The room was packed with people, and people lined up on both sides, quietly waiting for the old man to speak.
"Teacher! Can't you even do anything?" Zichun asked eagerly when his husband remained silent for a long time.
The husband looked at his apprentice without saying a word. His eyes were extremely calm, but he didn't know what was hidden under this calmness, whether it was love, annoyance, or anger. But these are not important anymore. What is important is that Ye Changshan is lying in front of him at this time, and he is powerless -
Even though he has been the most powerful and supreme guardian of the Central Plains for hundreds of years.
He has witnessed countless births, old age, illness and death, and joys and sorrows are not uncommon. But no matter who they are, he can accept them calmly when they leave him, because this is nature, this is the law, this is how life should be, he He has spent his whole life comprehending the world, how could he not understand this simple truth? All he would do is pour a glass of wine and sprinkle it on the ground to commemorate the dead and the stories that happened to them.
Even Qi Shimao and Bo Qingbo were nothing more than this.
But today, facing Ye Changshan, whose life was passing away bit by bit, he actually felt a trace of sadness - this was an unprecedented feeling, and even he himself found it a bit unbelievable.
Does your heart really become softer as you get older?
In fact, Yiyi has had this feeling before. When Wang Liuer kicked the little white dog hard with his foot, what did the little white dog do wrong? Such a cute and beautiful weak life should be met with such malice in the world. At this time, he tasted the same feeling as Yiyi. The young man in front of him should have a happy and beautiful family, but he suffered so much for no reason because of something that had nothing to do with him. Doesn't this make him sad? Does he feel sad?
Can't I really stop this from happening?
Yuyin had reminded himself long ago, but he was unmoved. Was he too confident? Too conceited? Or... cruel?
If I had not let the two young men go down the mountain in the past few days, if I had informed the third child in advance to make him more alert, if he had gone down the mountain earlier...it was a pity that there was no if.
The old man gently tidied Ye Changshan's quilt, as if this was the only thing he could do for his young disciple. Then, he turned to face the people in the room and said quietly——
"The name of this poison is 'pay attention'"
'Pay attention'? A short passage flashed through Ji Yang's mind. He could not quite remember the original text of this passage, but this poison left a deep impression on him.
The old man continued: "The poison of 'Beware' was introduced from the southern barbarian land. The prescription of the poison is unknown, and there is no antidote yet. Very few people have seen it, just because it is extremely toxic. It is said that you can be poisoned by just smelling it. . And the poison of 'Beware' is colorless and odorless, or it can be in the form of powder, or it can become gas when burned. Even if it is touched by the skin of the body, it will penetrate the epidermis and enter the body, spreading throughout the body through the blood vessels..."
Is this poison... really so powerful? Everyone thought secretly in their hearts.
"Those who were poisoned by this poison did not have any obvious symptoms at first, and then when the poison struck, their limbs were paralyzed and they were unconscious. However, this poison is very weird. No part of the body is not affected by its poison, except the heart, which is why it is named 'Beware'. Although the poisoned person cannot survive, he will not die immediately. Since the body has been damaged and only his heart is left, the poisoned person can often survive, and it may take several months or several years before he completely dies. It is like standing on the At the door of hell, one foot remains outside and the other foot steps into the door of rebirth, wandering between life and death. The pain can be imagined."
What kind of poison is this! It makes life and death impossible!
The more everyone listened, the more uncomfortable they felt, as if they could feel the torment and pain Ye Changshan was going through at this moment. If it is true as Mr. said, then...then it would be better to die.
"I...I should have discovered the clues earlier, so..." Zichun blamed herself so much that her eyes gradually turned red.
"This poison... has no cure, Zichun, you don't have to be sad." The gentleman said in relief.
Yiyi was already sobbing quietly at the side. Seeing this, Zichun wiped away his tears, walked to Yiyi's side, and buried Yiyi's head on his shoulder. Yiyi was already half a head taller than Zichun, but she still lowered her head and hunched her back, completely sinking her head on Zichun's shoulder, as if she no longer had the courage and strength to look up one more time.
"Teacher, can we just watch him die in front of us?" Wen Junchen asked.
