Record of Chaos

　　 "Only one person can go on each bridge." The old man said the rules as usual, "You can go by any method. But you don't want to detour or go under the canyon."

　　 "The gorge has no end. I have never seen anyone who has fallen from here alive. If you change your mind and want to learn swordsmanship, you can always come to me."

　　As soon as he finished speaking, he went back to continue his work as a carpenter, leaving a bunch of people nervously watching the results of the sword fight on the bridge.

　　Although there are five bridges, the other four are always empty and no one dares to cross. Obviously everyone wants to see the result of the first person to cross the bridge before deciding what to do next.

　　 After all, people are people, and it is impossible not to make mistakes if they are people. Although the woman's swordsmanship was exquisite, she had tried hundreds of strokes, her true energy gradually became unstable, and the sword strokes showed signs of slack. The puppet who could not move by the thunder seized the opportunity and stabbed her left shoulder with a sword.

　　 The woman suddenly screamed, her moves were all chaotic, and the flaws opened.

　　 Gouzhu originally thought that the victory had been divided, the puppet would stop, but he didn't expect that the wooden man would not leave his hand at all, and the sharp sword would come straight to the woman.

　　 "Sister Lan, be careful!" I didn't know who shouted.

　　 This woman with the surname Lan wakes up, and quickly raises the sword in her right hand to separate the puppet from this move. But just listening to the whistling wind, the puppet's sword turned and slammed from the top of his head.

　　 All moves are dead hands!

　　 This puppet is going to take advantage of the situation and put this woman to death!

　　 "Who said that there can only be one person on a bridge!" The situation was so sinister, Gouzhu's mouth made a light effort, and his toes were lightened. He galloped and rushed to the center of the bridge in three or five steps.

　　 If he doesn't come, this blue woman is dead!

　　 Seeing Gouzhu rushing to the bridge to save people, the others were also taken aback. Song Ruhai, Mu Mu and others had planned to catch up quickly, but they couldn't get on this seemingly ordinary cable bridge. There seems to be an extremely powerful force on the bridge, as long as they step on, they will be bounced off by this force.

　　 Why is it okay to hook the pig? Everyone knows why. But everyone was blocked by the invisible force on the bridge, and could only watch foolishly at the bridge head.

　　 This puppet has forced Sister Lan to have nowhere to go. Behind her are bridge cables, and her back is leaning on these ropes. All other directions were shrouded by the sword light of the puppet.

　　 "What shit, go to hell!" Gouzhu pierced the puppet's head with a sword.

　　 "Huh?" There was an empty buzzing sound in the puppet's mouth. It also seemed to be taken aback, probably never thought that he would face two opponents at the same time. The two swords intersected in the local area. After separating the Gouzhu's sword strokes, he did not immediately counterattack Gouzhu without a sword, but turned his head to look for the woman's position. It seems that for it, the injured opponent is its first goal.

　　 Gouzhu grabbed the woman's right arm, then slammed her toes and pulled her back together.

　　 Fortunately, this woman has a slender figure, she is really light as a feather when she is pulled in her hand. Gouzhu took a few steps to retreat, and the vicious puppet didn't even chase him.

　　 "Ruoshuang, are you okay?" The few unknown outer disciples immediately gathered around.

　　 The woman named Lan Ruoshuang was hit by the sword suddenly, blood burst out from under her right shoulder, her face pale. The sword injury was still second, and the shock was not light. After all, she was only a few moments away from death. She was rescued by Gouzhu this time, and she was still in shock, and she collapsed and leaned on Gouzhu quietly.

　　 helped her slightly fragrant and soft body, very comfortable, Gouzhu was also very reluctant to let go, but still had to push her to her Wu Yuan siblings, and the group immediately surrounded her.

　　 "Sister is injured! A lot of blood flow!"

　　 "Take medicine to stop her bleeding!"

"No," I just heard another woman in their hospital say, "Senior Sister, this wound is too big. Although this muscle-producing hemostatic ointment is powerful, it is useless if it can't be sutured. The medicine was washed away by the bleeding blood. , Senior Sister had to withdraw from the Gonggong Tower and go to the Rejuvenation Hospital to heal her injuries.

　　 These four people looked at each other a little. Obviously, since Lan Ruoshuang was injured, she was unlikely to leave the tower alone and ran to the spring courtyard by herself. In other words, at least one person must be accompanied. And the person who accompanied him inexplicably lost the opportunity to receive the teaching at the Chuan Gong Academy during the year. The tuition was in vain. If he comes again next year, he will have to pay the tuition again.

　　 What's more terrible is that the remaining three people are all Wu Yuan brothers, but they can continue to receive the practice here. Although the elder brothers in the same Wuyuan trust each other, the internal competition is also huge pressure, and no one wants to lag behind others in strength.

　　 It was extremely quiet for a while, and no one answered. After a while, a low-bodied but sturdy junior said:

　　 "I will send my senior sister to Huichunyuan."

