The dust has settled
"What a nice view!"
Qing'er stood on the city wall, her eyes reflecting countless splendid brilliance.
"Master, I saw it, a scene more beautiful than the iron flower."
Countless people stopped and looked at the brilliant colors in the sky.
"Such a beautiful scenery is rare to see in this life!"
It wasn't until the daylight disappeared that the people recovered from the shock.
"Where's the monster?"
"I saw it. It was God who showed up and destroyed the man-eating monster."
Such rumors spread from one person to another, and soon countless devout people began to kneel down and worship.
"Thank you God!"
"Thank you God!"
"Thank you..."
However, Qing'er, who saw everything in her eyes, did not feel that it was God's credit, because she knew that this scene was a promise made by Tang Ming.
For this reason, she hurriedly looked for Tang Ming, because such a scene meant that Tang Ming must still be alive.
When they came to the parting place, Qing'er looked at the majestic back with joy.
He was still standing there, his broad shoulders, now scarred, still giving people a sense of complete security.
"Master!"
Qing'er burst into tears, then took steps forward with a smile on her lips.
Tang Ming, who heard the voice, also slowly turned around.
But there was an intimidating coldness in his eyes.
The aloofness that despised everything in the world made Qing'er feel strange, and her running footsteps gradually stopped.
"Master?!"
"is it you?"
Qing'er asked tentatively.
Because even though the other party has a familiar face, there is something scary inside.
Tang Ming didn't say much, but picked up the Qingyun Holy Sword scattered on the ground.
"No wonder the power of the Qinglian Fairy Sword is impure. It turns out that a forbidden technique was used to separate part of the power."
"It's a pity that this emperor is just a consciousness now and can't repair the fairy sword. It depends on you, kid, whether you can understand the meaning."
As the deep voice fell, the light in Tang Ming's eyes gradually dissipated.
"Clang!"
Two significant sword blades fell from his hands.
Tang Ming also shook his body and fell to the ground.
"Master!" Qing'er hurriedly ran forward and caught Tang Ming who fell to the ground.
"Wake up, Master, wake up!"
But no matter how he shook, Tang Ming still showed no sign of waking up.
In the ruins of Luoyang Mansion, Ye Yuntian clutched his abdomen and struggled to walk out of the door step by step.
When he came to the noisy street and looked at Tang Ming who was unconscious, he walked slowly.
"Let me take a look."
After saying that, he put his finger on the tip of his nose.
"It's okay, he's still breathing. As long as he goes to the Martial Arts Holy Land, this guy can still be saved."
"Martial Arts Holy Land?" Qing'er was a little confused hearing this unfamiliar name.
"I can't explain that much. If we delay any longer, I'm afraid my life will be at risk."
Ye Yuntian said no more, hunched over Tang Ming, and hurried to the martial arts holy land.
Tang Ming had a strange dream while sleeping.
In the dream, I was born into a family of cultivators, and my entire family has been proud of me since I was a child.
All the younger generation regard themselves as the object of admiration.
Until one day, he accidentally discovered a top-notch fairy weapon.
Everything has changed dramatically.
The family was targeted by countless sect forces, and even more so when he was betrayed by his new wife on the occasion of his wedding.
The huge family was reduced to ruins in an instant, and countless members of the clan were littered with corpses.
And I could only watch helplessly as all this happened before my eyes.
On the other side of the dream, a figure emerged. He climbed to the top of the mountain, and at his feet were countless corpses.
When he turned around, his eyes looked at Tang Ming.
And that face was very similar to his own.
Just when Tang Ming was about to ask who the other party was, the dream had already awakened.
When he opened his eyes, he was in a strange place.
"Where is this?"
Blurred vision, looking over.
I saw a little head lying on the edge of my bed.
Maybe the sound just now disturbed her sleep.
Qing'er opened her eyes in a daze.
Looking at Tang Ming who had woken up, he quickly asked: "Master, is there something uncomfortable?"
Tang Ming slowly sat up and felt severe pain in his right arm.
Even with the straps wrapped around him, he could still feel the painful touch, eroding the nerves all the time.
He circulated the Qinglian spiritual power in his body, trying to repair the injury, but found that it had no effect.
"Strange, this is the first time this has happened."
In the past, as long as the Qinglian spiritual power was circulated, any injury could be repaired.
Now, no matter what method is used, spiritual power cannot enter the meridians.
"Hey, are you awake?"
Suddenly there was a voice outside the door.
And this person is not a martial arts disciple, but the doctor of Canglan Holy Land, Lin Qingyao.
"Why are you here?"
Lin Qingyao said matter-of-factly: "I came here to discuss medical skills with a few doctors. I came to save you because of my cousin's face."
"Cousin? You mean Ye Yuntian?"
Being both members of the Lin family, we can naturally think of this relationship.
"Otherwise, why do you think I'm here?"
After that, he came to Tang Ming's side, pulled off the straps on his body, and started to change the dressing again.
"Hiss!" Tang Ming took a breath.
"Can you be gentle?"
Seeing Tang Ming's frown, Qing'er hurriedly asked: "Master, does it hurt?"
Tang Ming, who regained his emotions, shook his head slightly.
"Fortunately, I can bear it."
Hearing this, Lin Qingyao smiled slightly, "That's good!"
After that, a few silver needles went down and stuck into the acupuncture points on Tang Ming's body.
A sour feeling of pain instantly spread throughout his body, making Tang Ming shiver instantly.
"It's done!" Lin Qingyao clapped her hands, then stood up and continued to give instructions.
"Remember, during this period, I will come back to change your dressing regularly. You must not move your right arm. You must use your left hand even when eating, drinking, and defecating. Do you understand?"
The tone was like a conductor, making Tang Ming feel helpless.
But now his Qinglian spiritual power cannot be repaired, and he can only obey orders.
"Okay, got it..."
Rather than the injuries on his body, Tang Ming wanted to know why Leng Hongchen wanted to expose his whereabouts.
So I decided to ask.
However, before she opened her mouth, she heard Lin Qingyao say: "Oh, by the way, the headmaster asked me to apologize to you. At that time, that old bald ass Wan Chutian used coercion and inducement. In order to save your sister, he could only change your path. Leak it out.”
"One day, when you climb the mountain gate, the headmaster will personally apologize to you."
Everything he wanted to say was blocked, and Tang Ming could only sigh.
"Having said so, can I still blame you?"
All for the sake of my sister, I endured the calm for a while.
The door was opened again, and Ye Yuntian's voice sounded immediately.
"Brother Tang, the headmaster said he wants to see you!"
Listening to these familiar words, Tang Ming suddenly remembered a bad memory.