The gentleman did not answer, he just said four words very inexplicably, and these four words made everyone in the room feel puzzled and even a little uneasy——
"They're coming."
who are they? Where have you come? What to do again?
When everyone was just confused like Monk Zhanger, the gentleman closed his eyes and said softly: "Everyone, please go out."
"Can......"
The gentleman shook his head slowly. Wen Junchen wanted to ask more questions, but he had to give up and asked everyone to leave the room.
Seeing that Wen Junchen was also about to leave, Mr. Wen called his disciple to stop him: "Junchen, please stay."
Wen Junchen sent everyone away silently, then closed the door and came to the teacher's side.
"Teacher, junior brother, he..."
The husband said calmly: "I won't survive more than three days."
"Three days!? Didn't the third one say, 'It can be as short as a few months, or as long as a few years'? Why does the younger brother only have three days left?"
"This poison is different from other poisons. The weaker the poisoned person is, the longer he can survive."
Wen Junchen was startled at first, and then shocked. In the past three years, the physical strength of the younger junior brother has already exceeded that of ordinary people. If it were an ordinary person, he could still persist for months or even years. If so, one can still expect the teacher and the fifth junior sister to find a good antidote. But now, in just three days, this makes What should they do?
Three days! These 'children' really gave me, an old man, a big problem. My husband suddenly laughed at himself. Afterwards, he pondered: Do we really need to use that method? There is only one way to save Ye Changshan, and what choice will I make as a person who is about to die in the loess? What a vicious plan. I'm afraid she is the only one in the world who can come up with such a vicious plan...
Thinking of the undercurrent of the Central Plains, the gentleman sighed softly and said, "Jun Chen, please promise me one thing."
Wen Junchen was slightly startled, and then replied seriously: "Teacher, please speak."
"Keep Yingping."
"What?"
Wen Junchen was very puzzled. It was Ye Changshan whose life or death was obviously uncertain. Why did the teacher let him guard Yingping? Could it be...
"Teacher! Are you going to..."
With a bang, the door of the room was pushed open. Ji Yangyu changed from his usual calm demeanor. He rushed in with a solemn expression and said in a slightly pleading tone: "Teacher, you must not do this!"
Seeing the usually calm Ji Yang lose his composure, Wen Junchen also asked anxiously: "The third child? This...is this?"
Ji Yangyu ignored Wen Junchen's inquiry at all. He, who had always been so proud, knelt down abruptly——
"Teacher! I beg you, disciple!"
It turned out that as soon as the teacher said the word 'pay attention', Ji Yang and his heart knew that there was only one way to detoxify this poison. Contact Yuyin's descent from the mountain, and then contact the teacher who just said 'they are coming', Ji Yang and he had already faintly grasped He understood the key to the whole thing. Although it was like a thin thread, as long as he kept touching it, he would definitely be able to see the whole thing clearly. Therefore, he did not choose to leave, but secretly hid outside the door. When the teacher said the words "Keep Yingping" to the second senior brother again, he suddenly understood. He understood everything. Everything was not directed at the younger junior brother. They had only one goal - that is, sir!
Seeing the third junior brother kneeling down, Wen Junchen seemed to understand something. He looked at his teacher in shock, raised his finger and pointed at him, then pointed at Ye Changshan, and said in disbelief: "Teacher, you... .You want to..."
The body is a tool, and the blood is used as a matchmaker to perform the method of turning the stars and changing the sky, achieving the effect of changing the sky and changing the sun... Nine out of ten of the deceased will have their whole bodies broken and their meridians cut off. Those who live their lives will be as crazy as crazy, with a bloodthirsty nature, Killing intent...
right! It's the extremely dangerous method that Ji Yangyu said at the beginning! The 'blood exchange method' that Ji Yang and Ye Changshan mentioned at the beginning is now really going to be used on him!
According to legend, in a very long time ago, there was a blood transfusion method. The 'donor' and the 'recipient' faced each other and held each other's hands. The blood flows from Cun Guan Chi in the left wrist to Cun Guan Chi in the right wrist of the 'receiving party', and the blood of the 'receiving party' also flows from the left wrist into the right wrist of the 'donor'. This is what the article calls the 'shift of stars'. However, this method has been lost for a long time. Even after the formation of the Central Plains civilization, no one has tried this method again. Even if someone succeeded in ancient times, the saying goes, 'Nine out of ten people died with their whole bodies broken and their meridians cut off, and their whole lives were like crazy. Such as epilepsy, bloodthirsty nature and strong murderous intention also made Ji Yangyu feel very uneasy.
