Xiaolan hurriedly opened her arms and blocked the door, and shouted: "Don't leave!"

Hu Qingpeng inserted the Sword of Shocking and said with a smile: "Why can't I leave? I'm not a disciple of your Demon Sect, so I don't need to ask Elder Yi for instructions." For some reason, he was actually quite afraid of facing Yi Wufeng and did not want to have too much entanglement with the people in the Demon Sect, so it would be better to leave early.

Xiaolan's eyes dripped twice and said, "The remaining poison in your body has not been cleared. You must wait until the elder comes back before there will be an antidote. If you don't believe me, just walk well."

Hu Qingpeng scratched his head and said, "I'm not poisoned! Where can I take the antidote?"

Xiaolan gave him a blank look and stomped her feet, "You are so stupid! Think carefully about whether you have taken the Strong Spring, Chun... medicine? You need to take a 'Qinghuo Bingxin Pill' every twelve hours, and take it three times in a row to completely remove the lustful poison in your body. If you give up halfway and the lustful poison occurs, you will become hungry and food-free! "

Hu Qingpeng's face was hot and he smiled awkwardly: "So that's it! Then I'll wait for her to come back before leaving!" He secretly shouted in his heart that if the lustful poison caused him to make a fool of himself in public, he would not have the face to hang out in the world? Just hit him and die.

A sly light flashed in Xiaolan's eyes and clapped her hands and said, "This is what you said yourself, don't be dependent on the account!"

Hu Qingpeng said: "A word is said, it is hard to catch up! But Miss Xiaolan, do you have food here?" After sleeping for a day and a night, he was so hungry that his chest was pressed against his back.

Xiaolan smiled and said, "Of course I have it, I'm afraid you can't finish it! You can wait."

After lunch, Hu Qingpeng was satisfied and burped, praising Xiaolan's excellent cooking skills. Xiaolan served Yi Wufeng for many years and had never been praised by the elders. Today, the first time I heard someone praise her cooking skills, she couldn't stop smiling. She refused Hu Qingpeng's request for help, drove him to the backyard, and cleaned up the mess alone.

Hu Qingpeng moved his muscles in the backyard for a moment and pushed the door out. This house was built by the river, and it was planted with willows. The place was remote and very pure. The river breeze blew cool, the river surface was wide and flat, and the fields in the distance were connected to the sky. Looking at it, I felt comfortable. But looking down at the surging river, the passing of this makes people feel desolate and strange.

Hu Qingpeng took off his shoes and socks, stepped barefoot on the grass on the shore, and let the breeze blow his clothes and hair, a strange tranquility quietly floated into his heart. Since he practiced martial arts, he has spent every day in busy work, forcing himself to practice swords and study every second, without a moment of slowing down his pace of progress. The pressure he was under was two or three times that of other brothers. It was rare that he had half a day of leisure at this moment, and he had nothing to do except wait. His whole mind and body were completely relaxed, and his spiritual consciousness extended, and naturally integrated into the breath of all things in the world. He quietly listened to the whispers of willow leaves, the whispers of the river water, breathing the faint fragrance of the grass, feeling the gentleness of the wind, without desire, without sorrow or joy, and the spiritual platform was extremely empty and bright.

Suddenly recalling the night when he recited the Heart Sutra of Prajna Paramita, he also experienced this feeling of transcending the body and integrating with the heaven and earth. When he moved his heart, he seemed to capture some revelation, but he seemed to have no realization. He did not deliberately pursue that feeling of strangeness, let it pass by the lake of his heart, creating ripples.

He shifted his attention from his heart to the outside world, and looked around. Every object showed a new look in his eyes. Especially the river in front of him was surging and changing endlessly, like a giant dragon lying on the ground, breaking through the shore unstoppable. He looked at the waves raised by the river water, the vortex formed by the collision of water flows, and the blooming and breaking of each wave, countless scenes poured into his mind, intertwined with each other, vividly recreating the thousands of postures of a river.

