Chapter 137 Coincidental encounter with Sword Saint
The boundless night gradually became thicker, and the tearing cold wind was as biting as a knife. On the dark vast wilderness, a rapidly running figure shuttled through the ink-like night.
Her beautiful and peerless face showed an anxious and haggard look. Her figure in fluttering green clothes looked like she was born out of the dust. She looked like an endless embarrassment at this moment. Behind the gorgeous beauty was a young man in a blue shirt on her back.
The young man's face was so pale that there was no blood at all, his eyes were closed tightly like a dying person, and his weak breathing seemed to be lingering on the edge between life and death. Every weak breath was as deep as a hammer, hitting the woman in green shirt's neck.
Heart.
Hesitant, at a loss, or anxious, at this time, Nangong Xianchen was like a headless fly, carrying the seriously injured Ye Yinfeng on his back, rushing through the barren mountains and wild ridges. There were endless dense forests and surrounding mountains everywhere.
In the mountains, there is no human habitation at all.
Nangong Xianchen, who was anxious and anxious, walked forward aimlessly. There was a deep and dark path ahead. Both sides of the path were filled with strange rocks and rugged mountains covered with withered grass. A few proud green pines suddenly appeared, standing out from the solemn trees.
In the cold wind.
Looking forward, a faint light as big as a bean suddenly appeared. Feeling the sound of the wounded man's breathing getting weaker and weaker behind him, Nangong Xianchen couldn't help but feel an angina in his heart again.
The light as big as a bean in front of her was like a beacon guiding her. She was so confused that she grasped a life-saving straw. Ye Yinfeng, who was seriously injured and unconscious on her back, accelerated and ran with her feet on the ground.
On this winding path, my body shot like an arrow towards the place where the light of the beans shined.
The rugged trail seemed to be endless, and the light as big as a bean seemed to be always in front of me. The dead trees and branches receded in my ears, and occasionally a few eerie sounds of nightwings suddenly sounded. There was no sound for a moment.
Nangong Xianchen, who was on guard, was frightened by the sudden and strange cry. Ye Yinfeng, who was being carried behind her, almost escaped her hands and fell out.
Nangong Xianchen, who was already exhausted, carried the unconscious Ye Yinfeng on his back and ran on this winding and rugged path for nearly an hour. The big light in front gradually became brighter.
Nangong Xianchen cheered up and walked quickly towards the place where the light was shining. Finally, he walked out of the winding and rugged path with strange rocks. At the end of the path was a dense forest.
There was a faint light in the grove, which was the light as big as a bean that Nangong Xianchen saw. It was a small thatched house deep in the grove, and a shabby old thatched house hung high in front of the eaves.
red lantern.
Nangong Xianchen peered out of the mottled tree shadows and saw a small thatched house not far from her at a glance, with an old lantern hanging high swaying in the cold wind.
With hope ahead, Nangong Xianchen seemed to be filled with infinite power, and all the fatigue suddenly disappeared as he walked through the dense woods.
At this moment, there was no intact skirt on her body. The woman who came out of the world like a fairy was like a beggar. Her hair was disheveled and her clothes were torn by dead branches. Everything showed her endless power.
Embarrassed.
What came into view was a small thatched house located in a small mountain col. The faint light illuminated the quiet path leading to the thatched house.
In front of the thatched house, a lonely figure sat with a lonely back. Next to the sitting figure was a broken stone table, and on the stone table was a steaming teapot.
Nangong Xianchen came to the thatched house with staggering steps carrying the unconscious Ye Yinfeng on her back. The first thing she saw was the lonely figure sitting there, with endless desolation emanating from that figure.
, his sturdy body showed that the other party was a martial arts practitioner with good cultivation.
The man casually draped his hair down his shoulders. He didn't seem to feel Nangong Xianchen's arrival. He didn't look back or speak. He just gently stretched out a pair of slender palms and poured a cup of hot tea.
"Young lady, I hope you will forgive me for disturbing me.",
Nangong Xianchen opened his mouth and said to the back Yingying. Ye Yinfeng behind him let out a slight groan at this moment, seeming to be falling into more pain.
Hearing a moan from behind, Nangong Xianchen's face couldn't help but change. The pain in her heart intensified like a wheel. She ignored the reply from the sitting figure and hurriedly helped Ye Yinfeng down.
I saw Ye Yinfeng's closed eyes and frowning eyebrows trembling from time to time. His pale face began to gradually turn darker, and the blood overflowing from the corner of his mouth slowly changed from bright red to dark black.
