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- Chapter 330: Dying
Yilin was furious and lost control. She swayed out and appeared next to Master Yiqing. Master Yiqing was already on the verge of collapse. The martial arts of these people were all extraordinary.
Yilin's palm skills were mysterious. She didn't draw her sword, she just struck out one palm at a time. No one was able to defeat her, and they watched helplessly as she was struck by the palm.
Five or six people each flew up and fell into a pile about a foot away. However, Yilin was annoyed that they were despicable and no longer showed any mercy.
In a blink of an eye, he appeared behind Yihe Shitai again, stretched out his palm to slap, and in the blink of an eye, he slapped these four people away again.
"This group of people are really powerful in martial arts, are they really just thieves?!" Master Yihe sheathed his long sword, looked at these ten people, and said bitterly.
"It's very weird. They are all masters in martial arts. How can they become thieves?!" Master Yiqing frowned and thought.
Yilin thought for a while and said nothing. She vaguely realized that she remembered what her elder brother said to her before leaving.
These people are most likely the sect of Zuo Lengchan. What the Songshan sect has done is indeed unpopular!
Early morning
There is freshness floating in the air, and when you breathe it into your body, your whole body becomes refreshed, and your whole mood becomes a little brighter.
Xiao Yuesheng practiced martial arts in seclusion.
In the back garden, Jiang Nanyun was wearing a tight-fitting moon-white satin martial arts shirt. He was full of energy and energy, and his whole body seemed to be emitting a compelling light.
She stood in the flower garden, waving her long sword. In the cold light, she couldn't see the sword and the person clearly. It was just a blur of light and shadow, exuding a scorching light.
She is performing the Qingxu Sword Technique. Over the past few days, she has worked hard and finally mastered this sword technique.
When the whole set of sword techniques was completed, she suddenly understood that this set of sword techniques actually contained a unique mental method, which was extremely mysterious and even more advanced than the Jade Xu Jue.
Every time you practice swordsmanship, when the last sword move is finished, the mental method is activated immediately. Every time a set of sword skills is practiced, the mental method circulates for a week, and the internal strength increases by one.
Such a speed of improvement is truly astonishing. After performing a Great Zhou Tian, ??it is several times worse than using one's own power to activate a Great Zhou Tian. If one speaks of such speed of practice, no one will believe it. It's too real. Unbelievable.
Only then did she understand why her master was so eager to urge her to practice the sword technique. If she didn't practice the sword technique thoroughly, she wouldn't be able to master the inner skills of the sword technique.
In this way, these days can be regarded as wasted. In the eyes of the master, my current mental state is probably as slow as a snail, which is unbearable.
She was practicing swordsmanship at this time. After one pass, all the original fatigue disappeared. The more she practiced, the more energetic she became. She wished she could practice all day long.
"It's just that although the body's breath is sufficient, the bones of the body are driven by flesh and blood after all. They cannot turn into copper ribs and iron bones due to deep internal strength. This is a restriction.
Suddenly, a white shadow floated in from outside, and in a blink of an eye, it came to the flower bed where she was, and said in a deep voice: "Miss, something big happened!"
"Mr. Xiang, what's going on?!" Jiang Nanyun moved and suddenly appeared in front of Xiang Wentian. He asked in a sweet voice, and the sword was slowly sheathed.
Xiang Wentian felt a faint fragrance coming from his nose, smiled bitterly, and said in a deep voice, "Miss Su and Miss He are back!"
¡°They are back¡ª¡ª?!¡± Jiang Nanyun suddenly smiled.
Xiang Wentian nodded: "I just came back, but I was seriously injured!"
Jiang Nanyun was stunned for a moment, nodded quickly and said, "I know, where are they now?!"
"Miss Su is painting, Miss He came here to report the news!" Xiang Wentian answered concisely.
Jiang Nanyun nodded, and in a flash, he disappeared on the spot. At the same time, he appeared more than ten feet away. After another flash, he disappeared without a trace.
Xiang Wentian was not surprised by such peerless Qinggong and shook his head.
Jiang Nanyun appeared in the living room, but did not see He Xueqing. He knew that she must have returned to the painting, and in a few seconds, she returned to Nanyu Pavilion.
She was wearing her training clothes, and except for the long sword, she didn¡¯t have any pills on her.
When she heard the news that Su Qingqing was seriously injured, although she was panicked, she remained calm, acted in an orderly manner, and did not get into a mess.
He went to the house to change his clothes, and took the elixir by the way. In just a blink of an eye, he changed into a lake green shirt, used the technique of shrinking the ground into an inch, and ran towards the West Lake.
When she came to the Su Causeway, she did not stop. She stepped on the lake, walking on the flat ground under her feet, and walked in the air, as if she were riding the wind. In just a few breaths, she reached the painting in the center of the lake.