Thinking of this, Ji Yangyu spoke again, trying to stop his teacher——
"Teacher! Even if you use that method, the little junior brother may not survive!"
Looking at the dying disciple, the teacher smiled faintly and said: "As long as there is a glimmer of hope...just give it a try!"
"Then let your disciples be the 'mediators'!" Ji Yang persuaded Kuku.
The teacher waved his hand and said: "I am an old teacher and have one foot in the coffin. You are still young. There are still many things in this world that you need to face."
"But even if my junior brother manages to survive, if he can't control himself and becomes bloodthirsty, you are not afraid... you are not afraid that he will become... become the second one..."
Ji Yangyu's breathing became heavier as he talked, as if something was pressing on him, and as if something was stuck in his throat and stuck in his neck, making it impossible for him to say the next sentence smoothly.
The gentleman looked down at Ji Yangyu, his expression looked particularly calm, as if he had guessed what Ji Yangyu was going to say, or in other words, he was expecting Ji Yangyu to say this.
"speak out--"
Ji Yang and his teacher stared at him, their bodies trembling slightly uncontrollably. These three words have always been a taboo in the humble family. No one has ever dared to mention them in front of the teacher. But at such a critical moment today, facing At the teacher's request, Ji Yangyu mustered up the courage and finally chose to say those three words——
"Bo! Qing! Bo!"
After spitting out these three words one by one, Ji Yangyu swallowed with difficulty, then stabilized his breathing, lowered his head and closed his eyes and said, "Aren't you afraid that my junior brother will become the second Bo Qingbo?"
Looking at Ji Yanghe who was a little excited, the gentleman's face remained calm. Wen Junchen's heart skipped a beat when he heard this. He was the first person who dared to say this name in front of the teacher in so many years. At this time, he couldn't help but feel worried for his third junior brother. Then, seeing that the teacher didn't speak for a long time, Wen Junchen simply knelt down.
This kneeling brought the gentleman back from his memories. Seeing his two disciples kneeling in front of him, and thinking of that vague and familiar figure, he sighed softly and said: "Get up, isn't it Qingbo?" What...? What are you two afraid of..."
Wen Junchen and Ji Yang turned to look at each other, and then chose to stand up at the same time with a tacit understanding.
How long has it been since the name 'Qingbo' came out of my mouth... I didn't expect to mention it at this moment. That weak figure, that boy with talent comparable to mine, that young man in his prime, that killer The madman with red eyes... was surprised, even though he had already put him down, why did he still feel a trace of regret in his heart when he said these two words? Still miss you a little bit? Is he still alive now? If he is still alive, I really want to meet him...
"teacher?"
"Um?"
Ji Yangyu interrupted his husband's thoughts unceremoniously, because he knew that every moment now was very precious, because every moment of Ye Changshan's life and death was passing away.
There is not much time left for him...
There is not much time left for Ye Changshan...
"Wei Gong and the Cottage killed the parents of the younger brother, and now they are adding fuel to the fire and inflicting the poison on the younger brother. If the younger brother knows all this in the future, he will be too violent to suppress his murderous intention... We should..."
Reality and memories intertwined, and Bo Qingbo's figure magically overlapped with Ye Changshan... Recalling the past, Mr. felt a little sad and said: "If such a day comes, you will control him...imprison him... "
"But...but what if the disciple can't control him!"
Ji Yang stared at his teacher. He actually knew what he would do if one day came, but he still wanted to get a positive answer from the teacher.
"If you can't control it..." The teacher turned to look at the unconscious young disciple, with a trace of pity in his heart, and said: "If you can't control it, you and Lao Qi... can handle it on your own. ..."
Dispose of it yourself? What a self-disposal! After receiving the answer, Ji Yangyu finally lowered his head slowly, as if he didn't want to face this topic again...
Three days, I didn’t expect it to be so soon...
There is really not much time left for sir.
【It’s Monday again! As usual, 8pm~]
