In the Forget Valley, the strong horse that left Ye Wei ran back.

Wei Xiazhi heard the sound of horse hooves and smiled.

The boy was covered in wounds and was about to die of oil lamps climbed onto the horse with difficulty.

If the horse hadn't bent down on his own initiative, Wei Xiazhi would probably have lost the strength to get on the horse.

"Go, bring the piano box, and finally go southwest... all the way to Dongchu Jianzhuang."

Before the boy finished speaking, he hugged Ye Wei in a coma and fell asleep.

Ye Wei is a monk, and her realm is still so low, and her physique is not much different from that of ordinary people. How can she withstand such injuries, I am afraid she will not wake up in a few days.

Before Wei Xiazhi spoke, Ma'er had already gone to find the Qinsha.

Holding an iron box in his mouth and carrying two people on his back, the horse was a little difficult to walk.

At noon the next day, at the foot of Dongchu Jianzhuang Mountain.

Dongchu Jianzhuang is a famous local immortal sect force, and its owner is a disciple of the Huoyun Sect.

Dongchu Jianzhuang is the only one who can reach the top of the mountain.

The Fire Cloud Sect is adjacent to the Purple Qi Sect. Although the overall strength is far inferior to the Purple Qi Sect, the Fire Cloud Sect is not weak and can rank among the top ten in the Immortal Sects of the Nanling Immortal Dynasty.

Dongchu Jianzhuang is located on a mountain, and most of the immortal masters’ temples are like this.

At the foot of the mountain, there were several people with great differences in clothing.

The age gap is also large, at least it seems that it is like this on the outside, both elderly and middle-aged men and women.

The blood on Wei Xiazhi's body had dried up, and large pieces of dry blood shattered on his skin, like a ravine land.

The boy couldn't see his face clearly, and he could vaguely see that he was a blind man, but his muscles would be secretly surprised when he saw it.

There was also a strong horse gasping next to him...

The boy who had been standing for a long time finally moved. He hugged the woman in a blue dress and stepped forward step by step.

"Look for... Gu, next... Wei Xiazhi."

"Come to... Jianzhuang..."

Bang!

The boy holding the woman fell down, but no one dared to come forward to support him.

The boy looked too miserable at this time, and he seemed to have just returned after walking around hell. What kind of battle could it lead to such injuries?

After Wei Xiazhi fell, two sword wounds on the bones could be seen behind her and started bleeding again.

He refined half of his blood and did play a big role last night, otherwise he would not have woken up in the middle of the night.

When he woke up, he was already covered in injuries and had to take care of Ye Wei, who had a high fever.

Stop and stop, the injury is worse.

The refined blood may have flowed almost the same, and the wound will be difficult to heal.

Wei Xiazhi struggled to get up, but opened her mouth but could only make a hoarse voice.

There was still no one coming forward. They were just outside guests of Jianzhuang. Someone had already returned to report, but there was no response and he did not dare to make a decision.

call out--

A man in purple clothes flew from the distance from the sky, muttering: "Madam, really, let me find an actor who can play the piano. I, my master, almost knelt outside."

“Eh?”

"What's going on?"

The man accelerated the wind and turned a big bend from there with a shout, landing on the ground here.

"Sir, I don't know if this person looks like... I have reported it to my wife..."

"but…"

The old monk wanted to speak but stopped, as if he was saying that his wife didn't want to pay attention, but we couldn't let him die here.

The man had already recognized the boy who was cutting trees in Forget Valley and murdered people, and had an idea.

"The weapon is a piano? Then I can play it a few times, right? Why didn't I expect it... it's hard to say."

"Hey, can you play the piano?"

There are many monks who kill people with musical instruments, and it is two different things to say whether they are good or not.

Wei Xiazhi, who had just fallen asleep, was slapped with a big mouth. He could no longer feel too much pain and woke up in a daze.

"Cultivate..." He continued the previous sentence.

The man glared and said, "Hey, ask if you can play the piano?!"

"Will..." Wei Xiazhi was completely relieved to fall into a coma.

"That's good!"

