Inside the building.
The old man's rough and wide palm fell, and the pain and restraint disappeared.
The Pavilion Master suddenly felt free again. She tried to move her body, and suddenly a cramping pain came from her abdomen. The pavilion master lowered his head in disbelief. A black and hard 'giant needle' pierced his smooth lower abdomen at some point. The 'giant needle' pierced the pavilion master's body from the back, pierced out from near the Dantian, and then penetrated deeply into the ground. The master of the pavilion tried to pull out the 'giant needle', but it was in vain. Firstly, the 'giant needle' was inserted too deep. Secondly, she had no strength at this time and felt that all her internal organs were being twisted together. As long as she moved even a little bit, it would be extremely painful.
Suddenly, the roof of the half-collapsed hut was lifted open. Seeing the scene in front of them, the four anxious people froze, with extremely shocked expressions on their faces——
Among the three most powerful and invincible Grand Masters in the Central Plains, one was lying on the bed dying, one was stabbed into the chest by a giant sword and was lifeless, and one was pierced by a huge black arrow and his life or death was uncertain, while there was a comatose young man lying on the ground. , blood kept flowing from his mouth.
Ji Yang looked at his teacher solemnly. Feeling the disciple's gaze, the teacher raised his finger with difficulty and pointed at Qilang who was lying on the ground. Ji Yang understood that although he wanted to go forward to see the teacher's condition at the moment, he still chose to follow the teacher's instructions and go forward to see Qilang's condition first.
Seeing Ji Yang coming forward, Young Master Wenhe and Jian Yeshi recovered from their shock and hurried forward, running towards the old flower farmer and the pavilion master.
Jian Yeshi looked at this giant sword that was higher than his master, and was extremely shocked - this must be the 'sword' that the master said... Although he knew it was huge, he never thought of this sword called 'Bafang Zhi' The sword will be so great!
Perhaps this was fate. Twenty-five years later, this giant sword pierced Zhehelan's chest again, and even the position was almost the same.
Jian Yeshi was a little panicked. No matter how high his cultivation level was, he was helpless in the face of this situation. He stretched out his hand to explore Zhehelan's mouth and nose, and the faint breath that still existed made him feel a little at ease. Seeing the horrific wound on his master's chest, his first reaction was to pull the giant sword out of his chest.
Thinking of this, he held Zhehelan's thin body with one hand and wanted to pull out the sword with the other hand.
"If you don't want your master to die on the spot, don't do this."
Ji Yangyu's voice came from behind. Although his mind was always on his junior brother, when he saw Jian Yeshi wanting to draw the sword directly, he opened his mouth to dissuade him.
Did he want to mislead me so that Master would miss the best time for treatment? Jian Yeshi looked at Ji Yang and Yu warily. His hand stopped on the hilt of the sword, his expression looking extremely hesitant. He didn't believe Ji Yanghe at first, but watching Ji Yanghe treat Qilang seriously, and thinking about other people's comments about Ji Yanghe, he didn't seem to think that he was lying to him.
"I've heard for a long time that Brother Yang and Brother are well-read, and know astronomy and geography. They are all knowledgeable in medicine, music, archery, charioteering, calligraphy, and mathematics without any teachers. I sincerely ask Brother Yang to help me!"
Facing the seriously injured pavilion master Wen He, she was also helpless. When she heard Ji Yang asked him to speak, she suddenly remembered that this third senior brother from a poor family was proficient in medical skills, so she immediately asked for help.
After hearing this, Jian Yeshi hesitated for a moment, and then knelt down behind Ji Yang with a 'pop' sound, and said solemnly, eagerly and piously: "Please show your respect, Mr. Ji!".
After saying that, Jian Yeshi kowtowed three times, for fear that Ji Yang would disagree.
The scene in front of them is somewhat intriguing. The two people who were fighting inseparably just now are now kneeling on the ground begging for each other, which makes people sigh.
Ji Yanghe ignored Jianyeshi who was kneeling behind him. He was still dealing with Qilang's injuries with all his strength. Jianyeshi was heartbroken when he saw this, but he still did not give up and kept kowtowing to Jiyanghe. , as long as his master still has a breath, he will not give up.
"Mr. Ji——"
Jianye Shi's forehead was already red and covered with mud.
