twenties when he uses a sheathless ink knife."

"We are domineering and powerful in our behavior."
Chapter completed!