Hu Qingpeng felt that he was the big river, and the big river was himself, either circling, surging, engaging, ups and downs, soft, or fierce... A thundering sounded in his mind, and eight big words suddenly appeared: "The water flows without stability, the softest is hard" appeared. He drew his sword in his hand, and danced in disarray as if no one was around, stabbing a sword in the east and a sword in the west. Each sword was light and soft, silent, and at first glance it could not pose a threat to the enemy at all. It was neither Hengshan sword technique nor any sword sect tricks he had seen. There were countless changes hidden in plainness, and infinite power contained in softness. Later, he named the set of sword techniques he had learned in the river as "Shui Rou".

He danced faster and faster, and the trajectory of each sword was clearly followed, and it was endless. The strong wind brought on the sword overflowed outward, shaving countless willow leaves. When he danced to the extreme, Hu Qingpeng let out a long roar, and the sword slashed in the air. The sword energy suddenly slashed down, and the roar of the river surface stirred several feet high, and the sound shook for miles.

Hu Qingpeng brushed the sword and put it into the sheath. He felt that his body was full of energy. His injuries were not only healed, but his understanding of swordsmanship had further improved. He was about to laugh three times, and the river water splashed over his head was poured down, pouring his whole body through. He wiped the water droplets on his face in a mess, grabbed his shoes and socks, and rushed back to the backyard, and closed the door with his back hand. He secretly glad that he had not seen the embarrassing appearance just now, otherwise wouldn't his reputation be lost?

Before he could finish his thoughts, he heard an exaggerated and crisp laughter. Xiaolan leaned against the door, pointed at him with one hand, and tears flowed through his eyes. Hu Qingpeng's face turned red and white, and he said with a thorny blowjob, "Miss, have you ever seen a chicken with sorrow? Don't you smile so much, right?"

Xiaolan smiled so hard that she was angry and said, "You...your...head...head."

Hu Qingpeng said in surprise: "What's wrong with my head?" Suddenly he understood what the other party meant, raised his hand and touched it, and there were several green and slender water plants! No wonder Xiaolan smiled so happily, his appearance was indeed funny. He threw the water plants to the ground in disappointment, tidied up his clothes, and suddenly found that the sun was setting west. Before he knew it, it was dusk and asked Xiaolan, "Is Elder Yi back?"

Xiaolan finally stopped laughing, wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes with her backhand, and said with great difficulty: "Not yet! Don't worry, your antidote is indispensable!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he heard Yi Wufeng’s unique and cold voice coming from the front yard: “Xiaolan, who are you talking to?”

"Elder!" Xiaolan smiled at him with a meaningful smile, turned around and rushed to greet the master. Hu Qingpeng thought about it and walked into the room.

Yi Wufeng walked into the living room and just sat down when she suddenly saw Hu Qingpeng walking out of the inner room. Her heart jumped twice, trying her best to pretend to be cold, and said coldly: "It's you! Your injuries have healed, why are you still not leaving?"

Hu Qingpeng didn't expect her attitude to be so cold. He ate to the cold and beautiful eyes and said, "Little girl Xiaolan said, "I have lewd poison left in my body, and I also asked Elder Yi to give me two antidotes. I am grateful for this life-saving grace."

Yi Wufeng was stunned for a moment, her pretty face suddenly sank, and she looked at Xiaolan with sharp eyes. Without waiting for her to ask, Xiaolan fell to the ground and whispered: "Your Making Elder, Young Master Hu wants to leave after waking up today. My subordinate couldn't stop him, so he had to lie to him that the poison had not been exhausted and needed to wait for the elder to come back for treatment. My subordinate thought that it would be hard for the elder to investigate the enemy alone. If there is any help from Young Master Hu, he might be able to grasp the other party's conspiracy as soon as possible, so he found an excuse to keep him. My subordinate made a good decision. If there is any inappropriate matter, please punish him severely."

After hearing this, Yi Wufeng was so amused that she chose to leave before Hu Qingpeng woke up and return at dusk, but she didn't want to meet him again, so as not to bring back the unpleasant memories of the night before. However, Xiaolan could not understand her intentions at all, and actually took the initiative to deceive Hu Qingpeng to stay. She really made her headache. She glared at Hu Qingpeng with a squinted look and said disdainfully: "How can his three-legged kung fu help me? Xiaolan, you are so proud of him!"

