After the battle last night, his understanding of Qiufeng's sword style went to a higher level, and finally he cut out the man's sword, and he also had some understanding of the man's sword intention of the man who was shaking the light sword.

This is a good time to practice knife.

Unfortunately, he didn't have a knife in his hand.

He could only hold back his inner feelings, and first used the wind and thunder fingers and soul-catching claws to entangle with the weakest Kutuo.

Because there are no weapons at hand, and because Ku Tuo is good at using magic needles and hidden weapons, he still uses the Nine-point Self-sacrifice Decision to barely break the phantom.

As a result, I got a "ghost needle method".

Very clever hidden weapon techniques can also be used to interrogate confessions, which is suitable for Qingqing girls to learn.

Chen Qiu was satisfied.

He felt the dream shake and knew that it was time to wake up.

The next moment, Chen Qiu opened his eyes, and there were shadows in front of him. It was not real to see things. It should be the sequelae of the injury last night. It would be a recovery for a few days.

But what's strange is that there is no severe pain coming from your body.

This surprised Chen Qiu.

Although in dreams, I have always used the real air of Xueji to nourish my body, I cannot achieve such a quick healing effect by relying solely on Xueji's mind.

So, someone must have helped him in the outside world.

"You're awake?"

Just as Shen Qiu was confused, a gentle man's voice sounded from the room.

Chen Qiu felt that his body was rusted, and it felt a little stinging when he was moving, but he still supported himself and leaned against the head of the bed.

He gasped and looked at the person who had just spoken.

That was a middle-aged man.

He is about 1.85 or above. Judging from the height standards of this era, he is already outstanding.

But this man didn't feel arrogant.

On the contrary, his whole body was filled with a softness, as if nothing in the world could interfere with his chanting of scriptures.

He was wearing a gray monk's robe and was very simple.

But he also has short hair, not the appearance of a stern practitioner.

It should be a lay Buddhist.

The man had a smile on his face, his eyes narrowed, and he had a national face and a gray beard, but he didn't look very old.

He looks like he is in his forties.

When Shen Qiu woke up, the layman was sitting on a cushion, swinging sandalwood Buddhist beads with his hands, as if he was reciting scriptures. Chen Qiu could only see half of his face.

But if Chen Qiu Suxing was able to discover so keenly, this lay Buddhist should also be a person with martial arts skills.

And his martial arts should be quite good.

"Don't move."

Seeing that Chen Qiu wanted to stand up, the lay Buddhist hurriedly got up to stop him.

When he turned his face, Chen Qiu was stunned to find that half of the layman's face was covered with interlaced scars, which seriously damaged his gentle temperament.

This should be an old wound, and it looks quite ferocious.

It makes people wonder what terrible things did this layman encounter when he was young?

"I use Nirvana true qi to help you nourish the meridians. The internal injuries have been removed, but the donor has fought to the death, but he has already injured himself. Do not act rashly."

The layman said to Chen Qiu in a gentle tone:

"In the next six months, it is best for the donor not to fight with others."

Chen Qiu nodded.

He could feel the layman stroking his shoulders and sending a stream of gentle true energy continuously.

The true qi is very similar to the true qi of Xueji. They are both the method of peace in the middle, but the Buddhist true qi of this layman is more long-lasting and tends to heal and heal the effects.

This should be a bad fight, but relive the magical internal ability of healing.

"Thank you, Master."

Chen Qiu leaned against the head of the bed and closed his hands at the half-faced Buddha and the half-faced ghost layman in front of him. He thanked him and said:

"This time, it depends entirely on the master's help, otherwise my life will be gone. This is a life-saving grace, and I will never forget it."

"Why should the young hero be so polite?"

The layman laughed, and he sat beside Shen Qiu's bed, playing with the Buddhist beads in his hand, and whispered:

"The young hero has the authentic Taoist qi, and he cares about raising secret injuries. Even without my help, he will only take care of him for a while.

Just a young hero, listen to my advice.”

The layman's expression became serious, and he said to Chen Qiu:

"I also know that the grudges in the world are hard to resolve, and there must be methods to walk around the world, but donor, I advise you not to use the skill of sacrifice in the future.

Although you have the Taoist true energy to nourish the secret wound, if you use it too much, the pressure on the meridians by kung fu will be irreparable."

Chen Qiu blinked.

He knew that the layman was talking about the skill of self-sacrificing and sacrificing skills. He did not refute, but just nodded and signaled that he knew.

"Okay, then donor will rest."

The layman stood up with a smile, and he said:

"I'll go see the other injured first."

"Have you asked the master's name yet?"

Chen Qiu asked:

"Master, can you tell me?"

"Everyone calls me a mustard seed monk."

The layman turned around, called the Buddha's name, and said to Chen Qiu:

"Although I am determined to become a monk, my master said that my six senses have not been purified and the world has not yet been completed, and it is not yet time to be ordained. Therefore, the young hero does not have to call me a master."

This is a tactful statement, but just listen.

If you call such a master directly, you are looking for death.

I didn’t see that Ren Hao, as the leader of the martial arts world, wasn’t he called Huang Wudi, a Taoist brother.

Walking around the world, this problem of face...

It's really important.

"Thank you again for Master Mustard for his rescue."

Chen Qiu lay on the bed and bowed to the mustard seed monk. He suddenly remembered something and asked again:

"Master, who sent me here? Is my relative still in Suzhou?"

"I don't know this."

The Mustard Monk answered truthfully:

"The young man who sent him here was a young man. He was resting in the outer room at this moment, but I heard that he was related to the affairs of the Demon Sect.

So, maybe someone will come to ask him this afternoon.”

Speaking of this, the Mustard Monk chuckled. Half of his face looked like a ghost, and it was really terrible to smile.

But there was a kindness and gentleness in my eyes, which made people unable to help but get close to me.

He turned the Buddhist beads in his hand and said to Chen Qiu:

"I don't think that Mr. Zhang Lan looks like a bad-hearted person. Although he was born in the Demon Sect, he didn't like decent people very much, but his mind was pure and he had a good heart.

Young heroes don’t have to worry about relatives and friends, Young Master Zhang Lan can turn bad luck into good luck.”

What Chen Qiu wanted to say was that it had nothing to do with Zhang Lan's death or not, and he didn't care.

He is more concerned about the situation of the mountain ghost.

But from the words of Mustard Monk, he could guess that the mountain ghost should not have come to Suzhou at all.

The Shaking Light Knife should have been taken away by the mountain ghost, which made Chen Qiu feel relieved.

After the Mustard Monk left, Zhang Lan, who was sneaking in, brought something into the wing room.

He walked to Chen Qiu's eyes arrogantly, opened his folding fan with a silhouette, and said to Chen Qiu while shaking:

"The fan now belongs to the original owner and me.

Don't be anxious...
Chapter completed!