Chapter 867 We are different
Bailian’s voice became louder, with an excited expression: “It is true, as time has said, that you and your mother are good friends to make up for the Sixth Sword!”
Bailian clearly felt the foot on his arm stiffen.
I don’t know what kind of time Bailiyu recalled, but a trace of complexity flashed on his handsome and aloof face.
Bailian's violent aura did not recede, and Bailian slowly closed his eyes, ready to face a more painful lesson, when the severe pain in his severed arm suddenly relaxed.
Bailiyu let go of his feet.
When Bai Lian turned around and looked away, he had already turned around.
The upright figure of Yushu stood in front of the crack in the void, with the spiritual sword Shenglong on his waist, and his black and red sword robe calmed down in the wind.
Because Bailiyu's back was turned to Bailian at the moment, he couldn't see clearly the expression on his father's face.
The moment before he stepped into the crack in the void and prepared to leave, an eerie voice came along the wind:
"Since you have chosen a path to darkness, if you bring evil objects to harm the world in the future, even if you are my son, you will not be easily forgiven!"
The cracks are closing, and Bailiyu's figure is revealed disappear completely.
Bailian's broken arm was crushed into the dirt, and the pain in his chest made it difficult for him to think clearly at the moment.
He lay on the ground, staring blankly at the white clouds above the sky, until his consciousness was about to blur, he murmured: "I won't..."
With the Pig Demon Sect After the first battle, coupled with the side effects of taking the Baiming Pill, Bailian's body looked normal on the outside, but it was already riddled with injuries on the inside.
After last night's treatment, the general's injuries have been suppressed, and he will be fine as long as he recovers slowly in the future.
But after Bailiyu's sudden arrival today, his injuries have been aggravated, and even the second-level realm that he had just broken through the mirror and sought Taoism has already shown signs of slight instability and decline.
So much so that Bailian slept in Taixuanzong for ten whole days.
The first time he woke up, he stood up suddenly and touched the Suzaku Qiankun bag in his collar. His mind was a little confused after sleeping for ten days.
In a confused state, he remembered that his father came to Taixuanzong and forced him to surrender his life.
In his sleepy dream, he had nightmares again and again. He dreamed that Shou fell under his father's sword covered in blood, babbling and looking at him with a pair of big blood-red and pitiful eyes. His father raised his sword and killed him coldly, and his soul was gone!
Bailian can no longer distinguish between dreams and reality.
He was pale and groping randomly in his clothes, ignoring the constant stinging pain on his chest and arms. He groped for a while and only felt the wounds on his chest and bandages. Other than that, what else? None.
My face instantly turned pale, and I was sweating profusely.
No! No! How could it be gone?
Where is my Suzaku Qiankun bag!
Today!
Could it be that my father really took it away!
Bailian's mind went blank, his face was full of panic, and he didn't even know where he was at the moment.
He forgot to lift the quilt covering his body and left under the bed.
Bailian, who was weak in arms and legs, naturally fell hard and made a big noise.
What is surprising is that almost in the next moment, Su Jing broke in through the door. The tight little black face saw Bai Lian lying on the ground in a panic, his breathing was stagnant, and he trotted over to help him with a very ugly look on his face. .
Bailian was so excited that his eyes were red when he saw Su Jing.
He hugged Su Jing regardless, as if hugging a life-saving driftwood in a helpless moment.
I tried hard to stand up. While struggling to get up, I asked hurriedly: "Where is my Qiankun bag! Have you seen my Qiankun bag!"
Su Jing's movement to help him suddenly froze, like a frozen quail, with his hands open and frozen in mid-air.
Her dark eyes were confused and confused, and her voice was stuck. After Balian urged her to ask him several times about the whereabouts of the Qiankun Bag.
She replied stiffly: "What Qiankun bag? I didn't see it."
"I'm going to find my Qiankun bag... I'm going to find my Qiankun bag."
Su Jing looked at Bailian's slightly confused appearance, which was completely different from his usual composure.
She finally felt something was wrong, and after frowning slightly, she shouted loudly: "Wen Hanwei! Wen Hanwei!"
A slim figure appeared in the open door, holding a hot The steaming medicine bowl is as unhurried as coming into the room.
The woman is wearing a white school robe, a belt engraved with jade patterns of blue birds and flying luan, and a simple waistband with silver and white snow tassels.
The collar is silver-edged, the sleeves are wide and fluttering, and the outer robe is made of white feather gauze and embroidered with red thread with a magical pattern of a red lotus rising from the fire. This is the inner robe of the Taixuan Sect. apparel.
Disciples like Wen Yu who do morning exercises in the mountains do not wear the sect robes with the feather gauze and red lotus pattern.
Obviously, this woman has a very high status in Taixuan Sect.
