"Two senior sisters, please rest in peace and recover while I go after Zheng Yanwu!" Chu Li said.
"Don't go!" Li Ruolan frowned and said, "Even if he is injured, you are no match for him!"
Chu Li said with a smile: "My sword is as powerful as the White Tiger's Soul-Eating Technique. His injuries will only get worse and worse, and it won't be easy to heal!"
"His inner strength is more profound and can defeat the power of your sword!" Li Ruolan said.
The White Tiger's Soul-Eating Technique can be broken by more pure internal energy, and so can Zhao Dahe's sword power.
Chu Li said: "It's not that easy!... If he stays here, he will be a disaster. It's a luck to hurt him this time. Next time, will the two senior sisters have to stay here all the time?"
Li Ruolan's curved eyebrows frowned: "It's impossible for us to stay. The teaching is short of manpower and we need to be on call at any time."
Lu Zhen chuckled: "We all work hard, we can't compare to you, Junior Brother Zhao!"
Chu Li hummed: "I'd rather work hard, but the saint doesn't agree!"
"Okay!" Li Ruolan interrupted his complaint, but the saint listened to it, and he suffered no good consequences.
"No more words, I have to leave quickly!" Chu Li waved his hand, ignored Li Ruolan's greeting, and strode away.
He took out the gale helm and headed northeast.
Zheng Yanwu felt that his internal energy kept pouring out from the wound, faster than the loss of blood.
Although he was shocked, he still remained calm. He knew that he was now at a critical moment of life and death, and he had to find a place to retreat to heal his injuries as soon as possible before coming out to settle the score with Zhao Dahe.
As he performed Qing Gong, the rate of loss of internal energy increased. As soon as he left Gale City, half of his internal energy had been lost. At this rate, he would have lost his internal energy not far from the city. Once he lost his internal energy, he would not be able to heal his injuries, and things would get worse.
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His mind changed and he thought that the most dangerous place might be the safest. In terms of the depth of foundation in Gale City, the Holy Sect of Light was far inferior to the White Tiger Sect. He immediately returned to Gale City, got into an alley, and entered a house.
An ordinary house.
There lived an old man in this family. He had a white beard and eyebrows and was very old. There was no one else in the family. He was a widower.
The old man was lying in the old rocking chair in the courtyard, swaying leisurely in the sunset, humming a tune in his mouth, leisurely and enjoying himself.
"Old Song!" Zheng Yanwu fell into his yard and said in a deep voice.
The old man stood up in a hurry. When he saw Zheng Yanwu appearing, he was startled. He clasped his fists and said in surprise: "Young Master!"
Zheng Yanwu covered the knife edge with one hand and waved the other hand: "I'm injured. I need to heal immediately. Don't let anyone find out!"
"Don't worry, young master, this place is very private!" Old Song nodded hurriedly and asked with concern: "How serious is the injury?"
"I can't die for the time being!" Zheng Yanwu snorted.
Lao Song said: "What should I prepare?"
"Find a secret place, I want to retreat to heal my wounds!" Zheng Yanwu said.
"Master, follow me!" Lao Song led him to a small pavilion in the backyard, pulled a mechanism in the pavilion, and with a "boom", the steps of the pavilion retracted inward, revealing a dark hole.
Zheng Yanwu followed Lao Song into the underground secret room. Below was an empty stone room where food and water were stored, so there was no need to go down every day to deliver them.
The air in the stone room is clear and fresh, and the vent is located in a flower bed, so there is a faint fragrance in the air.
"Young Master, I feel at ease here to heal my wounds, but do you want me to deliver a message?" Lao Song said.
Zheng Yanwu shook his head: "Don't do anything, so as not to arouse suspicion. I will find this place again after I recover!"
"Yes." Lao Song nodded.
Zheng Yanwu covered his wound and looked at him: "After all these years, you have become much older!"
Old Song laughed and said: "Young master, the older you live, the younger you become!"