There were some people taking a walk on the embankment. They were all dumbfounded when they saw such a wonderful sight. They felt like they were seeing gods. They couldn't control themselves and almost knelt down.He fell to the ground and prostrated himself in worship.
Jiangnan Yun fell on the painting, and he lifted the curtain to enter. A smell of medicinal gas hit his face, making him very smoky.
She raised her brows, stepped in, and looked inside, only to see a person lying on the couch and three people sitting beside the couch.
Hearing the sound of footsteps, the three of them looked back, and when they saw it was Jiang Nanyun, they all let out a sigh of relief.
"Sister Jiang, you are here, come and take a look at Qingqing!" He Xueqing looked haggard, and her original abyss-like eyes were dim, as if the deep pool had dried up.
Jiang Nanyun glanced at it and realized that she was seriously injured, but he kept suppressing it and used secret techniques to suppress it and prevent the injury from exploding.
Although this is an extremely powerful secret method, its principle is like a flood that wants to be released. Instead of letting it escape, the dam is raised to block it.
Once the dam breaks again, its momentum will become even more violent and difficult to stop.
Therefore, although this secret method is clever, it is very dangerous. If you are not careful, it will endanger your life. It is really a double-edged sword.
She glanced at it, and with reason in mind, she ignored it for now, turned around and walked towards the couch, came to the couch and took a look at Su Qingqing on the couch.
Su Qingqing¡¯s hair was not messy, but her eyes were closed and her cheeks were flushed, as if she was drunk or sleeping soundly.
Jiang Nanyun¡¯s face darkened, his eyes brightened, and he slowly picked up her left wrist.
Looking at his appearance, she knew that his injuries were extremely serious. It was definitely not an ordinary minor injury. He was afraid that his life would be in danger.
"Have you taken my master's soul-reviving pill?" She asked in a low voice while pressing her pulse with three fingers.
He Xueqing nodded: "As soon as she was injured, she quickly took the soul-returning pill and she never woke up."
"Well" Jiang Nanyun nodded, his brows suddenly knitted together, and he closed his eyes with a solemn and solemn expression.
Seeing this, the two women did not dare to speak, and their hearts suddenly lifted.
Xiaoxiang clenched her fist tightly, her nails dug into the flesh of her palm, but she didn't notice it, and blood slowly flowed out, but she didn't notice it either.
The atmosphere in the cabin seemed to have solidified. The three of them held their breath, not daring to breathe, for fear of startling Jiang Nanyun's inspection.
After a while, Jiang Nanyun slowly opened his eyes, slowly lowered his wrist, his brows knitted together, his eyes flickering in and out.
"Sister Jiang, what's going on?!" Song Mengjun asked slowly, with a worried look on her frosty face.
Jiang Nanyun let out a long sigh and shook his head. His jade face was gloomy, as if it could drip water, and his eyes were empty and thoughtful.
"Can you save me?" Song Mengjun asked in a timid voice.
Jiang Nanyun¡¯s eyes slowly focused, he thought about it, and shook his head: ¡°It¡¯s difficult, it¡¯s difficult!¡±
"Could it be that Sister Su?!" Song Mengjun's red lips trembled, her voice trembled, and she was almost speechless.
Jiang Nanyun remained silent and just shook his head.
"Where is Mr. Xiao?!" He Xueqing asked suddenly, with a hopeful look in her eyes.
Jiang Nanyun thought for a while: "Master is in retreat. He won't be able to come out for a while."
Song Mengjun suddenly understood and clapped his hands hard: "Yes, Mr. Xiao is a master of martial arts and can definitely save Sister Song!"
Although she was arrogant and arrogant, she admired Xiao Yuesheng and knew that his martial arts skills were so powerful that they even surpassed the level of martial arts and were almost Taoist.
He is almost omnipotent. His martial arts, formations, and elixirs are all unparalleled in ancient times and unparalleled, so he already has the thought of worship in his heart.
When facing difficulties at this time, he naturally thought of Xiao Yuesheng, thinking that he would be able to cure the disease and save Sister Su.
Jiang Nanyun shook his head and was not optimistic. He sighed deeply and said, "Sister Su was injured too seriously. This sword pierced her heart. If it weren't for the power of the soul-returning pill, she would have been cut off. Besides, the master is not a Daluo Jinxian, so I am afraid that he will not be able to survive such an injury!"
"No matter what, we have to show Mr. Xiao, he will definitely be able to save her!" Song Mengjun said firmly.
"Yes, let Mr. Xiao give it a try!" He Xueqing also said anxiously, with a pleading look on her face, staring at Jiang Nanyun.
Jiang Nanyun spread his hands and said helplessly: "Master is in retreat, even if there are big things, it can't affect him."
