Jiang Xuefeng

The old man regarded Sikong Tong as the air, put it as if he hadn't heard it, and stared at the child who had been snatched from the hands of the "regional magician".

The leader of Sikong Cult is known as the "regional magician". He is a famous concealed weapon master. The concealed weapons he sends are hit by every shot, and his strength is naturally hard.

Suddenly, a white light flashed. It turned out that Sikong Cult Leader threw a plum blossom needle at the old man with his head around his head. The plum blossom needle suddenly shot out, and a large number of plum blossom needles were as thin as cow hair. After he made great efforts, even the top experts in the Jianghu could hardly dodge. As soon as the devil's plum blossom needle was released, there was a four-foot-long Qingfeng sword on his left hand.

The plum blossom needles in the sky are so fast that they are about to stab the old man at the moment. How could you expect the old man not to dodge, but to raise his right hand and flick it at will. Between his fingers, hundreds of small plum blossom needles, as if a bee saw a fireball, turned and shot back, only to hear the sound of "ouch" and "clatter". The four people next to the Sikong Cult Leader had been hit, and each of them had several plum blossom needles. With the groans of those people, the four people's Qingfeng Sword had already dropped.

If Sikong Tong didn't find out in time, he took the chance and waved his Qingfeng sword repeatedly. It was so windy and rainy that the plum blossom needle was mostly cut off by his sword.

Just because the strength of the needle was too strong, there were still two punctures into his shoulder blade. He felt a sudden chill and felt numb and itchy at the middle of the needle. He naturally knew that the steel needles were all poisoned, and it was even more difficult to heal after a long time. So he hurriedly drew back his sword and shouted loudly.

"Sang Xing, don't talk nonsense." The four people were even more gritty, and ran down the mountain in a panic. They ran fast, and then disappeared.

The old man also disdained to catch up with him. He bent down to look at the child's injury. The child's limbs were broken and bleeding. However, the child's eyes were still closed, the blood and tears ran through his teeth, and his whole body was trembling. The old man's cultivation was superb, and his concentration was extraordinary. Seeing the boy's sad scene, his heart was sore, and he almost burst into tears.

It seems that the child's patience is extraordinary. Now he is better than an adult when he is so badly injured. If he is an adult, how can he handle this self-control.

The old man quickly clicked the child's limb acupoints, and immediately the blood stopped. The old man nodded his sleeping acupoint again to let him fall asleep and relieve his pain. Then, gently connect the broken bones of his limbs carefully, take out a small white porcelain bottle from his arms, unscrew the cork, and immediately smell. The old man picked out some purple ointment with his little thumb and applied it to the wound.

"Alas..." A sigh was so faint that ordinary people could not hear it when the wind was blowing. But the old man has extraordinary ears and eyes, so he can hear clearly. In fact, as soon as the old man showed up, he already knew that there was a man on the edge of the cliff ahead. Just now, the child was in danger, and the old man was eager to help. He had no time to worry about it, and he didn't say much. At present, the child has no worries about his life, and his "Yingdu Shensan" is applied to the broken bone. The child's delicate skin and tender flesh will not heal in three or five days.

The old man was like floating catkins, and unconsciously stood in front of the man who was moaning softly from a hundred feet away. This man was Luo Chunqiu. His whole body was trembling, and he was obviously hurt badly. The old man put his hands close to his chest and abdomen, and used his own qi to continuously input into his body to help him regulate his breath. Luo Chunqiu was helped by the old man's true Qi. The blood flow in his body gradually improved, and he slowly woke up.

He suddenly felt comfortable, opened his eyes and looked at the old man, and gently opened his lips to say thanks.

"Thank you for your help. How is Qiu Er?"

The enemy in his heart is obviously the enemy of heaven.

The old man was kind and nodded.

"Don't worry, you need to regulate your internal qi." Luo Chunqiu smiled bitterly.

"This... can't be done, old master, I'm seriously injured, and there is not much time left. Let me make it clear to you..."

"Luo Chunqiu, the disciple of Huashan Sect in Lower Bihua Mountain, is the only son of my younger brother Luo Siyuan.

A few years ago, my younger martial brother went up to the mountain to collect herbs and got an iron box in a cave containing the upper part of a 'Thunderbolt Palm'. My younger martial brother was very surprised and took it home to study it carefully.

