Smelling the smell of blood that spread quickly in the air, Balian frowned and seemed to understand something in an instant.
The hoarse and muffled cough lasted for a long time before it gradually stopped. Ye Shu slowly raised half of his pale and blue side face and leaned weakly on the stone. Cold sweat slid down the wet hair on his forehead to the bridge of his nose.
He casually wiped the shocking red blood in his palms on the hem of his clothes, and it took him a long time to squeeze out a sentence with trembling lips: "Do you have any medicine?"
Balian asked: "What medicine do you need?"
Ye Shu closed his eyes tiredly: "Whatever."
Regarding his injuries, he seemed to be prepared to deal with them casually. Balian felt that if he hadn't vomited blood and couldn't bear it anymore, he might not bother to speak.
Bailian didn't know the specific extent of his injuries, so he walked over and briefly checked the injuries on his body.
The withdrawn Ye Shu didn't show much resistance to Balian's approach. He leaned on the stone and allowed Balian to 'touch' him. Suddenly, as if he noticed something, he opened his eyes Looking at Balian: "You can't see?"
Bailian hummed, took some qi and blood replenishing elixirs and spiritual stones from the jade in the clear water and put them in his hands:
"Most of your body has external injuries, but the injuries are very deep and seem to have been injured by the sword energy. The sword energy has invaded the bones, veins and organs. These wound medicines can only stop your bleeding, but cannot remove the sword energy. "
"You use these spiritual stones to restore your spiritual power. Although this sword energy is tricky, with your cultivation level, it shouldn't be difficult to stabilize this injury with a little more effort."
Ye Shu hummed, but he accepted all the gifts from Bai Lian very politely, without saying any words of gratitude such as saying that he would repay the favor later.
He didn't even say a polite thank you. After taking the elixir, he said, "Follow Lin Zheng closely. Although he seems very uncoordinated on weekdays, he still has deep plans when it comes to major matters. He There is really a way to lead everyone out of the demon world safely. If you follow him, you won't die in this ghost place."
Balian glanced at him and said, "The sword spirit that Lin Zheng brought back was actually taken by you, right?"
The sword energy of the Dragon-Slaying Sword is so unusual.
Although Lin Zheng was the vassal prince and was respected among these monks, there were several older monks in the mine who were above him in terms of cultivation.
None of them dared to wander off alone to capture the sword spirit. With Lin Zheng's cultivation, it was even more impossible for him to only sustain minor injuries after successfully capturing the sword spirit.
On the contrary, Ye Shu, who returned from an outing with him, was seriously injured, but the person who enjoyed the achievements and glory was Lin Zheng.
Ye Shu's frozen eyebrows showed no emotion: "Just as those people said just now, Lin Zheng is my master. Since I am the son of a servant, the sword spirit that I took is nothing compared to what he took." respectively."
There was no hint of unwillingness in his tone, and the words 'son of a domestic servant' didn't seem to bring much humiliation to him.
But Bai Lian noticed that he did not address Lin Zheng as Little Marquis like that group of people, but called him by his first name.
In terms of temperament and conversation, he did not look like an ordinary domestic slave, and his attitude towards Lin Zheng was also very subtle.
Bailian couldn't tell how much he respected Lin Zheng, but when Lin Zheng abandoned his identity as a young marquis, when he endured the humiliation and was willing to become a war slave, he was the only domestic servant beside Lin Zheng.
You must know that monks in the Tuohai Realm are outstanding backbone talents even in the Shangyang Academy of Ze Kingdom.
But he chose to wear a collar with Lin Zheng in this foreign land, enduring the demon's death threats day and night, and living these years without dignity and humiliation.
Balian felt very strange.
Just talking about these actions, Ye Shu can be regarded as a top loyal soldier, and Lin Zheng doesn't look like a careless playboy. Although he can get such a loyal person, he can't even do the most basic things. No courtesy at all.
Even... extremely indifferent to Ye Shu's life and death.
The way this master and servant get along is extremely strange.
The spirit stones given by Balian have long been used up, but he doesn't know whether it's because Ye Shu's injuries are more serious than he thought, or because his body is different from ordinary people, and all the troublesome sword energy in his body depends on him. Expelled cleanly.