"There is no emergency summoning method?!" Song Mengjun asked with some doubts.
Jiang Nanyun smiled bitterly and said: "Master said that his retreat this time is too dangerous and there will be no interference from the outside world. Otherwise, there is a risk of going crazy."
"What should we do?!" He Xueqing walked around, her soft face full of anxiety, like an ant in a hot nest.
Jiang Nanyun shook his head and sighed, while Song Mengjun stared blankly at Su Yan, who was as red as sleeping soundly.He was young, his eyes were moist, and tears actually fell.
This surprised Jiang Nanyun. In her impression, Song Mengjun was as cold as ice and a rather cold-tempered person. She shed tears, which she had never imagined.
He Xueqing was walking around, suddenly stopped, spat out a mouthful of hot blood with a pop, and fell softly to the ground.
Jiang Nanyun had sharp eyes and quick hands. He swayed behind her and reached out to support her.
He Xueqing was as limp as mud, and could hardly move anymore. She fell into her arms, blood gurgling from the corners of her mouth, and she looked quite horrifying.
Her face was as pale as paper, her eyes were hazy, and she seemed to be in a state of confusion, as if she was a different person from before.
"Miss He!" Xiaoxiang exclaimed and hurried over to help her. Jiang Nanyun flicked his sleeve with his left hand, blocked it and said in a low voice: "She can't be touched!"
The right hand is a bit sick, the fingers are slender, and the shadows of the fingers are all over the sky.
Xiaoxiang only felt an invisible wall of energy blocking her body, and stopped moving. She already understood that He Xueqing's injury must be extremely serious and she could not touch it at will.
"What's wrong with her?" Song Mengjun wiped away her tears, pretended to be nonchalant, walked closer, and asked softly.
"She also suffered serious internal injuries, but she kept suppressing them with force. Her mood was impetuous just now, and her blood was so strong that her injuries recurred." Jiang Nanyun said in a low voice, tapping his fingers quickly, and in the blink of an eye, nearly seventy fingers had been clicked out. It is an important acupuncture point.
While she was speaking, she finished pointing with her jade fingers, stopped, and let out a long breath. The skill required to perform this set of Feng Yuan Finger was really too high. If her internal strength hadn't been more profound now, she might not have been able to sustain it and would have given up halfway.
Putting He Xueqing on another couch next to him, Jiang Nanyun shook his head, took out a porcelain bottle from his arms, and poured out a snow-white pill: "Master gave them two soul-returning pills. It seems that she has Give it to Sister Su."
Song Mengjun sighed, and the suspicion in his heart suddenly disappeared.
When she saw Su Qingqing's appearance, she could not help but blame He Xueqing in her heart. If it weren't for her, how could Su Qingqing be in this situation? !
Now, when I hear this sentence, I feel so mixed in my heart that it¡¯s hard to explain clearly.
"Is it okay if she needs it?" Song Mengjun asked hurriedly.
Jiang Nanyun shook his head: "Her injuries are too severe and I can't cure them. I can only use the soul-returning pill to keep her alive until the master comes out of seclusion."
"The injury is so serious? Why can't you see it?!" Song Mengjun was stunned, as if in disbelief, and asked hurriedly.
Jiang Nanyun sighed and smiled bitterly: "She used a strange technique, which was similar to my Feng Yuan Finger. It could completely suppress the injury. However, the next time the injury occurred, it was unstoppable and even worse than before. His injuries were several times worse!"
"This silly girl!" Song Mengjun understood the reason and couldn't help but cursed.
Jiang Nanyun looked at the unconscious He Xueqing and sighed: "Yes, she is such a silly girl!"
"Sister Jiang, what should we do now?!" Song Mengjun looked at the two of them with a pleading expression. She always thought that with Mr. Xiao's magical power, even if he went into seclusion, there would be no danger. It was just alarmist talk.
Jiang Nanyun also feels the same way. He always feels that Master is omnipotent and has vast magical powers. How can there be any danger? !
She gritted her teeth and decided that she would rather offend her master than save their lives.
He Xueqing's injury was already very serious. This time it recurred, and the original secret skills also burst out, adding to the injury. The severity of the injury was no less severe than that of Su Qingqing.
With both of their injuries, she was helpless and could only wait for the master to come out.
However, the effectiveness of the soul-returning pill is limited after all. Taking two pills is already the limit. Taking more pills will have no effect.
She said in a deep voice: "Sister Song, I have decided to summon Master to come out of seclusion!"
"Is that going to be dangerous?" Song Mengjun asked hurriedly, with some worries in his heart. He was really worrying about gains and losses and couldn't control himself.
"Master is very capable. Even if there is any danger, it won't matter. If we don't call Master, their lives will be at risk!" Jiang Nanyun sighed and said gloomily.