The beating of the pulse in his hand became weaker and weaker, and his whole body began to slowly become cold. All these signs indicated that Ye Yinfeng was heading towards death step by step.
"Who is this young girl? Why do you appear in this wilderness late at night?",
Nangong Xianchen, who had already lost her mind, couldn't help but shed two lines of tears. She stretched out her hand to touch her handsome face, which was gradually becoming colder. She was confused and confused when a gentle voice came to her ear.
She raised her head slightly, and saw that the stern and cold figure had turned around from time to time. Although his face was slightly ordinary, it exuded a unique temperament, and his eyes were as gentle as stars.
He stared at the two of them without blinking.
Although the man still maintained his sitting posture, his plain clothes could not hide his natural and aloof temperament. There was an admirable affinity in this man, which made people feel endless trust even when they met for the first time.
I don't know if it was Nangong Xianchen's illusion or something, but she felt that this person must have extraordinary and holy cultivation, but at this moment, this person did not have any fluctuations in his true energy. She felt that this person seemed to have been seriously injured, resulting in the loss of all internal energy.
, that’s why it gave her such a feeling.
"Senior, the little girl Nangong Xianchen, I take the liberty of disturbing you." Feeling the gentle and kind look in the other person's eyes, Nangong Xianchen still said his real name.
"It turns out to be the eldest lady of Linglong Valley. I don't know who this seriously injured young man is. To make Miss Nangong protect her like this, he must be someone important to her."
The man put down his teacup, walked straight towards Nangong Xianchen, and waved his hand.
Ye Yinfeng, who was lying in her arms, appeared inexplicably in the man's hands. The man's hands were flying, and he patted all the major acupuncture points on Ye Yinfeng's body. There was a sound of tapping, and then
After a while, the man stopped what he was doing. He straightened Ye Yinfeng and handed it back to Nangong Xianchen's hands.
Nangong Xianchen took over Ye Yinfeng, who was still unconscious, and carefully inspected his body, and found that his frowning eyebrows had relaxed at some point. There was a pulse in his hand and it was beating more strongly, and his even breathing sounded...
More vigorous and powerful.
"Thank you, senior, for the rescue. May I ask your surname?" Nangong Xianchen said gratefully to the man. If she hadn't been holding the unconscious Ye Yinfeng in her hand, she would have wanted to bow to him Yingying.
"Miss Nangong is being polite. It's just a little effort. In fact, these Nangong girls can also do it. It's just the excessive concern for this person in the girl's heart that makes her give in. Guigu's 'Great Thousand Machine Skills' will not even be able to do this."
Even minor injuries can’t be treated.”
The man waved his hand, with a warm smile on his face. He did not take credit, but reminded Nangong Xianchen.
What this person said was like a revelation that came straight to Nangong Xianchen's heart. Her face was blushing with shame, and her face was as delicate as a flower dripping with water.
Seeing her looking so embarrassed at this moment, the man couldn't help but let out a hearty laugh.
But Nangong Xianchen was secretly amazed. In addition to the warmth of the sun, this man's eyes also had a feeling as deep as the sea. An ordinary face showed the vicissitudes of human relationships.
, unable to see the other person's true age. But the other person's eyes when looking at him were as clear as a spring, without any strange fluctuations at all. This person's whole body exuded an inexplicable feeling of closeness.
There are few people in the world who have such an amazing and unique temperament. Nangong Xianchen also guessed several people in her mind, but she rejected them one by one. She really couldn't figure out who this person was.
"Miss Nangong, don't worry, anyone will be confused by caring. A certain family's love for knives made the girl laugh." After a long laugh, the man said his name, with a touch of melancholy in his tone.
.
As soon as she heard the man say her name, Nangong Xianchen's eyes showed even more astonishment. She was so shocked that she almost covered her mouth and exclaimed. She never dreamed that the man was the number one person in the martial arts world today.
Feng Lian Dao, known as the "Sword Saint". She did not expect that this "Sword Saint" was such an ordinary middle-aged man, and he was so approachable.
Unable to hide the shock in her heart, Nangong Xianchen remained silent for a long time. She also did not expect to encounter the "Sword Saint" Feng Liandao in this barren mountain.
Just when Nangong Xianchen fell into shock, he heard the wooden door of the thatched house in front of them open with a creak, and a cold and fierce man in his thirties, Shen Xiong, walked out of the wooden door.
The man was also dressed in coarse cloth, with a face as cold as a knife, and a pair of eyes as sharp as a sword, shooting sharp light straight at Nangong Xianchen.
