Mu Qing looked back and saw Murong Jing who had fainted. Her heart was filled with guilt and pain. She quickly squatted down beside Murong Jing, gently held Murong Jing's back with her hands, and asked anxiously: "What's wrong with you?" Mu Qing said. Then, he moved Murong Jing's body slightly so that her back was leaning against the stone tablet. He had already moved to pick up Murong Jing's collar, but his wrist was grabbed. He scolded himself and looked around, seeing that Murong Jing had already woken up. He shook his head and said: "I'm fine." Mu Qing looked serious and still untied her collar. On her fair shoulder, a blood-soaked palm print was extremely eye-catching. Mu Qing's eyes were filled with self-blame. Just as he was about to speak, Murong Jing was interrupted. A few slender fingers blocked his lips.
She turned pale and said with a chuckle: "You don't have to blame yourself, I just lost some blood, I just need to rest for a few days and I'll be fine."
"Sit down and let me take a look for you." The two of them had been close to each other for a long time. Mu Qing shook his head and gently placed his palms on Murong Jing's shoulders. His eyes dropped slightly and his face gradually became ugly.
Murong Jing lost a lot of blood and forcefully absorbed the power of Shura, which caused her meridians and acupoints to reach the limit of endurance, and even broke. Mu Qing's palm with chaotic consciousness directly broke several meridians on Murong Jing's shoulder. They were all shocked, but they knew that they didn't tell him at this time.
"I'm sorry. I, I..." The most serious injury on Murong Jing's body was actually caused by him! Mu Qing understood the pain in his heart, especially because Murong Jing didn't tell him because she was afraid that he would blame himself, and she didn't know how to speak.
A palm fell on Mu Qing's forehead, Murong Jing chuckled and said: "One thing I don't like about you is that you like to take everything into your own hands. You are Mu Qing, and you are just one person. If you It will be like this next time..." Mu Qing felt the sincere affection in Murong Jing's words, raised his head, gently held her soft and cool hand, and promised: "It won't be like this next time..." Murong Jing
He smiled, pulled the injury on his shoulder again, frowned slightly and said: "You brat, you still have no intention of touching me. Either there will be no next time, or you will take me with you. Am I a drag?" "Mu Qing's gaze fell directly on Murong Jing's face for a long time. Murong Jing was a little scared and asked: "Is my face hurt too?" Mu Qing shook his head and suddenly looked at Murong Jing's surprised eyes. Smiling: "Thank you, I love you." Murong Jing's slender eyebrows suddenly raised to both sides, her pretty face turned red instantly, her eyes wandered and she coughed lightly: "We should go out, this injury is nothing. "
"Compared to life-threatening injuries, they are nothing." Mu Qing responded, leaning close to Murong Jing's side and saying softly: "I just carefully checked the injuries here, and there are still a few strands of Shura in the broken meridians. The power." Murong Jing understood, then turned slightly sideways and crossed her legs.
Mu Qing's palm gently landed on the palm print, and after thoroughly cleaning out the remaining Shura power, he connected Murong Jing's meridians.
Murong Jing snorted softly. In fact, this kind of injury was difficult for her to handle with Shura's power, and it could only be regarded as a minor injury. However, she inexplicably enjoyed the process of Mu Qing's healing for her.
Mu Qing is now forcing himself to accommodate Shura's power, which is a blessing in disguise. His physical body's recovery ability has become very powerful.
But what makes him feel regretful is that this ability is not used on anyone except him. So he connected Murong Jing's meridians, but still could only do it bit by bit. After a cup of tea, Murong Jing vomited a mouthful of blood on the edge of the stone tablet base. Mu Qing breathed a sigh of relief and asked with concern: "How is it?"
"It's not bad." Murong Jing circulated her Qi. Except for the swelling and pain in the meridians and acupoints, which may take several days to slowly recover, there were no areas that were not functioning smoothly. She reached for the stone tablet and was about to stand up, but Suddenly there was a sound.
Mu Qing thought she still had hidden dangers, so he quickly held her slender waist and asked, "What's wrong?" When Murong Jing was deeply in love, she was very sensitive to Mu Qing's physical contact, so her slender waist swayed slightly and she avoided it. Behind Mu Qing's hand, she was facing the stone tablet. Mu Qing followed her and looked at the stone tablet and asked, "Is there anything wrong with this stone tablet?" Murong Jing looked a little surprised in her eyes. She released her hand from touching the stone tablet and then touched it again. Putting it up, his face suddenly became more serious, Chao Muqing said: "You touch it and see." Mu Qing had fought with Bai Hao before, and had been in contact with the stone tablet for a long time. Nothing strange happened, but he still touched it as he was told. Going up, the tentacles had a special feel to the stone monument. Apart from being affected by the mysterious flames and the temperature being a little high, there was nothing strange about it. So she asked, "What did you find?" Murong Jing was much closer to the stone monument at this time. Zhang's pretty face was almost pressed against the stone tablet, her head tilted as if listening to something. Mu Qing looked at her curiously, looking at the wound on her crystal earlobe, and remained silent.
After a long time, Mu Qing asked: "Did you hear something?" Murong Jing looked solemn and responded softly: "It seems to be some kind of chant... Do you know the origin of this stone tablet?" Murong Jing didn't have time to look carefully. According to the records on the stone tablet, Mu Qing stood beside her and repeated the contents to her verbatim.
After the retelling was finished, Mu Qing looked at Murong Jing with a curious look on his face. Murong Jing said with surprise: "The chants in the stone tablet were very vague at first, but after you opened your mouth, the chants seemed to match what you said. ." Mu Qing didn't expect to find something strange about the stone tablet before leaving, and subconsciously asked with a smile: "Does it say where the art of fixing fire is? I remember that Bai Hao seemed to have been thinking about this art. "Murong Jing narrowed her beautiful eyes, looked at Mu Qing, and then at the stone tablet. Her eyes suddenly lowered and landed on the base of the stone tablet, where the blood she had sprayed on it had been absorbed by the stone tablet.
Mu Qing followed her line of sight and noticed this change. When he looked at the blood stains that had been spilled on the stone tablet, he saw that it had already disappeared.
Murong Jing suddenly cut her white palm gently before Mu Qing could react. After the blood came out, she directly placed her palm on the stone tablet.
After the blood flowed out from Murong Jing's palm, it just soaked the edge of the palm and faded away on the stone monument. Mu Qing stood beside Murong Jing with a worried look on his face, planning to take her away from the stone monument if there was any problem.
Murong Jing's long eyelashes trembled slightly, and she suddenly said excitedly: "The content this time is different from the previous one. I can hear it more clearly."
"It seems this is your chance." Mu Qing's face was more joyful than Murong Jing's, and she stayed quietly beside Murong Jing, waiting for the end.
After a while, Murong Jing let go of his palm and said with some regret: "Besides the art of setting fire, I couldn't hear what else was said later. Well, what are you doing?" Mu Qing leaned over and his eyes fell on the stone tablet. He was a little confused. He remembered that he seemed to have blood stains on the stone tablet before, but it was nowhere to be seen.
Unable to figure it out, Mu Qing simply followed suit and made a thin mark on his palm, placing his palm against the stone tablet.
Murong Jing said softly: "Your blood has also been absorbed by the stone tablet, listen to what you heard?" Mu Qing tilted his head with a serious face, and soon shook his head and smiled: "I still can't hear anything."
"How could..." Murong Jing subconsciously placed her palms on the stone tablet, suddenly opened her mouth and looked at Mu Qing in surprise.
Mu Qing raised his eyebrows, as if he had guessed something, and did not let go.
