Bailian's voice became louder and he looked excited: "Or is it true, as the time rumors say, that you made good friends with your mother to make up for the Sixth Sword!"
Bailian clearly felt the foot on his arm stiffen.
I don't know what kind of time Bailiyu recalled, but a trace of complexity flashed on his handsome and aloof face.
Baili Yu's anger had not receded. Bailian slowly closed his eyes, ready to face a more painful lesson, when the severe pain in his severed arm suddenly relaxed.
Bailiyu let go of his feet.
When Bai Lian turned his eyes away, he had already turned around.
Yushu's upright figure stood in front of the crack in the void, with the spiritual sword Shenglong on his waist, and his black and red sword robe calmed down in the wind.
Since Bailiyu's back was turned to Bailian at the moment, he couldn't see clearly the expression on his father's face.
The moment before he stepped into the crack in the void and prepared to leave, a vague voice came along the wind:
"Since you have chosen a path to darkness, if you bring evil objects to harm the world in the future, even if you are my son, you will not be easily forgiven!"
The cracks closed, and Bailiyu's figure completely disappeared.
Bailian's broken arm was crushed into the dirt, and the pain in his chest made it difficult for him to think clearly at the moment.
He lay on the ground, staring blankly at the white clouds above the sky. Until his consciousness was about to blur, he murmured: "I won't..."
After the battle with the Pig Demon Sect Prime Minister, coupled with the side effects of taking the Baiming Pill, Bai Lian's body looked normal on the outside, but it was already riddled with injuries on the inside.
After last night's treatment, the general's injuries have been suppressed, and he will be fine as long as he recovers slowly in the future.
But after Bailiyu's sudden arrival today, his injuries have been aggravated, and even his second-level realm, which he had just broken through the mirror to seek Taoism, is already showing signs of slight instability and decline.
So much so that Balian slept in Taixuanzong for ten whole days.
The first time he woke up, he stood up suddenly and touched the Suzaku Qiankun bag in his collar. His mind was a little confused after sleeping for ten days.
In a state of confusion, he suddenly remembered that his father came to Taixuanzong and forced him to surrender his life.
In his sleepy dream, he had nightmares one after another. He dreamed that Shou was covered in blood and fell under his father's sword. He was babbling and looking at him with a pair of big blood-red and pitiful eyes. His father raised his sword and killed him coldly, and his soul was gone!
Today, Balian can no longer distinguish between dreams and reality.
With a pale face, he groped randomly in his clothes, ignoring the constant stinging pain on his chest and arms. He groped for a while, only to find the wounds and bandages on his chest, but nothing else.
His face instantly turned pale and he was sweating profusely.
No! No! How could it be gone?
Where is my Suzaku Qiankun bag!
Shou!
Could it be that my father really took it away!
Balian's mind went blank, his face was full of panic, and he didn't even know where he was at the moment.
He forgot to lift the quilt covering his body and left under the bed.
Bailian, who was weak in arms and legs, naturally fell hard and made a big noise.
Surprisingly, almost in the next moment, Su Jing broke in through the door. With a tight little black face, he saw Bailian lying on the ground in a panic, his breathing stagnant, and he trotted over to help him with a very ugly look on his face.
When Bai Lian saw Su Jing, his eyes were so excited that his eyes turned red.
He hugged Su Jing regardless, as if hugging a life-saving piece of driftwood in a helpless moment.
He tried hard to stand up, and while struggling to get up, he asked hurriedly: "Where is my Qiankun bag! Have you seen my Qiankun bag!"
Su Jing's movement to help him suddenly froze, like a frozen quail, with his hands open and frozen in mid-air.
Her dark eyes were confused and confused, and her voice was stuck. After Balian urged him to ask him several times about the whereabouts of the Qiankun Bag.
She replied stiffly: "What Qiankun bag? I didn't see it."
"I'm going to find my Qiankun bag... I'm going to find my Qiankun bag."
Su Jing looked at Bailian's slightly confused appearance, which was completely different from his usual composure.
She finally felt something was wrong. After frowning slightly, she shouted loudly: "Wen Hanwei! Wen Hanwei!"
A slim figure appeared in the wide open door. She was carrying a hot medicine bowl and entered the room in a leisurely manner.
The woman is wearing a white school robe, a belt engraved with jade patterns of blue birds and flying luan, and a simple waist ornament with silver and white snow tassels.
The collar has a silver edge, the sleeves are wide and fluttering, and the outer robe is made of white feather gauze and embroidered with red thread with a magical pattern of a red lotus rising from the fire. This is the inner robe of Taixuan Sect.
Disciples like Wen Yu who do morning exercises in the mountains do not wear the sect robes with the feather gauze and red lotus pattern.
