Chapter 421: The Burial Ground of Dongzhang in the Divine Eagle
Valley of Heartlessness.
Huang Rong and his entourage returned the same way and Qiu Qianchi and the others had disappeared. It didn't take much to guess that the group must have escaped while they were not around. Since they didn't recognize Qiu Qianchi, Huang Rong didn't pay much attention and just said
They are indigenous here.
It took Huang Rong all her energy to relieve Master Yideng's acupuncture points. Although Yideng used the unique Yang Finger technique to relieve the depleted Dantian, the physical fatigue could not be alleviated by external force.
There is also a mental aspect. Huang Rong has been unable to eat or sleep well for several days because she is worried about her husband Guo Jing. Her heart can be said to be tense all the time.
Knowing that she was exhausted physically and mentally, Guo Fu and the Wu brothers hurriedly helped her to a seat on one side to rest. Ke Zhen'e, who was always irritable, stopped talking at this time and remained silent without knowing what he was thinking.
Not long after, several people heard the sound of rapid footsteps outside the house. Huang Rong, who was sitting dozing with her hand on her eyebrows, immediately stood up, picked up the bamboo stick and walked out to greet them.
Several people followed closely, and at a glance they saw two figures suddenly jumping into the door, it was the returning Hong Qigong and Master Yideng.
Huang Rong couldn't help but take a breath when she saw Yideng's hand wrapped tightly in a monk's robe for the first time. It was only through Guo Fu's exclamation that she saw her husband on Hong Qigong's back.
"father!"
"master!"
The Wu brothers and Guo Fu were the first to see Guo Jing who was in a coma, and ran all the way towards Hong Qigong. As soon as the three of them took two steps, a figure passed by them, and it was Huang Rong who looked anxious.
"Brother Jing!"
Bangdang threw the bamboo stick to the ground, and Huang Rong carefully took her husband from Hong Qigong's back: "Master, how is Brother Jing?"
Hong Qigong's face was solemn: "Jing'er was seriously injured. If we were a step too late, he might have been killed by those beasts."
Huang Rong, who kept checking Guo Jing's injuries, was stunned when he heard this: "Isn't it Ouyang Feng?"
"We didn't see Ouyang Feng. When we first saw Jing'er, he was being attacked by a pack of wild wolves."
Only then did Huang Rong see the bloody wounds on her husband's calf. She discovered that Guo Jing's strong calf was missing a large chunk of flesh, and blood was still pouring out. She was so anxious that she burst into tears.
Delihua brings rain: "Brother Jing!"
"Rong'er, now is not the time to be sad. Without further ado, Master Yideng and I must heal Jing'er as soon as possible, otherwise his leg will not be saved if it is too late." Hong Qigong looked at Huang Rong with a serious face.
After wiping her tears, Huang Rong nodded, picked up Guo Jing and ran to the bedroom.
Hong Qigong and Yideng immediately followed him.
In Gongsun Zhi's master bedroom, Guo Fu and others kept running back and forth, some were busy getting medicine, and some were busy making hot water. Fortunately, the medicine room in Jueqing Valley had enough stock, and they could find many good medicinal materials that could not be found outside.
This saves them unnecessary time out of the valley.
Three hours passed.
Only then did Yi Deng and Hong Qigong, who were the best in the world, stop and stay. At this time, Guo Jing's calves and arms were wrapped with thick gauze. These were external injuries, and they had also treated all the internal injuries.
Looking at her husband who was lying on the bed looking peacefully sleeping, Huang Rong stepped forward anxiously: "Master Yideng, Master, how is Brother Jing?"
The two of them couldn't hide their tired looks at this moment, and looked at each other, as if they had something to hide. In the end, Hong Qigong was the first to speak: "Rong'er, you have to be mentally prepared."
Hearing this, Huang Rong's heart skipped a beat, and Huang Rong was about to cry again. She said in a tearful voice, "What will happen to Brother Jing?"
"Don't worry, Jing'er is no longer in danger of his life, but his leg may be lame."
With a clang, the medicine bowl in Guo Fu's hand fell to the ground, and she said with a pale face: "Is my father going to be lame?"
Mother and daughter immediately ran into the bedroom, followed quickly by the Wu brothers and Ke Zhen'e behind them.
Hong Qigong and Yideng glanced sideways at the crowd and walked out of the door side by side: "Master Yideng, tell me, whose method was behind Jing'er's help?"
