This figure hurriedly came to the man in gray clothes, half supporting and half hugging the man in gray clothes.
This man is in his thirties and looks like a Confucian scholar. He is wearing a cloak.
Of course, this is not its true appearance.
The man's voice was choked. He looked like he was a man, but at this moment he made a feminine voice. Her tone was distressed and full of complaints.
"Master, Linghu Zanghun is too scary. He is simply a demon. You... just take off your belt and lead us away. I have already arranged it in the forest. Master, why do you have to fight for your life with Linghu Zanghun?"
Woolen cloth."
The man in gray coughed up some more blood, then used his breath to regulate his breathing, and felt a little better. He said: "Lianqin, I knew I would have to fight him sooner or later, but luckily I'll do it today. Unexpectedly, not only did he have an abnormal physique,
And not afraid of pain..."
It turns out that the man in gray is Su Qinghou, and the Confucian-looking man is Xiao Lianqin.
Xiao Keqin said: "Master, Junior Sister, you have also met me. She is very good, so don't worry. I have also arranged for someone to help Lin Yi and the others. We don't want to go to Jiuyin Mountain now... You are so seriously injured, I will take care of you."
You go to Yancheng to seek treatment from Qu Wuhui."
Su Qinghou patted his head with his hand, trying to remember something. He asked: "Lianqin, who is the old man who was seriously injured by Linghu Zanghun?"
Xiao Lianqin said: "Master, he is Mr. Zhou Jin, the leader of Yongcui Lake. He has always supported Master and is an important force in the Southern Alliance. The person who carried him into the forest is his son Zhou Liang..."
Xiao Lianqin patiently spoke to Su Qinghou.
Su Qinghou leaned in Xiao Lianqin's arms, wondering if he really thought of Zhou Jin as Xiao Lianqin talked. He nodded noncommittally.
It turned out that Su Qinghou finally recovered his sanity after being treated by Fang Qingyun, and he would no longer think hard about finding a way to heaven. However, Su Qinghou's memory was not completely restored, only a part of it was restored.
Su Qinghou forgot a lot of people, a lot of things, a lot of the past, and a lot of grudges and grudges. He lost 60 to 70% of his memory.
Completely lost.
Moreover, his memory has become very poor now. At first, he had a photographic memory, but now he forgets some things within two days.
But some things and some people are destined to be etched in his mind forever.
Daughter, wife, Xiao Lianqin, Liu Yanliang, Lin Yi...
Xiao Lianqin braved the severe cold and went to Kunlun alone to find her master. Xiao Lianqin's eagerness was incomprehensible to ordinary people. She hurried on regardless of the hardship and exhaustion. Sometimes she would rush for three or four days in a row before resting for one night.
.I don’t know how many horses were changed along the way. She hated herself for not having wings, so that she could fly to her master as soon as possible and serve her master.
In Xiao Lianqin's eyes, everything is trivial, only Master is a big deal.
Finally, after a long journey, Xiao Lianqin, who was exhausted, arrived at Kunlun Mountain many days early. According to what Lin Yi said, she found the small temple standing on the top of the mountain.
After Xiao Lianqin saw her master, she didn't care whether he could remember her or not. She knelt at his feet on the spot and shouted with tears streaming down her face: "Master, Lianqin has finally found you. Master, you have suffered..."
Su Qinghou was also very excited at that time. He originally thought that Xiao Lianqin was killed in Taibai Mountain. However, he did not expect that Xiao Lianqin was still alive and had gone through so much trouble to find her.
Su Qinghou pulled his lover up on the spot, held her hand, and stared into her eyes for a long time.
Xiao Lianqin learned about her master's current situation from Fang Qingyun.
Fang Qingyun said to Xiao Lianqin: "It is the best outcome that your master can recover to this point. He has lost a lot of memories and his memory has become worse. This is actually a blessing for him."
Yes, this is indeed the best result.
It's so good that Xiao Lianqin can't believe it.
