Chapter 4

"hengguo's are all damned!" The Taoist said softly.

The right hand on the abdomen slowly raised, fingers moved, and a small flame suddenly appeared in the palm of the hand, as if to extinguish with the wind and move with the wind, but eventually stabilized.

Yi Heng opens his mouth, and his torn lips have blood flowing out, but this magical scene makes him forget the pain.

"Disease", the Taoist whispered a word and waved his right hand to brother Jiang.

The little flame fluttered to brother Jiang.

Like Yi Heng, Jiang opened his mouth wide. He was not afraid to see the fireball flying. His heart was more magical than the fireball itself.

Brother Jiang also regained some strength. When the fire came slowly, he had already got up. He was about to wait for the fireball to touch his body and flash to the left. He thought that he had dodged it. However, the flame turned to be alive and touched him.

There was no sound on his body, but as soon as the big flame of his thumb touched his body, he burst out. Brother Jiang only had time to howl and fell to the ground, and his head was buried in the stream.

Half a cup of tea, ginger brother into ashes, even the head of the stream is no exception, the stream did not extinguish the flames.

It's not right to turn into ashes, because Yi Heng finds that there is no ash, and a living man disappears in front of him out of thin air. It turns out that it is a small flame about the size of a thumb that is about to burn out.

"Pa" sound, Yi Heng's right hand stone fell to the ground, mouth slowly opened, murmured a vague words, not finished, legs can no longer support collapsed on the ground.

Peeping at it, the Taoist priest seemed to be seriously ill. His face was white and his right hand had been put down.

But Yi Heng does not know that his face is even more pale, even if the original blood red scar also has no blood color.

He was trembling and frightened. He didn't dare to look at the Taoist priest. He only dared to stare at his right hand.

The time for a stick of incense has not yet come. With the exhaustion of spirit and physical strength, Yi Heng slowly closes his eyes and goes to sleep. The slight sound mixed with the sound of the stream is gradually harmonious.

The Taoist priest seemed to have gone to sleep, and peace was restored here.

The silent forest is slowly awakened by the sound of birds and beasts, but there is no beast in the forest.

Just after Mao Shi arrived, Yi Heng was awakened by the throbbing of his soul. The night's deep sleep restored his physical strength and spirit.

The flowing stream let him have no time to think about it, so he buried his head in the stream and drank it as if it was the best nectar in the world.

The slightly cold stream water moistens the lips and throat. A cool feeling pours into the stomach. The same cold stream makes the back brain AChE. Yi Heng finally wakes up slowly.

Gently raised his head, squint at the opposite side, chin is still immersed in the water, dare not move, for fear of alarm what.

The Taoist priest still kept the posture of yesterday. He sat cross legged, and his right hand was still well placed in his abdomen. His chest seemed to be slightly concave. His lips on his sharp chin were tightly closed. His expressionless face was even more palpitating because of his paleness. His sword eyebrows wrinkled slightly, as if he were suffering some pain.

All of a sudden, as soon as the Taoist opened his eyes, Yi Heng felt a cold light shining down his eyes and into his mind. He was so scared that he got up and took a few steps back. Then he fell on the ground and climbed up the mountain. He just wanted to get away from here.

"Can you run through the fire?" The Taoist voice seems to be more energetic than yesterday.

When he heard the word fire, he couldn't move. The scene of brother Jiang's disappearance made his body unable to do anything.

"Come here.".

Two words gently, like magic, make Yi Heng slowly turn around on the ground.

When he saw the flame of the Taoist's right hand, it seemed that it was a little bigger and more stable than yesterday, and his body could not stop gargling and shaking.

"Are you afraid?" The Taoist said softly.

Even if there is a stream about a foot away, even if there is the sound of the stream flowing, Yi Heng can still hear it clearly, because he has been paying attention to whether it is the word "disease".

"I'm afraid, but I'm from abroad." his voice trembled. Yi Heng still clearly said what he mumbled yesterday.

"San", a word spit out, Yi Heng almost paralyzed, only to see the Taoist right hand flame disappeared.

"I won't kill you," said the Taoist slowly. "If you are obedient," he added in his heart.

"Now you can get me some water." The Taoist said to Yi Heng.

Yi Heng was shaking in his heart? Can't the Taoist be able to fight water by himself? Was it hurt? "

Without the threat of life in front of him, Yi Heng has such a thought in his mind.

But soon, he wrapped the big leaves of the forest into a cup, and walked on the disordered stones to the other bank not far downstream.

It's autumn now, and the water is not big.

After filling up with water, he walked slowly to the Taoist priest. What he kept staring at was his right hand on his abdomen. He felt relieved when he put it quietly. However, he tried to put his hands and feet lightly.After walking in, I found that the Taoist priest's chest was concave, as if he had been directly hit by a heavy object. Although there was no blood, the injury was not mild. His legs were not coiled, but collapsed in front of him like a broken one, not to mention sitting, but leaning against the bluestone.

"Have you seen it? It's true. Because I was fighting with people, I was broken my sternum by the magic weapon, fell from the sky and broke my legs. If it hadn't been for the other party who was seriously injured and fled, I would certainly have died. " Said the Taoist.

Speaking so many words at one breath seems to be too weak. After a pause, he said in a deeper voice, "of course, the situation is not much better now. There is only one breath left in one life, but this breath is enough to send out a fireball."

When he said this, the Taoist looked at Yi Heng's eyes like a sword.

Yi Heng trembled in his heart and almost dropped the water on his hand. Then he held it with both hands in time. His eyes did not dare to look at the Taoist priest, but only looked at the water on his hand.

If there is a chance, Yi Heng doesn't mind killing the Taoist priest, but the time from the fireball to the playing time is really short, and it can't be avoided. Without absolute assurance, Yi Heng can't even think about it, because the Taoist's sharp eyes seem to be able to see through his mind's thoughts.

"Hello me," said the Taoist in an irresistible tone.

"Is it so serious?" Yi Heng thought in his heart.

When I got close to the Taoist priest, I found that the front chest was almost close to the back.

"It's really serious. If I had died long ago, it seems that the Taoist can recover? It's also true that such fierce flames can be born out of thin air. What else can't be believed? It's hard to get away or live like this. "

With both hands, he put the leaves on the Taoist's mouth and slowly poured it. The Taoist drank the stream water eagerly. Finally, he continued to fill the water twice. After that, he motioned to stop.

"You are very good!" After drinking water, the Taoist's face softened a lot, indicating that Yi Heng stepped back and sat down.

"You are much better than ordinary soldiers to survive the war and to fight the veterans of hengguo alone.".

The Taoist knew that his future life still depended on the boy in front of him. It was impossible to blindly threaten and force him. Now he had to give him some hope.

"Do you know who I am?"

"Are you a fairy?" Yi Heng suddenly comes up with this sentence. Although he has never thought about this problem in his life for decades, he can blurt it out.

"Oh, God? To you, I may be an immortal. If I am not injured, the powerful army of hengguo in your eyes can be destroyed by me alone, "said the Taoist without modesty.

Yi Heng is skeptical, but dare not have any expression of disbelief, only dare to be.

"I was injured and fell here five days ago. My whole body protected my heart and lung, and I didn't dare to relax. So during this period, water did not enter. From today on, you will be responsible for my daily life until my injury is stable. After that, I will either give you a great fortune or a fairyland. What do you think The Taoist's tone was as gentle as possible and said to Yi Heng.