On Bailang Beach, the water is like silver, and silver flowers roll into the river.
The Bailang River runs through Weizhou and leads directly to the North Sea. After several spring rains, the water level of the river has risen slightly, and the waves are gurgling as white as snow.
The circuitous place is full of clusters of artemisia and reeds, which is somewhat like a northern water town. The evening breeze blows gently, and the young buds are swaying like green waves. Two horses are nibbling the spring grass along the thatched cottage.
Two beautiful figures in the house were busy inside and outside, instilling vitality into the bloody man covered in burlap.
The two of them had sad faces and beads of sweat on their cheeks, igniting a tense and imminent feeling in the quiet thatched cottage.
The infusing infusing energy lasted for half an hour, and then he stopped and helped the bloody man to level.
The young woman in a light blue dress had a sad look on her face and said with concern: "Senior Zhan Yi, his pulse is so weak, his Qi is unstable, and he has been poisoned again. Can he still be saved?"
Li Zhanyi, a gorgeous noblewoman, looked worried for a long time: "Although the pulse condition is like a candle in the wind, fortunately, the strands are not extinguished. The zhenqi mixed with poison seems to be unstable on the surface, but there are signs of integration between the two. It just depends on whether his body can survive the crisis."
Then he shook his head: "After all, the five internal organs are damaged and the tendons are disordered."
The stunning woman in the light blue dress bit her lips when she heard this, her eyes showing unconcealable anxiety: "How about I take him back to the capital to find daddy for help?"
"How did Miss Yu do this? Right now, Lord Shangshu is facing the court. If he is caught by several parties, wouldn't he be allowed to manipulate him? Besides, it is estimated that people who are greedy for fame and fortune in the whole world are looking for this person. It is difficult for us and the two of us to escort the remnant son of a rebellious minister who was seriously injured back to the capital."
Li Zhan said a lot in one breath, and while his huge chest rose and fell, he took a breath and said: "The poor girl analyzed his pulse and found that although his five internal organs are damaged and his muscles are disordered, there is not much concern for his life. We will wait until he stabilizes and regains consciousness." , and then help him correct his tendons, now I don’t dare to take risks without permission.”
She frowned slightly again and said: "The only thing I don't understand is why the weather is so weak, as if it was drained out of thin air? I'm afraid the level of success will be compromised if it survives!"
Yu Xiaowei looked sideways at the bloody man lying on the grass, uneasily tugged at the hem of his skirt, and said shyly: "Senior Zhan Yi, please step aside and I will help him change into clean clothes..."
The lady's eyes widened in surprise: "Miss Yu...is this...appropriate?"
Seeing her react like this, her shy and pretty cheeks were even redder than the sunset, and she said in a thin voice: "We can't keep him dressed like this, right? Besides, taking off dirty clothes can also reduce infection..."
The noble lady Li Zhanyi nodded silently, her eyes neither weird nor natural: "The poor girl will go outside to check the situation first!"
As the sound of the door being opened was heard, Yu Xiaowei, who had blushing cheeks, had the courage to take a closer look at the bloody man on the grass. The blood had condensed into black scabs between the clothes and skin, and the handsome and handsome face in the impression also turned sickly white. , lips were chapped and turned white, unkempt hair, eyes closed and comatose.
She took a deep breath and slowly took off his clothes, very gently and carefully, as if she was afraid of waking the sleeping handsome man.
Beijing.
In the Funing Hall of the Imperial Palace, the old emperor was lying on his side with his eyes slightly closed on top of the soft golden silk. A few meters away from him, an old eunuch wearing a crown of skill and a purple brocade robe with a round collar stood respectfully and slowly reported to the old emperor. .
This person was the old eunuch Cao Yan who took Zhao Zhengli to the junction of Qingzhou and Weizhou.
It was dark in the palace, and after Cao Yan finished his report, it became increasingly quiet for a while. The emperor, who closed his old eyes slightly, said in a deep voice for a long time, "What can the Seven Wise Kings do?"
The old eunuch bowed slightly and cupped his hands: "Your Majesty, Your Majesty, His Majesty the Seventh Prince has been living in seclusion since he was crowned, but..."
The old emperor raised his eyes slightly: "Say!"
The tone was simple, but full of the irresistible majesty of the emperor. Even the old eunuch Cao Yan, the grand master, was palpitating and said cautiously: "It's just that I heard from the eunuch below that the Seven Wise Kings have set up the concubines' tombs in the palace. …”
The old emperor sighed softly when he heard the sound, and closed his eyes again: "I owe his mother and I a debt! Setting up a spiritual throne is also considered as a sign of filial piety, so let's give it to him!"
