In the secret passage, Xiao Zhao's petite and thin body supported Yang Guo through the corridor. He noticed the other party's gradually weak breathing. Xiao Zhao kept crying and kept begging him not to have anything to do.

It was unknown how long it took, but the two finally left the secret passage.

Xiao Zhao helped Yang Guo walk down the mountain without daring to stay at all.

"Little...Xiao Zhao..."

Yang Guo, who almost fainted, shivered by the cold wind suddenly attacking his face, and slightly regained his consciousness.

When Xiao Zhao heard his voice, tears that had just stopped burst out again, and he asked, "Young Master, are you awake? Don't sleep. If something happened to you, I... I really don't know what to do..."

"No...it's okay, help me sit aside...sit down."

Yang Guo said with a hoarse voice and was very difficult.

Xiao Zhao did not doubt that he was there, so he hurriedly helped Yang Guo sit down next to the tree on the side.

Yang Guo not only suffered severe injuries throughout his body, but also suffered too much blood loss and had no strength in his body. However, he still stretched out his right hand and reached into his arms. With a thought, a bottle of Xue Shen Yuchan Pill and an Impermanent Pill that specializes in treating internal injuries appeared in his hand.

He knew very well that the situation in his body was not something that could be cured by medicine. He had all the meridians in his body, all the power was lost, and all the internal organs were damaged. These two elixirs could only temporarily suppress the injury so that he would not cough up blood and cough to death.

Seeing that Yang Guo wanted to pull his arm back several times, but his whole right hand seemed to be stiff, Xiao Zhao quickly reached into his arms and took out the two bottles of pills for him.

"Young Master, are these two bottles of healing pills?"

Yang Guo opened his mouth, but it was difficult to make a sound in his throat. He had no choice but to nod.

Xiao Zhao understood and quickly poured out two pills from each and fed him to take them.

Four pills were swallowed into his stomach. Yang Guo wanted to use his qi to recover, but found that his dantian was like a pool of stagnant water, without any movement.

Fortunately, the quality of these two elixirs is good. After just about one stick of incense is swallowed into his stomach, the medicinal power gradually melted in his body, and Yang Guo also felt that his body was finally feeling better.

It seems that the meridians are seriously damaged and the internal force cannot move, so naturally there is no reaction... After the pain in Yang Guo's body was relieved a little, he thought so in his heart.

"Young Master, who did you make you like this?"

Seeing that Yang Guo's condition had improved a little, Xiao Zhao couldn't help asking, a hint of hatred flashed in his eyes.

"Zhang...no...don't!"

Yang Guo said intermittently.

Xiao Zhao was shocked when he heard this. He never expected that it was really this person.

She wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes and quickly helped Yang Guo up. She said as she walked, "Young Master, we have to leave here soon. The people from the Ming Cult have decided to regard Zhang Wuji as the leader. If they wait for them to react, they will definitely come to chase you."

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Yang Guo nodded slightly, unable to speak, and could only walk on a difficult road with Xiao Zhao's support.

In this way, the two of them walked until night and did not see the inn that they could stay. They could only find a small crack in the wild to rest.

It was mid-winter and it was getting colder at night. Yang Guo was already injured. Even if there was a grass blade covering the cold wind outside the cave, he was still trembling with the cold. Xiao Zhao did not care about the suspicion of men and women, held him in his arms and turned his back outside the cave. He couldn't bear to feel cold because of the cold wind.

Fortunately, Xiao Zhao also practiced internal skills. Although his internal skills were not high, he could barely resist the invasion of cold wind.

On the second day, Yang Guoyou woke up and took four pills again under Xiao Zhao's care. He was not as weak as yesterday, but his face was pale as if he was terminally ill, and there was no blood on his face.

But I can barely talk and walk.

The two continued to rush on the road. After half a day, they finally paid off and met a market town.

Xiao Zhao wanted to take Yang over to see the doctor, but he refused.

After all, no one knows his situation better than Yang Guo. Although he was tortured by the pain in his body for a day and a half, he was thinking in his mind how to save himself, who had almost become a useless person.

Now, just by the elixirs in his system, he will definitely not be able to save himself. Although the Nine Yang Divine Art is a saint of healing, his meridians are damaged, and he cannot even do simple exercises, so he naturally cannot save himself.

The only way to save him now is the Divine Sutra, which has the power to revive the dead.

Yang Guo asked Xiao Zhao to take him to the inn to rest, then took the paper and pen, asked her to write a letter for her, summoned Haidongqing to send it to Shenlong Island, and recalled Jiannu.

As for why he didn't send it to the Love Valley, he naturally didn't want Xiaolongnu and his daughters to worry about him. Apart from them, Yang Guo trusted the most was Jiannu.

After finishing these things, he and Xiao Zhao did not stop here, but bought a carriage and continued on the way. On the second day, Xiao Zhao, who was driving the carriage, suddenly said vigilantly: "Young Master, there is someone in front of you, it seems... it is the Emei Sect."

Yang Guo in the carriage hesitated for a moment and asked her to stop the carriage.

"Well!"

Xiao Zhao tightened the reins of the horse and parked the carriage beside the road.

The noticed Master Mie Jue and others also stopped.

But after seeing Xiao Zhao who was quite familiar, Master Mie Jue remembered that when Yang Guo used his Sword of Heaven to cut off the chain for the girl at the peak of Guangming.

"Young Master!"

Xiao Zhao quickly helped Yang Guo out of the carriage.

Seeing that it was Yang Guo, Master Mie Jue was surprised. He saw that his face was pale and bloodless, and he looked like he was about to be idled. He even felt even more shocked and asked, "Young Master Yang, are you?"

She had great prejudice against the people in the Ming Cult, but she admired Yang Guo quite a lot. Even though she was on the top of the light, the other party still protected the Ming Cult, and she was still quite polite when she saw him.

"I was injured a little, but today I will apologize to Master."

Until now, Yang Guo could only barely stand firm with Xiao Zhao's support. He took out a letter from his arms and handed it to Master Mie Jue.

Master Mie Jue was suspicious and didn't know how his martial arts could still be injured. As for the word "application", where should we start?

With the doubts in her heart, she opened the letter, took out the extremely thin white silk inside, and looked at it.

At this time, Jingxuan, a great disciple of Emei, came forward, presented a bottle of pills, and said, "Young Master Yang, this is the sect's healing sacred medicine, which is specially used to treat internal injuries. You can use it!"

Although Yang Guo knew that the medicine was ineffective for his injuries, the other party was not inconvenient to disgrace Emei's face with kindness. While letting Xiao Zhao take it, he thanked him: "Thank you, Senior Sister Jingxuan!"

Jingxuan nodded slightly and retreated.

After a while, Master Mie Jue returned Bai Ling and the letter to Yang Guo with a complicated expression.

"It is because of Yang Dingtian's suicide note that you decided to help the Ming Cult?"

Yang Guo nodded and said, "Yes, I thought the purpose of the Ming Dynasty was really upright, but I didn't want to... Haha, I'm always thinking about it!"
Chapter completed!