Wen and Young Master were equally anxious at the side. Every time the Pavilion Master delayed, a little bit of her life was lost. But compared to Jian Ye Shi, she was still calm at this moment because she was sure that Ji Yang would not ignore death - Old Flower Farmer He and the Pavilion Master have been fatally injured, and even if they are saved, they can only survive. It is probably more difficult to return to the strength of the previous great master than to reach the sky. Faced with such a situation, Ji Yang and Dan will not ignore it.
"Don't disturb Brother Yang and Brother! After Brother Yang and Brother deal with Mr. Seven's injuries, they will definitely help you and me."
Jian Yeshi looked at Mr. Wenhe in confusion. Although he didn't know why Mr. Wenhe made such a conclusion, he had no choice but to stop disturbing him at this moment and chose to wait quietly.
Sure enough, after Ji Yang and Qian Qilang had taken care of his injuries and determined that Qilang was no longer in danger, they turned around and came to Zhe Helan. He raised his hand to check the old flower farmer's pulse, then observed the direction and depth of the sword piercing his chest, and then said to Jianye Shi without looking back -
"Hold steady."
"What?"
Before Jian Yeshi could react, when he recalled Ji Yangyu's words, he couldn't help but feel overjoyed and hurriedly stepped forward to help his master.
Seeing this, Ji Yangyu pushed aside Zhe Helan's clothes, tapped his chest twice, then grabbed the giant sword with his hand, and pulled the sword out of the old flower farmer's chest. Gurgling blood flowed from the wound, and the sword leaves The stone heart was twisted like a knife, and without the support of the giant sword, the old flower farmer lay helplessly in the arms of the sword leaf stone.
"I have sealed his heart. His life is not in danger for the time being. Go to the city quickly to find a doctor and catch him according to the prescription I wrote."
Ji Yangyu said calmly, as if he had just done a very ordinary and normal thing. Later, Ji Yangyu picked up a pen from the ground. He looked around and found that all the paper in the shabby room had been wet and blown away.
Upon seeing this, Jian Yeshi hurriedly fell in front of Ji Yang and said, "Mr. Ji, please write it on your lower back!"
Ji Yangyu was not polite when he saw this. He raised his hand and wrote a few lines. Then he put down the pen and said, "There are two sets of prescriptions here, one for external application and the other for internal use."
"Thank you, Mr. Ji - thank you, Mr. Ji -"
After hearing this, Jian Yeshi thanked him repeatedly, and then left with Zhe Helan on his back.
Seeing this, Jiang Changming raised his sword to stop him, blocking the path of Jianye Shi.
Jian Yeshi carried his master on his back and had no desire to fight in his heart. He looked at Jiang Changming with almost desperate and crazy eyes, and then turned back to look at Ji Yangyu with a slight pleading.
Ji Yangyu looked at Jiang Changming, then turned to look at the gentleman lying on the bed, and then nodded to Jiang Changming. Afterwards, Jiang Changming put down his sword and allowed Master Jian Yeshi and his apprentice to leave.
Ji Yangyu walked up to the pavilion master and carefully checked the pavilion master's injuries. Then, he bowed slightly to the pavilion master and said, "I'm sorry for being rude."
The master of the pavilion suddenly laughed and said: "Mr. Lao Ji is here, please do as you please."
Ji Yang also tore the clothes off the pavilion master's abdomen. The smooth and flat abdomen was in sharp contrast with the horrific wounds and the giant black arrow, which made people feel goosebumps. The giant arrow was inserted too deep into the ground and might be difficult to pull out. After tapping the pavilion master's lower abdomen a few times, Ji Yang and Wen He slowly pulled the pavilion master's body out along the giant arrow. The pavilion master endured the severe pain and allowed his body to move on the giant arrow. When the giant arrow completely separated from his body, the pavilion master's eyes darkened and he fainted.
Young Master Wenhe bowed to Ji Yang, then bowed to his husband, picked up the pavilion master's delicate body, and walked down the mountain.
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The old man's breathing became weaker and weaker, and he held on for a breath, as if this was his last nostalgia and reluctance for this world before he died.
Wen Junchen, Ji Yangyu, Zichun and Cheng Daliang stood aside silently, while Qilang was still unconscious.