The man carried one in one hand and flew towards the top of the mountain.

The horse looked at the iron lump piano box in front of him, "..."

On the top of the mountain, hundreds of buildings gathered in groups of three or three, and in the middle is a pavilion that is more than ten feet tall, with a total of seven floors.

The pavilions are decorated with delicate decorations, dark red flowing jade tiles, carved and inlaid with jade on doors and windows, and embroidered with curved eaves, which is slightly classical.

The man in purple clothes landed in front of the pavilion and clasped his fists and said, "Madam, these two people should have come to Jianzhuang to practice."

There has been no response for a long time.

The man scratched his head and said again, "Madam, I played the piano very well... That night... that day, everyone in the audience heard it to death... They were fascinated, and they were not kidding."

call!

The window on the seventh floor suddenly opened, and then a lady in the palace dress came out barefoot and slowly floated down.

The man seemed not afraid to look at it anymore and kept his head down.

"Oh? Why is it so dirty?"

The woman in the palace dress looked at Wei Xiazhi's slender fingers at the first glance.

"Take him to wash." The woman's voice was cold.

"I'm going to die when I'm washing..." The man forced a smile.

The woman in the palace dress did not take a look at her again and slowly floated upstairs, "Then let's go tomorrow."

"If you can't survive, throw it away and don't mess with Jianzhuang."

The man in purple clothes heard the woman's voice getting farther and farther away, and quickly took Wei Xiazhi and Ye Wei to settle down.

February 25th, early morning.

A man in purple trotted over and finally stopped in front of a three-story low building and slapped the door hard.

"Miss Ye, aren't Brother Wei awake yet?"

Ye Wei came out, looked at the man, and apologized: "Deacon Xu...he has not woken up yet."

The man covered his face with his hands.

He is a deacon in Dongchu Jianzhuang, named Xu Zhien.

If you can't find a powerful musician, you will be scolded at the least, and you will be beaten at the worst.

The woman in the palace dress had a surname of Chu, and she didn't know her name. She was the only master of Jianzhuang now.

Although she is sometimes cold and sometimes gentle, she is ruthless.

Xu Zhien's scalp became numb after thinking about it.

Ye Wei took a step and said, "Why don't Deacon Xu come in and take a look?"

Xu Zhien quickly waved his hand. He had already seen it in the morning and now he has to greet the several piano masters he invited.

Somehow, after Mrs. Chu knew that Wei Xiazhi was a piano player, she later asked to be able to play the piano.

It is more difficult to find a powerful instrument if it is limited to one kind of musical instrument.

Xu Zhien became more and more impatient as he thought about it. The few groups of people recruited by the mortal world were not as good as his appetite. Where could he invite those fairies who could play with zither and flute on the mountain?

Ye Wei shook her head and turned back to the room.

She woke up after lying for two days. She knew that she had come to Dongchu Jianzhuang and planned to go to see Mrs. Chu first, but was rejected.

So now I move down to take care of Wei Xiazhi, hoping that he will wake up soon.

The woman in a blue skirt looked at the boy lying flat on the bed.

The wound on Wei Xiazhi's body has healed. Although he cannot move vigorously, he should wake up.

What she didn't know was that when she escaped from the siege and killed, Wei Xiazhi, who was seriously injured, took care of her all the way and was even worse.

At this level, it is a blessing for the boy to survive.

Ye Wei sighed and walked out of the room. She heard that several piranhas came over there, and she also wanted to go and see.

After the woman in the blue skirt left, an illusory villain jumped out and stood on the boy's chest.

Xia Liufeng touched his chin, looked for a while, touched here and there, and finally sat on the edge of the bed as if he had accepted his fate.

His soul body will only gradually disappear and will not be replenished by the spiritual jade...

Even the chance of reincarnation is gone.

"Wei Xiazhi and Wei Xiazhi, why are you so poor?"

"I followed a miserable emperor..."

If he could find a little spiritual jade on Wei Xiazhi and restore his soul power, he wouldn't mind taking away the dragon energy himself.

"never mind……"
Chapter completed!