() At this moment, Ling Chen's consciousness, which was so painful that he passed out, appeared on the horizon of a blood-red sky. Looking at the sky as scarlet as stained with blood, Ling Chen's consciousness stood between heaven and earth. Suddenly, he saw a man in blood robe emerging from the sky.
Falling from the sky, a giant sword standing tall on the sky quickly followed the man in blood robe and slashed him head-on.
"brush"
A sudden surge of blood filled Ling Chen's eyes. As he watched the body of the man in blood robe falling into the endless void, Ling Chen murmured from the corner of his mouth standing in mid-air;
"Military solution"
"Drink!" With a confused shout, Ling Chen woke up from his sleep. He lowered his head and looked at the quilt on his hands. Ling Chen looked around, looking at the surrounding bamboo chairs, bamboo stools, and the bamboo bed under him?
He looked around the window and saw a woman in green standing quietly by the window, looking at the dark night sky and the pouring rain.
Even though it was raining heavily outside the bamboo house, Ling Chen was still startled into a cold sweat and could not help but murmur;
The two words "military solution".
Well, the woman in green turned around and walked gently to the side of Ling Chen who was getting out of bed and said softly;
"What do you want to do?"
"I'm going back." Ling Chen took the shoes on the ground and put them on. He was about to say that he was going back to the 'Common Yard' when he remembered that it was pouring rain outside. He couldn't help but froze, and the cloth shoes in his hand also became suspicious. He was stunned.
He looked at the woman in green clothes in front of him, not knowing what to say.
"You can leave tomorrow. It's raining heavily outside. You've been in a coma all day today. Nai Er will go back in the afternoon. Don't worry."
Hibiscus turned around and looked out the window again.
Ling Chen looked at this graceful back and said hesitantly;
"But is this, is this really good?"
"What's wrong?" Mu Jin turned around and looked at Ling Chen beside the bed in confusion.
"No, I mean, won't it affect you if I stay here?" Ling Chen looked at Mu Jin who looked confused and hurriedly explained.
Hibiscus blinked her big and lively eyes and said;
"What's wrong? I don't need to sleep, just meditate."
"Oh" Ling Chen didn't know what to say and could only sit silently on the bedside.
After a while, looking at the furious heavy rain falling tirelessly outside the window, Hibiscus turned around and stared at Ling Chen beside the bed.
Well, Ling Chen was a little uncomfortable being stared at by Uncle Mujin with such direct eyes. In addition to being a little inappropriate, he was also a little embarrassed. After all, he occupied someone else's bed.
"How did you get your injury? It's so strange," Hibiscus said quietly.
"You mean my hand tendon is injured. Uncle Gao said that I can get better as long as I take a year of training." Ling Feng answered Mu Jin's question.
Hibiscus's pretty face wrinkled and she said in a doubtful tone;
"I can't even cure the injury you suffered. How can Uncle Gao, whom you say, really be able to cure you in a year?"
"How is that possible? Didn't Uncle Gao say that the injury I suffered was very minor and that it would be fine after a year of training? Uncle Gao would not lie to me." Ling Chen became panicked. Could it be that his injury was serious?
Mu Jin looked at Ling Chen's panic face and comforted;
"Don't worry, there may be other experts who can heal the injuries on your limbs, but my spiritual energy penetrated into your damaged tendons and was bounced away by a strange force."
"What? Uncle Master, you can't do anything about it, then Uncle Gao must have lied to me." Ling Chen became decadent and sat blankly on the edge of the bed, falling into a huge confusion.
"Hey, don't be sad. Your injury is just a strange one. Just because I can't heal it doesn't mean there's no one else in the sect who can heal you." Mu Jin sat gently on the bamboo chair in front of Ling Chen and comforted her.
"Uncle, I just want to ask, if I don't take care of my injury, it will never heal." Ling Chen looked out the window in confusion, the corners of his mouth slowly moving.
"That's basically it, but don't be sad. If you really don't want to stay in the courtyard, you can..." Before she could finish her words, Hibiscus saw Ling Chen, who had put on his cloth shoes, hesitantly climbing down the bamboo.
Bed, pushed open the fragile door, broke out, and rushed into the pouring rain...