Obviously, this woman has a very high status in Taixuan Sect.
She slowly came to Bai Lian and Su Jing, and raised her eyebrows in surprise when she saw Su Jing being hugged and not having a seizure, but she didn't say anything.
The woman's hand was as sharp as lightning, and she pulled Bai Lian over very ungently.
The slender arms held Bailian's head very powerfully, and poured down the hot and steaming concoction in the bowl.
Balian was choked and coughed repeatedly, and the dark concoction gradually came out, staining the pure white clothes on her chest.
Su Jing watched the steaming bowl of concoction poured into it, her brows furrowed again and again, and finally she couldn't help but said, "It's hot."
Wen Hanwei has a cold look on her face, and she is the kind of woman with a distant, cold and elegant personality.
She lowered her head and glanced at the boy whose cheeks and lips were burned red. She opened her thin lips slightly and said seriously: "Wen Cong said that the medicine must be drunk while it is hot to be effective."
Su Jing said oh, naively believing it to be true, then reached out and pinched Balian's nose and chin, indicating with her eyes that she should continue to drink.
So with the help of these two people who had never taken care of anyone before, Balian fainted again and fainted.
Medicine Fairy Wen Cong, who had just stepped into the room, saw this scene and his eyelids twitched.
The frightened old man quickly put down the medicine basket and iron hoe behind his back, ran over and picked up Bai Lian who was between them and placed him on the bed.
"I'm still wondering, I mean, this injury that should have been healed and got out of bed in five days is still comatose on the tenth day? It's a life-and-death struggle for both of you to take care of your relationship."
Wen Cong felt Bailian's pulse while complaining.
After checking his pulse for a moment, his face darkened again, and then Su Jing said: "He woke up just now. He was so excited that he couldn't stop him from getting out of bed."
Wen Cong looked at his daughter with an ugly expression and said speechlessly:
"Daughter, I asked you to make some medicine for this boy to drink in the morning. There is a licorice called Sangyang. How much did you put in it?"
Wen Hanwei frowned: "I followed your order and put in two spoons."
Wen Cong gritted his teeth: "What a big spoon."
Wen Hanwei said: "Your drinking spoon."
Wen Cong slapped himself on the forehead and said frantically: "How can we compare? I'm talking about a small spoon for weighing medicine. Two spoons are enough. My wine spoon is bigger than your face!
If you take these two spoonfuls, the dose will be enough to make you a fool! This kid is just out of his mind, which is already considered good! "
Wen Hanwei was a little unhappy at being scolded, and said seriously with a cold face: "I don't have a big face."
Wen Cong has always had no temper towards his daughter. He waved his hands feebly and said: "Yes, yes...it's my fault that I let you make the medicine. In the future, I'd better make the medicine myself. You can help me." Get a pitcher of cold water and add some ice cubes."
Wen Hanwei had always been taciturn and didn't like to talk and communicate with others. The same was true for her father. She didn't ask what she wanted cold water for. She glanced at Bailian who was lying unconscious on the bed and turned around to go.
Su Jing asked bluntly: "What do you want cold water for?"
Wen Cong took out the medicine bag and gave Bailian an injection, and responded without raising his head:
"This kid has eaten too much mulberry grass. The fire and yang energy is too strong. If it is held in the body, it will easily damage the brain. You have to use ice water to force out the excess medicinal properties."
Su Jing said oh, then squatted and leaned on the edge of Bailian's bed, hugged her knees with her hands, and stared into the void without saying a word.
Wen Cong ignored the sect leader's daughter. In his impression, Su Jing had this weird temper since she was a child.
It is extremely rare to be able to say a few words to him today.
Soon, the cold water was ready.
And Balian also woke up from his drowsiness. When he opened his eyes, he saw an old man with a gray beard smiling at him: "Boy, you're awake, how do you feel?"
Unlike the first time when he was so energetic, Bailian felt that his consciousness had been tossed into a mess and he was very tired.
Consciousness is like mud mixed with water, and it is extremely difficult to concentrate on thinking.
He half-opened his heavy eyelids tiredly and murmured: "The Qiankun Bag...my Qiankun Bag."
Wen Hanwei glanced at him, turned around silently, took out a black Qiankun bag embroidered with a red bird pattern from the wardrobe in the room, handed it to Bai Lian, and said in a cold tone: "Here you go."
Balian held the Qiankun bag after he lost it, looked at Wen Hanwei gratefully and said, "Thank you."
Wen Cong patted his cheek: "Eh? Eh? Boy, answer my question first. How do you feel now?"
Holding the Qiankun bag, Balian's heart calmed down a bit, and he said: "Well... my body is very tired, so thirsty, and there seems to be a fire burning in my abdomen, which makes my brain hurt..."
