Zongwu: Our Rivers and Lakes

Chapter 44
Long Peng was slightly startled, and looked sideways at the entrance of the cave. At this time, the sky was gradually clear, but he saw a woman who was covering himself tightly came in.

"What's the matter, Miss Mu?"

"I... hoo..."

Mu Wanqing took a few deep breaths and said two words, "Thank you."

"It's rare that you say thank you."

Long Peng flipped through the martial arts secret book in his hand, without lifting it, he said with a smile, "But thank you, there's no need. No matter how we say it, we don't want to hit friends we don't know, just do a favor, it's nothing."

"friend……"

Mu Wanqing chanted several times in a voice only he could hear, touched his face, and asked after a long time, "Long Peng, can the scars on my body be healed?"

"It's nothing more than a flesh injury, and it can be cured naturally."

Mu Wanqing raised her head in surprise, then quickly lowered her head, "How to cure, as long as it can be cured, you can ask me to do anything."

"This is..."

Long Peng closed the secret book and stroked his chin with two fingers, "The best way is to practice hard in the future, and strive to enter the realm of heaven and man as soon as possible. At that time, not to mention restoring your previous appearance, even missing arms and legs can grow back."

Mu Wanqing's tender body froze. If she had followed her past temper, she would have spoken dirty, but now she just said in a shy voice, "Thank you, I...understood."

"Ugh……"

Long Peng shook his head, not used to her sudden change, "There are so many genius doctors in the world, there is nothing you can do about your injuries, so don't worry too much, practicing martial arts is what you should do."

As Long Peng said, he threw a cheat book on the table over, "You can use this "Spring Breeze Guide" to practice, until the last level of 'Vientiane Rejuvenation', it may be able to remove the scars on your body."

Mu Wanqing was overjoyed, quickly flipped through the pages, and quickly sank into it.

Long Peng withdrew his gaze, got up and began to look for the "Little Formless Skill".

Most of the martial arts in the Jianghu are to concentrate the internal force in the dantian.

On the other hand, "Northern Divine Art" absorbs other people's internal energy into the dantian, and then "Northern True Qi" disperses throughout the meridians throughout the body. This is also the reason why "Northern Divine Art" protects the body by itself.

But it is also because of this, if you use other internal strength to cultivate luck, it will inevitably conflict with "North Dark True Qi".

Either the "Northern Darkness True Qi" will be taken back to the dantian, and all the magical effects of the "Northern Darkness Divine Art" will be lost, or other internal forces will not be able to be used.

This problem has troubled Long Peng for a long time, so he thought of taking advantage of the directors of various schools to find a solution.

Time passed, and in the blink of an eye, more than seven days had passed.

There are thousands of books in this Langhuan Yudong Cave, Long Peng almost turned all these bookshelves upside down, but in the end he couldn't find the "Little Formless Skill".

"Why can't I find..."

Long Peng frowned, looked around, but saw the candles in the cave were bright as day, but he couldn't see the "Little Formless Art".

"Forget it, if you can't find it..."

Long Peng shook his head, thinking about going back to the ancient tomb first.

It is now March, and this Taihu Lake is not close to Zhongnan Mountain. Even if Long Peng used his lightness skills day and night to drive, it would still take more than ten days. Death.

"Ms. Mu, I will leave early tomorrow morning. If you don't want to be captured again, you should leave early."

Mu Wanqing raised her head suddenly, a little surprised, "Didn't you look for that "Little Wuxiang Gong"?"

"It's fine if you can't find it, don't waste time."

Mu Wanqing nodded slightly, and asked again, "Then where are you going?"

"Mount Zhongnan."

Long Peng replied, took a long breath of relief, sat in meditation, and soothed the spirit,

In the past few days, he has recited over a hundred books of superior exercises, and many interesting mysterious techniques, and he is really mentally tired.

Mu Wanqing pursed her lips, tightened her hood, and continued to search around.

……

Villa, front hall.

Li Qingluo was nervous and paced back and forth, her palms were covered with sweat, but she saw a silver-haired old man walking in slowly in front of the hall, waving a feather fan.

The old man was tall and tall, dressed in a purple brocade robe, with flowing silver hair, and a feather fan in his hand that was as white as snow. He looked quite a gentleman.

Seeing the person coming, Li Qingluo's eyes beamed with joy, "Daddy, why are you here now? Make me wait."

"Hahaha……"

The silver-haired old man waved his feather fan, his eyes were full of doting, "Father has already arrived, who would have expected to meet that little Guo Jing boy, and fought with him all day and night, so it was delayed, baby girl, don't blame Daddy."

Blaming the silver-haired old man, Li Qingluo grabbed his arm, swayed from side to side, and said softly, "Father, let's stop talking about this, my daughter has been humiliated at Manduo Villa, you must make decisions for her." ah……"

"Oh……"

The silver-haired old man looked very surprised, "Why is your nephew so tight, didn't he come over to help?"

"Humph!"

Li Qingluo snorted coldly, "Who knows where he died, if you want to rely on him, you might as well wait to die."

"That's true, Murong Fu's martial arts are mediocre, but his ambition is not small. Sooner or later he will die, you should stay away from him."

"My daughter saved it."

Li Qingluo nodded again and again, and continued, "Daddy, let's stop talking about this."

"Good good..."

The silver-haired old man smiled, his expression was very gentle, "Tell me, who is blind, who dares to make my precious daughter, Ding Chunqiu, angry."

This Ding Chunqiu once had a love relationship with Li Qiushui, the elder sister of Xiaoyao School,
Then Li Qiushui entrusted himself and Wu Yazi's daughter to Ding Chunqiu after he went to Xixia to become the imperial concubine.

It can be said that Li Qingluo was brought up by Ding Chunqiu alone.

Because Ding ChunQiu still misses Li QiuShui in his heart all the time, he treats Li QingLuo very well, they can be said to be like father and daughter.

"Father, this man was well-known in the world last year. His name is Long Peng."

"Long Peng..."

Ding Chunqiu muttered a few words, Han smiled and said, "Who am I supposed to be, so it's a brat like him."

"Daughter, don't worry, when father returns to Xingxiu Sea, he will summon his disciples to attack him."

Ding Chunqiu looked confident, "At that time, black and white will have no place to stand, I want to see how long he can live."

"Father doesn't need to go back to Xingxiu Sea. That kid is now in the Langhuanyu Cave in Zhuangzi. I don't know where he learned about the secrets in my Mantuo Villa."

Li Qingluo took two steps forward, clenched her slender hands tightly, "Father, no matter what, we must not let him leave here alive, otherwise your daughter and my Mantuo Villa will never have peace."

Ding Chunqiu pursed his lips, and said slowly, "Father knows, father will never let that kid go."

In fact, Ding Chunqiu wanted to say: In the worst case, you can go back to Xingxiu Sea with your father.

It's just that he loves his daughter very much and knows that she doesn't like to suffer in the bitter cold of the Western Regions, so he didn't mention it.

(End of this chapter)