I don’t know how long it took, Gao Qiang woke up, but felt that he was lying in an extremely warm and soft arms. He opened his eyes, but Venus appeared, and he couldn’t see the matter in front of him clearly, but he felt an arm wrapped around his head, someone shook him gently, and there seemed to be a faint sob sound, mixed with one or two calls.

Gao Qiang instantly felt that he had returned to the two years of seclusion in the ancient tomb. He often lay in Xueyi's arms, looking up at the sky with serene satisfaction.

He was a little blurred, his body moved, and he changed into a more comfortable position and lay in the warm embrace. He turned around and reached out to occupy the soft body. He touched his hand twice, and his head was rubbed habitually a few times...

Well, why is it so small?

Gao Qiang raised his head and opened his eyes hard, but instead, a crisp crying sound came from his ears. He heard it carefully. This was a very young girl - or to be precise, a girl's cry.

Next he saw that there was only a person in front of him. The cloth bag could vaguely see the outline of a girl's facial features and body shape, and he lay in the girl's arms.

A sob sound came from the cloth bag, mixed with the girl's crisp and anxious voice: "Brother, brother, are you awake?"

Gao Qiang shook his head, and the scene he had lost just now rushed into his mind like a tide. He instantly remembered everything: cave maze, tunnel, round stone blocking road, and the great method of moving the universe... Finally, he understood. He was holding a girl who had not yet met and was about thirteen or fourteen years old. Thinking of his actions just now, Gao Qiang blushed.

The girl in the cloth bag was still calling: "Brother, brother, are you better?"

She shook Gao Qiang gently through the cloth bag with her hand. Gao Qiang said softly, "Girl, stop crying, I'm awake."

The girl in the cloth bag cried immediately and said three points: "Woooo, brother, I, I thought you left me alone..."

Although the girl's arms were very warm, Gao Qiang struggled for a few times and sat up. Seeing the bloodstains below the corners of his mouth, he realized that he had just become "slightly" and was lucky, but a little more serious. That was enough to make people die. Didn't Yang Dingtian die on this back then?

Gao Qiang asked, "How long have I been in a coma?"

The girl helped Gao Qiang sit up and sobbed, "It's been about an hour."

Gao Qiang patted his head and said with a smile: "I'm so lucky. The little devil has been detained for an hour and has walked to the Naihe Bridge. I heard someone behind me crying. I cried and shouted my name. I turned around and walked back. It turned out that you little girl was crying. Okay, don't cry. I'm going to go back to the ghost gate." "Ah, no!" The girl in the cloth bag hugged Gao Qiang and said, "Brother, don't leave me alone. Mingwu." "Haha," Gao Qiang laughed twice, swept away the depression in his heart, patted the girl's back to comfort her, and said, "Silly girl, I'm lying to you, but this fourth level of mental method is really difficult to practice. I think we can't get out."

The girl said, "No matter whether you can go out or not, you are not allowed to leave me alone."

Gao Qiang smiled and said, "I want to leave you alone, is the question possible?"

The girl burst into tears and said, "Brother, you said just now that you arrived at Naihe Bridge, is it true?"

Gao Qiang said with a straight face: "Of course it's true! The ghost man said, "Boy, the girl in the cloth bag with you is so beautiful. We, brothers from Hei and White, are reluctant to come and arrest her. Let her live to be 180 years old in the world."

The girl giggled through the cloth bag and said, "Brother, you haven't seen my appearance before, how do you know that I'm beautiful and ugly? But, do they really say that I can live to be 180 years old?" "Of course."

"That's fine." The girl patted her chest in the cloth bag and calmed down a lot. "What's good?" Gao Qiang asked inexplicably, "I live to be 180 years old, my hair is white, my eyes can't see clearly, my teeth are gone, my ears are not good, my wrinkles are crawling all over my face, how ugly it looks."

The girl said in surprise: "That's the case? But, but..." "But what?" Gao Qiang joked.

"But if I could live to be 180 years old, brother, wouldn't I be able to walk out of this secret room? If I could go out, you would definitely be able to go out. Then wouldn't you live for a long time?" the girl said anxiously.

Gao Qiang thought, the girl was kind-hearted and smiled and said, "Yes, I hope so."

The girl giggled and said, "Brother, you are lying to me, aren't you? I don't know your name, how do you call you on Naihe Bridge? Brother, I call you Lan'er, where are you?" "Lan'er?" Gao Qiang frowned and said, "Is it that there are Mei'er, Zhu'er, and Ju'er?"