At this moment, she suddenly hated herself for not working hard enough. Otherwise, why would she have to ask her master to take action on her own? She could also cure the two of them.
"Thenokay!" Song Mengjun nodded.
The two of them got out of the boat, and Xiaoxiang asked Xiaoxiang to watch the two of them carefully and not to let anyone come up to disturb them, so they stepped on the boat and rowed towards the embankment.
Arriving at the villa, Jiang Nanyun went straight to Hanyan Pavilion, but found that Liu Jing was not there.
"I can't care about that much anymore, let's call the master first!" Jiang Nanyun didn't bother to discuss with Liu Jing and came to him directlyin their bedroom.
This bedroom is extremely warmly decorated, with milky-white gauze curtains, moon-white carpets, furniture and everything around it, mostly in white and bright colors, making the room feel fresh yet warm.
The two of them walked in directly. Jiang Nanyun came to the case, opened the chessboard on the case, and picked up a white chess piece from inside.
She flicked her finger, and a white light flashed, hitting the white jade cup in the center of the table, and there was a clear sound.
The sound was clear but not dispersed, like a puff of smoke drifting out of the house and flying underground.
"This is?" Song Mengjun asked strangely.
Jiang Nanyun shook his head, but smiled and said nothing, then his face darkened again, he looked downstairs worriedly, then turned and left the bedroom.
The two of them came to the Ruoshui Pavilion, sat in front of the stone table, and drank tea, but their thoughts were elsewhere. They were obviously thinking about Xiao Yuesheng.
After drinking half a cup of tea, Song Mengjun said: "Sister Jiang, we haven't come out yet. Is Mr. Xiao in any danger?"
"Probably not" Jiang Nanyun muttered, but his face was not very pretty. It was obvious that he was extremely worried and just suppressed himself.
"I hope that good luck will come to you!" Song Mengjun sighed, his cold jade face full of anxiety.
Jiang Nanyun was also anxious in his heart, but he kept circulating the Qingxin Jue to force himself to resolve the scorching fire.
After a while, there was still no movement. Jiang Nanyun's heart sank, and his face became paler and bloodless.
Seeing her like this, Song Mengjun knew something was wrong, and felt the color of the world change.
"What's disturbing my retreat?!" Suddenly, a clear voice sounded, and Xiao Yuesheng suddenly appeared in the small pavilion without warning, so unexpectedly, as if he appeared out of thin air.
"Master!" Jiang Nanyun was overjoyed, stood up in leaps and bounds, rushed to him, and said hurriedly: "Are you not injured?!"
Xiao Yuesheng's face was not very good, and he looked a bit defeated, which was extremely rare. He hummed: "I told you not to disturb me, but it's better now. I almost went crazy!"
"Then Master, what are you doing now?" Jiang Nanyun asked hurriedly, looking up and down. Seeing Master like this, he felt sour in his heart and blamed himself endlessly.
"I'm a little injured, I can't die!" Xiao Yuesheng looked at her angrily, turned to Song Mengjun, and said warmly: "Miss Song, what happened?"
"Mr. Xiao, Qingqing and Xiaoqing are in critical condition and need your help." Song Mengjun calmed down his joy, regained his cool expression, and whispered.
¡°Oh¡ª¡ª?¡± Xiao Yuesheng frowned, glanced at Jiang Nanyun, and saw her nodding with a heavy expression, knowing that it was not a joke.
"Go over and take a look." Xiao Yuesheng waved his hand, his figure swayed and disappeared.
¡°It¡¯s so damnable, you never wait for me!¡± Jiang Nanyun muttered dissatisfied, and quickly used Qinggong to catch up with him.
Song Mengjun also used Qinggong to gallop, and when he arrived at Huafang, Xiao Yuesheng was already sitting cross-legged next to Su Qingqing, making secrets with both hands, closing his eyes slightly, doing the exercises and concentrating Qi, his face was solemn, and the atmosphere in the room was as solemn as a mountain.
On his head, purple air slowly condensed into a ball, like a purple bead. The purple air flowed slowly, as if it was alive.
Seeing the two men coming in through the curtain, Xiao Yuesheng slowly opened his eyes. The purple beads on his head were still condensing and had no influence at all.
Jiang Nanyun asked hurriedly: "Master, is there any way to save them?"
Xiao Yuesheng sighed and nodded.
Jiang Nanyun clapped his hands, smiled happily, and said: "Master, I knew you would be able to save them!"
Xiao Yuesheng smiled bitterly and said nothing.
Jiang Nanyun immediately suppressed his smile and asked cautiously: "Master, you are injured, is it okay?"
Xiao Yuesheng turned to look at the two of them and shook his head: "If I were not injured, it would not be impossible to save them, but now I, alas let me just leave it to fate!" - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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