With that said, Monk Pingming raised his Zen staff, and the two fought fiercely again.
Although Ling Yun has superb swordsmanship and profound attainments, and has few opponents among his peers, in terms of qualifications, power, and experience, he cannot be compared with the profound monk Ping Ming.
After more than fifty rounds, Ling Yun was gradually at a disadvantage; after another twenty rounds, his palms were already sweating, and he could only hold on to his skills; after another twenty rounds, he was invincible. , dangers arose.
Ling Yun felt very depressed and thought: The world is right, "There are people outside the world, and there is a sky outside the world." This great monk's martial arts is indeed unpredictable. Ling Yun, now you are going to taste what it means to be completely defeated!
Unexpectedly, the monk Ping Ming was still praising him sincerely: "What a good boy, you are really a good man and a martial arts wizard! Until now, very few people have gone through twenty moves in front of the great monk, but you boy can hold up to this Now, what a miracle! It’s so exciting for the great monk to meet an opponent like you today!"
Ling Yun just thought that Ping Ming was sarcastic about himself, and became more and more angry. His mind wandered, and there was a flaw in the sword move, giving the opponent an opportunity to take advantage of it. With a snap, Ping Ming's Zen staff hit Ling Yun's right wrist exactly, causing a sharp pain. .
He screamed and let go of the long sword. He involuntarily took a few steps back, but unexpectedly hit the opponent's path.
Pingming chuckled softly, and the Zen staff flew up. A white rainbow penetrated the sun, and hit Ling Yun's two large acupuncture points, Ruanma and Jianjing, with two snaps. His body went limp and fell to the ground.
Monk Pingming withdrew his Zen staff, walked slowly to Ling Yun, and said in a teasing tone: "Ling Yun, what else do you have to say now?"
Ling Yun lay on the ground, unable to describe how he felt. He closed his eyes and said silently: "My skills are not as good as others, so I have nothing to say. I will kill him and save it. Ling Yun will just let his seniors deal with it."
Ping Ming said: "When did I say I was going to kill you? I just want you to come with me to see Miss Lian!" As he said that, he lowered his body and pulled him up from the ground, and pushed him forward forcefully.
What else could Ling Yun say at this moment? Since he was in someone else's hands, he could only be at the mercy of others.
He walked forward reluctantly and slowly, with a hint of luck in his mind, thinking about how to find an opportunity to escape unexpectedly.
What kind of person is Monk Pingming? He has already figured out what he was thinking and shouted loudly: "You bastard, don't make any ulterior motives. Since you have fallen into my hands..."
Before he finished speaking, Ling Yun's expression suddenly changed. His originally lazy eyes suddenly became sharp, with a hint of horror in his eyes, and he shouted in a deep voice: "Who is it?..."
Before he finished speaking, a cold light accompanied by a sharp whistling sound came to Ling Yun in the blink of an eye!
Monk Pingming also came to his senses at this time and immediately realized that something was wrong. After all, he was an eminent monk, so he remained calm in the face of battle. When he saw this, he hurriedly made a move to "pull the clouds to see the sun", and pushed Ling Yun quickly with his hands and eyes!
But it's still a little late. Because the person who was hiding in the dark and making a sneak attack had already spotted the opportunity; and before the hidden weapon in his hand was released, he had planned it for a long time and was determined to hit it with one hit - he had no intention of leaving the other party a chance to escape!
Lingyun's acupuncture point was restrained, so he couldn't dodge on his own. Although Monk Pingming's push just now narrowly avoided the vital part, the hidden weapon was still locked in his left shoulder! Immediately blood gushed out like a fountain.
Feeling a heartbreaking pain, Ling Yun felt his eyes go black. He could no longer support his shaky body and fell down.
Monk Pingming couldn't help but became furious when he saw this, and shouted angrily: "Who?"
His body shot out like an arrow from a string. His judgment was extremely accurate, and in a blink of an eye he was behind the bushes where the attacker was hiding. But at this time, there was no one here, only the wind and grass moved, and it was empty.
Monk Pingming had no choice but to return to the original place with disappointment. He saw Ling Yun lying prone on the ground, his face pale and his teeth clenched, which looked extremely painful.
Monk Pingming couldn't help but feel his heart sink. He tore off Ling Yun's clothes with trembling hands, only to see that the hidden weapon that hit him was a cunningly shaped sleeve arrow that emitted a cold light.
He leaned over and carefully observed the wound on Ling Yun's shoulder. The blood had begun to solidify, but the color of the blood was black and purple, and the smell was foul. He couldn't help but turned pale with shock. It turned out that there was poison in the sleeve arrow!
He couldn't help but hissed and cursed: "Damn, a sneak attack is already despicable, not to mention the poison on the concealed weapon! This despicable and dirty bitch..."