Hu Qingpeng was furious and raised his chest and said loudly: "Elder Yi, although you have saved me, you can kill me and not be humiliated! Please take back what you said just now!" The sword energy was emitted, and the temperature in the room suddenly dropped.

Yi Wufeng exclaimed in surprise and said strangely: "In just half a day, your skills have improved a little!" He immediately looked at him with admiration. He saw that he was tall and loose, his muscles were strong and strong, his eyes were bright, and he showed a strong confidence and fighting spirit. His face was not handsome but full of masculine spirit. His broad shoulders seemed to be able to bear any challenges and pressure. Yi Wufeng couldn't help but glance at his lips, his heart strings trembled, and the numbness of the kiss that night passed through his whole body like an electric current, slowly lowering his head, and his white jade-like cheeks floated with a light blush like rouge, and he whispered: "You, what are you doing so fiercely?"

Hu Qingpeng saw her showing a girlish shy expression for the first time, like a glacier thawing, the earth rejuvenated, and the unspeakable beauty bloomed. He couldn't help but look straight, swallowed his saliva, and flew to Java with anger. He smiled embarrassedly: "I'm sorry, I'm too impulsive. Please don't be surprised."

Xiaolan looked at this and then that, and felt interesting in her heart, covering her face with her sleeves. She had served Yi Wufeng for many years and knew that this master was as cold as an iceberg for thousands of years, and she was not rude to any man. That night when Yi Wufeng brought Hu Qingpeng back, she found that the master's expression was different, as if she cared about the life and death of the man, and for the first time, she personally healed him! Later, before Hu Qingpeng woke up, she deliberately avoided him, and her actions were even more abnormal. So Xiaolan tried to trick Hu Qingpeng into staying, just to confirm her conjecture.

Yi Wufeng calmed down and touched her warm cheeks, thinking to herself what was wrong with me? I saw Xiaolan's smirking movements at the corner of her eyes, and she slapped the table with a slight anger, and said calmly: "Xiaolan, don't kneel stupidly! Look at what time, why don't you prepare supper?"

"Yes! I'll prepare immediately." Xiaolan suppressed her smile and stood up and went out without mentioning it.

Yi Wufeng drank her subordinates and her shame and embarrassment weakened a lot. After a while of silence, she suddenly asked, "Can you swim in the water?"

Hu Qingpeng was stunned, then realized that he was asking himself, and hurriedly said, "I can swim, but I don't swim quickly."

Yi Wufeng said: "It doesn't matter whether you swim quickly or not, as long as you know. I need your help to investigate something tonight."

Hu Qingpeng said: "You should repay your life-saving grace. Not to mention one thing, I will help you do even ten things. But what you do cannot be contrary to the spirit of chivalrousness or harm the truth."

Yi Wufeng said: "Don't worry, this matter will never violate your principles. As for the specific details, I will talk to you in detail after dinner."

After a moment of silence, Hu Qingpeng said without saying anything: "Elder Yi, we are really destined to be together. After leaving Hengyang, we met in Zhuzhou. I wonder what you are doing in Zhuzhou?"

Yi Wufeng's face was as deep as water, and she scolded, "Who is destined to be with you?! Don't talk nonsense." After a pause, she said, "The reason I came to Zhuzhou was because my long-time enemy of the Demon Sect, suddenly secretly sent a large number of masters to Hunan, with unknown intentions. I was ordered by the leader to detect their movements so as not to be caught off guard when the war started."

Hu Qingpeng suddenly realized: "No wonder you appeared outside that mansion! Are the Demon Sect and the Baiyun Sect a feud? Since they are alone and deep, why don't you gather people and catch them all in the future?"

Yi Wufeng shook her head and said, "It's not that simple! I have to figure out their purpose and plan for coming here first, so that they can formulate countermeasures for their next actions. Before this, it is not advisable to act rashly, otherwise it will alarm the enemy. What's more, as far as I know, Baiyun Sect sent Huangfu Ji, the leader of the four major sect leaders, to lead a team, and seven other top-class masters followed him. Their strength is extraordinary. With my own strength, we cannot defeat them. Unless there is support from other elders, we can fight."

