[Tianlong] Re-embracing Yanzhi and looking for Xiaoyao

, but I can see that she is slender and beautiful. Although the memories of 20 years ago come to my mind from time to time, the outline is already blurred. In his most miserable and helpless night, there was such a woman, the figure in his mind Gradually overlapping with the figure of the woman under the moonlight, he couldn't help but freeze his body, his throat rolled, and he made a rough voice: "You...you are...no...you are..." Among the grass in the forest, under the towering trees, this The scene was so similar that he had to believe it,

Yan Zhi didn't dare to get too close, and heaved a long sigh, "Why did you do this..." The words were ambiguous, but in Duan Yanqing's heart it was nothing less than a heavy complaint and blame.Although he once believed that the dream outside Tianlong Temple under the bodhi tree was not Guanyin descending to earth, but at this time he was confused again.That's right, if Guanyin hadn't saved him at that time, he would have planned to die.Avalokitesvara saves all sentient beings, he is now killing evil, he must have disappointed Avalokitesvara, the iron rod in his hand can't go down no matter what.

Yan Zhi's heart was beating like a beating, he was afraid that Duan Yanqing would come towards him with a stick, now seeing that he had put down the iron stick slowly, he couldn't help but heaved a sigh of relief, and then said quietly: "You go..."

Duan Yanqing remained silent, with a sad expression.Although Ye Erniang on the side was also surprised why a woman appeared quietly, she didn't think there was anything to be afraid of, but she didn't want her boss to lose her murderous intentions, so she couldn't help sneering: "What kind of girl pretending to be a ghost, I Ye Er Niang is not afraid of you..."

Yanzhi was afraid that Erniang Ye would swing a knife at him, so he blurted out: "You are also a poor person, 20 years ago, your son was taken away..."

Erniang Ye's complexion changed drastically, and with a ding, the lancet in her hand fell on the grass, she looked straight at Yanzhi, and suddenly knelt down on her knees, "You...you are really Guanyin Bodhisattva...please , please... my son, tell me! Where is my son!"

Yanzhi remembered that although Ye Erniang was vicious, her fate was not without misery, now seeing her pleading and crying whenever she mentioned her son, she felt soft in her heart, and said softly: "He is in Shaolin Temple...although we are with you His father is not allowed to meet, but he is living a good life, his name is Xu Zhu, you don't have to worry about him...he will definitely have great fortune in the future."

As soon as Ye Erniang heard the word Shaolin Temple, she felt as if she had been nailed to the ground, and there was no doubt in her heart.He kowtowed several times, "Thank you Guanyin Bodhisattva, thank you Guanyin Bodhisattva..."

How could Yan Zhi dare to accept such a great gift, she turned slightly sideways.At this moment, Duan Yanqing and Ye Erniang no longer had any killing intent in their hearts.Ye Erniang was worried about her son's whereabouts, she wished she could go to Shaolin Temple immediately, Duan Yanqing was also reminiscing about the past, no murderous intentions in her heart.Both of them drifted away.

Yanzhi was relieved at this moment.She turned around, but she couldn't see Li Yanzong's figure, she couldn't help feeling strange, she walked forward a few steps, stumbled and found that he was lying unconscious on the ground in the grass.Can't help being anxious, squatting down to feel his pulse, only to feel that the breath in his body is disordered, there is a sign of madness.His gaze shifted to his face, perhaps because he was lying down, the mask had loosened a bit, Yanzhi paused in his heart, and reached out to take off the mask, revealing a handsome and clear face, either Murong Fu or who.It's just that this face is a little different from the boy's face in her memory, with sword-like eyebrows and facial features that are more profound.Although her face is haggard and her hair is disheveled, she still does not hide the awe-inspiring beauty of Tsinghua University.He is already a grown man, not the boy in your memory!Yan Zhi said to herself with some emotion in her heart.

16 The fire phoenix and the phoenix can't ask for it

At this time the night was already dark, even a few feet away he couldn't see clearly, Yan Zhi leaned close to Murong Fu's face, saw that his eyes were closed tightly and his breathing was rapid, obviously he was not in a good condition.At this moment, Yanzhi was extremely fortunate that she knew martial arts, at least she had the strength to carry a tall man on her back.Murong Fu completely lost consciousness because of his insanity, and his face was hot flashes and white at times, and he seemed to call out "A Zhi" in a trance, and his moist and hot breath sprayed against Yan Zhi's ears, making her ears feel hot.Yanzhi didn't stop on his feet, and hurried back to Wuxi City along the same route, and finally found an inn to settle down.

