"Tianyun?"
She kept mumbling in her mouth, and suddenly, as if she thought of something, her eyes suddenly brightened. She was a little excited and wanted to stand up, but before she could stand up straight, she fell down again.
At this time, she didn't know the details of the person in front of her, so Qingya didn't step forward to help her, but she still took a step forward with her right foot, just in time to rest on her fallen knee.
Maybe he cherishes her, or maybe he feels that such beautiful legs should not have scars, who knows.
Despite this, she still frowned in pain, but Qingya couldn't help laughing: "Now you know it hurts? They are just ordinary people, why do they have to do such a heavy hand?"
"snort."
The woman in green glanced at Qingya, turned her head to the side, took out a small porcelain bottle from her waist, pulled out the cork and drank the contents in one gulp.
A burst of warm fragrance came, Qing Ya bent down to take the bottle in her hand, but she happened to hook her neck with her backhand, and then she stood up tremblingly holding Qing Ya's shoulders.
Although he was still staggering a little, he could barely stand still.
"Eh?" Now Qingya was even more curious about the medicine she just drank, and without asking anyone if they agreed, she took the bottle from the woman in green.
Qingya couldn't wait to put the bottle under his nose and smell it, then turned the bottle upside down, dripped the remaining liquid in the bottle on the back of his hand, and lightly dipped a little of it into his mouth with the tip of his tongue.
"Girl, this medicine of yours..."
"My name is Wuyou."
As soon as Qing Ya opened his mouth, he was interrupted. For a while, he couldn't remember what to say next.
After a while, Qingya said to her again: "Miss Wuyou, the medicine you just took was mixed with a lot of Mingyu Duan Yuan flower. Although this flower has a strong healing effect, it contains a trace amount of Yuanhun poison. .
The toxins accumulated in Yuanhun after taking it for the first few times were very small, making people feel that it was actually a holy medicine for healing. But if things go on like this, the soul will be damaged. Once the flower poison attacks, although it will not cause death, all the cultivation will be wasted, and the pain of the soul will be tortured all day long. I hope the girl will get rid of these poisons as soon as possible.
"I'm different from you. You are a leader in the righteous path. You have an inexhaustible supply of miraculous elixirs, and your cultivation techniques are of the highest quality. Naturally, you don't need to worry about anything else."
As time went by, Wuyou slowly regained her strength. She let go of Qingya and stood in front of him and continued: "But once I am injured, what is waiting for me is to kill everyone, so I can't be dragged down by the injury, otherwise I won’t be able to see the sun the next day,”
"I won't think about what will happen in the future. As long as it can help me survive tomorrow, then it is my holy medicine."
"Even if I get rid of that nightmare now, I can't live without it, you know?"
"I..." Qingya slapped his mouth, not knowing how to answer.
"I know why you came here. Since you have defeated me, I will tell you everything you want to know. Come with me." After that, she turned around and slowly walked out of the hall.
Following Wuyou through the long and narrow corridor, she pushed the door open and walked into the last room. Immediately, bright candles lit up in the originally dark room.
Her room reminded him of his own room in Huaying Building. Although he only lived there for a few months, it was a time that he could never forget.
This time when I went down the mountain, I didn’t even go back to my room to see it.
After retracting his thoughts, Qing Ya walked into the room, but couldn't help but stopped in his tracks.
I saw that the room was filled with lush bonsai, with wide branches and leaves, full of spring, and many vines winding up the pillars or spreading on the surrounding walls. There are even long branches hanging down from the eaves, like willows by the lake, swaying gently in the evening breeze.
Once you walk through this door, you feel like you have traveled from a bustling city to an ancient jungle.
The woman in red looked around, and then poured the wine glass in her hand outwards. A burst of red light formed a water curtain and enveloped the four people inside.
"The first lesson of traveling in the world is that walls have ears and you need to be careful. Remember, silly boy." The woman in red shook the empty wine glass in her hand and said to Qingya with a smile.
"Thank you, girl, for your teaching. I will remember it in my mind." Qingya thanked the woman in red and then turned to Wuyou and said, "Miss Wuyou, please tell me."
"It has been more than two years since the Holy Cult came to Qiantang. Now their actions are getting bigger and bigger, so they should be targeted." Before the three people from Qingya walked out of the dark forest, Wuyou Be the first to get to the topic.
"Then who are you and why are you here? Is this Yingyue Tower also the stronghold of the Wildfire Sect?" Qingya continued to ask.
"My name is Wuyou. I gave this name to myself." As she spoke, she took off the accessories on her hair. As she took off a bamboo hairpin from her bun, her long, smooth hair fell into place. Pours down like a black waterfall.
"In the words of the sect, I am now a saint in the sect."
"Saint?" Upon hearing this, Qingya subconsciously raised his vigilance and stood in front of Hua Qing'er and the woman in red.
"You don't need to be nervous. His Holy Spirit is the son of the leader and is respected by everyone. There can be many saints, but I am the only one who survived to the end."
Qingya didn't answer, just listened quietly to the story she told next.
"I have been without a father or mother since I was a child. I have been in the Holy Cult as long as I can remember. It is said that I was adopted by the leader. Of course, there were hundreds of abandoned little girls with me.
At that time, I felt that the Wild Fire Holy Cult was the best place in the world. We ate delicious food and wore beautiful clothes. When we were a little older, they even hired a husband to teach us how to read. Specialized dance musicians teach us to sing and dance.
They say we are noble saints, like princesses. Thinking about it now, that should have been the happiest time in my life.
I remember when I was fourteen years old, we were taken to an island. I can’t remember where that ghost place was now. I only remember that the island was covered with a large area of towering dense forest, and even the sunlight could penetrate it when walking inside. If you don't come in, it's like being in the dark forever.
Each of us only carried two days of food and a bottle of Mingyu Powder, and we were left on a deserted island. At first, we all thought it was just a game and thought they would come to take us back soon. Many people were still laughing and playing.
After a few days, all the food we brought was gone, and there was not even drinkable water on the island. We began to pick some wild fruits and catch some small fish and shrimps to satisfy our hunger. At this time, we were still encouraging and comforting each other. They must have been delayed by something, and we would be able to go back soon.
The primitive island is full of crises. Some of us accidentally ate poisonous fruits or mushrooms and died of pain in front of everyone. Others were bitten by poisonous insects, and we could only watch her slowly die. breath.
We put the dead sister on the small raft we made and let her drift away with the sea, hoping that she would be carefree in the next life. The rest of us have no other thoughts but how to survive.
Speaking of this, Wuyou's voice was choked with sobs. Recalling the past must have also brought her sorrow. Hua Qing'er, who had been soft-hearted since childhood, had red eyes when she heard this, and quietly wiped the corners of her eyes with her sleeve.