She slowly came to Bai Lian and Su Jing, and raised her eyebrows in surprise when she saw Su Jing being hugged and not having a seizure, but she didn't say anything. .
The woman's move was as sharp as lightning, and she pulled Bai Lian over very ungently.
The slender arms held Balian's head very powerfully, and poured down the hot and steaming concoction in the bowl.
Bailian was choked and coughed repeatedly, and the dark concoction gradually came out, staining the pure white clothes on her chest.
Su Jing looked at the steaming bowl of concoction and poured it in. She frowned and frowned, and finally couldn't help but said: "It's hot."
Wen Hanwei's eyebrows were cold, and she belonged to the kind of alienated, cold and elegant personality. woman.
She lowered her head and glanced at the boy whose cheeks and lips were burned red. She opened her thin lips slightly and said seriously: "Wen Cong said that the medicine must be drunk while it is hot to be effective."
Su Jing said oh, naively believing it to be true, then reached out and pinched Balian's nose and chin, and looked at her to indicate that she should continue to drink.
So with the help of these two people who had never taken care of anyone before, Balian fainted again.
Medicine Fairy Wen Cong, who had just stepped into the room, saw this scene and his eyelids twitched.
The frightened old man quickly put down the medicine basket and iron hoe behind his back, ran over and picked up Bai Lian, who was between them, and placed him on the bed.
"I'm still wondering, I mean, this injury that should have been healed and got out of bed in five days is still comatose on the tenth day? It's a life-and-death struggle for both of you to take care of your relationship. . ”
Wen Cong felt Bailian’s pulse and complained at the same time.
After checking the pulse for a moment, his face turned dark again, and then Su Jing said: "He woke up just now. He was very excited and couldn't stop him from getting out of bed."
Wen Cong looked at his daughter with an ugly expression, and said speechlessly:
"Daughter, I asked you to make some medicine for this boy to drink in the morning. There is a licorice called Sangyang. How much did you put in it?" Wen Hanwei frowned: " I followed your instructions and put in two spoons."
Wen Cong grinded his teeth and said, "How big of a spoon is that?"
Wen Hanwei said: "The spoon you use to drink. ”
Wen Cong slapped himself on the forehead and said frantically: "How can we compare? I'm talking about a small spoon for weighing medicine. Two spoons are enough. My wine spoon is bigger than your face!
If you take these two spoonfuls, the amount of medicine will be enough to make you excited. He's a fool! This kid is just confused."
Wen Hanwei was a little unhappy when she was scolded, and said seriously with a cold face: "I don't have a big face."
Wen Cong has always had no temper towards his daughter. He waved his hand feebly and said: "Yes, yes...it's my fault that you are asked to make the medicine. In the future, it is better for me to make the medicine myself. You can help me with the medicine." Bring a tub of cold water and add some ice cubes."
Wen Hanwei has always been taciturn and doesn't like to talk and communicate with others. The same is true for her father. She didn't ask what she wanted cold water for. She glanced at Bai Lian who was lying unconscious on the bed. Then he turned around and prepared to go.
Su Jing asked bluntly: "What do you want cold water for?"
Wen Cong took out the medicine bag and gave Bailian an injection, and responded without raising his head:
"This boy If you eat too much mulberry grass, your fire and yang energy will be too strong. , holding it in the body will easily damage the brain, so you have to use ice water to force out the excess medicinal properties."
Su Jing groaned, then squatted on the edge of Bai Lian's bed, holding his hands. Knees, silently staring into the void in a daze.
Wen Cong ignored the daughter of the sect leader. In his impression, Su Jing had this weird temper since she was a child.
It is extremely rare to be able to say a few words to him today.
Soon, the cold water was ready.
Bailian also woke up from his drowsiness, and when he opened his eyes, he saw an old man with a gray beard smiling at him: "Boy, you're awake, how do you feel?"
Unlike the excitement he felt the first time, Balian felt that his consciousness had been tossed into a mess and he was very tired.
Consciousness is like mud mixed with water. Only with great reluctance can we condense our thoughts.
He half-opened his heavy eyelids tiredly and murmured: "Qiankun bag...my Qiankun bag."
Wen Hanwei glanced at him, turned around silently, and took out a black embroidered red bird from the wardrobe in the room. He handed the Qiankun bag with the pattern to Balian and said in a cold tone: "Here it is."
Bailian held the Qiankun bag after it was lost and looked at Wen Hanwei gratefully. Said: "Thank you."
Wen Cong patted his cheek: "Eh? Eh? Boy, answer my question first, how do you feel now?"
Holding the Universe Bag, Balian's heart calmed down a bit, and he said: "Well... my body is very tired, so thirsty, and there seems to be a fire burning in my abdomen, which makes my brain hurt..."
