Since Chen Qiao was defeated by the meeting, the remaining poison has not been cleared, and even Yan Wushi has no choice. The poison is rooted in the bones and blood, and it appears and disappears from time to time, so that his recovery of his skills has been hindered. He can achieve half the result with twice the effort in practicing internal energy. His eyes will never be able to be affected by it.

But now, the observer actually said that he was not poisoned in his body.

In other words, when he was abandoning his martial arts skills and wanted to die with Sang Jingxing, he did not expect to die and then survive, and the remaining poison in his body was also cleared.

Is this considered a blessing in disguise?

Chen Qiao smiled bitterly.

When the master of the spectator came in, he brought a candlestick next to him. At this moment, he saw the corner of his mouth slightly raised and said in surprise: "You are so miserable, can you still laugh?"

He turned his head and asked Fifteen again: "Did you think he was suddenly changed and could not bear the blow and became a fool?"

"Master!" Shiwu wanted to cover his mouth.

The observer: "I won't say it anymore. The porridge should have been cooked. I'll go and see. Without the dead guy in the first grade of junior high school, I'm really not used to it!"

He also whispered as he walked: "That's the old ginseng that I finally picked. I can't bear to eat it on weekdays, but now it's cheaper than outsiders!"

When he left, Shiwu apologized: "Don't take it seriously. Master is just a knife-like mouth and a slander. In fact, although he is not good at speaking, it's thanks to him in the past two days, otherwise I don't know what to do!"

Chen Qiao: "I know, I... am not crazy either. Is it open in this cellar? I saw that there seemed to be light."

He said word by word, it was very difficult.

Fifteen: "Yes, Master has made two holes here, and there is a little light coming in outside. Can you see it?"

Chen Qiao: "Now, gradually, I can see, a little bit, no, very clear."

15: "Don't worry, Master said that the cellar is very secretive and difficult for others to discover. The people from Pengcheng County Duke came twice, and they couldn't find us every time, so they had to leave. Master said that after a while, they thought that we had moved away, and they would definitely not come again."

Chen Qiao: "Thank you..."

Shiwu smiled and said, "No need to thank you. You have a good rest and rest assured to recover from your injuries. I'll boil some water for you to drink."

Although it is dark and sunless, it is a quiet place to heal. According to the fifteenth, the White Dragon Temple was built in the late Later Han Dynasty. It has been more than 300 years since then. Although it has been standing for many years after wars, the excitement and incense of that year are no longer visible. There is a scarred Taoist temple left. When his master came here to settle down, the Taoist temple was empty. There was an authentic tunnel behind the cellar, which should have been built with the Taoist temple. After being discovered by his master, it became an excellent refuge.

After that, Chen Qiao fell asleep for two days, sometimes awake and sometimes confused. When he dreamed at midnight, he even thought that he was still on Xuandu Mountain, as if he could see his master watching his disciples practice martial arts as soon as he opened the door.

But after all, it is not. All the past cannot be repeated, and the deceased will not be resurrected.

Those beautiful and quiet years seem to be left on Xuandu Mountain and never return.

What followed was the betrayal, setbacks, and dilemmas he experienced later, the melee of various countries for fame and fortune, the sects plotted against each other and insisted on their own opinions, and the people struggled and groaned in hell and could not be detached.

All suffering is shocking and empathy.

Are you cautious in your heart and unwilling to give up your so-called principles of being a human being because you are not on the verge of desperate situation that you cannot bear?

Yan Wushi once asked him this.

At this moment, Chen Qiao remembered this sentence again, and the little things he had when they were together.

His once thought his friend was vulnerable to the other party's ridicule and plot.

But even if you do it again...

Let's go again...

"Mr. Chen, are you getting better today? This is the freshly cooked ginseng rice porridge. Master said it is very helpful for your physical recovery... Oh, Mr. Chen, why are you crying? Is it so painful?"

In the faint light, crystal clear slowly slid down the corners of Chen Qiao's eyes, sliding into his temples, silently.

Fifteen hurriedly put down the porridge and rushed over. "I'll go and let the master come!"

"No." Chen Qiao tried his best to reach out and hold his robe.