Although Master lost too much memory, Master recovered his sanity and no longer has to suffer the torture of endless memories. Now Master can be considered a normal person.
Xiao Lianqin's gratitude to Fang Qingyun was beyond words and she had no way of repaying her. She knelt at Fang Qingyun's feet and kowtowed several times until her forehead bled.
…
Xiao Lianqin said not to see Liu Yanliang yet, but Su Qinghou seemed stubborn.
"No, I have to go see Yan Liang. I haven't seen him for more than two years. I have to see how he is doing now. Otherwise, I won't worry." Su Qinghou said, patting his head with his hand and saying, "I seem to remember
I've also studied the ribs where Linghu's soul is hidden...but I can't remember it. I don't want to, let's go to Jiuyin first..."
But before he could say anything, Xiao Lianqin clicked on Su Qinghou's sleeping point. The master was so seriously injured now, of course Xiao Lianqin would not let him go to Jiuyin Mountain again. Xiao Lianqin had to take the master to Yancheng to find him first
Qu Wuhui heals.
The spring is cold and the chill at night is even stronger.
Xiao Lianqin took off her cloak and wrapped it around her master to prevent him from getting cold. Then Xiao Lianqin picked up her master and threw herself into the smoke screen, disappearing in the blink of an eye...
Lin Yi and the others could not tell their direction in the forest filled with smoke. If they came out of the forest in the wrong direction, they would be in trouble. At this time, a red light flashed in a direction in the forest. The red light swayed, as if someone was holding a torch and waving it.
.
Lin Yi and the others walked towards the red light. Under the guidance of the red light, several people came out of the forest. As expected, there was a man in black in front holding a torch to lead the way.
The man said to Lin Yi: "Prince Lin, please follow me."
Lin Yi and others continued to follow the fire. After walking for about a meal, they arrived at the foot of the mountain. There were two dilapidated houses there.
There is a light on in one of the rooms.
The man in black said to Lin Yi: "It's getting late, so you can rest here tonight. Prince Lin, rest assured, someone will help you."
The man in black finished speaking and left.
Lin Yi and others entered the brightly lit house. There was a large Kang in the room, and several sets of bedding. On the table by the window, there was a bamboo basket of wine and food. It was really thoughtfully arranged.
Su Jin'er jumped on the kang first and took off the quilt. Zhou Liang put his father on the kang. At this moment, Mr. Zhou's eyes were closed and his face was ashen. Mr. Zhou's entire chest was also kicked down, and his clothes were stained red with blood.
Zhou Liang tested his father's breath with his hand, and immediately cried: "Dad..."
Li Yan glanced at the dead Zhou Jin, her face expressionless.
Lin Yi also got on the kang. He tried Zhou Jin's old man's breathing, but there was almost no breathing. Lin Yi checked Zhou Jin's injuries and felt sad. "Grandpa" was injured too seriously and there was no possibility of treatment.
At this time, Zhou Jin's fingers suddenly moved, and Lin Yi hurriedly turned to Wang Hui, who was picking up a roast chicken and tearing it apart, and said: "Brother, give Master Zhou some internal energy quickly..."
Wang Hui Lai threw down the roasted chicken and climbed onto the kang. Wang Hui Lai frowned and said, "The injury is so serious that even gods can't save it."
Lin Yi also knew that Zhou Jin was hopeless, but he wanted Zhou Jin to say something before he died to see what he could say.
Lin Yi said: "If you don't come, then I have to come."
Wang Guilai hurriedly said: "You are half dead now, so let me do it. Alas, who made me owe you in my previous life."
Wang Huihui put his hand on Zhou Jin's Baihui point, and the true energy in his palm slowly poured into the top of Zhou Jin's head, and then traveled from the top of his head to all parts of his body.
After a while, Zhou Jin coughed.
As he coughed, he spat out another mouthful of lumpy black blood.
After spitting it out, Zhou Jin's ashen face looked better. He took a long breath and slowly opened his eyes.
His eyes, which were about to be extinguished like candles, searched and finally landed on Li Yan sitting at the table.