As soon as Yan Zhi put Murong Fu on the bed carefully, he found that his body was tense suddenly, profuse sweat poured out from his head, but he just gritted his teeth to keep silent, Yan Zhi was startled, and hurriedly helped him up When he got up, his breathing became more and more rapid.After Yanzhi looked carefully, he discovered that a silver needle had been inserted into his back, which just sealed his spine acupoint. No wonder his internal energy was so turbulent. It must have been cut off by the silver needle shot by Erniang Ye just now. The circulation of internal energy in his body, coupled with Duan Yanqing's ventriloquism mixed with superior skills disturbed his internal breath.Yanzhi checked his pulse carefully again, and found that the true energy in his body was wandering around, presumably because he had practiced too many complicated martial arts forcefully, resulting in the stagnation of internal energy, even if there is no today, it will happen sooner or later.Speaking of it, if the qi channel is blocked and the breath is rushing around for a long time, if it is condensed at the Baihui point, it will cause confusion, and it is very possible that one accidentally loses his mind.

Yanzhi sighed, pulled out the silver needle first, and saw that his back was completely soaked in sweat, so he didn't care about being reserved, and called Xiao Er to fetch a basin of hot water, intending to wipe it off for him, anyway. She used to help her father take care of the sick. Although she never did it, she also watched the servants do it.Yan Zhi's fingers touched the belt and felt a little embarrassed. Seeing his ignorant look, he always felt as if he was doing something bad, so he simply closed his eyes, untied the belt with his fingertips, and took off his shirt.I only felt that there were ups and downs where my fingertips touched, and I couldn't help but opened my eyes, but I was stunned for a moment. There were countless scars, large and small, on the upper and lower parts of my body.

Yan Zhi's heart ached, she rolled over his body with trembling fingers, and saw that there were streaks of whip wounds on her back, and she could even clearly recognize the wound from her shoulders almost to her waist that she had seen that year. Back then, that scar was stained with blood, and she didn't see his back clearly, but now she realizes that there is almost no smooth skin behind him. Could it be that these are all left by Mrs. Murong's whipping of her parents and children?Yanzhi couldn't help but gently traced the scar with his fingertips in pity, Murong Fu trembled, and suddenly murmured: "Mother, mother... the child will never forget..." Although he didn't finish speaking How could Yanzhi not know what he said, it must be the words "Xingfu Dayan", he couldn't tell whether it was distressed or sad, he just felt sore in his chest and couldn't bear to look at it.

She took the wet veil and carefully wiped his upper body. Although she knew that those wounds had been scarred a long time ago, and some of them were probably more than ten years old, she still seemed afraid of touching his sore spots. Carefully avoid or wipe gently.After wiping off his dripping sweat, he saw that he had fallen into a coma, but his brows were still furrowed, obviously the internal force in his body was still rampant, making him quite uncomfortable.Yan Zhi concentrated on his pulse for a moment, then took silver needles and pricked several large points on his body, and finally saw his frowning brows slowly relax.

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In the past few days, Murong Fu has been waking up and fainting, he doesn't even remember how he escaped from Duan Yanqing and Ye Erniang, he only felt that he was back in a trance when he was 12 years old, he was still practicing martial arts in Shi Shui Pavilion, His father was standing on the huge rock beside the waterfall, scissoring his hands, watching him condescendingly practicing the Nanshan sect's sword technique for subduing demons.

He has been practicing this set of saber techniques for more than three months. He has to practice ten times every morning and evening. The moves have already been imprinted in his heart. At this moment, he is out of breath, but he dare not stop the saber in his hand. Seeing that the last move is about to be drawn Pass.But in my ears, I heard a shout of "Idiot!"

"The essence of the so-called Subduing Demon Sword Technique is to use both the false and the real, and alternate between the false and the real. Your move of 'Sinking the Sea' just now was a false move, and this last move of 'Crash the Camel with a Thousand Weights' is the real move." Trick, but you make you limp, what a look! How could my Murong family have such a fool as you!"

For the young boy, his father's scolding was the biggest deterrent, he trembled with his long knife hanging down, and dared not say that he really lost his strength just now.

"Say! Why did Weifu name you Fu?"

He couldn't help looking up at his father's tall figure on the giant rock in awe. "The boy's name is Murong Fu, because my father taught me to never forget the legacy of my ancestors. I must revive the Great Yan and take back the country."

"Well, let me ask you, can you bear the name your father gave you for your slack just now?"

He was extremely ashamed in his heart, lowered his head and choked with sobs and said, "No... the child is not..."

"Such a coward! You don't deserve to be my Murong Bo's son!"

Murong Fu suddenly raised his head, looking at the tall figure on the huge rock.Since he was a child, his father was the person he admired and feared the most, and getting his father's affirmation was his goal of striving day and night.However, just now the father said that he was not worthy to be his son!He suddenly felt confused and painful, and suddenly a strong force pulled the long knife away from his hand. He was already lost, his feet were unstable, and he staggered and fell into the shallow pool.

"Stupid! Look out!" The ordinary long knife seemed to be a fetish in his father's hands. The horse came galloping.The blade cut through the waterfall, and the water sprayed like pillars, rushing towards him. It was late autumn at this time, and the weather in Gusu was already gloomy and cold.

He struggled to stand up from the shallow pool, clenched his fists, and was about to walk towards his father, when he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his back, and the scene was unreal for a moment, as if he had returned to a younger age, with his mother holding a book , want him