At this time, the moon was quietly hidden and the sun was not rising. It was a dim moment. The river bank was full of strange rocks, rugged and majestic, like beasts hiding dormant. The river water was swam, more than ten feet below its feet, constantly slapped the cliff, stirring up countless bubbles, and flew past the soles of its feet like a galloping horse.

Shen Yuanjing jumped out, tapped his feet gently, stepped on the raised stones, step by step like a ladder climbing the sky, calmly and gracefully falling to the shore.

Duan Yu also came out of the cave, used his hands and feet together, and crawled up in a panic, collapsed on the ground, gasped for a while, and said, "It turns out that this exit is outside the Lancang River."

Shen Yuanjing waited for his breathing to be slightly symmetrical, and said, "Since we have come out, let's leave." Duan Yu was about to nod when he suddenly realized that he was going to rescue soldiers on his trip, and the martial arts in front of him was unfathomable, so why bother to look far away?

So he got up and asked, "Brother Chen, I'm not invisible. This time I came out, I was going to Wanjie Valley for help. But the distance water could not relieve my near thirst. If I delayed one more day, I still don't know what kind of suffering my sister Zhong Ling would suffer. You are very compassionate and go with me to save people, okay?"

He looked full of hope, Shen Yuanjing pondered for a while and said, "Well, I'm not in a hurry to recuperate my injuries and investigate the Beiming Divine Arts. It's better to let him save the clever little girl." Then he said, "You can tell me in detail."

Duan Yu told the story of how Zhong Ling met in Wuliangshan Jianhu Palace, how he meddled with the Shennong Gang by himself, how Zhong Ling was forced to release a lightning marten to bite many people, how Zhong Ling was detained and came to ask for help by himself.

After hearing this, Shen Yuanjing nodded and said, "It's not too late, let's go back." Duan Yu was overjoyed, immediately identified the direction, took a big step, and led Shen Yuanjing to Wuliang Mountain.

This place is very desolate and there are no people even after walking for several miles. Duan Yu has not slept all night and is sleepy and hungry at this moment. Fortunately, there are a few wild fruits on the road. Shen Yuanjing asked him to eat them to satisfy his hunger and cheer up again.

As we were walking forward, a man's voice suddenly came from the front, saying, "Junior Sister Ge, that boy named Duan fell into the valley and fell to death. He couldn't report the news. We are already out of danger. You are tired of walking, so take a rest and then hurry on your way." A woman's voice was hunched, followed by a rustling sound, accompanied by metal bumps, and they thought the two of them sat down.

Duan Yu was so familiar with his voice that he immediately thought that it was Gan Guanghao of the Wuliang Sword Sect and his junior sister Ge. He was panicked and turned around and wanted to hide Shen Yuanjing together.

He stretched out his hand and pulled it out in vain. He saw the other party go straight out. Gan Guanghao shouted: "Who are you?" Then he made two dull sounds.

Duan Yu closed his eyes and said to himself, "Do you die." He suddenly opened his eyes and rushed out. Just as he was about to speak, he saw his companions standing there. The two enemies all fell to the ground, not knowing life and death.

Then he realized that Shen Yuanjing's martial arts skills were the only one he saw in his life. This shock took a lot of his strength. His legs and feet were weak, and he sat on the ground with his butt, gasping for breath, and said, "Brother Chen, these two are disciples of the Wuliang Sword Sect. The man is Gan Guanghao of the Dongzong, and the woman is from the Xizong, with the surname Ge. They..."

"They are all dead." Shen Yuanjing interrupted expressionlessly, and Duan Yu opened his mouth and couldn't speak. He had received Buddhist precepts since he was a child and read more of the Four Books and Five Classics. What he learned was either the heart of a benevolent Confucian, or the compassionateness of Buddhism. Every time he saw a dead person, he would feel uneasy.

Shen Yuanjing reached out and pressed him, and a warm breath passed over, following his eight extraordinary meridians. Duan Yu suddenly felt warm and comfortable enough to almost scream.

"The people of the Duan family in Dali have no martial arts at all." Shen Yuanjing sneered and said, "I will do my best to help you solve this toxicity."

After saying that, he drove his internal strength and turned into the other person's body. Duan Yu felt a pain in his abdomen, and he couldn't help but open his mouth and spit out a mouthful of black blood. He fell to the ground and smoked, but he felt a sensation, as if the years of sanity had gone away.

He sighed and said sincerely: "Brother Chen is very kind, I dare not thank you. If you have free time, you can come to Duan of Dali and I will sweep my bed to greet you."

He got up and continued on the road. Unexpectedly, after walking two steps, he staggered and almost fell down. Shen Yuanjing held it with his hands and said, "Forget it, forgot! I send the Buddha to the Western Paradise. I have a light skill here, so I will teach you. You can rest and practice it. After you have practiced it, not only will you walk fast, but you will not need to take care of it when the time comes."

Duan Yu had to refuse, but when he heard the other party say this, he felt very reasonable. He swallowed it back and said, "I'll bother Brother Chen like this."

Shen Yuanjing took out the silk roll just now from his arms, spread it halfway, pulled it gently, took the half of the Beiming Divine Art, handed over Lingbo Weibu, and said, "Duan family in Dali has a deep knowledge and must have read the Book of Changes. You can read it first. If you don't understand, please come and ask me."

He sat cross-legged with Duan Yu, put the sword on his legs, emitting colorful light. Duan Yu took the silk roll into his hand and spread it out for a look. Countless footprints came into his eyes. Looking closely, they were all in the direction of the Book of Changes. He couldn't help but be overjoyed and soon became addicted to it.

Shen Yuanjing closed his eyes and used his internal energy to heal his wounds, exhaling and inhaling, shaking his internal organs. The subtle injuries slowly healed under the infiltration of true qi. This time the injury was indeed much lighter than he imagined.

Soon the sky turned from black to white, a ray of colorful clouds fell, and the precious light on the sword would shine. Then the red sun was about to appear, and the sword suddenly became dim. Duan Yu raised his head and saw Shen Yuanjing open his mouth slightly, a purple air coming from the east and flying into it. He couldn't help but be stunned and thought: "From yesterday to today, I have never seen him eat anything. Could it be that he wants to eat the wind and drink the dew?"

Shen Yuanjing opened his eyes and saw Duan Yu looking disappointed, and asked, "Why do you look at me like this?" The other party said angrily: "I thought there would be a light coming out of your eyes, just like in myths and legends."

"Is that true?" A bright light came out from Shen Yuanjing's eyes, an inch away from his body. Duan Yu was so scared that he leaned back and heard him say, "I am just a mortal, and I am still far from the god you imagined. You have finished reading Lingbo Weibu, what's wrong with me?"

Duan Yu pressed his heart and came up with the unclear points one by one. For example, the steps on the silk roll were very strange. After taking the previous step, he could not take the next step. It was not until Shen Yuanjing told him that he had to turn around out of nowhere, so he was very clever and natural to connect.

He first explained it to him, and then practiced it personally. Until the sun gradually became hot, Duan Yu had already learned 20% or 30% and was also very talented.
Chapter completed!