With their eyesight and skill, they knew that Guo Jing's internal injuries had been temporarily suppressed as soon as they got started. The technique was so weird that they couldn't tell which sect it came from.
Now that Guo Jing is still in a coma, they can't ask the person involved and can only make random guesses.
"I don't know that there are as many as seven external forces in Jing'er's body. Some of them are like the methods from Shaanxi, and there are also shadows from Hebei, but the internal forces all seem to be created by the same person. It is really weird." Yideng.
Shaking his head, he couldn't tell whose hand it was.
No matter how hard they tried, they couldn't imagine that the person who saved Guo Jing would be Zhang Yimeng, the eccentric king of the Three Mountains and Five Mountains. As mentioned before, Zhang Yimeng's knowledge was quite mixed. No matter who the person he saved was, as long as he
She asked him to help create perjury, documents, and reshape her identity.
They can only exchange their own unique skills. Of course, those who don’t want to change will never force them to do so. However, some desperate fugitives from the rivers and lakes often choose to compromise in order to escape pursuit, because in the rivers and lakes, except for Zhang Yimeng, the king of wheels,
, no one has this method yet.
Even Yang Guo, the withered hero sixteen years later, took the initiative to find Zhang Yimeng to forge new identities for his friends in the world, and the two got acquainted from that.
As mentioned before, Zhang Yimeng's intelligence was not inferior to that of Yang Guo. He was very smart since he was a child. He was literate at the age of three and started helping his father organize documents at the age of six.
How could such a person be a fool? The martial arts skills he acquired in his hands were even better than those of the seniors who had been immersed in this art for decades. This was talent.
That's why Guo Jing has in his body unique techniques from different sects from all over the world, and they are still unknown techniques, just like the set of sword techniques and sword techniques that his master taught him, but they have no name.
Because Kung Fu with a name and surname will allow people to follow the clues and find their own roots. How could Zhang Yimeng, who is better than his master, make such a low-level mistake?
Naturally, Yideng and Hong Qigong could not guess the identity of the visitor.
Without choosing to rest, Yideng walked straight towards Zhu Ziliu's body, picked it up and walked towards the back mountain. Hong Qigong glanced at it for a moment and paced to follow.
"Master Yideng, don't you plan to take your disciple back?" Hong Qigong looked at the former's back and asked hesitantly.
"Ashes return to dust, dust returns to earth, and all prosperity is nothing more than a handful of fine sand. Everything is in vain. It is the same everywhere. Death is like a lamp extinguished. After death, it is just a cup of loess." Yideng has been included in Buddhism for a long time, and he pays attention to it.
It's about taking things as they come.
I don’t have such a deep obsession, I must return to my roots after death.
The two of them walked to the top of a mountain, Yideng looked at the beautiful scenery around him, and sighed: "Idiot, you liked to dance and write ink when you were alive, but this place agrees with your temperament, so I took it upon myself to bury you here as a teacher.
Let's go."
As Yideng spoke, he raised his foot and stamped on the ground. There was a loud banging sound, and clods of mud kept flying. In an instant, he stepped on a small deep pit in front of him.
Slowly lowering Zhu Ziliu into the pit, Yi Deng took one last look at the body, with a trace of love flashing in his eyes, and then he personally sprinkled cups of loess into the pit.
Seeing the scene of the white-haired man giving the black-haired man away, Hong Qigong seemed to feel something in his heart and sighed deeply: "Yang Guo can no longer keep this son."
Yi Deng, who was bent over and buried in the pit, ignored him, but when he heard Yang Guo's name, a flash of sharpness flashed in his eyes, thinking that this eminent monk who had already been born was about to set foot in the world again.
After burying the earth in the pit, Yideng sat cross-legged in front of the tomb without raising the monument, and just quietly recited the death mantra.
At some point, Huang Rong and others chased after him. When they saw the pit in front of Yideng, their hearts tightened, and they all guessed who the owner was inside.
"Master Yideng, it's all Ronger's fault. If it hadn't been for Ronger's request, Senior Brother Zhu wouldn't have suffered this disaster." Huang Rong walked up to Yideng with a guilty look and said angrily.
Waving his hand, Yideng said calmly: "He is destined for such a disaster, so you don't need to take it to heart."
"Master Yideng, was that Ouyang Feng the one who killed Uncle Zhu?" Guo Fu cried so hard that Zhu Ziliu was kind to her and she was a sentimental person. She was heartbroken at this moment.
Yideng shook his head but did not answer.
Hong Qigong on the side couldn't help but said in a deep voice: "It's Yang Guo"