Shen Qingqian saw his stunned expression and asked, "What's wrong? Is there something wrong with the Divine Sword Manual?"
Shengze raised his head and looked at her with an indescribable expression.
"What's wrong?" Shen Qingqian touched her face, a little confused.
However, Shengze put the Divine Sword Manual into his arms, inserted the Divine Sword on the ground, and said in a deep voice: "I'll take care of this first."
They had used this place as their night camp just now, but due to the damage caused by two brown bears, this place was no longer suitable for sleeping outdoors.
Shengze still settled Shen Qingqian first, lit a bonfire in front of her, and then dragged away the bodies of the two brown bears.
Shen Qingqian's ankles were tingling, and she had no intention of paying attention to Shengze.
Anyone who has sprained their foot should have that profound feeling, especially the secondary trauma after the sprain, the stinging pain is simply fatal.
Shen Qingqian took out the golden needle. In order to prevent herself from becoming a cripple, it would be safer to do acupuncture again.
When Shengze came back, he saw Shen Qingqian pricking the needle himself. His eyes darkened for a moment, then he quickly stepped forward, squatted in front of Shen Qingqian and asked softly, "Does it hurt?"
"What do you think?" Shen Qingqian rolled her eyes at him angrily, "The acupuncture doesn't hurt, but the sprained area hurts."
As long as the acupuncture points are inserted correctly, there will be no pain, but the pain in the previously injured areas is unavoidable.
Shengze pursed his lips and said nothing.
When Shen Qingqian withdrew the needle and was about to stand up, Sheng Ze picked him up.
"This is not a good place to rest. Let's go up there." Sheng Ze carried the packed tent on his back and walked steadily through the mountains and forests with Shen Qingqian in his arms.
Shen Qingqian grabbed his clothes, the night covering her slightly red complexion.
Shengze has strong night vision and can see clearly the scene in the forest even without a torch.
Shen Qingqian didn't know, so she silently took out a mini flashlight to illuminate.
The sudden appearance of light caused Shengze to pause, but soon he continued to move forward quickly as if nothing had happened.
After walking for about two-quarters of an hour, we finally found another suitable place for camping.
"Wait for me," Shengze put Shen Qingqian down, "If you are hungry, eat something first to cushion your stomach."
He turned around to set up a tent, and found a stone from nowhere with a hole the size of a sea bowl dented in the middle. He placed a wide leaf in the stone hole, poured water in it, and set it on the bonfire to burn.
Water was boiling here. After Sheng Ze told Shen Qingqian to call him if anything happened, he went to the stream again.
After a while, he came back quickly holding a fork made of a tree branch. There were two fat and tender fish on the fork.
Seeing Shen Qingqian sitting well at the door of the tent, Shengze secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
He planted the branches on the ground and lit a fire to grill the fish.
There was still some seasoning he got from her last night, but Sheng Ze didn't ask Shen Qingqian for it at this moment.
Seeing him busy alone, Shen Qingqian rested her chin with one hand and seemed less resistant to him.
"Shengze," Shen Qingqian suddenly asked, "you haven't said what happened to the divine sword book just now."
Shengze, who was grilling fish, paused and then said slowly: "I don't know why it is called the Divine Sword Manual, but this sword manual is the lost sword manual of our sect."
The most important martial art in Xuanji Mountain is astonishingly powerful, but no one knows that its corresponding sword manual has been lost long ago.
Shengze's master once lamented, "If matching sword manuals can be found, Xuanji Mountain may produce several more immortals."
"There are only two chapters left to finish it!"
