Chapter 988: Old Song (Part 2)

"Senior sisters, you can take care of your wounds, and I'll go after Zheng Yanwu!" Chu Li said.

"Don't go!" Li Ruolan frowned and said, "Even if he is injured, you are no match!"

Chu Li said with a smile: "My saber strength is similar to that of the White Tiger Soul Devouring Art, his injuries will only get worse and worse, it won't be so easy to heal!"

"His inner strength is more profound, and can break the strength of your saber!" Li Ruolan said.

The White Tiger Soul Devouring Art can be broken by more pure internal force, so can Zhao Dahe's saber strength.

Chu Li said: "It's not that easy!... It's a disaster for him to keep him. It's a fluke to hurt him this time. Next time, will the two senior sisters stay here forever?"

Li Ruolan's crooked eyebrows frowned: "It's impossible for us to stay, the church is short of manpower, we need to be on call at any time."

Lu Zhen laughed lightly: "We are all working hard, and we can't compare to you, Junior Brother Zhao!"

Chu Li hummed: "I'd rather work hard, but the saint doesn't agree!"

"Okay!" Li Ruolan interrupted his complaint, but the saint heard it, and he had no good fruit to eat.

"Not much to say, I want to leave quickly!" Chu Li waved his hand, ignored Li Ruolan's greeting, and strode away.

He got out of the gale rudder and headed straight to the northeast.

Zheng Yanwu felt the internal force gushing out from the wound, faster than the blood loss.

He was shocked but still calm, knowing that he was at the critical point of life and death, he had to find a place to retreat to heal his injuries as soon as possible, and then come out to settle accounts with Zhao Dahe.

As he performed lightness kung fu, the rate of internal force loss increased. As soon as he left Dafeng City, half of his internal force had already been lost. At this rate, he would lose his internal force not far from the city. .

He changed his mind and thought that the most dangerous place might be the safest place. In terms of the deep foundation in Dafeng City, the Guangming Sect is far inferior to the White Tiger Sect. He immediately returned to Dafeng City, entered an alley, and entered a house. An ordinary house.

There is an old man living in this family. He has white hair and eyebrows, and he is a widower.

The old man was lying in the old rocking chair in the courtyard, bathed in the setting sun, swaying leisurely, humming a tune, leisurely and enjoying himself.

"Old Song!" Zheng Yanwu said in a deep voice after falling into his yard.

The old man hurriedly got up, and when he saw Zheng Yanwu appearing, he was taken aback, clasped his fists and said in surprise, "My lord!"

Zheng Yanwu covered the incision with one hand, and waved the other hand: "I'm injured, I need to heal immediately, don't let anyone find out!"

"Don't worry, my lord, this place is very secret!" Lao Song nodded hurriedly, and asked with concern, "How serious is the injury?"

"I can't die for now!" Zheng Yanwu snorted.

Old Song said: "What do you want to prepare?"

"Find a secret place, I want to retreat and heal my wounds!" Zheng Yanwu said.

"Young Master, come with me!" Lao Song took him to a small pavilion in the backyard, and turned a mechanism in the pavilion. With a "bang", the steps of the pavilion shrank back, revealing a dark hole.

Zheng Yanwu followed Lao Song into the underground secret room. Below it was an empty stone room, where food and water were stored, so there was no need to go down every day to deliver them.

The air in the stone room is unobstructed and fresh, and the vent is located in a flowerbed, so there is a faint fragrance in the air.

"Master, feel free to heal your wounds here, do you want me to send a letter?" Old Song said.

Zheng Yanwu shook his head: "Don't do anything, so as not to arouse suspicion, I'll get back to this place when I recover!"

"Yes." Lao Song nodded.

Zheng Yanwu covered his wound and looked at him: "After so many years, you are much older!"

Old Song laughed and said, "The younger you live, the younger you are!"

"You look young, but your heart is old. This time, I am old and bereaved. I want to avenge my son. I didn't expect the enemy to be so hard!" Zheng Yanwu shook his head and sighed: "You go!"

"Yes." Lao Song cupped his fists, went up to the secret room, and entered the small pavilion.

With a "bang", the steps stretched out again, covering the entrance of the cave, and returning to their original shape, outsiders could not find the location of this secret room.

Lao Song continued to sit on the reclining chair in the front yard, bathing in the setting sun, and the past resurfaced.

At the beginning, I went to the martial arts world with my son, but when swords, lights and swords rained over me, my martial arts were abolished, and I finally settled down in Dafeng City and became a rich man. I have lived in peace for so many years.

In a flash, I haven't seen him for fifty years, the son is still the same as before, but I am so old.

He has always been content, and feels that it is not bad to be alive. After experiencing blood and rain, being alive is a kind of luck.

But when he saw Young Master again, he was suddenly a little unwilling.

Is it possible that my whole life has been so plain and obscure, gradually turning into a piece of loess, a waste of time in the world?

His ambition that was extinguished by a safe life, and the fighting spirit that was extinguished by the loss of martial arts, began to recover at this moment, and he began to operate the mental method that he had not practiced for a long time, and the meridians that had dried up had no breath.

He sighed dejectedly.

Feeling depressed, he opened the courtyard door and walked out. He walked slowly to the Jiuxing Building.

As soon as he entered the Jiuxing Building, he heard the battle of Gale Rudder.

"Good guy, this Zheng Yanwu really deserves to be a master of the hidden world. All the masters of Dafeng Ruo rushed forward. He only made one move, and everyone flew out. Then Zheng Yanwu injured two female disciples of the Holy Cult of Light. They are all beauties. , forcing Zhao Dahe to show up, otherwise he will kill these two beauties!"

"The disciples of Dafeng Duo rushed forward desperately, trying to save these two beauties. At this moment, with a flash of saber light, Zhao Dahe finally made a move, and the bright saber pierced Zheng Yanwu!"

"Is Zhao Dahe's Guangming Saber so powerful?"

"My brother-in-law is a disciple of Dafengduo. He is healing at home. I just went to visit with some snacks. I heard this from him. This is what I saw and experienced with my own eyes!"

"It will inevitably be exaggerated."

"It's no exaggeration, it's just a knife!...And Zheng Yanwu is really powerful, there are more than 30 top masters in Dafeng Duo, he can clean up with one move!"

Lao Song sat down at a table, listening to people's discussions, his expression remained motionless.

He quickly understood the cause and effect, and secretly sighed that the martial arts is really dangerous, the strong are even stronger, who would have thought that the young master is so powerful, and he would fall into the hands of such a young Zhao Dahe!

But this kind of martial arts is exciting to be in it.

It's a pity that my lifespan is approaching. If I can recover my cultivation, I can live another hundred years, or even two hundred years. The older I am when I am about to die, the more I am afraid of death, the less I want to die, and the more unwilling I am!

If I can recover my martial arts and live another hundred years, I am willing to exchange it at any price!

He drank a few glasses of fine wine, but there was no taste in his mouth. He went down the Jiuxing Tower slowly, and walked towards his own house full of thoughts.

Just entering the alley, there was an ugly young man in a green shirt standing in the middle of the narrow alley, staring at him fixedly.

Lao Song was vigilant, but continued to approach the young man with a nonchalant expression on his face.

The two kept approaching, and finally passed by each other. Lao Song secretly breathed a sigh of relief, kept his pace, and slowly left the young man.

"Do you want to recover your martial arts?" The ugly young man said, as if speaking to the air.

Lao Song paused and continued to move forward.

The ugly young man continued: "I have the Rejuvenation Pill of the Bright Sacred Sect!"

After saying that, he walked forward and wanted to leave.