Hu Qingpeng said: "But the night before yesterday, a black-clad swordsman sneaked into the secret stronghold of Baiyun Sect and killed Mu Rourou, the Yin demon among the Yin and Yang demons. I see his killing techniques and martial arts, and it seems that he is a disciple of the Demon Cult."

Yi Wufeng snorted coldly: "The person you are talking about is Nangong Qiu, the 'Demon Sword'. He acted without authorization for his own grudges, almost ruining the major matters assigned by the leader! Because of his fuss, the Baiyun Sect's defense has been strengthened several times, making me unable to get to where they discussed the matter. Otherwise, how could you help?"

Hu Qingpeng asked curiously: "What is the origin of this Nangong Qiu? As your elder, can't you command him?"

Yi Wufeng frowned and said, "Nangong Qiu was originally a sub-disciple of the Nangong family. Later, because his wife and daughter were killed by the masters of Baiyun Sect, he turned to our sect and was determined to take revenge. He took Xiang Hu, the "cold-faced Shura" of our sect as his master, and was given the Blood-killing Sword. From then on, he came alone and was determined to kill the disciples of Baiyun Sect. His whereabouts were mysterious. Now that he appears in Zhuzhou, why didn't Huangfu Ji and others nervous?"

Hu Qingpeng said with lingering fear: "Fortunately he happened to sneak into Mu Rourou's room that night, otherwise I would have been the witch..." He looked at Yi Wufeng secretly, was embarrassed to finish his words, laughed dryly, and sighed: "I wonder if he had escaped the pursuit of the Baiyun Sect masters? By the way, Elder Yi, who injured me? I want to seek revenge on him!"

Yi Wufeng asked quietly, "Can you remember it at all?"

Hu Qingpeng shook his head and smiled bitterly: "I only remember being with you at that time, and then my whole body became hot and my brain was blank. I had no impression of what happened in the future."

The scene of two people overlapping and kissing flashed through Yi Wufeng's mind, and her ears were so ashamed that she felt hot. She pretended to be calm and said, "I'll tell you the truth if I have the chance in the future. Now is not the time." Without waiting for him to continue asking, he rushed out of the door as if he was running away. Hu Qingpeng was inexplicably, and he was really confused by the monk.

The sky is full of dark clouds, the stars and moon are gone, and the river bank is as dark as ink. There are still ships coming and going on the wide river surface, and the dotted boat lights reflect the water, outlining the outlines of the ships. From time to time, you can hear the loud trumpets of the boatmen, which are swept away quickly by the wind. The clothes dance phoenix, Hu Qingpeng changed into night clothes, masked with a black scarf, and ran lightly along the river bank.

After Yi Wufeng changed into her tight night clothes, her beautiful figure was revealed immediately, with thin shoulders and delicate waist, delicate curves, and her beautiful legs were extremely slender and straight, showing amazing elasticity when she ran. Hu Qingpeng followed her closely, and her eyes fell on her swaying waist and strong and perky round buttocks. She admired the beautiful woman's graceful posture when she ran up close. The hot fire in her dantian was burning, and fire was almost spitting out of her eyes.

To be honest, among the beauties he has ever seen, the most beautiful one is Li'er's mother, Princess Li Yan'er of the Yuan Dynasty. She is noble, gentle, elegant and generous, like an ordinary fairy, with unparalleled appearance. The clothes and blood phoenix are slender, cold as ice, and a little mysterious in their pride. Like the snow lotus on the iceberg, it is the best to arouse the hope of conquering men. If she changes back to women's clothing, she is only a little less than Li Yan'er. As for Chen Qinghua, Mu Rourou and others, they cannot be compared with them. Unfortunately, good and evil are incompatible, and he and Yi Wufeng are destined to be unable to make friends. Maybe after tonight, everyone will be strangers. When they meet on a narrow road in the future, they may even face each other and turn their backs into enemies. He thought about it all the way, and his expression changed a lot, and he did not pay attention to where he came.

Yi Wufeng didn't know what the man behind her was thinking. Looking at the brightly lit pier in front of her, she suddenly stopped and whispered: "We're here!"
Chapter completed!