However, the external injury did nothing to stop the bleeding.
The smell of blood in the air is getting stronger and stronger.
Balian had no choice but to take out the full-moon wine gourd and sway it gently in his hand. The wish beads made a clear collision sound with the gourd wall. With the gentle sliding of his fingers, the trace of blood on the lower end of the gourd was hidden, and then he poured out the wine. The gourd pushed out: "Please have a drink."
Ye Shu's eyes moved slightly, and he saw that the wine in the clear jade gourd barely covered the bottom of the gourd. The wine was not enough, but it really only had one sip.
He took the gourd and took a sip, but he couldn't feel the feeling of the liquid entering his throat. He could only feel a cool breath flowing down his throat and into his lower abdomen.
My whole body felt warm, and the wounds all over my body felt numb and itchy, which was very comfortable.
After a while, the blood stopped coagulating and the wound miraculously scabbed and healed.
The depleted energy and blood in the body and the exhausted spiritual power were suddenly extremely abundant, and the whole body seemed to have endless strength.
Ye Shu held the wine gourd in his hand, his face no longer pale was full of astonishment. He looked at Balian blankly and said, "This wine..."
Bailian said: "After all, he is the hero who hunts the sword spirit tonight. It's just a sip of wine. It's not too much."
The fingers holding the wine gourd tightened unconsciously. Ye Shu opened his mouth but no sound came out. After a long time, he laughed at himself and said, "Hero? You are the first person to say such a thing to me. "
But he is not worthy of dreaming of being a hero.
Iron-bone loyalty and shedding blood have always been the privileges of people like Lin Zheng.
Ye Shu closed his eyes and rubbed the jade gourd under his fingertips: "But I still want to thank you for the wine. If you have the opportunity to go to Zeguo's 'Yunzhong' in the future, I will treat you to try the local delicacy almond bean curd. Sweet."
Balian couldn't see it. When he said this, the expression on his face was very gentle and seemed sad.
"Almond bean curd? Ha, you've been serving me for so many years, and this is the first time I've heard that you like this kind of thing."
A sudden cold snort made the surrounding air suddenly condense, and the atmosphere suddenly seemed to be as tense as a bow.
The cold wind blew up Ye Shu's blood-stained green clothes and took away the blood on his face.
Lin Zheng, the young marquis, carried two bottles of wine and walked over drunkenly. After taking only a few steps, he burped from the wine and came to Ye Shu drunkenly.
Lin Zheng reached out and patted him on the shoulder, without deliberately avoiding the injuries on his body. He was very surprised: "Yo?" "Look at this body, the injury healed so quickly. It's really a waste of worry."
While speaking, Lin Zheng glanced at the wine gourd in Ye Shu's hand. His eyes suddenly became sharp and he sneered: "What? I felt that I stole your limelight and couldn't let you drink the toasts of those people, so I carried it behind my back. Am I secretly drinking here alone?"
Ye Shu leaned back slightly, as if he was disgusted with the smell of alcohol on his body. Seeing his strange expression, he quickly returned the wine gourd he was playing with to Balian.
Lin Zheng, as if he couldn't feel Bai Lian's presence, threw the unopened jar of wine in his hand into Ye Shu's arms. The wine splashed out and stained his clothes: "Since you are so happy, come and have a drink with your master. "
Ye Shu didn't even pick up the wine jar that was almost rudely thrown at him. He remained stunned and let the jar of wine fall to pieces on the ground.
The refreshing aroma of wine overflows.
Lin Zheng's face turned cold and he was about to have an attack when he saw Ye Shu raise a pair of dark and cold eyes numbly. He did not speak or get angry, he was silent and restrained.
Those eyes looked straight into people's hearts, making Lin Zheng feel inexplicably frightened.
After all, Ye Shu didn't say anything, not even a word of apology for the precious sword he destroyed.
He slowly stood up and pushed Lin Zheng away, as if to keep a distance from him. Like a wild beast that smelled the scent of a hunting knife, he hunched his back and left further away.
Lin Zheng was carrying the remaining jar of wine, his expression already extremely ugly.