The girl clapped her hands and said, "Brother, you are so smart, that's exactly what it is." "Ah?" Gao Qiang was silent and then said, "Who are you after being with you for a long time? Why can't the monk catch you?"

The girl said angrily: "I am the personal maid next to Mrs. Seven. I was ordered to go down the mountain to pick up something. I didn't expect that the monk would catch me."

Gao Qiang had already known from his words that this girl was a figure above Guangming. He frowned and thought for a long time. He really didn't know that there was a figure called "Seventh Lady" on Guangming. He asked, "Seventh Lady, which Seventh Lady?"

The girl said, "Stupid, Mrs. Seven is the master's favorite woman. She is very beautiful and has a lot of rouge and powder."

Gao Qiang smiled and said, "Then tell me, who is your master?"

The girl looked around in the cloth bag, as if she was afraid that someone would appear in this forbidden area. She suppressed her voice and said, "My master is the left envoy of the Ming Cult Light."

Gao Qiang exclaimed: "Yang Xiao?"

The girl nodded vigorously in the cloth bag. Gao Qiang's head was dizzy. Yang Xiao's method of chasing Ji Xiaofu back then was extremely stupid, and he could even be said to be despicable and vulgar. However, if you want to be infatuated, this left envoy is also considered one. I don't know why he came here and the butterfly wings were flaunting too much?

How did this master marry seven wives at once?

Gao Qiang whispered: "How many wives and concubines do your master have?"

The girl counted on her fingers for a long time and said, "Room Seventeen."

Gao Qiang was speechless, and the girl there was talking nonsense on the spot, "This time I went down the mountain to get some rouge and water from the town below. Madam, the ladies have used too much!"

Gao Qiang said in confusion: "Is there a small town under Guangmingding?"

The girl burst into laughter and said, "Brother, which gang station in the world has no small town under it?"

Gao Qiang said "Oh" and thought to himself: I really can't calculate which sect does not have one. There are villages at the foot of Zhongnan Mountain.

The girl continued to ask, "Brother, tell me quickly. Who are you?"

Gao Qiang thought to himself: It's almost impossible to get out, so why don't you hide it? He sighed and said, "I am a Wudang disciple..."

Now, I originally told Lan'er about the origin of the matter and just told me the matter that should be omitted. Laner said in surprise: "It turns out that the young master is the adopted son of Doctor Hu and his wife."

Gao Qiang said "Yes" and asked, "How are my adoptive father and mother recently?"

Lan'er smiled and said, "I am a little girl. I can only see a couple of miracle doctors. How do you know what they are doing? But everyone is busy on the top of Guangming recently. I believe that miracle doctors and the others are not relaxed."

Gao Qiang sighed: "Yes."

Lan'er whispered: "Young Master, you two, I have something I want to ask you for. OK?"

Gao Qiang heard her voice hesitantly and smiled: "What's the matter? Let me tell you, brother, don't call me a young master. No one has ever called me, it sounds awkward."

Lan'er said, "My husband...brother. Then, after going to the top of Guangming, can you bring me out from the seventh lady? I would rather be with you and serve you for the rest of my life."

Gao Qiang was frightened when he heard this, and his heart was as white as he felt. Thoughts flashed and he said bitterly: "Girl, we can't say we're dead here, why are we talking about that?"

Lan'er said: Brother, I mean, what if we want to go out? Should you respond to me?"

Gao Qiang smiled and said, "Well, my wife is about to give birth. If you don't dislike me, I will ask you little girl from Yang Zuo to serve my little Shibao. How about it?"

Lan'er said happily: "It's so great! Lan'er thanked her brother here."

Lan'er was about to kowtow to Gao Qiang in the cloth bag, but Gao Qiang hurriedly stopped him and said, "Don't panic, why do you want to leave Mrs. Seven?"

Lan'er hesitated for a while and said, "Brother, our master, the ninth room wife to the seventeenth room wife, were both maids like me before."

Gao Qiang was stunned and laughed: "The little guy knows a lot."

Lan'er said "um" and was so embarrassed that she stopped talking.

Gao Qiang said: "You stay quietly and I will try this fourth level of mind method again."

Lan'er said anxiously: "Brother, do you still want to try? You, you were injured just now." "My injury is healed," Gao Qiang had already stood up and moved his body, his eyes flashing, and his energy was full of energy. It turned out that he had just used his verbal skills to repair his old injuries, in addition to relaxing his heart, he was silently using his skills to repair his old injuries. He was not very injured, but he had just reversed his breath. With the wonderful use of innate true qi, his injuries healed after an hour of coma. After talking for a moment, he was intact.

Lan'er said: "Brother, you have to be careful, don't force it too much."

