"why why……"
"Only one of you can survive today."
"I want to get out, let me out!"
"Cough cough - cough cough -"
The humid air was filled with a strong rotten smell, and Mu Qing took a big breath when he screamed loudly.
His eyes widened, and he was horrified to find that he was back in this horrible place.
The tall tree crowns blocked the skylight. In the dark environment, the thick green vines looked terrifying, climbing up the tall kapok trunks with long teeth and claws.
The seasons change, life waxes and wanes, old leaves are replaced by new buds, and withered yellow leaves have accumulated a thick layer under the tree.
The most terrifying thing is that under these yellow and rotten leaves, there are still many mire and swamps of different sizes and unknown depths.
Mu Qing had already sunk in, and there was no one beside him. Only a small white hand was left firmly grasping the skirt of his waist.
The rotten soil mixed with fallen leaves was scarier than quicksand. Mu Qing found that the more he struggled, the deeper he sank, but he couldn't think of any other way.
And that little white hand let go of his clothes because of its gradual weakness, and finally disappeared completely into the swamp without a trace.
"No!"
The roar penetrated the dense forest and pierced the sky.
With a look of horror on his face, Mu Qing struggled to pull up his companion, but it was all in vain.
"I'm going to die too..."
As time passed slowly, Mu Qing's waist also completely sunk in,
He gave up struggling and looked up at the sky.
The sky seemed to be dyed red by the blood flowing from the broken limbs on the road. They roared and squeezed through the gaps in the crown wood leaves above the head. The lines sticking to the leaves seeped down all the way, and they were also entrained with the branches as they passed. There were pieces of broken flesh and corpses, and there were shadows of companions in them.
Falling deeper and deeper, falling deeper and deeper...
Mu Qing raised his head, opened his mouth wide, and breathed in the rotten moist air desperately. Mud had already poured into his mouth.
At the last moment, he could no longer breathe, but his eyes went dark before he truly woke up.
"Cough cough - cough cough -"
His vision gradually returned to clarity, Mu Qing's expression was dull, and he could not yet tell where he was.
"Mu Qing! Mu Qing!"
"Phew~, it's so dangerous, you finally woke up."
Xiaochan had put the medicine bowl aside. She couldn't understand why Mu Qing would choke on the medicine this time when the medicine was given well before.
Looking at the beams above his head and the blue tiles on the beams, the thoughts in Mu Qing's mind gradually started to work.
The girl was holding a handkerchief and gently wiping the concoction he had coughed up from the corner of his mouth. The sweet breath entered his throat. Mu Qing asked slightly uncomfortably: "Xiaochan, where is this?"
Xiaochan felt Mu Qing's discomfort. She sat upright by the bed, pulled a stray strand of hair behind her ears and said, "We're in Iron Bone Village."
She picked up the medicine bowl beside her and planned to continue feeding Mu Qing medicine, saying, "This is already the third day."
"You had a fierce fight with that bad old man at that time. The blue air ball rolled up was so powerful that none of us could get close."
"Then what?"
"When the air mass disappeared, you and that person fell to the ground hugging each other."
Probably recalling the weird scene that night, Xiao Chan said with a smile: "Your posture is very strange, and, moreover, the clothes you were wearing were almost torn to pieces by Qi Jin..."
"What about the old man? Is he still alive?"
Mu Qing turned his head. He had just imagined the scene Xiaochan was talking about in his mind, but he felt his scalp was numb and his face was embarrassed.
Hearing this, Xiao Chan said with a look of relief: "That old man was much worse than you. All the muscles and veins in his body burst out, and he was a bloody man. Unfortunately, he didn't die, and he is still breathing heavily."
Mu Qing recalled the scene that night when he was still conscious. His heart was filled with a strong desire to ask the weird old man what trick he used in the end, since it was so evil.
"Come on, open your mouth."
"Hmm~"
Mu Qing was fed a mouthful of medicinal soup, and his brain ached as he thought of the swamp nightmare just now.
He quickly signaled to Xiaochan that there was no need to feed him, moved his position and asked, "How are they?"
In fact, Xiaochan has just recovered from a serious illness. She has been dragging her sick body to take care of everyone these days, and there is still a trace of sickly redness on her cheeks.
After hearing Mu Qing's words, her eyes lowered, her hand that was feeding the medicine froze in the air, but she fell into sadness uncontrollably.
She obviously understood who the "they" in Mu Qing's words were referring to.
Although the younger brother was in coma due to being shot by an arrow and escaped without drinking the few bowls of medicinal soup, his injuries after being hit by smoke became more serious and he still hasn’t woken up. The young lady woke up last night but couldn’t get out of bed yet. The entire caravan was there. Nearly forty people died in the evening. None of the guards brought out by the family survived because they drank the medicinal soup and no one was there to treat them.
Those are all her brothers. She and her brother Li Si have grown up with these people in the Liu family since they were young. How could they not have feelings for each other?
There was silence in the room for a moment. Mu Qing looked at Xiaochan who fell silent and remembered what happened that night. Now it seemed that those guards would have a hard time surviving without the help of famous doctors.
This is the current dynasty. Human life is as cheap as grass and mud. If relatives are still grieving, others will also sing.
