In a thatched cottage near Xinghua Village, Yuan Wuxiang woke up slowly.
I'm not dead? Where am I?
There was a trace of confusion in Yuan Wuxiang's eyes. He vaguely remembered that he was severely injured by Taiyao Emperor Brocade, and his bones were all broken, and then he lost consciousness.
Looking around, the unfamiliar display was clearly an unfamiliar room.
Is it in Hongmian territory? Why not a dungeon? Could it be that she wants to...
Startled, Yuan Wuxiang stood up suddenly.
Huh?
Touching his chest and looking at his arms, Yuan Wuxiang found that he was not injured at all. The scene of his foundation being destroyed and his bones shattered was like a dream last night.
"How is that possible?"
Yuan Wuxiang's face was full of disbelief, but he could still clearly distinguish between dreams and reality.
Something must have happened after he fell into a coma, but what kind of method could make him recover from such a state in such a short period of time?
"Have I been unconscious for a long time?"
Thinking blindly was useless, Yuan Wuxiang stood up, picked up the silver leopard mask beside the bed, and carefully opened the door of the thatched cottage.
The green grass is lush to the eyes, and the chirping of summer insects and cicadas is to the ears.
Under a poplar tree in the distance, a vague figure is sitting at a wooden table, looking at its movements as if it is tasting something.
Looking closer, it turned out to be a handsome young man sipping the contents of the cup while shaking a folding fan.
"Did you save me?" Yuan Wuxiang asked.
"That's right."
The other party's hand holding the tea paused slightly.
Hearing this, Yuan Wuxiang quickly clasped his fists and said, "Thank you..."
"Slow, stop."
As soon as the words left his mouth, he was interrupted, and the man sitting upright put down his cup and looked over.
His gaze is as deep as the abyss or the sea.
Yuan Wuxiang felt a chill in his heart.
I saw the other party saying seriously: "Before you say thank you, there is something I think you have the right to know."
"My benefactor, please speak."
Seeing that the other party was so serious, he thought it was something important, so he pricked up his ears and prepared to listen.
"actually......"
"I'm with that woman."
Um,
Um?
After reacting, Yuan Wuxiang retreated suddenly, and in the blink of an eye, he had retreated dozens of meters away.
Ji Kunpeng took a sip of tea, and when he turned around he could no longer see Yuan Wuxiang's figure. When he was puzzled, Yuan Wuxiang's voice came from a hundred meters away.
"Who are you? What is the purpose of capturing me here?"
Looking up and seeing Yuan Wuxiang's reaction like a frightened rabbit, Ji Kunpeng was speechless and thought to himself at the same time:
Sure enough, most of the righteous people are upright. If it had been a certain old man in the situation just now, I am afraid that he would have been stabbed with a sword the moment he turned back to drink tea.
Alas~
"Why are you so guarded? I really want to kill you. Now you see Ge Xianchuan instead of Ji." Ji Kunpeng sighed.
Seeing that Yuan Wuxiang didn't speak but still looked wary, Ji Kunpeng had no choice but to explain to Taiyao Huangjin: "Although she beat you to vent her anger, she also poured the original spiritual energy into you afterwards to help you rebuild your martial bones.
, your current cultivation level should be comparable to that of Kuaishoutian who has refined part of the power of the ancient sun, so if you and Kuaishoutian open a sword formation again, there will be no imbalance of yin and yang."
Listening to Ji Kunpeng's story, Yuan Wuxiang thought about it and found that his movements just now were indeed much faster than before, and the movement of Qi in his body seemed to be much smoother.
Ji Kunpeng glanced at Yuan Wuxiang, who had lowered his guard a little, and said with a half-smile, "How about it? Can you come over and have a cup of tea?"
After Yuan Wuxiang sat down, Ji Kunpeng took the initiative to pour him a cup of tea.
"In addition, this spiritual energy in your body will also increase the speed of your advancement. You will feel it in the future."
"Many...thank you." Yuan Wuxiang thanked him, but there was still a hint of hesitation in his tone.
"I haven't asked my benefactor's name yet."
"A drop in the ocean. Send a message to Kunpeng."