"Ling Chen" Hibiscus picked up an umbrella hanging on the wall of the hut and ran out of the hut.
The dark sky was raining violently and angrily. Raindrops the size of soybeans hit the staggering Ling Chen, causing bursts of stinging pain.
Looking at the dark sky angrily, Ling Chen shouted angrily;
"Why, why do you want me to lose my memory?"
"Why is this, why..."
Ling Chen, who was lying on the ground muttering to himself, lowered his head in despair and leaned on the grass in a miserable state. His whole body was soaked, and he looked up to the sky again and roared unwillingly;
"Why do you want me to become this half-crippled person? What is the use of this half-crippled body?"
He hammered the wet grass in front of him hard with both hands, leaving long streaks of rain on Ling Chen's cheeks as he roared in pain and vented his anger.
Suddenly, a small umbrella appeared above Ling Chen's head, and Mu Jin silently stared at the angry man beneath her.
He has lost his memory and suffered severe injuries to his limbs. Perhaps this is a man who has been punished by God. Alas!
The roar gradually subsided, and the man squatting on the rain-covered grass turned over and fell to the ground. He seemed to have passed out.
At this moment, the dark night sky showed no mercy to the unconscious man in front of him. The rainwater gathering on the ground gradually spread to Ling Chen's pale face.
At this time, Hibiscus moved. She waved her green sleeves towards the pouring rain sky, and a green curtain blocked the erosion of the rain. Then Hibiscus helped Ling Chen, who was soaked all over, with both hands and walked slowly towards the wooden house...
In the early morning, the heavy rain has not stopped, and there seems to be a sudden sign of heavy rain, and the sky is filled with gloomy haze. Thunder is constantly thundering in the sky, and the roar of thunder is constantly coming from the gray clouds, as if it indicates that a polar storm is coming.
"Wow!" The unprecedented heavy rain swept across the entire Luorimen.
Ling Chen was awakened by a thunderous thunder and suddenly woke up from a nightmare. In the dream, he dreamed that he was being bullied by bullies, and he fell unwillingly in a pool of blood without the power to fight back.
"Cough cough" | Covering his mouth with both hands, Ling Chen coughed violently twice. The heavy rain last night made his weak body worse.
Hibiscus shook a small fan, frowning slightly as she looked at the small stove under her body, which contained some herbs that could dispel colds and relieve coughs.
However, due to weather conditions, the fire under the small stove could not light up for a long time.
Feeling the movement behind her, Mu Jin turned around and looked at the weak Ling Chen who was putting on his shoes. It was raining heavily outside the house. Could he be planning to go down the mountain now?
"Do you want to go down the mountain?" Hibiscus came over and asked in a low voice.
"Yes." Ling Chen nodded, put on the other cloth shoe, stood up and looked into the eyes of Hibiscus who was lowering his body.
Ling Chen saw care in the eyes of this kind-hearted uncle, but he still decided to leave here and return to the handyman's yard.
"Wait until the rain stops before leaving," Hibiscus advised softly.
"Uncle Master, I know you are doing it for my own good, but there is no one in our courtyard who can make a living. Uncle Master's kindness is appreciated by Ling Chen, but I have to go."
He stood up and opened the small door. A torrent of raindrops was swept into the hut by the evil hurricane, and many light objects in the hut were blown away. The small stove was blown violently by the hurricane, and the bottom of the stove was blown away.
The fire actually rekindled, and raging flames gradually surged up from under the stove.
The hibiscus jade hand gently waved away the violent hurricane, reached out and took off the small umbrella on the wall, and handed it to Ling Chen;
“Be careful on the road”
Yes. Ling Chen nodded and ran out of the hut, staggering towards the path down the mountain. The gloomy sky was like a nightmare at night, spraying monstrous water with its claws and teeth, vowing to submerge this towering sunken gate.
He staggered into the path in the shade of the trees. The strong pressure from the sky gradually diminished. Ling Chen endured the slight pain in his knees and ran down the mountain. Every time he moved, he would feel the pain in his knees.
There was a burst of pain, and as Ling Chen's movements became larger and larger, the pain from his knees became more and more painful, like millions of ants biting him. The pain that penetrated into the bone marrow strongly stimulated Ling Chen's brain.