The script of the palm is profound. After studying it for a long time, my younger martial brother learned that when he first practiced the 'Haotian Palm' written in the palm, his internal breathing was reversed, his blood was blocked, and he fainted several times. According to the palm, the 'Haotian Palm' only practiced three or five moves, and then he felt that the moves were too hard, which would make him nervous, and his whole body was extremely tired. It was like having a serious illness. After practicing for several times, my younger martial brother did not dare to practice any more.

Strange to say, one day, a monk came to the family, who was the red-faced man among the five people who had just come.

He claimed to be an eminent monk of Shaolin Temple. Because a secret script of the Mysterious Thunderbolt Palm was stolen from Shaolin Temple, he was ordered by the abbot to go out of the temple for a visit. During his talk, the younger martial brother accidentally disclosed the matter of the Mysterious Thunderbolt.

The monk was very surprised and wanted to find out. I saw that the monk looked greedy and had a reason for it. He even said that the secret script of Thunderbolt Palm had been stolen a month ago.

Although the monk didn't ask again, he just sneered a few times and went away.

"My younger martial brother and I saw that things were not going well, so we had to transfer the secret script of Thunderbolt overnight.

A few days later, one night, a group of people suddenly came into the manor and killed more than 30 people, old and young, all without exception.

Fortunately, I took Qiu Er to burn incense in the Jizu Mountain Temple 70 miles away. The elders in the temple and I are old friends. We left our uncle and nephew for the night, and then we were saved from the disaster. Who knows that they want to cut down the grass and eradicate the root, but they are chasing and killing here... "Luo Chunqiu was dying and pale before he finished his words.

For a moment, he sighed softly, "I have been injured by his' black ice palm ', and my internal organs have been seriously injured, and my life is not long..."

He suddenly opened his eyes and stared at the old man. It turned out that he had been in a coma since he was injured. At the moment, with the help of the old man's internal power, he was conscious for a while, his eyesight recovered, and he could see the old man's face clearly. He looked at the old man steadily, his eyes suddenly bright, his face relaxed.

"Are you Xia Jiang?"

"I don't deserve it. I am Jiang Xuefeng."

"I've heard of the master's name for a long time, but I just didn't get to know him. Today, I'm lucky to be helped by the master. It's God's will, also... It's Qiu Er's nature. Please accept the younger generation's worship." He said and moved his body. Jiang Xuefeng quickly pressed him gently.

"You are so hurt that you don't have to be polite. If you have anything to say, just tell me."

"Please accept Qiu Er, master! This son is only six years old and is called a prodigy. He is gifted and intelligent. He will learn the 'Xuantian Thunderbolt Nine Palms' in the future. For the benefit of Wulin, I... my brother will die in peace... The Xuantian Thunderbolt Palm is in... the waterfall cave under the mountain... in the hole!" Luo Chunqiu said and died.

Jiang Xuefeng put down Luo Chunqiu's gradually cold body, stood up and looked at Luo Tianqiu's lying place. Luo Tianqiu is sleeping, and his face is not as pale as before.

The old man picked up the sword on the ground and waved it with his fingers, then dug a big hole and buried Luo Chunqiu. Then he broke a big stone with his palm, picked a stone bar the size of a drawer, used the "Nine Yang Divine Finger" to reach the index finger, and drew on the stone bar. He only heard the sound of "sand", and the stone powder was in the air. At that moment, the nine big words stood out, "The Tomb of the Spring and Autumn of Huashan Palo", vigorous and powerful, and three points into the stone.

Jiang Xuefeng stood in front of the grave and prayed for a moment.

Listen attentively, think for a moment, and then flash back.

Two miles away, I saw that there was a spring in the back of the mountain, which gushed out of the cave, winding to the edge of the cliff to form a waterfall, pouring down into the deep pool of tens of feet.

The water splashes and glitters. When you look carefully, it is spectacular. Jiangxuefeng flew down on the big rock a foot below the waterfall. There was grass falling down, like fireworks. When you looked carefully, there was a crack down, and it became wider and wider from the crack down. Jiangxuefeng enters along the gap, and there is a small hole at the end.

There is only room for one person, and you have to bow to get in. When Jiang Xuefeng entered the cave, he saw that it was dark. He hit the flint and saw that the depth of the hole was no more than several meters, and there was a square stone at the end, which was pushed horizontally by hand. The square stone moved to one side, revealing a small hole with an iron square box inside. The old man put the box in his arms and went back the same way.

(Because Jiang Xuefeng is a member of the Dali people's family, he is very loyal and has a great reputation in the Jianghu. All Luo Chunqiu naturally trusted to give him the secret script of Luo Tianqiu and Xuantian Thunderbolt.)