I saw Ji Kunpeng swinging his folding fan, and there seemed to be starry sea powder rippling in the fan, which made people dizzy.
Yuan Wuxiang stood up and said solemnly: "Thank you very much for your life-saving grace. If there is any need in the future, Yuan Wuxiang is willing to repay you with my life."
Ahem...
The memory of his past life was causing trouble, causing Kunpeng to subconsciously think wrongly. He quickly covered his face with a fan, and then said: "It's a small matter, sit down, sit down."
"My benefactor previously said that he met Tai Yao Huang Jin, but do you know why she suddenly turned into a person with a red crown?"
Yuan Wuxiang sat down and asked the questions in his mind. He had obviously helped Zhengdao save the common people before, but in the blink of an eye he became the leader of the villain, which puzzled him.
"Well..."
Ji Kunpeng pretended to be deep and said: "I don't know what she wants to do, but please listen to my advice and don't mess with this woman again."
"As long as she doesn't do anything that endangers the common people's martial arts, Yuan Wuxiang will not take the initiative to conflict with her." Yuan Wuxiang said sternly.
Well......
Ji Kunpeng choked, and the atmosphere was a bit awkward.
"Oh~ come back."
Ji Kunpeng broke through the embarrassment and looked aside, only to see a woman in red clothes approaching.
"Sir, the news has been conveyed."
When the woman came over, she saw that the teacup on the table was empty. She took the initiative to fill the teapot and stood behind Ji Kunpeng.
"Who is this?"
"Let me introduce you, Miss Luzhu." Ji Kunpeng pointed at the woman in red clothes with a folding fan, and then said to Luzhu: "This is the famous Yinqiao head of the famous Taoist True Double Show. Yuan Wuxiang."
"Don't dare to take it, don't dare to take it."
Yuan Wuxiang waved his hands quickly, while a trace of sourness and shame emerged in his heart.
The famous head of Yinqiao was beaten to death yesterday.
Luzhu didn't know what Yuan Wuxiang was thinking, so she bowed and said, "Lu Shu has met the young master."
"The girl is right."
Yuan Wuxiang stood up and returned the gift, then clasped his fists at Ji Kunpeng and said, "I've been bothering you for a long time. I still have companions waiting for my return, so I won't bother you any more. If my benefactor has any missions in the future, he can send someone to the Glazed Fairyland to find me, please.
"
"Wait a moment."
"What else does my benefactor have to do?" Yuan Wuxiang asked in confusion.
He sent Kunpeng a message: "I really need your help with something."
"Please say."
"Ji is not familiar with martial arts. Taking Miss Lu Shu around the world, she is afraid of encountering thieves, so I would like to ask you to protect her for a while. What do you think?" Ji Kunpeng asked with a smile.
Hearing this, Yuan Wuxiang's heart sank slightly. He didn't quite believe what he said. The person in front of him didn't look like an ordinary person in terms of temperament or conversation. Even the maid next to him didn't look like an ordinary woman.
Seeing that Yuan Wuxiang didn't speak, Ji Kunpeng continued: "Just consider it as repaying the kindness, and I will leave with you after I find a suitable guard."
"My benefactor entrusted me with the task, and I shouldn't refuse. Unfortunately, Yuan Wuxiang has a responsibility that cannot be escaped. How about this? I have a good relationship with Lunjianhai. I will ask a master of Lunjianhai to protect me on my behalf. What do you think of my benefactor?"
?" Yuan Wuxiang asked.
Ji Kunpeng shook his head: "I only believe in you, I can't trust others."
"That's...okay."
In the end, Yuan Wuxiang reluctantly agreed to Ji Kunpeng's request and temporarily stayed by his side as a bodyguard.
...
"Half god, half sage, half immortal, all Confucianism and all Taoism, all wise; possessing thousands of volumes of true books in his mind, mastering half the world of civil and military affairs."
Outside Hongmianbian City, an elegant man stepped on the lotus flower and descended gracefully.
"The bad one is Qingxiang White Lotus. It is still genuine. Please take the time to talk to the owner of this place."
As the words fell, the red crown door slowly opened.