"You look young but your heart is old. This time, I have lost my son. I want to avenge him. I didn't expect the enemy to be so cruel!" Zheng Yanwu shook his head and sighed: "Go ahead!"
"Yes." Old Song clasped his fists, went up to the secret room, and entered the small pavilion.
With a "bang", the steps stretched out again, covering the entrance of the cave and returning to their original shape. Outsiders could not discover the location of this secret room.
Lao Song continued to the lounge chair in the front yard, bathed in the sunset, and recalled the past.
When I followed the young master into the martial arts world, he was attacked by swords and swords, and his martial arts skills were abolished. He finally settled down in Da Feng City and became a rich man. He lived peacefully for so many years.
It has been fifty years since I last saw him. The young master is still the same as before, but he has become like this.
He has always been content, thinking that just being alive is good enough. After experiencing the bloody storm, being alive is a kind of luck.
But when he saw the young master again, he suddenly felt a little unwilling.
Could it be that my whole life has been so ordinary and obscure, gradually turning into a piece of loess and walking in this world in vain?
His ambition, which had been consumed by a peaceful life, and his fighting spirit, which had been extinguished by the loss of martial arts, began to revive at this moment. He once again started to use the mental method that he had not practiced for a long time, but his meridians that had dried up were lifeless.
He sighed dejectedly.
Feeling depressed, he opened the courtyard door and walked out, slowly walking to Jiuxing Tower.
As soon as he entered the Nine Star Tower, he heard about the Battle of Gale Helm.
"Good guy, this Zheng Yanwu is indeed worthy of being a hidden master. All the masters of the Gale Dulms pounced on him. He only made one move and everyone flew away. Then Zheng Yanwu injured two female disciples of the Holy Sect of Light. They are both great beauties.
, forcing Zhao Dahe to show up, otherwise he will kill these two beauties!"
"The disciples of Gale Dulms rushed forward desperately to save these two beauties. At this moment, the sword flashed, and Zhao Dahe finally took action, and the bright sword shot through Zheng Yanwu!"
"Is Zhao Dahe's bright sword really so powerful?"
"My brother-in-law is a disciple of Gale Dulms. He is recovering from his injuries at home. I just went to visit him with some snacks. These are what I heard from him. This is what I have seen and experienced with my own eyes!"
"It will inevitably be a bit exaggerated."
"It's not an exaggeration, it's just one strike! ... And Zheng Yanwu is really powerful. There are more than thirty top masters in Gale Helm, and he can take care of them with one move!"
Lao Song sat down at a table and listened to people's discussions, his expression unmoving.
He quickly understood the cause and effect, and sighed to himself that the martial arts world was indeed dangerous, and the strongest among the strongest would be the strongest among the strongest. Who would have thought that such a powerful young master would fall into the hands of such a young Zhao Dahe!
But this kind of martial arts world is exciting to be in.
It's a pity that my lifespan is coming soon. If I can recover my cultivation, I can live another hundred or even two hundred years. The older I get and when I'm about to die, the more I fear death, the less I want to die, and the less willing I am to die!
If I could recover my martial arts and live another hundred years, I would be willing to pay any price in exchange!
He drank a few glasses of fine wine, but there was no taste in his mouth. He slowly walked down from the Jiuxing Tower and walked towards his house full of thoughts.
As soon as he entered the alley, there was an ugly young man standing in the middle of the narrow alley, wearing a green shirt, looking at him intently.
Old Song was wary in his heart, but continued to approach the young man as if nothing had happened.
The two kept getting closer, and finally passed each other. Old Song breathed a sigh of relief, maintained his pace, and slowly left the young man.
"Do you want to resume martial arts?" the ugly young man said, as if he was talking to the air.
Lao Song paused and continued walking forward.
The ugly young man continued: "I have one of the Rejuvenation Pills of the Holy Religion of Light!"
After saying that, he walked forward and was about to leave. (To be continued.)