Sometimes life is really too fragile. Mu Qing didn't want to be immersed in such an atmosphere all the time, so he immediately asked: "Xiaochan, who made this medicine?"
"ah?"
Xiaochan finally got out of her low mood. She understood what Mu Qing was worried about. After all, everyone had suffered a big setback recently.
"Zhai leader Lin Pan went to Stone City and captured all the doctors he could. Every time the medicine was cooked, those doctors tasted it first."
Xiaochan explained patiently.
After listening to Xiaochan's answer, Mu Qing seriously guessed in his mind the attitude of Lin Pan and others towards them now, and turned to Xiaochan and asked: "Did Lin Pan ask anything from that old man?"
Since the old man hid so deeply that he almost died at the hands of the other party, he had every reason to believe that the poison Lin Pan was poisoned was caused by the old man.
"The old man simply took the opportunity to admit that he was the one who poisoned everyone."
"But no matter how Lin Pan and the others tortured him, they never asked why he did what he did."
Xiaochan answered seriously.
Mu Qing actually had a guess in his mind, and he felt that this guess was not far from the truth.
That old man came just for their caravan!
Because a long time ago, the poison that Xiaochan was poisoned by should have come from this person. However, he has not yet figured out the real relationship between the dead Ninth Master Lin Xing and the old man, but he doesn't think so either. Make these poisons.
Mu Qing frowned and kept thinking about these issues, but suddenly he found Xiaochan sitting aside and staring at him motionlessly.
After Xiaochan awkwardly avoided Mu Qing's probing gaze, she also imitated Mu Qing's previous trick and said in a different direction: "The old man has been clamoring to see you now. Everyone is very strange."
"oh?"
Mu Qing raised his eyebrows and said softly: "I didn't expect this old man to go to the same place with me. I am also looking for him!"
After finishing speaking, he was ready to get up.
Xiaochan pressed Mu Qing's shoulder, shook her head and said, "The extent of your injury is unknown, so you'd better lie down first."
In Xiaochan's eyes, Mu Qing's medical skills should be comparable to those of the young lady's best friend. Now that he has woken up, the prescriptions he prescribes for himself must be better than those doctors captured from Stone City. The prescription is much better.
After all, for the latter, there is no such thing as a medicine that can cure the disease, and the right amount is crucial. As long as it doesn't kill people, their heads will still be on their necks.
Mu Qing lay on the bed, temporarily suppressing the strong desire in his heart to explore the old man, and tried hard to calm down the inexplicable strong uneasiness in his heart.
He was about to face himself, and the strong emotions brought about by uncertainty suddenly filled his chest.
Mu Qing didn't realize until this moment that he was vaguely avoiding something just now. It turns out that he also has a side that hides illness and avoids medical treatment.
"What should I do if I lose all my inner strength..."
With such thoughts constantly floating in his mind, Mu Qing's thoughts sank into his body, and he entered his meridians and acupuncture points little by little with the fear of losing.
The air in the room seemed to be stagnant for a moment.
"Ha ha!"
Mu Qing suddenly opened his eyes and grinned to both sides uncontrollably.
Xiaochan had been paying attention to Mu Qing's expression. Knowing that he had just finished looking inside, she felt relieved and asked with a smile: "How is your situation now?"
Mountain darkly, vista.
This feeling cannot be expressed in words, and it naturally emanates from Mu Qing's aura.
Mu Qing tried hard to control the size of his cracked mouth, smiled and said to Xiaochan: "The situation is very good, I think after running it for a few weeks, there will be no problem."
In fact, no matter what the problem is, his current situation can be said to be very good.
Without even understanding it himself, he had been promoted to the third level in a daze.
For practitioners in Taishi Continent, whether you practice internal skills, external skills, or both internal and external skills, there has always been an unwritten rule that is recognized by most practitioners:
Those below the third rank are martial artists who are proficient in martial arts, and those who reach the third rank and above can be considered true practitioners.
Only when you advance to the third level can you travel far and wide for a short period of time. At this time, hard work is no longer the main means to enhance your own strength. Only the small world of the human body and the big world of nature can interact with each other, spiritually symbiosis, and pursue Only by being extraordinary and understanding your own way can you go one step further.
The third level, the third level of seeking, the second level of detection, and the first level of truth-seeking correspond to the journey of inquiry and truth-seeking that humans have pursued through the mortal body through their mortal bodies since the birth of spiritual beings on the continent.
Mu Qing is now naturally lying flat on the bed, with his legs flat on the bed, his hands naturally resting on his abdomen, his limbs stretched, his eyes only a thin line, his sight directed towards his toes, using reverse breathing to inhale the Dantian, and using silent movement to enter stillness. The law started this week's luck.
He could clearly feel the internal force, which was many times more powerful than before, rising from the soles of his feet to the perineum, passing through Taillu, Jiaji, Jade Pillow, and then up to Niwan, and then from Niwan through Mingtang to Huangting. Dantian, repeat this cycle three times, and the true breath has been stored.
Mu Qing directly exhaled the turbid air that had accumulated in his body for many years. Now he felt refreshed and light as a swallow.
He got out of bed and stood up directly under Xiao Chan's astonished eyes. He smiled and said to Xiao Chan, "Let's go and see them."
