~： Chapter 113

As far as the mountainside, Shen Min found a cave hidden in the jungle, the inside was dark and tortuous, and the rushing stream was quite deep, so he merged with Yan Wushi, and walked a few feet away, suddenly bright and open in front of him. It looks like the stone wall is smooth, and the square is the size of a large family hall.

Looking up again, there was no rock covered on the top of the head, and the sunlight was dripping from the gap between the interlaced and complicated leaves and fell on the dead leaves under their feet.

Yan Wushi said: "Just here, Xue Ting only said that we would hide in the woods under the mountain. We never expected that we would come up the mountain."

Shen Zhen's mind had been relaxed just now, but what came along was not relaxation and happiness, but bending down and spitting out a large mouthful of blood.

It was an internal injury that had just occurred during the fight with Xue Ting. Later, he took Yan Wushi all the way. His chest was always painful and painful, but he was afraid that he would let out the breath with one mouth, so he didn't even speak until now.

The palm of the top three master-level masters in the world is not tolerated by anyone. Shen Yun has not fully recovered his skills, can fight with each other for such a long time, and can run away with Yan Wushi, thanks to He is not yet fully familiar with the "sword heart" realm, but the realm is used on the sword and cannot be as endless as the internal force. Therefore, Shen Yan did not think about fighting with Master Xueting to the end before the fight. It is ready to retreat at any time.

It is not easy to leave under the eyes of Master Xueting Xueting, especially with a "burden", but Shen Xun did it.

Obviously, although the two had not conducted in-depth exchanges on the issue of retreat before, Yan Wushi must have the same idea, so the two could reach a tacit agreement and consensus without words.

Along with this spit of blood, Shen Yun was dizzy and almost had no strength to stand. The result of excessive energy loss and internal injuries was that his eyes were black, his ears were buzzing, and he fell straight forward.

Yan Wushi naturally hugged him, and smiled at the same time: "Ah, I know you like me, but you don't have to hurry to hug me!"

His voice was somewhat out of breath, and he was obviously injured, but he did not detract from the wanton teasing in Yan Zongzhu's words.

As soon as the words came to an end, Shen Ye vomited a large amount of blood again, almost half of his body leaned against his arm, pale and dying.

Yan Wushi snorted, "Will you be so angry that you vomit blood?"

Naturally Shen wasn't vomiting blood with anger, but he didn't have the strength to refute, only soft-track: "We are gone, what will happen to Wu Bo and A Qing?"

Yan Wushi: "Xue Ting isn't Sang Jingxing. After all, he has to hang the Buddha's face, and knows that it would be useless to threaten me with those two people. Naturally, he won't do anything useless."

Shen Yan nodded, blood stains on his lips, and his lips became cold white and blood red.

Yan Wushi held out his thumb and wiped away the residual blood on his lips.

Shen Yan's chest was so painful, she even breathed lightly, she could no longer focus her attention on things outside her body, even her senses became sluggish, and she was caught by the other side with a small piece of stuff in her mouth, and she was covered by her mouth He wasn't allowed to spit out, his eyes widened, and his body had already reacted rationally and swallowed the thing.

His throat was dry and painful, and he was almost not strangled. He coughed violently, causing internal injuries, and even moistened his eyes.

"Jade ... Rong?"

Chapter 75

Mr. Yan Wushi was surprised: "You haven't eaten it before, how do you know it is Jade Rong? It is clearly a poison."

Although Shen Zhen suffered internal injuries and had no strength to speak, he could clearly distinguish between poison and tonic.

"Yu Rongrong can only treat trauma, which is not very useful to me ..."

Fang Cai Xueting broke his sternum with one palm, and now he feels tingling in his undulating breathing, but for those who practice martial arts, this kind of trauma has become a common occurrence, especially Shen Yun and Kun Xieyi. After the war, the injuries suffered were countless, and there was no mention of broken bones and the like. The more troublesome were internal injuries.

Yan Wushi said lazily: "Then you can spit it out."

That thing has been swallowed in the belly by Shen Shen, where can I spit it out?

Facts have shown that it is completely useless to engage in a fight with Yan Wushi. Shen Shu simply closed his mouth and fell asleep soon.

He didn't sleep for long. Even if he closed his eyes, his body was always in a state of alertness. He woke up just after noon, and looking around, Yan Wushi was gone.

Yan Wushi left alone? This idea emerged from Shen Min's mind.

He sat up and leaned against the stone wall, trying not to touch the wound. The wet vines drooped from the top of his head, and the water droplets fell on his cheek, bringing a cold touch.