Wen Cong glanced at his daughter with a resentful look. This boy was the direct son of the Tianxi Sword Sect. He had never cured anyone to death in thousands of years.
If the doctor killed the sword master's son for the first time, he would probably lose all his dignity.
He quickly helped Bailian up and untied his clothes: "Quick, quick, take off your clothes and get into the cold water. I will prepare some neutralizing herbs for you to bring out the medicinal properties of the mulberry grass... Eh? Why are you pushing my hand?"
Wen Cong was a little angry when he saw that this boy was not cooperating at all.
Balian tugged on his half-open clothes, looked up at Wen Hanwei, who was watching with an extremely indifferent expression, and said with a wry smile: "Men and women are not allowed to be intimate, so please stay away, girl."
Wen Hanwei glanced at Su Jing and asked calmly, "Don't leave."
Su Jing opened his eyes slightly and asked in confusion: "What?"
"It's nothing." Wen Hanwei said no more, turned and left, not forgetting to secure the door.
Wen Cong chuckled and said, "You have a lot of troubles. My daughter is already two hundred years old and can be your grandma. She looks like you are about the same size as a swaddled baby."
The corners of Balian's mouth twitched. Judging from the girl's appearance, she couldn't be more than twenty years old, but she was already two hundred years old. Then she had at least a cultivation level above the Takumi realm.
As expected, Tai Xuanzong is worthy of being a talented person.
With Wen Cong's help, Balian took off all his clothes and tied bandages on his chest and arms.
He didn't know what material the bandage was made of, but it was very magical. When he sat in the water, it didn't even get half wet, and the wound was perfectly protected from the cold water.
Maybe it's because the Sangyang herbal medicine in his body is too strong. Baili sat in a cold water tank with pieces of ice and stones under his body. He didn't feel cold at all, but the pain of splitting headaches was also reduced. a bit.
Medicine Fairy Wen Cong continued to take the silver needles from behind him and slowly stuck them on his head one by one. After a few needles, Bai Lian could only speak and could not move.
"The boy was seriously injured, but he actually had the courage to take the Baiming Pill. I heard from Sect Master Su that you killed that Demon Sect disciple with your sword. You are really a fearsome person."
Wen Cong said in greetings that although this boy's strength is not good, his courage is indeed commendable.
Naturally, Su Guanhai would not say that the wounds on his chest and arms were caused by his father, so Wen Cong could only assume that they were caused by the remnants of the Demon Sect.
Balian smiled bitterly: "Thank you for the treatment, senior. May I ask who he is? What is his name? Where is this place?"
Wen Cong coughed lightly, puffed out his chest, put away the package of silver needles and said:
"My name is Wen Cong, and this is the secluded garden at the back of Taixuan Sect. Su Zong thought you were seriously injured and sent you to me for treatment. Don't worry, with me here, your injuries will be nothing to worry about."
After saying that, Wen Cong glanced secretly at Balian's reaction.
Balian did not disappoint him, and he said with a surprised look on his face: "Medicine Immortal Wen Cong? Old sir, are you the legendary thousand-year-old Immortal Medicine Wen Cong?!"
Wen Cong stroked his beard with great satisfaction: "Yes, it's me. Well, let's not talk about it for now. I'm going to prepare medicine for you. You can soak here for a while. Uh... Su Jing, why are you still here?"
Wen Cong looked at Su Jing, who was squatting on the edge of the bed with his knees crossed and not moving a step, looking speechless.
Su Jing raised the corners of her eyes, tilted her head to one side, and ignored him.
Wen Cong frowned, and suddenly remembered what Su Guanhai said to him, his eyebrows suddenly relaxed, and there was a bit of a smile on his face:
"Okay, just stay here and take good care of this kid. I'm going to prepare the medicine first."
After Wen Cong left, Su Jing slowly got up and moved a small square stool to sit across from Bailian.
She held up her chin and asked, "What does it mean that a man and a woman do not kiss each other?"
There was a silver needle stuck in Bailian's body, so he couldn't move or turn his head. Only the dark half of his face could be seen in the corner of his eye.
He held the Qiankun bag tightly in his hand and explained: "It means that men and women are different, and men and women cannot move too closely. This is the most basic etiquette.
Do not look at anything that is inappropriate, hear nothing that is inappropriate, or say anything that is inappropriate. Unless the father and wife are intimately connected, men and women will not sit together, use different shackles, use different scarves, and do not teach in person. "
Su Jing was confused and didn't understand it at all, so she simply said perfunctorily.
After sitting there bored for a while, she asked again: "Why does your body look different from mine?"
Balian was puzzled: "What looks different?"
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