It wasn't until Ye Shu's back completely disappeared in the forest of ink that Lin Zheng withdrew his gaze and turned to look at Balian. The spikes and malice all over his body were instantly cleared away, and he smiled at Balian. , said: "Brother is also a disciple of Taixuan, right? It's so late, and the earth's veins are extremely cold. Do you want a drink?"
Bailian said: "We were in the cave just now. Didn't the young Marquis and those fellow Taoists drink enough?"
"Fellow Taoist?" Lin Zheng sneered, his words particularly disdainful: "They are just a bunch of sycophants."
Bailian looked surprised.
Lin Zheng sat down on the stone where Ye Shu was sitting just now and said: "They are all trophies captured by the demons. They were thrown into the war slave camp and were deprived of their dignity and human rights. When they wore those collars, they looked like dogs." From the moment they were trapped by demons, they were no longer my fellow Taoists."
Baili Anshen said in a finishing touch: "I think the collar around the young prince's neck must have been taken off not long ago, right?"
Lin Zheng's drunken face froze, and then he said helplessly: "If my family hadn't fallen into decline, why would I have left the noble young master's blessings and come to this hellish place to suffer as a slave?"
"What about Ye Shu?"
"What?"
"I think that Ye Shu is quite different from the sycophants described by the young marquis. So for some reason, the young marquis seems to be more disgusted with him?"
Mentioning Ye Shu, Lin Zheng's expression instantly darkened. He raised the wine jar in his hand and took a sip, saying: "If your father gave birth to an illegitimate child outside and brought it home to raise, you would also be concerned about it." You won’t like this person.”
illegitimate child?
Balian was startled, but he didn't expect it to be because of this.
Lin Zheng chuckled, with complex emotions swaying in his eyes: "Perhaps in your eyes, my behavior of borrowing the sword just now was particularly domineering and unreasonable, and I was using my power to bully others. But to be honest, I think that The White Water Sword has been displeasing to my eyes for a long time.”
It can be seen that Lin Zheng really hates the group of people in the cave. Regardless of Su Jing, whom he admires and respects, the two girls are even more arrogant than him. Naturally, they cannot be so patient and listen to his troubles. thing.
Now that he finally got Balian as a listener, he no longer had so many taboos due to his drunkenness.
"White Water Sword, the Sword of Cheng Dao of Shangyang Academy, huh... there are only two swords of Cheng Dao of Academy. In addition to the White Water Sword that was destroyed today, there is also a Black Mountain Sword among my father's belongings. , Hahaha, what a black mountain and white water.”
"Before his death, my father sealed Heishan Jianyong in the confinement room. Even though I was not qualified to take a look, he passed the White Water Sword to Ye Shu."
Lin Zheng's face showed unspeakable bitterness: "I am an orthodox marquis, and my father did not pass the sword to me, but to an illegitimate son like him. Do you know how the guest ministers and subordinates in the mansion view me, the young marquis?" ?”
Therefore, he would rather destroy the sword that symbolized the reputation of the Hou Mansion with his own hands than let Ye Shu hold the sword again.
Balian couldn't express his position. He had never experienced this kind of grievances between wealthy families, and he didn't know how to comfort Lin Zheng, so he had to remain silent.
Lin Zheng finished the jar of wine in his hand and was so drunk that he could not sit still: "I, Lin Zheng, am just a mortal. I also have selfish motives. I just want to be a good young prince, just like Ye Shu is not his father's illegitimate son." , I will definitely treat him as a brother, I will definitely..."
He didn't know whether the murmured and firm words were meant for others or for himself, but Balian could feel that the Baishui Sword was destroyed in his hands, and Lin Zheng seemed to feel better than Ye Shu. Where to go.
In the end, Lin Zheng was so drunk that he couldn't speak clearly. He dropped the empty jar in his hand and fell to the side without any image.
After the drunken night, the team packed up and got the guidance of the sword spirit transformed into spirits. The purpose was clear and they were ready to go.
Bai Lian followed the others and was about to go on the road. At this time, footsteps sounded beside him, but it was the young marquis Lin Zheng who had been drunk all night.
He scratched his head in embarrassment and stuffed a bamboo stick into Balian's hand: "I was so drunk last night that I made my brother listen to my drunk talk all night long. My eyes were inconvenient. This morning I found a Diyin Bamboo and made a staff. This Diyin Bamboo has the effect of warding off evil spirits. If I hold this bamboo in my hand, it will be easier for me to work in the earth veins."