Then he asked again: "Can the Crown Prince and Prince Cheng make changes?"
Cao Yan hurriedly bowed and replied: "The two highnesses were surprisingly unanimous in their silence."
The old emperor nodded: "Suddenly a seventh brother appears. Naturally, they will be honest for a short time, but it is only temporary."
Then he looked to the northeast, where the luxurious building of Funing Hall was illuminated by candlelight, and sighed slightly: "The past is over, my cold is better!"
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The morning breeze blows to Qingcheng Mountain, the mountains are secluded, and the ancient palace is located. In front of the Qingdu Palace, the first contemporary master, Feng Zifeng, and the second master, Yuan Chaoyang, overlook the morning glow, with silver beards and crane hair, and loose robes swaying in the wind.
The leader with a childish look caressed his white beard: "Immortality is destiny!"
As soon as he said this, Yuan Chaoyang next to him rolled his eyes mercilessly: "You're going to die and you're talking about a hammer!"
"If you die, just wait for the next reincarnation. The gods and humans will remain the same, and your luck will last forever!"
"..."
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Zhao Zhengli, who was in a coma, felt like he was carrying a thousand pounds of armor. When he couldn't breathe, he was gently removed by a pair of gentle and thin hands. Those gentle, water-like hands wiped every inch of his skin, making his body and mind feel relieved and comfortable in an instant. Extremely.
When the spring sun rose in the east, Zhao Zhengli gradually regained consciousness. The arrogant black energy collided randomly among the tangled tendons, causing the skin to bulge and swell. He only heard a sweet cry: "Senior Zhan Yi, he...he has real energy in his skin." The air is stirring..."
Another voice said urgently: "Quickly use your true energy to correct the tendons and meridians and return them to their proper positions!"
After finishing speaking, Zhao Zhengli suddenly had two streams of true energy pouring into his chest and back. It was very warm and soft, guiding the rampant black true energy in his body to move, and slowly sorting out the tendons that were like knotted hemp ropes.
This was a long process that lasted for two hours. Zhao Zhengli clearly felt that the two streams of true energy had changed from sufficient and stable to thin and undulating. He knew without thinking that the true energy was on the verge of exhaustion, but the two of them continued to instill it powerfully.
Yu Xiaowei and Li Zhanyi, who were combing his veins, were sweating like rain on their foreheads. The lack of true energy in their bodies caused a lack of energy and spirit. This was especially obvious for Yu Xiaowei. After all, she had just entered the first stage of a grandmaster, and her true energy was far inferior to that of Yu Xiaowei. Li Zhanyi, the senior sister of Emei who has been in residence for many years.
However, it was Yu Xiaowei who instilled the most intense energy, almost determined to exhaust her true energy. Therefore, when she was depleted to a certain extent, her delicate body began to shake and her limbs gradually became weak.
Li Zhanyi noticed it and quickly stopped him: "Miss Yu, stop it quickly!"
The weak beauty in the light blue dress forced a smile: "I... am... okay..."
Before he finished speaking, the delicate body swayed twice and fell to the ground.
"Miss……"
Li Zhanyi was so anxious that he couldn't take care of himself. He gritted his teeth and tried his best to instill it. Zhao Zhengli was startled, and then his muscles and vital energy became smoother and smoother.
Zhao Zhengli seemed to have spent all his strength to open his eyelids and said slightly, "Senior Sister Emei..."
Li Zhanyi raised his head when he heard the sound and saw the face that was three points whiter than a dead man. He checked his muscles and veins along the zhenqi and returned them to eighty-nine points, so he decisively stopped and without any words, he exhausted the zhenqi behind him. Yu Xiaowei rushed over to the fallen person, helped him sit upright, and woke him up with his remaining true energy.
Zhao Zhengli supported his stump and lay on his side on the grass, letting the black energy flow in his body. He looked at the two beauties who had lost all their energy and had mixed feelings for a moment. He could not believe that these two people would be the ones to save his life.
What surprised him even more was that Yu Xiaowei actually fought so hard for him that she exhausted all her energy. This was enough to make him burst into tears of gratitude. Faced with such a great favor, the seventh Taoist from Qingcheng solemnly handed it over: "You two have saved me forever. Zhao Zhengli will live forever." Don’t forget, if you find a way to use it, you will die without hesitation!”