Gao Qiang said with a "hmm": "I wake up naturally.

He sat cross-legged again, turned on the parchment paper, looked at the faint handwriting, applied blood on it, looked at the fourth level of mental method, and practiced silently again.

In the entire secret room, but listening to his breathing sounds, like a cow panting, like a dragon swallowing, heavy and long. After a while, his breathing sounds gradually weakened, and the intervals became shorter and shorter. He seemed to panting like chest tightness and shortness of breath, his face was blue and red, and sometimes it turned purple.

Gao Qiang's exercise of his skills this time was less than halfway through before, but he felt that his bones were swelling, and his headache was like a needle, and his true energy was about to move, as if he was about to break out of his body.

Gao Qiang knew that if he continued to practice hard, he would be insane. He had no choice but to take the technique and opened his eyes to see that his clothes were soaked in sweat. He sighed helplessly, sat down next to the cloth bag and said, "Lan'er, I'm incompetent. After all, I can't practice this skill."

Lan'er comforted Gao Qiang in the cloth bag and said, "Brother, don't worry. I heard from them that the Great Transfer of the Universe is the supreme treasure of the Ming Cult. Most people cannot get into the door after practicing hard for more than ten years. It is a miracle that you can practice the third level of the new method in half a day."

Gao Qiang snorted and refused to answer, thinking: What do you little girl know? If it weren't for the similarity between Tai Chi Thirteen Styles of Mind and Law, how could I avoid the barrier so easily?

Lan'er listened to Gao Qiang without saying a word and continued, "Brother, can you do this skill if I can't practice it? I have a request?"

Gao Qiang said: "Just say it."

Lan'er sobbed in grievance: "Brother, I've been bored in this bag for most of a day. Even if I die, I will not die in this cloth bag. You can save me. We can't get out of the big cage, at least break free from this small cage."

Gao Qiang said: "Okay, I'll help you!"

He squatted down, lifted the cloth bag head, frowned and untied it for a long time, but it still failed. Instead, Lan'er's soft body leaned against him and became hot.

Gao Qiang was at a loss: "It is impossible to solve it, unless you use sharp weapons to pierce the pocket."

Lan'er said happily: "Brother, you must have magical weapons, right?"

Gao Qiang smiled awkwardly and said, "I used to meet you, but now I don't."

Lan'er was stunned in the cloth bag, and then sobbed in a low voice.

Gao Qiang made an eagle claw with his hand and used the Nine Yin Divine Claws to tear it hard. He didn't know that this cloth bag was so strong that it could resist his full strength and not move at all. The high-strength Nine Yin Divine Claw could withstand ordinary sword slashing, but it was a physical body, not as sharp as a sword. He thought: "If the monk from Shaolin practices the Great Vajra Finger comes, he might be able to tear open the cloth bag."

Gao Qiang gently straightened Lan'er, comforted her a few words, stood up, looked around, his eyes suddenly lit up, and saw the shiny dagger inserted into his chest when Mrs. Yang committed suicide, and the dagger was circulating and cold, but it looked like a magic weapon.

Gao Qiang walked up quickly, looked at the two piles of dry bones, and silently said in his heart: Mrs. Yang, Lan'er and I will bury you with you. It is not an exaggeration to use your knife, right?

He carefully reached out his hand to take out the shiny dagger from Mrs. Yang's five finger bones, and exerted a little force. Unexpectedly, Mrs. Yang's five finger bones were all broken, as if Mrs. Yang's skull had moved, and his black eyes were staring at him.

Gao Qiang was so scared that he gritted his teeth and took out the dagger. But he saw that the dagger was white and clear, and some animal bones were carved into the ground, and the weapon was filled with warm breath, but the weapon was shining brightly, which seemed extraordinary.

Gao Qiang lifted the dagger, patted Lan'er gently through the bag, and said, "You sit down, I'll cut the pocket on it to see if it's OK."

Lan'er nodded obediently and said, "Brother, I'll sit down, you can do it."

Gao Qiang lifted the head of the cloth bag with one hand and stepped on the cloth bag with both legs. He originally wanted to clamp Lan'er with only his legs, but after thinking about it, he gave up this move.

With his other hand, he stabbed the dagger hard towards the cloth bag. At first, he couldn't stab it in. When his internal strength was added, he heard the hissing sound like a scrambled pot and cut the dagger in. Gao Qiang man shouted, and the dagger was cut horizontally, and the monk's cloth bag was cut open.

The cloth bag squirmed, and a head was poked out, the maid dressed up, her face was horned with pink shoes, big eyes, and crooked mouth.

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