: The Hidden World and Outer Heaven

"My God, there is really a world outside the sky here?" Zhou Tong suddenly screamed in surprise.

Xueer looked at him and said, "Of course there are, but it may not be as the legend of the Jianghu."

Zhuo Bufan asked Zhou Tong curiously. It turned out that Zhou Tong had been practicing martial arts since he was a child. His master was a well-known external practitioner in the world. He once talked to his friends about Tianshan Tianwaitian. According to legend, this is the place where gods live, and mortals who worship gods are all extremely skilled in martial arts. It is not just a sacred place in the eyes of martial arts people, but it has a bit of mythical color. Tianwaitian is easy to find, but few people can enter Tianwaitian. The consequences of rashly entering are very serious. I have never heard of anyone who can break in without the permission of his master and escape unscathed. Over the years, I don’t know how many famous players who were once in a while have lost their sight in Tianshan. Therefore, over time, this has become a forbidden area in the martial arts world and has become a reference for people to chat occasionally.

Yizhihua looked at it silently for a while, not knowing what she was thinking, her expression was calm but her chest was undulating. Obviously, he should have heard of this place.

Soon, a light boat came silently on the lake in the distance. The boat was very small. On it, an old man and a long wooden pole were gently drawn across the mirror-like water surface, as if he was afraid of disturbing the beautiful lake.

"Miss Xue, why are you back so soon?" The old man seemed to have not seen everyone by the lake, and he asked Xueer lovingly. The old man's hair and a young face were really like a god in the mountains. However, his behavior and movements were like an old boatman who had been rowing a boat for most of his life.

"Brother Qiao, I have something important to do, so I rushed back halfway. By the way, they are all my friends. I want to take them to find a master. Please take us there, okay?" Xueer said in a negotiated tone.

Qiao Bo looked embarrassed and said, "Girl, you don't know the rules, it's hard for me to do this."

The boat stopped by the lake, but the old man refused to agree, which made the flower that could not see his background a little impatient.

"You old man, you are just a ferryman, why are you so embarrassed for me? Don't nag like this anymore, let me wait for the boat!" Yizhihua showed the majesty of many years.

"Huh?" The old man smiled and looked at Xue'er who was waving his hands straight at Yizhihua. He looked at Zhihua for a few times, his eyes showing a strange look, and said, "Little girl, who are you? You are so young."

"Hmph, little baby, you are pretty good. Otherwise, let's play and pass us if you lose?" Yizhihua said without giving in.

"Little baby? You, call me a little baby?" The old man said angrily with his beard and glaring.

"If you really want to talk about it, you will still call me aunt, hehe." Yizhihua said old-fashionedly. At the end, she showed her little daughter's house and laughed, really stunned Zhuo Bufan, who knew the details.

"Wow, I'm not respectful to elders, I'll wait for my old woodcutter to teach you a lesson." As he said, the wooden pole in his hand shook, and a small piece of wood broke out from somewhere. He roared and hit the shoulder of a flower. The old man was indeed very skillful, and he was quite attentive.

A flowery hand moved slightly, and a little silver light flashed. The small piece of wood suddenly condensed in the air without moving forward or retreating, and then fell straight downward. An embroidery needle was vaguely visible on it.

"Good Kung Fu!" Lao Qiao was a person with a temperament and praised him with a thumbs up.

"It's not polite to come but not go!" As Yihua stopped drinking, the silver light hit him out for a few consecutive seconds.

"Wow, ah~", the old woodcut didn't expect Yizhihua to beat him as soon as he said it. He was in a hurry and avoided a few. However, one of them went straight to his chest. At that moment, he roared lowly. The embroidery needle that was barely approaching his chest seemed to be hit by an invisible force, changing direction. Even so, it also wiped the old man's shoulder and flew over. The old man took a step and cracked, and broke the horizontal baffle at the bottom of the wooden boat.

"Protect the body and protect the energy!" Yizhihua exclaimed, but stopped a handful of embroidery needles in her hand.

The old man wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, and saw a handful of embroidery needles in Yizhihua's hand, and quickly called out: "My mother, what kind of kung fu are you doing? You are simply my nemesis."

Yizhihua smiled, put away the embroidery needle in her hand and said, "It's my old friend, but I didn't expect that you are here and you lose. Let's get on the boat." His embroidery needle is the nemesis of this kind of qi. However, this old man is quite powerful in his martial arts. He is also a hero in the world.

When the old man heard Yizhihua's words, he looked at the tip of the tail of an embroidery needle on the pole in his hand, shook his head and said, "It turns out that there is heaven outside the sky. I thought that the heaven outside the sky was the ultimate in the world, but it turned out that there is still heaven outside the sky. Hahaha, okay, come on the boat. However, this boat is small, and the old man is old and weak, but he can't bring such people."

Hearing this, Xueer was very surprised and couldn't help but look at Yihua again. Everyone first placed the small bell, and Zhuo Bufan, Xueer and Yihua were all on the boat. When Zhou Tong came up, it was already full. At that moment, the boat carried everyone slowly toward the north bank, and the guards naturally stayed on the south bank to wait. They all brought dry food for several days, so Zhuo Bufan didn't have to worry about it.

Along the way, Lao Qiao and Yizhihua stopped talking, kept silent about what had happened just now, and no longer tested each other's origin and identity. Zhuo Bufan knew that these people in the martial arts world had their rules for their actions. Although they were curious, they could still suppress their temperament and not talk nonsense.

Not to mention himself, the old man is a person with a temperament. He looked at Yizhihua's expression and nodded, "No wonder, I came to seek medical treatment. Only here can heal such internal injuries."

After hearing the old man's words, Zhuo Bufan felt even more relieved. He had some knowledge of modern medicine. The so-called internal injuries were probably caused by internal bleeding due to internal organs. It was also a very troublesome thing in modern society. The surgery is certain. I don't know how to treat it in ancient times. Now, I am a little looking forward to it.

The lake surface was quite large, and it took about half an hour to fall down on the other side. As the distance narrowed, the hazy pavilions were gradually becoming clearer on the other side.
Chapter completed!