His arrogant tone made Yu Xiaowei laugh, who had just woken up. Li Zhanyi rolled his eyes angrily: "Don't forget me forever. Just remember Miss Yu. Even if you die, remember Miss Yu." That's fine. As the old saying goes, the favor of saving one's life should be given with one's own body, so does the little Taoist priest get married into the Yu family?"
The half-ridiculous words made the beauty shy and the handsome man confused.
Zhao Zhengli is a smart man, how could he not understand the meaning of Li Zhanyi's words? It was Miss Yu's idea to save him. As for why he was saved, the word "bringing into the family" in the second half of the sentence seems to explain everything.
But what does Miss Yu see in her? So he is confused!
Zhao Zhengli naturally didn't dare to answer such words that were half ridiculing and half meaningful. He said, "I have to ask several senior brothers in the sect for instructions on major and minor matters in my life...so I don't dare to make any arbitrary opinions!"
Yu Xiaowei's pink eyes slightly raised, she didn't expect him to answer like this.
Li Zhanyi rarely showed a playful expression: "If a few Taoists agree, will you really marry me?"
Zhao Zhengli also clarified his thoughts at this moment: "That's natural. Who wouldn't like a beauty like Miss Yu? Who wouldn't love her?"
For a moment, I couldn't help but think of the Bi family sisters whose life or death was uncertain. Then the conversation suddenly changed: "I wonder how senior sister and Zhang Ziya from Qiqu Peak are getting along?"
She praised her savior and turned against Li Zhanyi's feelings, which really made her unable to turn around. She said, "Just him? He has looks but not looks, and strength but not strength..."
Before she could finish speaking, Zhao Zhengli quickly answered: "But he is thick-skinned. I heard that when you go to the Prince's Mansion as a guest, he will buy you the most expensive rouge and jewelry with your first payment!"
Li Zhanyi didn't take the bait, so he kept on talking about the topic: "He abandoned you and went to the Prince's Mansion. Are you not angry or hateful? Are you still here to say good things for him?"
Zhao Zhengli was stunned for a moment, thinking of the red-tasseled spear and the man with the mustache, and said calmly: "People go to higher places, and water flows to lower places. He followed me all the way north just for fame and fortune." For money, if you follow this path, you may not get anything, how can you save money to win the beautiful smile of the senior sister?"
The two chatted for a few words, but the topic couldn't get around Zhang Ziya no matter what. This made Senior Sister Emei stop talking resignedly. Unexpectedly, the bad Taoist priest also added meaningfully: "He is really good!"
Li Zhanyi went crazy several times, Zhao Zhengli was very proud, and Yu Xiaowei, who was watching the excitement, was even more happy, and did not think it was a big deal at all.
Recently, there was a rumor in the world that the son of a rebellious official took two sisters of the Bi family to escape for their lives. He exhausted his energy and died on the way, and was kidnapped to collect the reward.
This statement is not groundless, because some people in the Jianghu saw Biyu running wildly in Weizhou alone, crying in the forest with all his heart, "Taoist priest, Taoist priest, Biyu is useless, I have lost my sister. And let the gangsters kidnap the Taoist priest!"
At this moment, Zhao Zhengli's injury has stabilized under the care of Miss Yu, but the loss of eight points of luck has caused his level to plummet to the level of a small master.
He had no worries, no anger, no sadness about this, he just calmed down quietly with his legs crossed. All the consequences had been anticipated, which actually made the man in the palace feel at ease.
Zhao Zhengli was sure that there were experts around the old emperor. Knowing that he had entered the Wulu Temple, he was afraid that he, the son of a rebellious official, would become the "Yelü Xiao" of the Qing Dynasty, commanding the three armies and the court.
Therefore, the great master who opened the three saints in the temple was known as the "legacy of a rebellious minister" as soon as he appeared.
Now that his realm has plummeted and he is still suffering from the poison of thousands of zombies, he must be satisfied, right?
However, what confused him was that the flesh and the poison actually coexisted, and the injury was stable. The black poison was silently hidden in the flesh and blood. He didn't know whether this was good or bad.
The past two days have been hard for Miss Yu. She is usually served by maids and servants. How can she know how to serve others?
When I make some porridge, fry some medicine that is too mushy, or give me water that is too hot, the most common thing I say in the past two days is: "Oh, I'm sorry, I'm clumsy!"
Zhao Zhengli laughed it off and praised her for her great progress.
Li Zhanyi, the elder sister of Emei, was a little surprised when she saw this white-faced Taoist priest. A sharp decline in his realm would be as good as killing himself. How could he be so open-minded?
Based on his current situation, even if he recovers, he may not be able to roam the world at the level of a small master.
