Xiaolan followed the instructions and first fed Yang Ming to take the decoction. The decoction was sour, bitter, spicy, and contained various flavors, making his face turn red, blue, and purple, just like a lantern changing colors.
Yang Ming resisted the feeling of vomiting and shouted in a hoarse voice: "Hurry, Xiaolan, smear that bowl of stuff all over my body."
Xiaolan didn't dare to neglect. She put on her gloves and was about to step forward to untie Yang Ming's bandage. Yang Ming was startled and immediately stopped the other person's movements: "Xiaolan, what are you going to do?"
"Master, why don't you take off the bandage and apply it all over your body?" Xiaolan said immediately.
Yang Ming had calculated everything, but he actually failed to calculate that his whole body was covered with bandages at this time, and it was difficult to even lift a finger, and he instantly felt embarrassed.
"Don't worry. I've been serving you, young master, since I was a child. I've seen everything you should and shouldn't see."
Xiaolan patted her small breasts with her small hands, trying to relieve Yang Ming's embarrassment, but the next moment she blushed. After all, she was also a teenage girl, and she must have random thoughts.
Yang Ming took a deep breath, closed his eyes tightly, and said resolutely: "Xiaolan, come on!"
Seeing this, Xiaolan murmured in a voice that only she could hear: "Looking at you, you seem to have suffered a big loss. Have you ever thought that I am also a yellow flower girl?"
Yang Ming heard Xiaolan muttering something in a low voice, but he couldn't hear clearly. The next moment, he felt a terrible pain in his body. It was Xiaolan who accidentally touched the wound when he started to remove the bandage.
"Hey, be gentle..."
"I'm sorry, Master, Xiaolan didn't mean it."
"I understand, just be more careful next time, oh...it hurts!"
Finally, after a lot of trouble, all the bandages on Yang Ming's body were untied, and he was completely naked, but there were shocking scars all over his body, which showed how hard Su Yucheng ordered him to be beaten.
"I'm going to put it on, Master."
Without waiting for Yang Ming to answer, Xiaolan picked up a handful of mud-like paste and smeared it on his chest. Immediately, Yang Ming felt a sharp pain in his chest, as if a hole had been burned through by fire, making him grit his teeth. , limbs twitching uncontrollably.
Seeing Yang Ming's painful look, Xiaolan's eyes were full of worry, and her movements slowed down unconsciously. Yang Ming struggled to say through her teeth: "Quick!"
Xiaolan, who was reminded by Yang Ming, also knew that now was not the time to be sad and worried. She kept smearing the unpleasant paste on her hands and kept saying to herself: Hurry up, Xiaolan, hurry up!
A few minutes later, except for Yang Ming's head, every part of Xiaolan's body was covered with a layer of sticky paste. The pungent and unpleasant smell filled the whole room. Xiaolan also followed Yang Ming's instructions. Wait outside the room to prevent others from approaching.
Yang Ming could no longer feel the pain of ruptured meridians. It had now been replaced by a severe burning sensation, which was constantly teasing Yang Ming's fragile nerves.
Yang Ming wanted to pass out, but he couldn't. He had to mobilize the energy of heaven and earth to protect his lifeline at all times, otherwise the toxins would immediately erode his lifeline and die on the spot.
"My day ＊＊......"
On the mourning platform, Yang Ming was in so much pain that he forgot his morals and kept shouting ugly swear words. This method called "Hundred Poison Cultivation Method" was a method he learned from Drak's memory that could repair fatal injuries below the Spiritual Transformation Realm. It was exquisite. It uses strong poisons externally to corrode the skin, flesh and bones of the whole body, and takes a medicinal decoction composed of nearly a hundred kinds of poisons internally, so as to fight poison with poison and achieve the effect of repairing the damage.
At that time, Yang Ming took a fancy to the "Hundred Poison Cultivation Method" because the materials were easy to find and the preparation was simple. If he had known in advance that it would be so painful, he would never have chosen to use this method for treatment.
The pain continued. Yang Ming had just gotten used to the burning sensation, but without any warning, his whole body felt a numb and itchy feeling that was even worse than the burning pain. It was like thousands of ants crawling on his body, making Yang Ming's body numb. Sanity is once again on the verge of collapse.
"ah……"
Yang Ming couldn't help shouting. He could still get used to the pain, but the itching tortured his nerves all the time, making him miserable.
"Bear it, you must hold it, you can do it, Yang Ming, you are the best..."
In the room, Yang Ming kept encouraging himself to prevent himself from passing out. If he relaxed even a little, the remaining trace of reason would collapse and he would pass out completely. Then the body would be eroded by toxins, and the gods would also It was difficult to save, and the test ended in failure because he could not resist the destiny. He didn't know whether the soul could return to its original body, so he didn't dare to gamble.
An hour passed, but the pain did not subside at all. On the contrary, it showed signs of getting worse. Yang Ming yelled again. This time, his screams attracted others, including "Yang Ming's" father, Yang Weixiong.
"Xiaolan, what are you doing in the room, young master? Why are you screaming in such pain?"
Yang Weixiong walked out of the room with the general guard and saw the maid Xiaolan standing guarding the door, so he asked.
"Master...I..."
Xiaolan hesitated and refused to tell the truth, and Yang Weixiong immediately became furious. He was already annoyed because his son was beaten to half-life, but now even a maid dared to resist his order and let him Where is his majesty?
