Chapter 695

 "What did you just say? You fell under the Broken Soul Cliff? Could it be... Could it be... You are that brat Wu Feng? The little apprentice of Daoist Qingfeng?!" The man turned his head, trying to see Wu Feng clearly. Feng's face, but it was too dark, and Wu Feng stepped on his back, he couldn't see clearly at all, and he was sweating all over in a hurry.

 "That's right! I'm Wu Feng..." Wu Feng replied, feeling something was wrong at the same time, and said in surprise: "Oh! No, how do you know me? You know my master, who are you?!"

 "Stinky boy! Let me go quickly. I am the old Liu who guards Yizhuang. It is you, Uncle Liu. We met once before. Have you forgotten?" Old Liu's voice was extremely excited, and his whole body trembled with excitement. Come.

 When he heard that this person was Old Liu Tou, Wu Feng's whole body was shocked, his mind was buzzing, tears almost rolled down his face, he quickly moved away the foot that was pressing on the back of Old Liu's head, He helped old Liu up, and said in a trembling voice, "Uncle Liu...is it really you? Is it really you?"

 Trembling, Old Liu took out a torch from his pocket, hit it a few times, then lit the torch, walked to the side, lit another torch, and then approached Wu Feng, Scrutinizing his eyes carefully, with tears in his eyes, he said in a trembling voice, "It really is you...it really is you brat... Both the old man and your master thought that you fell to the bottom of the Broken Soul Cliff and died... I didn't expect you to be alive... you're still alive..."

 As Old Liu said, he kept groping Wu Feng's body up and down with his dead wood-like hands, and truly felt Wu Feng's throbbing pulse, confirming that he was a living person. It wasn't a ghost, so I felt relieved, but I still couldn't help shaking my whole body, which was caused by being too excited.

 Wu Feng's tears had already burst out, and he hugged Old Liu's thin body, wept with joy, and muttered to himself: "It really is Uncle Liu, it really is you... I finally saw you... "

 "Stupid child...don't cry...don't cry...it's good to be alive...it's good to be alive...if your master knows that you're still alive, maybe you will be so happy." Old Liu kept patting his head Wu Feng's back was comforted with a soft voice.

 Hearing that old Liu mentioned his master, Wu Feng hurriedly wiped away his tears, and hurriedly said, "By the way, old man Liu, where is my master? Where is he going now?"

 Old Liu Tou let out a long sigh, pulled Wu Feng to a rock and sat down. By the light of the torches in the cave, Wu Feng glanced into the cave and saw some relatively simple decorations inside the cave, including a pile of haystacks. On a flat stone, it is obviously a simple bed. There is a large iron pot beside it, and there is half a bag of rice beside it. Near the iron pot, there are a lot of ashes from firewood. I lived in this cave for a long time.

 "Wu Feng...you brat! You have made me and your master miserable... Your master and I always thought that you had fallen to the bottom of the soul-breaking cliff and fell to your death. Even if you didn't fall to your death, you fell When we were on the cliff, we were also poisoned by corpse poison. We thought that you would definitely not survive. We really didn’t expect you to appear in front of me alive. Until now, my old man has not reacted. At the beginning, the old man I thought I met a ghost... Tell me, how did you survive? How did you get out of this cliff? How did you get here in the past year or so? "Old Liu asked like a cannonball.

(End of this chapter)

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