"Dang!" Ling Chen, who was suddenly running quickly, fell down on the flower-scented path with a loud sound. His knees were as heavy as lead. Ling Chen struggled hard and couldn't stand up for a long time.
The pouring rain fell through the gaps between the scattered flower branches above the head, hitting the embarrassed handyman mercilessly.
But even so, he still struggled to stand up, tried to move his steps again, and walked slowly forward. With his gradually numb nerves, he endured the excruciating pain in his knees, and Ling Chen ran down the mountain...
The wet clothes clung to the skin, and Ling Chen's long, wet hair fell down his forehead, part of it hanging behind his head and part of it sticking to his cheeks.
Through the violent heavy rain, I finally saw the huge square of thousands of people outside the outer gate. Ling Chen's moving figure stumbled and almost rolled down the hill. He carefully stepped on the steps with rushing water. Ling Chen lay on the steps with his hands, keeping
Body balance.
The rushing water had no time to disperse, and gradually gathered into a crowded stream, flowing and rolling towards the bottom of the stairs.
At this moment, there was not a single outer disciple in the outer sect square. They were all shrouded in the mist formed by water vapor. Of course, except for the black giant sword that towered above the sky, Ling Chen was half lying on the ground and cautiously walked down the stairs. Suddenly Ling Chen
I saw two figures wearing bamboo hats running out of the outer path.
However, the sky with rolling dark clouds did not allow him to think too much, and the even more violent heavy rain fell violently. Ling Chen supported the steps with both hands, and tentatively stepped on the steps below with his feet, moving down the steps step by step,
Seeing that there are still dozens of steps to reach the square full of water, so that I don't have to worry about slipping all the time.
But at this moment, a pair of wet brocade shoes appeared in front of Ling Chen. On the stairs that formed a mist of water, Ling Chen walked down the stairs as if he was half lying down. When he saw the pair of cloth shoes, Ling Chen lifted him up and was covered by the rain.
On his pale face from the shower, he could vaguely see two figures wrapped in bamboo hats through the mist. The figure in the front was fatter, while the one on the left was thinner.
When he saw clearly the two faces curled up under the bamboo hat, Ling Feng's pale face looked even paler. He struggled to turn over and wanted to run to one side, but inadvertently his foot slipped and he squatted down.
On the stairs.
"Boy, don't you want me to die? You are very capable, right?"
"But this poor handyman who has just been here a few days, why don't you keep running?"
"Poof" a mouthful of blood spurted out from the struggling Ling Chen's mouth, and flowed down the stairs along with the many rushing water...
Two feet were stepped on behind him, making Ling Chen's struggle seem so weak.
"Master, I said that this boy would definitely go down the mountain in the rain. He must have guessed that we would not intercept him on such a rainy day. If he really wanted this boy to run into the courtyard, as a young master, he would naturally not run in.
Go and beat this kid up in the handyman's yard." The thin man spoke out his cleverness and at the same time elevated the fat young master's identity. Hearing these words in the fat young master's ears, he felt particularly comfortable at the moment.
"Crack", he stepped down hard again, Ling Chen's body trembled, and he spat out a large mouthful of blood again. The fat young master looked at Ling Chen who was struggling under his feet with satisfaction;
"What's wrong, kid? Aren't you very good at yelling at me? Why don't you yell now?"
"Hey, why don't you say anything?" The thin man followed up and kicked Ling Chen hard on the back, causing the sound of cracking bones.
"Click"
"boom"
"Oh, I'm really speechless." The fat young master kicked Ling Chen hard on the back several times in succession. Seeing that the movement of the struggle underground was getting smaller and smaller, he couldn't help but want to kick Ling Chen a few more times. But he was kicked by the man next to him.
The slender man stopped;
"Master, I'm afraid this kid won't be able to survive the torture we put him through today. Let's leave quickly, lest someone come later and see something bad."
Looking squinting at the long stream of blood flowing on the stairs under his feet, the fat young master kicked Ling Chen hard again, knocking Ling Chen's body down the stairs. The corpse with countless blood was slid by the rushing water.
After walking down the stairs and tightening the hats on their heads, the fat young master and the thin man quickly disappeared into the mist.