"So much murderous intent." Feeling the sharp gaze of the stern man who pushed out the door, Nangong Xianchen's heart froze, and her beautiful eyes couldn't help but look at the man who suddenly appeared.
"Brother, you came just in time. The boy in this girl's arms is seriously injured. Please help him to my bed." When Feng Lian Dao saw someone coming out of the thatched hut, he said to the stern man.
The stern man walked towards Nangong Xianchen in silence. There was no expression on his stern face, and a cold and solemn aura exuded.
The cold figure of Shen Xiong walked towards her step by step, his heavy steps like lightning striking the ground.
Nangong Xianchen felt awe-struck in her heart. The cold and sharp light in the other person's eyes clearly had a bad look. She couldn't help but help the unconscious Ye Yinfeng to take a few steps back.
"Ouyang, put away the cold spirit in your body, don't scare this Nangong girl." Feng Lian Dao couldn't help but smile bitterly when he saw this, and then said to the stern man.
"Brother,???????" The stern man only said half of his words before he continued. There was a hint of eager concern on his stern face, but the cold aura on his body was weak.
A lot.
Walking in front of Nangong Xianchen, the stern man named Ouyang stretched out a pair of strong arms to pick up the unconscious Ye Yinfeng. At this time, Nangong Xianchen looked at him with a look of reluctance.
Ye Yinfeng was transferred from his hand.
Her beautiful eyes were filled with beautiful and brilliant light, and her face was blurred as she watched the broad back carrying Ye Yinfeng with a cold temperament as he walked into the thatched house.
"Your friend was harmed by the poisonous power of the Jiuyou cult. Did you encounter the remnants of the Jiuyou cult?" Feng Liandao watched Ouyang leave. He pondered for a moment, poured a cup of tea, and signaled to Nangong Xianchen.
He sat down on a stone bench next to him.
"Yes, thank you, Senior Feng, for your help. Nangong Moji will never forget it." Nangong Xianchen suddenly bowed to Feng Liandao Yingying. Even though she was in a mess, she still maintained her aloof style.
"Ah, I can't help it, Miss Nangong is so polite." Feng Landao, who was raising his glass to drink, saw the scarred woman in green bowing to him. He immediately screamed and quickly reached out to help the prostrated woman.
Nangong Xianchen continued: "Miss Nangong is exaggerating. This family is not much older than yours. You can call this family old, and from now on, you can call this family as Brother Feng."
Feeling the kindness of the other party, Nangong Xianchen did not stick to such small details. She opened her teeth slightly and said cheerfully: "Little sister, it is better to obey orders than to be respectful. I have met Brother Feng."
"Hahaha, life is really unpredictable. A certain family adopted a younger brother some time ago, and now they get a little girl who is as beautiful as a fairy. It really makes the family even more happy." Feng Landao said again.
It was a burst of laughter, and a burst of heroic spirit suddenly broke through the cage-like night.
Nangong Xianchen raised the tea cup and took a sip of tea. At this moment, she was still worried about Ye Yinfeng's injury. Although she knew that it would be nothing serious if Feng Liandao rescued him, she still felt faintly uneasy in her heart.
"Don't worry, little sister, your friend is practicing the supreme Taoist mental method. Although the injury is serious, the Taoist mental method is extremely subtle. The evil skills of the Nine Nether Sect are just restrained by your friend's mental method. At this moment
His life is not in danger." Feng Liandao was so thoughtful that he couldn't bear to look down on Nangong Xianchen's worries, so he comforted the beauty.
Nangong Xianchen smiled sweetly and thanked the other party. A big stone suddenly fell to the ground in her heart. At this time, endless fatigue came over her. She was so sleepy that she could hardly stand up. Her consciousness began to blur. She felt that she was too tired.
, just want to have a good rest.
Feng Lian Dao let out a long sigh when he saw this, and was filled with admiration for this strange woman in his heart.
"Xiao Guo, please come out and help this Nangong girl to rest." Feng Lian Dao seemed to be ordering someone. After a while, his voice sounded.
The wooden door of the thatched house opened again, and a charming young woman in commoner clothes walked out of the wooden door. She had a delicate face without rouge under her high bun.
The young woman in commoner clothes walked straight towards Nangong Xianchen, picked up the limp body and walked slowly towards the thatched house.
When everyone entered the thatched house, Feng Liandao's ordinary eyes suddenly shot out a sharp light. The sharp light was about to soar into the sky, break through the silent night, and rush towards the boundless dark sky.