As he spoke, he raised his hand to seal several acupuncture points near Ling Yun's wound to prevent the spread of poison.
He lowered his body and asked Ling Yun eagerly, "How are you doing? How do you feel now?..."
Ling Yun shook his head feebly and said intermittently: "The person who attacked was... Li Xuan..."
"Li Xuan?" Ping Ming and Shang Qi asked, "I don't even understand, but you can see it so clearly?"
Ling Yun took a breath and said intermittently: "I believe in my eyesight...I think the poison on the sleeve arrows must be the poison of Tianxiao. It seems that I will die..."
Monk Pingming felt cold from the bottom of his heart, but he still said: "Don't talk nonsense!"
Ling Yun smiled bitterly and said: "Actually, it doesn't matter whether I live or die now. The only thing I regret is whether I can see Chun'er again in my lifetime..."
Ping Ming said anxiously: "So you are sincere towards Miss Lian?"
At this moment, Ling Yun only felt his blood surge, and his heart was in great pain. He opened his mouth, but finally couldn't say anything more, so he tilted his head and fainted...
Monk Pingming was at a loss for a moment. He was afraid that Ling Yun was really dead, so how could he explain to Lian Nanchun.
Without any further explanation, he picked up Ling Yun and ran to the road with flying steps. He stopped a carriage and sat on it without any further explanation...
But he said that Lian Nanchun, his aunt and nephew, were sitting and chatting in the room today. They asked why monk Pingming hadn't come back after being away for so long. Did he encounter any trouble on the way?
Really speaking, Cao Cao is about to arrive. Just as he was talking about Monk Pingming, he saw Monk Pingming burst in in a hurry, which shocked the aunt and nephew.
Just as Lian Xuanzhong was about to scold him, Monk Pingming took the initiative and recounted what had just happened incoherently.
Lian Nanchun was shocked, "How about Ling Yun...how is he doing now?"
Ping Ming said dejectedly: "There is still one breath left..."
Lian Nanchun felt that his eyesight turned black and he almost fell down.
Lian Xuanzhong hurriedly supported her and said: "Chun'er, why are you so anxious? Such a heartless and unjust man deserves to die!..."
Lian Nanchun was already in a state of confusion and was anxious to ask Pingming about Lingyun's current situation.
Ling Yun was carried in and placed on the bed. Lian Nanchun burst into tears when he saw Ling Yun's face was bloodless, his eyes were closed, his lips were purple, and he was unconscious. The resentment I had towards him in the past has long been forgotten.
Lian Xuanzhong said: "Chun'er, don't just focus on crying, hurry up and save people."
Lian Nanchun said in a trembling voice: "Auntie, do you think he can be saved?"
Lian Xuanzhong rolled his eyes at her and said angrily: "Look what you said, we haven't even started to rescue him yet, how do you know it won't work? - Great monk, why are you still sitting around? Hurry up and prepare the medicine box and equipment!"
Monk Pingming felt guilty and hurriedly went away after hearing this.
The medicine cabinet and equipment were quickly prepared. The three of them gathered around Ling Yun. Lian Nanchun and Lian Xuanzhong started to untie his clothes first. The pieces of clothes that were stained with blood from the wounds had to be carefully cut open with silver scissors.
The sleeve arrow was deeply embedded in the shoulder socket, which was shocking. Lian Nanchun gritted his teeth, closed his eyes and pulled out the sleeve arrow with force.
Immediately, blood flowed like a torrent, Ling Yun let out a cry of pain, opened his eyes slightly, and then closed them again. But just this painful moan gave Lian Nanchun countless hopes. She called him repeatedly: "Ling Yun! Ling Yun!..."
no response.
Lian Xuanzhong scolded her and said, "Chun'er, why are you so restless?"
Practice Nanchun without saying a word. As the saying goes, if you don't care about things, you will be in chaos if you care about them. Who can understand the hard work of truly loving someone?
Next comes the aftermath. Clean the wound, apply antidote, and bandage the wound.
Lian Xuan was careful and suddenly said: "Look, this kid is quite powerful. He can actually use his energy to expel poison on his own while in a coma."
With that said, she picked up Ling Yun's hand and showed it to everyone.
Sure enough, all ten of his fingers and the tiger's mouth were black and purple, which was extremely scary. Lian Xuanzhong picked up the silver needle and sterilized it, then pricked Ling Yun's ten fingertips one by one. The purple-black poisonous blood flowed down and dripped into the clear water basin below.
During the healing process, Ling Yun kept frowning and feeling groggy.
In the haze, he only felt that his body was light and floating, like a ball of silk, without any gravity, floating blankly in the boundless darkness.
Unknowingly, we have arrived at a place, which is a tall and majestic palace. On the lintel, there are three characters "Ghost Gate" written on it.
Ling Yun couldn't help but think in a daze: How did I end up in this place?
