Chapter 17 Forget the Valley

"Oh! What's wrong with you?" The woman looked at Liu Xinzheng curiously and looked at Liu Xinzheng's sad appearance!

Liu Xinzheng was seriously injured and still unconscious. He regarded the woman as Li Zhenyan again, stretched out his hand and grabbed the woman's slender hand, and shouted again: "Yan'er."

The woman was obviously scared by Liu Xinzheng's move and hurriedly withdrew her hand.

Liu Xinzheng came to her senses and said quickly, "I'm sorry!"

"Is she a very important person to you?" The woman asked carelessly.

"Hmm! Very important, very important people!"

"My name is Fang Rong! My grandfather always calls me Ronger, and you can also call me like this. This place is called Wangyou Valley. I saw you in the open space at the bottom of the valley. My grandfather is good at medical skills. He treated the wound for you!" Fang Rong said with a smile, "I want to believe that you and she will definitely see each other again. Don't be unhappy anymore, okay?"

Liu Xinzheng saw Fang Rong's naive appearance and couldn't bear to be sad alone and smiled reluctantly.

"Young is good! It's a miracle that you can wake up after being so seriously injured! What a miracle!" While the old man was talking, an old man walked into the bamboo house and came directly to Liu Xinzheng and sat on the bamboo bed. Before saying anything, he directly grabbed Liu Xinzheng's wrist to take his pulse.

The old man was dressed in gray cloth and mixed with countless silver silk on his head. His face was not as full of wrinkles as the old man of his age, but he looked very energetic, and there was no posture of the old man at all. I think he is Fang Rong's grandfather.

Huh? What a strange!" The old man took Liu Xinzheng's pulse and touched his forehead with his hand to show doubtful eyes.

Liu Xinzheng saw that the old man did not dare to neglect his pulse: "Presumably, it was the predecessor who saved the lives of the younger generation, and the younger generation thanked here!" After saying that, Liu Xin was about to get up to salute the old man, but he was pressed by the old man to ** and could not move.

The old man said, "Don't call me. My name is Fang Tianyu! If you don't mind, just call me grandpa like Ronger.

As soon as Liu Xinzheng heard the name Fang Tianyu, he suddenly sat up and looked carefully at the old man in front of him again. He couldn't help saying, "He is Fang Tianyu, who is the highest generation in the world today, the oldest, and also known as the strongest sword saint in martial arts!"

Fang Tianyu, Li Ao and Liu Xinzheng. Although Liu Xinzheng and Li Ao are as famous as Fang Tianyu, it does not mean that they are on the same level, but because there is really no one in the world, and Fang Tianyu has not heard from them for a long time, so people slowly made the three of them the same name.

"Are the predecessors Fang Tianyu, who has been victorious in the world for a long time? The younger generation Liu Xin is meeting the seniors here!" Liu Xin is saying happily.

Fang Tianyu smiled and could see that he looked a little complaed: "Ha ha, it's all old. I didn't expect that someone in the world would remember me. It's really rare!"

Liu Xinzheng smiled and said, "The senior is too modest."

Fang Rong looked at the two people and smiled so innocently. Suddenly, she remembered something and hurriedly asked, "Grandpa, you just said something strange. What do you mean? Does it have anything to do with Brother Liu's injury?

Fang Tianyu nodded and explained to Liu Xinzheng and Fang Rong, "Well, the day you met him at the bottom of the valley, I had already seen the injury for him. He was seriously injured by the sword, and his internal organs had been injured by the sword spirit. He fell from the cliff and did not break the bone. At that time, I was surprised enough, but he still He was seriously injured. I only said that he could wake up and can't get out of bed. I didn't expect that I would heal him again today, but I found that his injuries were basically healed and his internal organs had recovered. Isn't it strange?

Fang Rong was relieved and could see that he was really worried about Liu Xinzheng. That's a good thing! Presumably, Brother Liu's lucky man has his own secret blessing, and then he has overcome the difficulties.

Fang Tianyu nodded and said, "I think this is the only way, otherwise he can't be cured even if he has reached the peak of such a serious injury."