"Xiaolan, if you don't tell me, don't blame me for the torture. Come here, take her to the law enforcement hall and beat her thirty times!" Yang Weixiong immediately ordered, and two guards walked out from behind him and stepped forward to arrest her. Hold Xiaolan's arm.
"No, no, no, master, Xiaolan is still a child. Beating her thirty times won't kill her. Xiaolan, why don't you tell the master's situation quickly?"
Wei Gang stopped the guard and asked Yang Weixiong for mercy. Yang Weixiong usually respected Wei Gang's opinions, so he was not dissatisfied with Wei Gang's blocking.
The last sentence was addressed to Xiaolan. Wei Gang and Xiaolan have a very good relationship. The former has never married and has no heirs, so he has long regarded Xiaolan as his daughter. Of course, he does not want to see Xiaolan beaten to death. .
"Master, I... the young master didn't let me say it, and he also said that he wouldn't be disturbed by others." Xiaolan was already scared to cry by the thirty boards, but thinking of Yang Ming's instructions, she had the courage to explain to Yang Weixiong road.
The painful screams kept coming from the room. Yang Weixiong had long been worried, and he didn't care about Xiaolan's words. He immediately opened the door, and a strong and pungent stench wafted out of the room, making everyone cough.
"Cough cough cough cough..."
Yang Weixiong endured the pungent and unpleasant smell and walked into the room. He saw that his son was pale and covered in brown-green paste. He immediately reached out to drag Yang Ming out.
"Don't...don't touch!"
Yang Ming was weak and struggled to squeeze out two words from his throat. After hearing the words, Yang Weixiong froze his hand in mid-air, almost touching Yang Ming's body.
"Ming'er, what's wrong with you? Don't scare father?" Yang Weixiong withdrew his hand and shouted to Yang Ming from the bedside.
Yang Ming on the bed had no time to pay attention to him. Now it was time to connect the meridians. The burning sensation was the pain caused by corroding the skin, and the numbness and itching was the feeling of skin regeneration. Once a life was ruined, the impurities in the body were removed. If it is cleared and only the upper meridians are connected, then the body will be repaired and its qualifications will be improved to a higher level.
Yang Weixiong ran outside the door, grabbed Xiaolan and asked anxiously: "Do you know what the paste on the young master's body is?"
"Yes...yes..." Xiaolan was obviously hesitating.
"Xiaolan, please tell me quickly, do you really want me to fine you thirty boards?" Wei Gang said anxiously.
"I can't say it!" Xiaolan closed her eyes hard, and she made up her mind. She would not say anything if she didn't want to, even if she was beaten thirty times, she would not say anything.
When Wei Gang saw Xiaolan's reaction, he was so anxious that he slapped his thigh repeatedly, "Oh, Xiaolan, what are you doing? At such a critical moment, you are still angry with me."
After Yang Weixiong heard Xiaolan's words, he laughed angrily and said to the latter: "Don't think that I won't kill you. You forced me. Today I will let everyone know who said anything about this Yang family." Calculate!"
He raised his right hand high and slapped it angrily at Xiaolan's head. Just as his palm was about to hit Xiaolan's head, an astonishing energy fluctuation came out of the room. This strangeness attracted everyone's attention.
Yang Weixiong couldn't care about Xiaolan at the moment. He entered the room as fast as the wind. When he saw Yang Ming on the bed, his face gradually turned rosy. There was a crackling sound coming from his body. His aura began to become stronger. He was at the beginning of the Soul Quenching Realm. Intermediate level of Nawei realm, perfect Nawei realm, elementary level of Gathering spirit realm, and finally settled on the intermediate level of Gathering spirit realm.
"This...this is..."
Yang Weixiong was so shocked that he could not speak. Yang Ming, who was dying just now, has now recovered and has made breakthroughs in his realm.
Yang Ming stood up, moved his body, and when he didn't notice anything strange, he said to Yang Weixiong: "Father...Father, the child is healed."
"I'm not dreaming, am I really better?" Yang Weixiong stretched out his hand to touch his son's body in disbelief, but when he saw that the medicine paste was still left on the latter's body, his hand froze in mid-air.
"Father, please go back first. The child will come to you after taking a bath." Yang Ming also hated the bad smell on his body and wanted to take a bath immediately, so he drove Yang Weixiong out of the room.
Yang Ming sat in the bathtub in the room. Xiaolan kept pouring water into the bathtub. When the water flooded Yang Ming's chest, he stopped Xiaolan: "Xiaolan, you are suffering."
When Xiaolan heard Yang Ming's words, her delicate body suddenly trembled. Tears kept rolling in her eyes. She tried hard not to cry and said: "Xiaolan is fine. In the end, the master did not punish me. As long as the young master can recover, he will beat me." Also willing."
In the spiritual platform, Yang Ming said to "Yang Ming": "Xiaolan is a good girl, don't let her down."
"Yang Ming's" soul fire flickered for a moment, and Yang Ming said again: "I have helped you change your destiny against heaven. It's time to leave. See you again if we are destined." After saying that, he disappeared in a flash.
Yang Ming, who was soaked in the bucket, suddenly closed his eyes, and then opened them again. It could be seen from his eyes that he was no longer Yang Ming, but became "Yang Ming".
"Thank you, my other self."
