Chapter 339 Wishes Not Completed-
Sikong Mansion, Marrow Cleansing Hall.
Even the nine-layer shark gauze tent hanging in the caisson in the hall could not stop the deep sighs coming from the tent. The gauze tent was tilted, and Zhuang Yuheng's personal maid Qingyun walked out with a gilded white jade basin, looking sad.
There were several pieces of water chestnut vermicelli in the pot, all of which were covered with blood stains, soaked in the jade pot.
Outside the shark gauze tent, several old men who looked like medicine immortals in the upper realm stood, as if they were nailed to their original place, bent down and did not dare to make any noise. Seeing Qingyun come out, he took the opportunity to look for the gaps in the tilted gauze tent, which was futile, so he had to look at Qingyun with a burning face and ask with his eyes.
Qingyun shook his head, said nothing, and walked out of the hall door with his jade bowl hanging down.
"Bang!"
A bottle with "golden seal patterns" flowing on the body of a bottle was thrown out of the gauze tent, and it rolled and crashed into the stone pillar and was broken into pieces. The magic medicine with golden seal patterns in the bottle was hidden underground when it touched the ground. The two pieces of the amber medicine that had survived after the disaster were spread across the fragments of the amber medicine bottle, the golden light suddenly disappeared, and was about to disappear - one of the old men was full of regret, and he almost clenched his fingers and almost cleaved the back of his hand, but he did not dare to move at all, let alone pick it up.
"It's all waste! Get out!"
Gu Cangyue's faint curse came from the gauze tent, and the few people's temples instantly started to sweat, so their heads drooped lower. They used their light to test each other, and they retreated out of the Marrow Cleansing Hall, but they did not dare to leave, and they lowered their heads and stood outside the hall.
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"Tick."
A drop of blood with crystal blue air fell along the edge of the Wannian Moisturizing Jade into the marrow washing pool. The marrow washing liquid in the pool was like dyed cinnabar, rippling with crimson red.
Gu Cangyue clenched her fist and placed her cut wrist above Song Weichen's chest so that her blood could drip smoothly on the penetrating injury he caused - she could not heal herself due to the influence of the marks of her previous life. The previous few injuries were all caused by him using his own blood as a coagulation effect. Zhuang Yuheng was able to succeed by using his immortal arts and spiritual medicines in the upper realm to rescue him, but it did not work today.
Above the moist jade, the blood was shocking. It is hard to tell how many of them came from Gu Cangyue, and how many came from Song Weichen.
"Why doesn't Yuheng Jun work?"
Gu Cangyue's face was pale, one was worried about Song Weichen, and the other was losing too much blood. If this continued, he would fall down.
...
Zhuang Yuheng didn't say anything, his eyebrows were almost twisted and knotted.
At that time, he was planning to go to Ruan's mansion to ask about his aunt Jing Lan for the latest situation. He heard that a few days ago, a servant saw Ruan Mianmian's "shadow" in Ruan's mansion, and it was circulating everywhere, but Jing Lan had no movement.
As a result, as soon as I went out, I saw a huge phoenix covering the sky and swooping towards the Marrow-washing Hall. I thought it was not good - but I didn't expect it to be so bad.
Song Weichen's injury had already shocked him, but he was mentally prepared. If Gu Cangyue showed his true body, who would be the only one who could make Gu Cangyue appear to be in a flash of lightning.
But no matter what, Zhuang Yuheng did not expect to see Mo Tingfeng like that. His magic power was lost, his shoulders and back were covered in blood, and he was stuck together with his body, and he fainted on the back of the phoenix. Despite this, he was still holding Song Weichen tightly. It took Zhuang Yuheng a little effort to separate them.
"Is he committing suicide?"
The situation was obviously critical, but this thought came out of my mind. It’s not a big mistake for Zhuang Yuheng to think randomly. After all, this is Mo Tingfeng, the most powerful force in the Mei Realm. Apart from himself, who can hurt him so far?
Zhuang Yuheng shook his head and cleared away those inexplicable thoughts, and did not care about delving into it, so he quickly rescued him.
Fortunately, although Mo Tingfeng was seriously injured, fortunately, Gu Cangyue had already sent a message to the Upper Realm Medical Immortal when she was on the road and asked them to bring the best spiritual pills to Sikong Mansion to wait for their orders. Those elixirs were ineffective against Song Weichen, but they had immediate results on him.
Zhuang Yuheng put Mo Tingfeng into a medicine bathtub made of spiritual pills and marrow washing liquid. Seeing that the wound on his back healed quickly, the newly grown powder gradually merged with the original skin color. Although he was still unconscious even though his magic power was exhausted, he had no worries about his life, so he felt relieved.
But Song Weichen is different.
Even the crane-shaped copper furnace by the marrow washing pool was filled with thousands of years of Ganoderma lucidum and the yellow spring sun grass, and spit out the Guling Immortal Misty that even the gods were envious.