　　 This person's name is Lin Xiao, and he has always admired Lan Ruoshuang in the same Wuyuan for a long time. But Lan Ruoshuang is usually very cold and arrogant, and at the same time his talent and strength are far higher than him, he usually doesn't dare to show it.

　　 Just now he thought that he would have to leave the power transmission tower, and he hesitated for a long time. After all, entering the Power Transmission Tower is an excellent opportunity to improve your strength. And in this profound school, the strength difference is so large, how can it be possible to win the heart of the senior sister just by showing some hospitality?

　　 "Forget it, I won't drag you down, I'll go back alone." Lan Ruoshuang was stabbed a little by the sword of the puppet. She was unwilling to owe too much favor to Lin Xiao. She felt a little bit of a hatred for the poorest brothers.

　　 This is not the first time she has confronted a puppet here. Originally, she was confident that her swordsmanship was advanced enough to defeat the puppet, so that she could take the lead in entering the second level to pass the power, and continue to maintain the strength that is far ahead in this courtyard.

　　 I didn't expect that the sword skills of this puppet seemed to increase as her strength increased, and it was always stronger than her. Overconfidence made her suffer.

　　 "If you want to sew up the wound, I will." When these people struggled, there was a person outside the circle who spoke lightly.

　　 Lin Xiao glanced at the man's slender figure and thin face, as well as a pair of small eyes, cleverly shrewd. He was familiar with this person's appearance. It should be said that since Tang Su had a riot with them in the exercise square a few days ago, this thief face has become famous throughout the courtyard.

　　 "You are the one..." He wanted to say, "You are the hook pig who used to be a thief." But after all, the other party had just rescued the Sister Lan he admired from the puppets, and he couldn't turn his face so quickly, and immediately called him a thief.

　　 "Yes, I am the thief." Gou Zhu smiled faintly. He doesn't care about it. It doesn't matter what he is in the eyes of others. As long as he is still a brother in the eyes of his brothers and sisters in the Wuyuan, it does not matter that all beings in the Three Realms despise him as a thief.

　　 The remaining three men, one woman, and four pairs of eyes in this Wuyuan are all staring at this unusual guy in front of them. Their expressions are very complicated, mixed with contempt, distrust, but surprise and expectation. They have never lost anything, so they have no particular hatred for the thief. It's just that being a fellow brother with a thief, this somewhat lowers their identities, it is really annoying to think about it. But it happened to be this person, who just inexplicably rushed to the heart of the bridge to rescue the Sister Lan they admired. And only this one will stitch up the wound?

　　"Let him come." Lan Ruoshuang's pale face showed an indifferent expression, "What a thief. You are prepared to use it for yourself when you are injured in theft..."

　　 "Well, not bad." The first time Gou Zhu saw other Wuyuan people talking about his identity so easily, as if he didn't mind at all.

　　 Blue Rushuang's skin is white, especially the delicate skin with waxy shimmer, adding a sense of warmth. But the sword wound under the collarbone was extremely horrifying, about two inches long. It opened the wound slightly, and even the ribs could be seen. When the hook pig came to look at her, her pale face was slightly blushed~www.readwn.com~ If it were not for this sword, the skin under her collarbone would never open to the opposite **** like the hook pig .

　　 The wound has been smeared with hemostatic and muscle ointment. This kind of ointment commonly used by Xuanmen contains the Aoki Reiki that can restore wounds. A person of Taoism can absorb this spiritual energy and turn it into Aoki Zhenqi to heal himself. Coupled with the special effects of many of these drugs, wounds can heal extremely quickly. But it will take at least one night.

　　 And Lan Ruoshuang's tragic wound will split and close with breathing. Such repeated, naturally no matter how good the medicine is, it won't work.

　　 Gouzhu pulled some clean silk threads from the robe. As for the needle, he folds off a piece of sharpened from the copper wire on his wrist. After burning it with a fire fold, tie a thin thread on the blunt end, and then start to thread the needle on Lan Ruoshuang's skin.

　　 The girl frowned, her silver teeth bite, and sweat burst out from her head, but she never yelled pain.

　　 Gouzhu stitched her more than 20 stitches before completely stitching up the two-inch wound. After washing the wound and applying ointment, Lan Ruoshuang put on a spare dress. Not long after, the image of that heroic beautiful swordsman was restored.

　　 At this time, the sky is also getting dark.

　　 "Everyone, go to the wooden house." Lan Ruoshuang reminded everyone, "It's not easy to stay out at night here!"

　　 Two members of the five courtyards and nine people were all crowded in the old man's puppet workshop. The old man is missing, he seems to have gone to his basement for the night by himself. Two members of the courtyard were crowded in this small workshop, and two groups of people occupied one end of the room, each discussing the plan for the next day.

　　 I don’t know the reason, maybe I don’t trust the other party. Lan Ruoshuang and their Wu Yuan built a certain kind of barrier around them. This kind of barrier cuts off their voices, and even their image is somewhat blurred.