Fifteen said with a roar, not hiding the surprise: "You can move?! Master also said that your meridians are damaged and it will be difficult to recover in this life. It seems that Master is deliberately scaring me!"

Chen Qiao smiled at him.

When he was awake, every bone was clamoring for pain, so painful that it made people want to die, but he still persevered and silently recited the mantras of "Zhu Yangce" he had learned in his heart, but the result was a surprising situation.

When he studied "Zhu Yangce", he had already prepared the foundation for Xuandu Mountain martial arts, so it was not difficult to learn, but the progress was always fast or slow, and Qi Fengge could not find the reason. At that time, Tao Hongjing was dead, so he could not ask clearly, so he could only let his apprentice explore on his own and occasionally give advice from the side.

But now, with his meridians damaged and his body was completely gone, "Zhu Yangce" seemed to have played a completely unexpected role. The broken dantian was recovering little by little at an unbelievable speed, and the abandoned meridians were also reshaped under the nourishment of Zhu Yangce's true qi.

It may even take a short while for his injuries to be healed.

"Zhu Yangce", which brings together the three masters of Confucianism, Buddhism and Taoism, is indeed incredible. Even if Chen Qiao can only learn two volumes, it does not prevent him from feeling the profoundness of it.

The square and straightforwardness of Confucianism, the soft and thick Taoism, and the solemn and clear Buddha all turned into trickles and flowed in his body.

Chen Qiao didn't know if this was considered a death-taking life, but his body was getting better and better day by day, and his recovery speed was even surprised even the viewer who thought he would be like this in his entire life.

Shiwu was very understanding and did not ask him why he cried just now, but Chen Qiao took the initiative to hold him back and said to him: "First Five, thank you."

Fifteen was not sure, so he felt a little embarrassed: "You have said a lot of thanks before!"

Chen Qiao treated people kindly, but never had the same kindness that needed others to respond, because no matter whether others rewarded them or not, it would not hinder his actions.

He wanted to do this, so he did it. Whether others understood or recognized or laughed at it had nothing to do with him.

From this point of view, Yan Wushi is no different from him.

But Chen Qiao is a person after all, not a heart of ice and snow, nor a heart of iron, he will be tired, he will be cold and in pain.

"This sound is different." He said to fifteen.

Shiwu smiled shyly: "You are recovering so well. Master said you should eat some meat. He bought a chicken today and came back to stew the soup."

Chen Qiao said guiltily: "I made you spend money. When the injury is healed, I will make money..."

Shiwu smiled and said, "You don't have to worry about this. In fact, Master has secretly hid a lot of private money, but he just refused to take it out. He pretended that life was very hard every day..."

"Fifteen, you deserve to be beaten up! You actually said bad things about your master in front of others! You are so ruthless! A bad disciple!" This was heard by the incoming observer.

Fifteen stuck out his tongue: "It's the disciple's fault, don't be angry!"

The observer said angrily: "How could I think you were better than the first year of junior high school! You are really more unworthy than the other! Unworthy disciple!"

Fifteen listened to the lecture obediently, acted coquettishly and bowed, which finally made the audience lose a little anger and began to murmur to the eldest disciple: "There is a gathering in Beijing today. I ran out early in the first 1st of the 1st and had not come back yet. I am so crazy. If he grows wings, can he stab the sky!"

Fifteen: "Maybe Brother, you are seeing something delicious, so you can bring it to us?"

The audience: "I'm just a little penny on him, so I can't buy enough food for myself!"

Suddenly, the bell in the cellar rang.

The bell is very small and the sound is very weak, but because the audience is standing next to it, you can hear it immediately.

This is a simple mechanism. The line outside the bell is connected to the outside, and the other end is tied to a certain place at the entrance of the gate. As long as someone comes in from outside, the line is slightly shaken, and people in the cellar can immediately detect it.

Fifteen said happily: "It's my senior brother who is back!"

When he was about to go out, the observer grabbed him: "Wait, something is wrong!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the sound of Juyi jumping from outside came from outside: "Master, 15th, I'll reply... Hey, who are you?"
Chapter completed!