Even though Zhuang Yuheng had used magic power to use several "generating techniques" that were not easily used, at first glance, the silver light of the marrow washing liquid in the pool seemed to melt the stars. In theory, such a big fanfare rescue can even be resurrected even if the dry bones are used.
But he tried his best but still couldn't save her.
It was like the day the ghost market was attacked, and the little man blocked Ruan Mianmian's solid knife for him. He also tried his best, but he still couldn't save her.
But at that time there was at least an excuse, because Gu Cangyue was not there, and no one had a way to stop the bleeding for her, so there was no way to rescue her. But today is different, he had no excuse anymore.
...
Song Weichen's face looked like ice, and he was lying on the big Wannian Runyu without moving, looking extremely well-behaved.
Zhuang Yuheng took the spell, lowered his hand, and stood beside Runyu without moving.
"Jun Yuheng! What are you doing? It's important to save people!"
Gu Cangyue was furious and forcibly suppressing the uneasy voice came from the side. He lost too much blood and his face was as paper as his body shook slightly, and he was already forced to the limit. Zhuang Yuheng lowered his eyes and said nothing, not looking at him.
With an almost unpredictable sigh, he raised his hand and gently brushed Gu Cangyue’s wounded wrist, and the wound disappeared for a moment.
"As soon as the deceased ghost who went to Huangquansi could recover his soul for a moment. Calculate the time and it was time for her to wake up.
"Well, wake up in a while, if you have something to say... hurry up and say it."
Surprisingly, Zhuang Yuheng was not sad when he said this. He didn't seem to have any special feeling, calm and ethereal, as if everything in front of him was false, but lightning was revealed.
He only remembers that the little girl Chongxinfu promised that she would live with all her strength.
He believed in her so much, and this time, she would keep her promise, right?
Zhuang Yuheng looked at the shocking blood on Wannian Runyu, and suddenly felt dizzy and dazzling. With a wave of his cloud sleeve, Song Weichen disappeared from above and was instantly transferred to the soft couch next to the marrow washing pool. The brocade quilt covered the penetration wound that was still bleeding on his chest. At first glance, it seemed like he was asleep.
...
"Zhuang Yuheng, what do you mean?!"
Gu Cangyue's eyes were red, and she grabbed Zhuang Yuheng's outer robe - but unfortunately, he was in a bad condition and was staggering by his own actions, but Zhuang Yuheng supported him.
"If you have the skill of losing your temper with me, it's better to see her more."
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"You! You are not allowed to curse—"
"Um..."
With a slight moan, Song Weichen's eyelashes moved slightly, but his eyelids seemed to be falling.
She felt a pain in her chest, and as she breathed, it spread to her limbs and bones, so much pain that she just wanted to die quickly.
"Wake up!"
Zhuang Yuheng abandoned Gu Cangyue and flashed to the soft couch the next moment. He quickly condensed his magic power in his palm, turning a few pills into a wisp of scarlet smoke to the tip of Song Weichen's nose, and letting her breathing into her lungs. This is a pill to block the pain. It must be applied when the person is awake to the heart - this is the best thing he can do for her right now.
Sure enough, as the pill entered the lungs, Song Weichen's eyebrows and eyes could be seen stretching out, and even thought that the severe pain that had just happened was an hallucination.
Her eyes opened slightly, and she met Zhuang Yuheng's earnest and red eyes, and the familiar dome of the Marrow-washing Hall, and she already knew where she was.
Am I in Cangyue’s cloud cocoon?
In a daze, Song Weichen vaguely recalled several scenes in Cangyue Mansion. Mo Tingfeng was wrapped in countless black lines, and most of his magic power was sucked away, while the bird seemed to have lost his mind and was about to hurt him!
"Oh, Brother Yu...Mo...Cang..."
She was extremely weak, and the words were not enough. The ice tuo was still in the cocoon of Gu Cangyue. If she was not there, they would definitely lose both sides!
“…weiwei.”
Gu Cangyue also came over, and thousands of words were choked in her throat. She could no longer speak by calling out her name. She knelt on one knee on the edge of the soft couch and held her hand tremblingly, with blood and tears in her eyes.
Seeing that it was him, Song Weichen's brows loosened again. It was so good that there was no purple cataract in the eyes of Big Bird. It seemed that he had returned to normal - if he was normal, I think Bingtuozi should be fine.
"Ink...Ink..."
Song Weichen was so angry that he didn't understand why he was so struggling to speak. He was just panting hard in one or two words. She obviously had no colic in her stomach. The mark in her previous life shouldn't have occurred. So what happened to her? This broken body is really worry-free.
Obviously, she hadn't realized what was happening to her at this point.
"Ting Feng is fine."
Zhuang Yuheng took over the conversation and looked at the medicine bathtub in the distance. He saw Mo Tingfeng sitting upright in it as if he was meditating. Although he was still unconscious, his face was no different from that of daily life.
"He just lost all his magic power for some reason and needed to adjust his breathing for a while."
"It's you..."
Zhuang Yuheng's voice was doting, but he couldn't hide his choking.
"Weiwei, what do you want? Brother Yuheng can fulfill it for you?"