The original tingling in the chest turned into a faint pain. It can be seen that Yurong Rong still played a role. Shen Yu crossed his knees to heal the wounds. After a week and a week, the body's vital energy flowed throughout the body, bringing a warm, numbness to the limbs and bones. The injuries associated with internal injuries also seem to have improved.

When he opened his eyes, a small footstep sounded from the narrow path leading to the entrance of the cave.

Shen Zheng didn't get up, because he heard the identity of the person from the rhythm of the pace-since the eyes broke, he has deliberately trained his ear strength, and even pondered the subtle differences in each person's steps. Over time, his The ear strength is even more acute than those of ordinary martial arts.

Sure enough, Yan Wushi came in, carrying a bunch of sparrows in his hand.

Shen Yun: "Have you been out?"

Yan Wushi said, "Lend me your mountain and river with the sword of sadness."

Shen Yun naturally would not think that Yan Wushi was holding his sword in order to kill himself. He passed the sword without stepping away and asked, "Did you not meet Xueting outside?"

Immediately afterwards, he found that the other party took his sword, which was actually used to shave the sparrow.

"What are you doing!" Shen Yan angered.

Yan Wushi singularly asked: "Do you eat sparrows and hair?"

Shen Yan's blood surged, and he almost did not spit out another blood: "That is the sword of sadness left by my Master!"

Yan Wushi took time to spare: "Why should I be angry and spit blood carefully. Qi Fengge is like a heavenly man in your mind, but after all, he still needs to eat grains and cereals, that is, he shaves his beard with you, how do you know? "

During the conversation, the hairs of several sparrows have been cleaned by him, and it is difficult for Yan Wushi to carry a sword. He can even lift a heavy weight and use the effect of a dagger.

He put the sword into the stream again, washed away the sparrow hairs on it, and then returned the sword to the sheath and returned it to Shen Ye. He touched his cheek with his cold hands: "Well, Qi Fengge is dead For so long, even if you really use this sword to shave, he ca n’t jump out and scold you. The sword is in your heart, not outside of you, and it ’s only you who is so precious. "I broke it, and he changed the new one without saying a word. I didn't see him running to the qifengge's grave and crying."

Shen Yan was so angry that he didn't want to talk to him. It was only after a short time that he had passed the power, otherwise he would really vomit blood.

Yan Wushi seemed to be in a good mood. He found a dry place, piled up dead tree branches, lit fire crackers, and skewered the sparrows.

After a while, Jiaoxiang overflowed and drifted away.

He turned his head and looked at Shen Yan. The other side was closing his eyes and carrying out exercises, the side of the white jade was exposed to the warm luster under the sun, and the blue collar wrapped a beautiful line of neck between them. A hint of tenderness.

Yan Wushi has seen countless beautiful people in his life, many of them behave like the flowers of Gao Ling are inviolable, but no one can be like this man in front of his eyes, eyes closed like a god, open eyes there are three thousand red dust tender.

When thinking of this, Shen Yan opened his eyes: "When the night is quiet, I will go back and see Wu Bo and A Qingba."

Yan Wushi arrogantly peeled the sparrows from the branches alone: ​​"I said that Xueting would not be able to attack them in the broad daylight to maintain the glorious image of the Buddhist gate. After the appearance of Xueting, the existence of that house was already exposed , Wu Mi will know how to get along. "

He is cold-hearted and rarely cherishes the death of others. In his opinion, since Wu Mi is a member of Huan Yuezong, it is also his destiny, that is, A Qing. Yan Wushi will never be half sympathetic and soft-hearted, but he is also very clear about what kind of person Shen Yan is, only to be afraid of his words, the other party will immediately go back and see.

If he had changed the past, Yan Wushi would just sit on the sidelines, but today, he would be relieved of the doubt.

Yan Wushi: "Do you know why I brought six sparrows back?"

Shen Yi froze, and didn't understand why he asked so suddenly, but what deep meaning should he have, slightly tilted his head, and really thought seriously.

Yan Wushi didn't know where to peel off a bark of tree, and put the roasted sparrow on it.

At the first glance of Shen Yun, she almost couldn't control her twitching.

I saw six sparrows on the bark, and five were uniformly spaced around the middle one.

Yan Wushi: "This is a plum bird."

Shen Yun: "..." What name do you think?

Yan Wushi: "You must eat the one in the middle before you eat the one next to you."

Shen Yun: "... why?"

Yan Wushi: "Because it looks more comfortable, if you take the side away, 'Plum Blossoms' will be incomplete."