Balian did not reject his kindness, he nodded and said with a smile: "Don't worry, little Marquis, since you are drunk, you won't remember your thoughts."
Lin Zheng felt relieved when he saw what he said. He laughed and said, "I really like the disciples of Taixuan Sect the most."
Perhaps after a night of drunken chatting, Lin Zheng was also quite affectionate with Bai Lian.
Although he was extremely polite and courteous to the monks who were traveling with him, anyone with a discerning eye could tell that Lin Zheng's attitude towards Bai Lian was different from ordinary people.
Bai Lian also discovered that this person's ability to be familiar with was really comparable to Mencius, but in terms of mind and personality, he was very different from Mencius.
Meng Zifei was a very profound man, he could be said to be good at dancing and all-rounded. If he had complicated thoughts, he would never let others see it. When he treated people, whether he liked them or disliked them, he was basically a gentle and gentle person. appearance.
Compared to Meng Zifei, Lin Zheng is not that thoughtful. As he said himself, he is just a selfish mortal and cannot be honest.
After Balian and Lin Zheng gradually became familiar with each other, in private, Lin Zheng did not hide his plan on how to steal the dragon beads and leave the demon world, and told him everything.
Lin Zheng's plan is full of trade-offs.
His plan is to go deep into the dragon's veins and seize the dragon beads with secret methods while suppressing the dark dragon with the dragon sword.
By then, the aura of the dark dragon that has lost the dragon ball will naturally leak out and get out of control.
According to legend, there is actually a sixth dragon-slaying sword hidden in the earth veins. However, when the old devil sealed the dark dragon, the dragon beads protected the heart. The sixth dragon-slaying sword could not penetrate the defense of the dragon beads and was lost in the earth veins. among.
He could use the ability of the sword to transform into a spirit to find the sixth sword connected to its bloodline. At the moment he obtained the dragon ball, he inserted the sixth sword into the heart of the dark dragon and suppressed it again.
At the same time, at the moment when the Dragon Ball was obtained, another person would swallow a wisp of the Dark Dragon's aura and introduce it into his body, and then use this person as a trump card to check and balance the Demon King, leaving it in the earth's veins.
The rest of the people took the dragon beads to negotiate with the Demon King, asking her to open the gate and let them return to the world.
If not, the fellow Taoist who swallowed the breath of the Nether Dragon will die as a martyr. With the help of the breath of the Nether Dragon, he will refine himself into a demon, feed the billions of evil spirits under the earth's veins, and let them go berserk and fight against the evil spirit. The entire demon world perished together.
This plan was indeed carefully laid out. Lin Zheng clearly understood what the Demon Lord's weaknesses were and how to minimize the cost of success.
But the problem is that in the earth line, everyone is a mortal, and they are all mortals who would rather wear a collar to survive.
Everyone wants to return to the human world gloriously with the Dragon Ball.
Who is willing to sacrifice himself to help others?
The answer Lin Zheng gave was that these people all have children and close relatives in the world. They cannot sacrifice for strangers, but in the face of overwhelming interests, there are always some of them who are willing to agree to complete this task in order to fulfill their own families. planned.
But Balian still felt that this idea was not a foolproof solution.
The human heart is hard to fathom and the ocean water is hard to measure. How many people can be generous and sacrifice their lives in the face of death?
Seeing how confident Lin Zheng was about his plan, Balian vaguely felt that he might have already decided who this candidate would be.
Lin Zheng seemed determined to win the dragon ball. Even if Bailian tried to persuade him to stop, he might only arouse his resentment and suspicion for no reason.
Balian was finally able to calm down and was not impatient, so he decided to act according to the situation.
After all, although Lin Zheng's plan seemed to be well-thought-out, the Dragon Ball of Minglong might not be so easy to obtain.
Under the guidance of the sword spirit, everyone passed through the huge mineral vein valley and came to a ten-mile deep pool.
The ten-mile secluded pool is pitch black, like a huge black mirror floating on the ground. The lake water is rippling with cold light, and occasionally clear and turbid mayflies can be caught in the water.