The old man's lips moved slightly. Wen Junchen immediately stepped forward and heard only a few intermittent words coming from the old man's mouth.
"Old...youngest..."
"Teacher, please don't worry, my junior brother is fine."
Ye Changshan also fainted after completing that shocking arrow. When Yiyi and Zichun found Ye Changshan beside the black coffin, he had already fallen to the ground. But compared to Qilang, Ye Changshan seemed more like he fell asleep from exhaustion. After settling Ye Changshan, Cheng Daliang trotted all the way to the courtyard, pulling Zichun hurriedly towards the shabby room, while Yiyi continued to choose to stay.
Hearing that Ye Changshan was well, the old man smiled knowingly. The last worry in his heart was gone, and the old man's mood became better, without any sadness of separation——
After more than a hundred years, I have finally reached this moment. Let the young people mess with the Central Plains that I have protected and sacrificed my whole life for!
He had never been so weak as long as he could remember. There was no strength in his whole body, and every part of his body was in great pain. At this time, his eye sockets were deeply sunken, and every inch of skin on his body was cracking and peeling. His hair and beard were also falling off, and he was so withered that he looked like a corpse. Skeleton, there is no hope of any life.
He is so skinny and ugly...
but--
He is so beautiful, refined and incomparable...
Suddenly, a whole life's past flashed before my eyes, so clear, so vivid... Familiar figures, vivid faces, including partners, enemies, relatives and loved ones - my father and mother. , Brother Shimao, and those who have fought side by side... If we are destined, we will meet each other soon...
By the way...and Qingbo...
The old man tried hard to open his eyes, trying to see clearly the young figures in front of him, but his vision gradually became blurred. In the end, the old man gave up his efforts...
Stop watching! gone! We will meet again one day, so why linger on for a while?
The old man's eyes widened, and then slowly closed, his expression looking extremely peaceful.
He finally left...
Everyone could no longer control their emotions and burst into tears. Among them, Cheng Daliang burst out in mourning. He walked to the bedside, hugged the old man's body and burst into tears. He cried so heart-breakingly that everyone who saw it could not help but mourn. Wen Junchen and Zichun stood behind Cheng Daliang with red eyes, looking at the old man quietly and saying their final goodbyes. Ji Yangyu looked unfazed. He walked out of the dilapidated thatched house silently, turned his back to everyone and closed his eyes. Two lines of heat flowed down his cheeks...
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At night, in the bright night sky, suddenly a very bright star flickered on and off, then passed across the night sky, and finally set in the west...
In the Chu Palace, an extremely desolate sound of the piano penetrated the entire palace. At this moment, all the birds suddenly sang together, as if singing an elegy...
Beside the Chu River, the blacksmith stood with his hands behind his hands. Forgetting the fall of the star, he turned and looked north. Then, he grabbed a handful of dirt from the ground and threw it into the turbulent river...
In the Wei Palace, an old man with pale hair and beard suddenly put down the broom in his hand and looked up at the night sky. Looking at the star that flickered between lights and dims, he was suddenly filled with thoughts. When he saw the star finally crossing the night sky and setting in the west, he closed his eyes and sighed. The old man faced the west and lowered his head silently, as if to express his grief.
After a while, the old man opened his eyes, raised his head, picked up the broom again, and cleaned the deserted palace over and over again...
…
Outside the Tianmen Pass, in the Northern Barbarian camp, a barbarian with disheveled hair and a long staff stood outside the simple tent. The top of the long staff was a human skull, and there was a large string of beautiful silver bells strung underneath. He was extremely delicate, and compared with the terrifying The skull looked out of place. The biting cold wind blew by, and the silver bell made a crisp sound. The sound was particularly ethereal, as if it could spread throughout the empty wasteland and spread to every corner.
Hearing the bell, the barbarian suddenly felt something. He suddenly raised his head and looked at the night sky, and the star also attracted his attention. He stared at the star without even blinking. After the star fell and disappeared from the sky, the barbarian suddenly laughed like crazy. He laughed very wildly and unrestrainedly, and shouted loudly——
"The mountain peak has me as the top——"
Finally, he picked up his long staff, mounted his horse, and finally disappeared into the darkness...