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Wen Cong glanced at his daughter with a resentful look. This boy was the direct son of the Tianxi Sword Sect. He had never cured anyone to death in thousands of years.
If the sword master's son was killed by the doctor for the first time, he would probably lose all his face.
He quickly helped Bailian up and untied his clothes: "Quick, quick, take off your clothes and get into the cold water. I will prepare some neutralizing herbs for you, and give you the medicinal properties of mulberry grass. Force it out...Eh? Why are you pushing my hand?"
Wen Cong was a little angry when he saw that this boy was not cooperating at all.
Bailian pulled on his half-open clothes, looked up at Wen Hanwei, who was watching with an extremely indifferent expression, and said with a wry smile: "Men and women are not intimate, so please step aside, girl."
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Wen Hanwei glanced at Su Jing and asked calmly: "Don't leave."
Su Jing opened her eyes slightly and said in confusion: "What?"
"It's nothing." Wen Hanwei stopped. Say more, turn around and leave, but don't forget to close the door.
Wen Cong chuckled and said, "You have a lot of troubles. My daughter is already two hundred years old and can be your grandma. She looks like you are about the same size as a baby in swaddling clothes."
Bailian's mouth twitched. Judging from the girl's appearance, she could not be more than twenty years old, but she was already two hundred years old. Doesn't she have at least a cultivation level above the Takumi realm?
As expected, Tai Xuanzong is worthy of being a talented person.
With the help of Wen Cong, Bai Lian took off all his clothes and tied bandages on his chest and arms.
I don’t know what material the bandage is made of, but it is very magical. When he sat in the water, it did not even get half wet, and the wounds were perfectly protected from the cold water.
Perhaps it was because the Sangyang herbal medicine in his body was too strong. Baili was sitting in a cold water tank with pieces of ice and stone under his body. He didn't feel cold at all, but instead had a splitting headache. The pain was also reduced a bit.
Medicine Fairy Wen Cong continued to take the silver needles behind him and slowly stuck them on his head one by one. After a few needles, Bai Lian could only speak and could not move.
"The boy was seriously injured, but he actually had the courage to take the Baiming Pill. I heard from Sect Master Su that you killed that Demon Sect member with the sword. You are really a fearful person."
Wen Cong said in a pleasantries. , although this boy's strength and cultivation are not good, his courage is indeed commendable.
As for the wounds on his chest and arms, Su Guanhai naturally would not say that they were caused by his father, so Wen Cong could only think that they were caused by the remnants of the Demon Sect.
Bailian smiled bitterly: "Thank you for your treatment, senior. May I ask who he is? How do you call him? Where is this place?"
Wen Cong coughed lightly and puffed out his chest. Put away the silver needle medicine package and say:
"My name is Wen Cong, and this is the secluded garden at the back of Taixuan Sect. Su Zong thought you were seriously injured and sent you to me for treatment. Don't worry, with me here, your injuries will be nothing to worry about."
After saying that, Wen Cong glanced secretly at Balian's reaction.
Bailian did not disappoint him, and he said with a surprised look on his face: "Medicine Immortal Wen Cong? Old sir, are you the legendary thousand-year-old Immortal Medicine Immortal Wen Cong?!"
Wen Cong stroked his beard with great satisfaction: "No. Wrong, it’s me. Well, let’s not talk about it for now. I’m going to prepare some medicine for you. You can soak here for a while. Uh... Su Jing, why are you still here?”
Wen Cong looked at Hug Keng. Su Jing, who was squatting on the edge of the bed without moving a step, looked speechless.
Su Jing raised the corners of her eyes, tilted her head to one side, and ignored him.
Wen Cong frowned, and suddenly remembered what Su Guanhai said to him, his eyebrows suddenly relaxed, and a smile appeared on his face:
"Okay, here it is, here it is. Well, please take good care of this kid. I'm going to prepare the medicine first."
After Wen Cong left, Su Jing slowly got up and moved a small square stool to sit across the tank from Bailian.
She held up her chin and asked: "What does it mean that a man and a woman do not kiss each other?"
There was a silver needle stuck in Bailian's body, so he couldn't move or turn his head. Only the dark half of his face could be seen in the corner of his eye.
He held the Qiankun bag tightly in his hand and explained: "It means that men and women are different. Men and women should not be too intimate. This is the most basic etiquette.
No disrespect. Look, don’t listen to anything inappropriate, Don't say anything inappropriate, unless the father and wife are intimately connected, men and women do not sit together, use different shackles, do not wear turbans, and do not teach each other in person."
Su Jing was confused when he heard this, and he didn't understand at all. Hearing it, he simply said oh perfunctorily.
After sitting there bored for a while, she asked again: "Why does your body look different from mine?"
Balian was puzzled: "What looks different?"
(End of this chapter)