The origin of sound, in the worldview of cultivators, is Ming Zhi Po. When cultivators feel that a sound is not quite right, it is often the change given by Ming Zhi Po that makes them feel this way. The opening and closing of a door, no matter how deafening it is, is just an ordinary sound and should not make a cultivator feel that something is wrong.
With this feeling, Yingsu subconsciously became alert. But nothing happened next. The cultivator who had been talking to them behind the closed door ran out of the door and quickly came to them.
"Teacher Yingsu, I'm Song Wenfeng, please come in quickly," the person said.
"I don't need to. Let's take these two to have a good rest." Yingsu gestured to Lu Ping and Su Tang.
"Thank you." Lu Ping nodded and stretched out his hand. The two super-grade magic weapons that were locked tightly in Yingsu's eyes were finally delivered to him.
Yingsu reached out and took it, but nothing happened. The last trace of uneasiness in his heart fell, followed by uncontrollable ecstasy, and his face was instantly covered with a smile.
"Goodbye." Lu Ping, who had just handed over two super-grade magic weapons, was very calm. After saying goodbye to Yingsu, he carried Su Tang on his back and walked towards the pass.
"Teacher Yingsu, these guys..." Song Wenfeng ignored Lu Ping and Su Tang who had just entered the gate. He looked at the other Xuanwu disciples and noticed that several of them were dead.
"Those who are seriously injured should recuperate here first." Yingsu looked at Lu Ping and turned around when he heard Song Wenfeng speak, "If you are still able, come with me."
"I can."
"I can too."
"I."
Several members of the Xuanwu disciples expressed their opinions one after another, but there were only eight seriously injured people who were unable to survive. But at this time, they were equally excited when they looked at the super-grade magic weapon in Yingsu's hands.
Fortunately, we fulfilled our mission and finally got back Xuanwu's super-grade magic weapon! Everyone is in the same mood at the moment.
"Okay." Yingsu nodded heavily, pleased with the disciple's tenacity.
"Several teachers seem to be seriously injured. If there are teachers with good medical skills, can they stay? I'm afraid we are out of power." Song Wenfeng said hurriedly after seeing the arrangements that Xuanwu and his team were making.
Yingsu glanced at him, knowing that the other person was mainly afraid of taking responsibility. After all, he was a member of the Xuanwu sect and an elite with four souls. If one or two of them died due to poor treatment, it would be hard to avoid disputes. It would be much easier to say that there is a doctor from Xuanwu Academy who is in charge of everything. Having said that, having someone to look after you does make you feel more at ease. Thinking of this, Yingsu nodded and looked at the disciples who were about to leave with him: "Zhengji, you can stay."
"Yes." The Xuanwu disciple who was called stood up. It was the elite doctor who had previously diagnosed Su Tang and suggested finding a comfortable place to rest and recuperate, which directly led to Xuanwu and his party following him here.
"Better take care of everyone." Yingsu told Zhengji. When he glanced at the eight seriously injured disciples, he lingered on the seven dead disciples for a while, with a sad look on his face.
"I will." Zhengji said.
"Wait for us to come back." Yingsu turned around and led the nine Xuanwu disciples to the bitter cold land again. The nine of them were still injured, but when they saw the two super-grade magic weapons that Yingsu finally got back, everyone was in high spirits. Soon their figures disappeared into the wind and snow at the entrance of the valley.
"Come here and help." Song Wenfeng, who was guarding the gate, said hello to the gate, and soon several more people arrived. Song Wenfeng looked at Zhengji: "Teacher Zhengji, just give me whatever you need."
"Thank you, Lord Song. Please help my fellow disciples!" Zhengji replied.
"Don't dare to accept it, please come in quickly." Song Wenfeng said, leading the way. The subordinates he called also started working at his signal, helping the eight seriously injured Xuanwu disciples, as well as the seven sacrificed Xuanwu disciples. Their bodies were put into the prison together.
Rumble, rumble...
The Yandang door closed slowly behind them, and everyone felt warm.
"I thought that when we arrived at Yandang, the climate would be almost the same as that of the bitter cold land. But after I took a trip out of the border, I realized that there is still a world of difference." Zhengji said with emotion.
"Those guys can survive in such a place for thousands of years..." Xu Chuan looked at his lost hands with a hint of admiration in his tone.
"Senior brother, these hands..." Zhengji and Xu Chuan were both disciples of the dormitory, and they were considered to be brothers. At this time, looking at Xu Chuan's forearms without both hands, he couldn't say anything. He is a doctor, so he knows that with the practitioner's ability, it is not impossible to regenerate broken bones. It's just that when I was helping Xu Chuan to diagnose and treat him, I had noticed that the power of the Dark Academy had eroded not only Xu Chuan's hands, but also the vitality in his arms. Whether Xu Chuan's hands could regenerate, he was not sure at this time.
"Isn't it difficult to treat?" Xu Chuan asked.
"Yes." Zhengji understood this senior brother's temperament and did not hide it.
"Then I'm afraid I have to regain my somewhat neglected leg skills." Xu Chuan said.
"That's not so absolute." Seeing Xu Chuan's free and easy attitude, Zhengji suddenly became confident and felt that he could definitely find a way.
After walking through the doorway at the bottom of the wall of Yandang Pass, my eyes suddenly became brighter. It no longer looked like a canyon between two mountains. Not far south from here is the small town of Yanmen.
"This is where my responsibilities lie. I dare not leave. Arrangements have been made in the town. You can go on your own. If you need anything, just ask the people around you." Song Wenfeng stopped here and said to Xuanwu and his party.
"Thank you, Mr. Song." Zhengji thanked everyone on behalf of everyone.
"Don't dare, don't dare, please." Song Wenfeng said. He stopped, but the other subordinates continued to follow Xuanwu and his party. After walking not far, he saw Lu Ping, who was carrying Su Tang on his back, stopped in front of him. He did not continue to the direction of the town, but kept looking around there.
Everyone in Xuanwu had mixed emotions towards Lu Ping. When setting out with the mission of retrieving the Divine Martial Seal, capturing Lu Ping when there was an opportunity was a simultaneous mission that did not require multiple parties. But no one thought that the Shenwu Seal, including the Wanhua Cong that once fell into Lu Ping's hands, could be retrieved in this way.
This is a super-grade magic weapon. It is inappropriate to use the principle of returning things to their original owners as a matter of course; it is neither fish nor fowl to praise Lu Ping using the principle of returning money to its original owner. Moreover, they still had a grudge against Lu Ping. What happened to this grudge? Yingsu left without leaving any words.
Not long after, the group also arrived at where Lu Ping and Su Tang were, and saw his brows furrowed, as if he had encountered some difficulty.
"Why don't you go and rest?" Finally, he stepped forward and asked as a doctor.
"Just go." Lu Ping responded, carrying Su Tang on his back and falling down a few steps before reaching the small town ahead.
"Weird." Zhengji murmured.
"Come and have a look." Xu Chuan said.
"You should go and recuperate quickly. I'll go take a look later." Zhengji said while looking at the direction in which Lu Ping was running with Su Tang on his back.
