Old Monster [Touhou Undefeated colleagues]

Being hit by such force, Linghu Chong only felt a fog of blood floating in front of his eyes, faintly showing the human skin mask on the mysterious man's face, cold, numb and distorted, showing abnormal horror.A sense of sadness welled up in his heart, no matter what, this time he could be reunited with Yingying, his wife, and his junior sister, and he would never feel lonely again.

Master Fang Zheng saw that Linghu Chong was extremely dangerous, so he jumped up and used all the internal energy he could muster in his hands.But seeing him open his palms and attack the mysterious man's back.

As soon as the mysterious man heard the sound behind him, he slammed his backhand suddenly, and then leaped far away. He wanted to stand still, but he backed up again and again until he was several feet away.

After vomiting blood, Linghu Chong barely stood up, and the long sword in his hand stretched forward tremblingly, but still firmly pointed at the mysterious person.

After receiving the palm of the mysterious man, Master Fangzheng flew upside down, hit the trunk of a big tree beside the official road, and finally slid against the side of the road, not knowing whether he was alive or dead.

For a while, sawdust and fallen leaves flew around, fascinating everyone's eyes.

The mysterious man stood firm, but hesitated, thinking and making decisions.

He looked at Fang Zheng, then at Linghu Chong, hesitated for a while, then backed away slowly, and finally disappeared into the dark dense forest.

As soon as the mysterious person left, Linghu Chong hurriedly went to see Master Fangzheng's situation. He saw his eyes were deeply closed, his face was gray and his expression was languid.He forced himself to stay awake, he could lean on the ground with his sword, and support a tree with one hand, but he was a bit reluctant.

At this time, a few footsteps were heard, which was very clear in the quiet night.

Immediately afterwards, a few bald monks walked towards them holding torches, obviously they also spotted them.

"It's the abbot and young hero Linghu!" Several monks almost rushed forward.Linghu Chong could barely see the face of one of them, it was Fang Sheng, Marshal Fang Zheng's junior brother.He was already at the end of his strength, and once he relaxed, he couldn't hold on any longer and collapsed to the ground.

After an unknown amount of time, Linghu Chong woke up leisurely, only to see a strange young man sitting on a round stool beside the bed, holding a celadon bowl, which exuded a strong smell of medicine.

Linghu Chong wanted to sit up, but found that he couldn't exert all his strength, his chest felt so constricted that he was about to explode, but his eyes were black with pain.

The strange man was the first to realize that he was awake, so he quickly leaned over and said with concern: "Master Linghu, you are awake, how do you feel?"

Linghu Chong opened his mouth, his voice was so weak that even he could hardly hear himself.

"Where am I? Who are you?" There are many handsome men in Jianghu, but this is the first time I have seen such a handsome man.

The strange man smiled slightly: "This is Xu Renxiu, the head of the Qingcheng faction. This is an inn in Fengdeng County, Henan. You have been in a coma for several days, head Linghu. Everyone is very worried about you."

Linghu Chong thought he heard it wrong, and said in surprise: "The head of the Qingcheng faction?!"

The Qingcheng faction from Sichuan?He thought in his heart that Yu Canghai, a short man, a man from Sichuan who was full of old-fashioned manners, was completely incompatible with this delicate and gentle young man in front of him.

Also, Qingcheng faction!Compared with the Huashan faction, "the hatred is as deep as the sea, and the sea of ​​​​blood and deep hatred" can't be described. Hey!

But now he doesn't even have the strength to speak, and he can only temporarily suppress the infinite doubts in his heart.

"That's right, I'm not talented. Fang succeeded as head a few days ago, and I haven't had time to call my fellow martial artists. I'm very ashamed...Master Fang Sheng, head Linghu has woken up." Xu Renxiu stood up suddenly.

At this time, Master Fang Sheng and four or five monks came in from outside the room and crowded the bed.Fang Shengheshi said: "Amitabha, Young Hero Linghu, you've finally woken up, you're worrying everyone." Linghu Chong hurriedly said, "Master, where is Master Fang Zheng? Is he okay?"

"The young hero is really righteous. Even if he is like this, he still misses others when he wakes up. Don't worry, the brother abbot has returned to Shaolin Temple. He is fine, but his internal energy is exhausted and it will take some time to recover. His body is only a flesh injury. In a few days, the injury has recovered to seven or eighty-eight. Shaoxia suffered such serious internal injuries in order to save the abbot brother, Shaolin Temple is deeply grateful to Shaoxia for his great kindness." After finishing speaking, he gave another deep salute.

Linghu Chong hastily waved his hands and said, "You should not thank you for what you have done!"

At this time, he suddenly remembered something, turned his head and looked out, all the monks exited the room wisely, only Fang Sheng remained in front of the bed.

The head of Qingcheng left the room.

Only then did Linghu Chong see Fang Daoyou sitting in front of the square table... Eating, he seemed to sense his gaze, just gave him a slight glance, and then started eating again, as if he didn't care about his external affairs. Not affected at all.

Linghu Chong was inexplicably relieved and relaxed.

Master Fang Sheng sat down on the side of the bed, looked at Dongfang Bubai, and pondered for a while.

Linghu Chong knew that he had something to say, so he hurriedly said: "Master, just say, Fellow Daoist Fang is one of our own."

Dongfang Bubai paused in the air for a moment, that's all.

Fang Sheng said: "Young Xia, you have just woken up, you still need to rest and recuperate, other things should wait until you are in better spirits."

Linghu Chong broke into a difficult smile and said: "The people of the Jianghu are living a life of licking blood from the edge of a knife. I know my injury in my heart. It doesn't get in the way. If you have something to say, just say it."

Fang Sheng approached and said in a low voice: "My abbot elder brother said that the matter has not been settled yet, and now he is recuperating in Shaolin Temple and entrusting it to others, and he is afraid of accidents, so—"

Linghu Chong immediately knew that what he was talking about was about the alchemy book, so he hurriedly asked: "Then you are still in Shaolin Temple now?"

Fang Sheng shook his head and signaled with his eyes.

Linghu Chong stretched out his hand to touch under his pillow, there was something wrapped in oiled paper inside.

He was immediately speechless... he came back after a round trip, what a hot potato.

The next morning, Linghu Chong got up by himself, and he used Yi Jin Jing to heal his injuries overnight, and the effect was remarkable.

Dongfang Bubai looked at him strangely.

"Fang Daoyou, I heard from others that you have been taking care of me these days, so I know that you are cold on the outside and warm on the inside."

Dongfang Bubai said coldly: "That's what other people say. Of course, you can really listen to it."

"..."

Dongfang Bubai has been hesitating lately, feeling indescribably irritable.

The most hated enemy in his life was right in front of him, and he was seriously injured. He could crush him to death with one finger.

But why not do it?

That's right, Linghugou thief can't die yet, if he dies, then Wudang's alchemy book will not be found.

He thought, maybe he also needs to find some alchemy books to practice alchemy.