Liu Xin was listening to Fang Tianyu's words and felt strange that it was impossible for him to fall from such a high cliff. He vaguely remembered that he understood the void step at the moment of life and death, but later he fainted! Why didn't he fall to death?

Shaking his head, Liu Xinzheng no longer thinks much about it. It's naturally a good thing to be alive. Why do you have to think about breaking your head? Elder Fang, I don't know when the younger generation's injury will heal? Liu Xinzheng asked.

Fang Tianyu smiled and said, "With your resilience, you should be cured in less than a month!"

Liu Xinzheng immediately smiled happily after hearing this. He had a 30-day appointment with Huang Quan. If he could recover within a month, of course, it was what he wanted most.

Two days later, Liu Xinzheng was ready to get out of bed. When he walked out of the bamboo house, he saw the most beautiful scenery of his life. A deep path spread in front of the bamboo house, and all kinds of strange flowers and plants on both sides of the path were overwhelming. He remembered that Fang Rong once said that the valley was called Wangyou Valley. Now it seems that the word "Wangyou" is really In response to the name of this valley.

Fang Rong is a generous girl. Fang Tianyu once told Liu Xinzheng that this naive child once had a bloody memory.

Her parents were also people. When Fang Rong was 12 years old, his parents were killed. When Fang Tianyu saw the child, she was so scared that she didn't know how to speak. At that time, Fang Tianyu was also tired of fighting and killing in the world, so he took Fang Rong to the bottom of the valley. Since he came to the bottom of the valley. Fang Rong's mood gradually improved, and until today she seems to have forgotten all the events of that year.

Liu Xin is looking at the girl in front of her, thinking about her experience, as well as Zhang Yang, Li Zhenyan, and Huang Quan. They are all lost relatives. In this world, it seems that they will always be full of blood and the same tragedy.

Today you kill my relatives and friends, and tomorrow I will kill your relatives and friends. The grievances are endless. How many people can handle who is right and who is wrong?

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At the top of Wangyou Valley, a unkempt man sat on the edge of the cliff, with his legs placed in the cliff. It seemed that there was a possibility of falling down at any time. The man held a rusty knife in his right hand. His mouth was dry and cracked, and his dry lips moved, making a faint voice: "Five days, five days, big brother I haven't come back yet!"

On his right hand side, there is a knife-cut "positive" on the rock. This person is Zhang Yang.

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At the bottom of the valley, Liu Xin is running in the flowers with Fang Rong. He seems to have forgotten everything, and he also hopes to do so. He hopes to live in this moment forever, because he is extremely relaxed, but he can't let go. He will go of the 30-day appointment anyway, because he knows that someone is waiting for him and waiting for him with incomparably firmly. .

He looked at the top of the cliff that he could not see, sighed faintly, and the naive Fang Rong's hard-won mood disappeared.

"It's ironic that there is such a beautiful place under such an ugly and evil Fengdu." Liu Xin was coming to the place where he fell, where he found his ancient sword. The ancient sword had been broken into two pieces, but Liu Xin was still taking him with him.

The days in the Valley of Forgetting Worry seemed to pass quickly. Twenty days passed in a blink of an eye. Under Fang Rong's care, Liu Xinzheng's injury recovered ten days earlier than Fang Tianyu expected. Liu Xinzheng's injury was naturally would not forget his 30-day appointment with Huang Quan. He decided to hone his swordsmanship in these ten days.

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On the cliff above the Valley of Forgetfulness, Zhang Yang's beard was already very long. His hair was scattered on his shoulders, and a bird kept pecking on his head. Suddenly, Zhang Yang grabbed the bird with his right hand and was caught. His eyes were full of blood, and his thirsty lips were slightly beaten. Under the bird, his right hand tightened, and the bird cried and died. A drop of bird blood fell into his mouth in his clenched right hand.

After drinking the bird's blood, Zhang Yang was still a little insufficient. He pulled away the bird's hair and swallowed a raw bird directly.

There are five "positive" words on the stone on his right hand these days.

"Twenty days, 20 days have passed, and the eldest brother hasn't heard from him yet."