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- Chapter 56 Rescue
Fire Hand Judge Zhang Zhaozhong was famous in the martial arts world at that time, and he was powerful throughout the world. Unfortunately, he could not defeat the masters of the Red Flower Society, so he died and returned to Xinjiang.
"The Three Purple Sun Swords are so powerful. Why has the Purple Sun Sect declined so much?" someone asked, greatly puzzled.
Everyone around him also echoed.
The man from before sighed deeply and said: "There are many twists and turns in this. The three Ziyang swords turned against each other, two died and one ran away. Of the three Ziyang swords back then, only the scholar's sword Zhang Yiming is left!" "
"No wonder!" Everyone nodded.
Hearing this, Xiao Yuesheng raised his eyebrows, somewhat interested.
The old man just now was sitting in front of him, and his cultivation level was naturally detected by him. He did have good internal strength, which could be said to be profound, but he was not an absolute master. Compared to Chen Jialuo and the others, he was still far behind.
Presumably, he has not made much progress in these years. It is also possible that he specializes in swordsmanship and does not pay much attention to the cultivation of internal strength.
"Why did the Three Purple Swords turn against each other?" one person asked.
The man from before thought for a while and said, "It seems to be because of a woman. I don't know exactly. It seems like that."
"Alas Since ancient times, heroes have been saddened by beauties!" Everyone was filled with emotion, but there was also a bit of envy.
Not everyone has such a chance to be favored by a beautiful woman.
"When Zhang Yiming came here, he must be going to Ziyang Mountain to compete for the position of the leader?" someone asked.
"Alas once he comes, how can anyone else compete with him?" Someone next to him sighed.
Another person interjected, disapproving: "It's impossible to say, he's old, and he doesn't rely on his muscles and bones. Who knows, he will really be defeated by others!"
"Hey, you are ridiculous if you don't rely on your muscles and bones. Look at the top martial arts masters. Which one is a young man?" An old man sneered.
The man shouted unconvinced: "Why not?!The invincible fighter in the world, the golden-faced Buddha Miao man and Feng Miao hero, how have you aged?"
"Who else is there besides Master Miao?!"
"besides¡¡"
The two of them recognized each other, and after a while, the people next to them also joined in, fighting together and forming a miscellaneous group.
Xiao Yuesheng put down his silver chopsticks, glanced at the six dishes on the table, sighed, walked out, and went down to Huaming Tower.
He walked leisurely and walked around Huainan City. It was already getting late, so he had to continue on his way and return to Guanlan Taoist Temple as soon as possible.
After leaving Huainan City, he used the technique of Shrinking to an Inch, taking one step forward, a hundred feet later, and another step, already one mile away, at an extremely fast speed.
He did not take the official road, but took a small road, which could save more than half of the journey.
Although the path is close, it is not safe. Bandits block the road from time to time, so ordinary people do not dare to take it. It is better to take the official road. Although it is farther, it is safer and life is the most important.
Xiao Yuesheng used his technique to shrink to an inch. After taking a few steps, he encountered a lush mountain forest with dense pine trees, and a winding path in the middle.
Xiao Yuesheng rushed in without hesitation, suddenly paused, turned around and rushed to the left, entering the pine forest.
The pine forest was gloomy, and there were some weeds in the ground, which were also dense. Wherever he came, it was a mess, as if many people had run over it, and there was blood in the air.
Under a pine tree, two people were lying. The blood under them flowed more than one meter away and seeped into the ground. They were motionless and seemed to be dead.
Xiao Yuesheng frowned, took a step forward, and suddenly appeared in front of the two of them, lowering his head to look at them.
The two men were half leaning and half sitting under the pine tree, with their arms hanging down and a sword stuck in their chests, looking calm.
The other man was facing up to the sky with his eyes closed. He also had a sword stuck in his chest, and the apricot-yellow sword tassels were fluttering in the wind.
Xiao Yuesheng recognized these two people. They were Zhang Yiming and Zhang Yiming who had shared seats with him in Huaming Building and sat together for dinner.
Zhang Yiming was sitting on a pine tree. Lying on his back on the ground was his grandson, an arm's length apart.
Xiao Yuesheng shook his head and sighed, squatted down, lowered his head, and quickly tapped Zhang Yiming's grandson with two fingers. In the blink of an eye, he finished tapping hundreds of fingers.
Relaxing his wrist, he straightened up, breathed a sigh of relief, and came to Zhang Yiming.
At this time, Zhang Yiming's face was pale and blue, as if all his blood had been drained, his breathing had stopped, and to ordinary people, he looked dead.
Xiao Yuesheng shook his head, pointed his fingers quickly, and the sky was filled with finger shadows. After a while, the finger shadows dispersed, and he took a long breath, and his tense face relaxed.
??He pressed his palms into Zhang Yiming's chest, breathed out softly, and after breathing out for a while, he released his palms and looked more relaxed.
He took out a porcelain bottle from his pocket and poured out two white pills, which were as pure and flawless as if they were made from white snow. He put them into their mouths respectively and tapped their cheeks to help them swallow them.
After a while, a groan sounded, Zhang Yiming's eyes trembled, and he slowly opened his eyes, his eyes were confused, and slowly turned clear.
He looked at Xiao Yuesheng, his dry lips parted, and he made a weak voice: "Yes yes young hero you saved me?"
Xiao Yuesheng nodded and said: "Don't talk, just keep your strength up."
Zhang Yiming shook his head and moved his body, trying to sit upright. He trembled for a moment, with a look of pain on his face, and stopped.
He showed a wry smile, gasped a few times, gathered strength for a while, and then made a vague voice: "II have somethingto say"
Xiao Yuesheng waved his hand: "Let's talk about it later. You won't die yet!"
Zhang Yiming's eyes suddenly lit up and he looked at him with wide eyes.
Xiao Yuesheng nodded: "You shouldn't die, I happened to be passing by, don't talk anymore, it's a waste of energy."
As he was talking, there was another moan, but it was the handsome young man who slowly woke up.
Xiao Yuesheng came to him and took a look at him. He saw that his eyes were clear and he had regained his consciousness.
The Guiyuan Finger he used has a miraculous effect on restoring vitality. Coupled with his elixir, it is also a magical elixir for prolonging life and refreshing the spirit.
Although the two men were seriously injured and their chances of survival were almost gone, they still managed to save two lives through a two-pronged approach.
He looked at the two of them, nodded, and said: "You are too depleted of blood energy now, and you need something to replenish your blood. I will come as soon as I go."
After saying that, his figure flashed and disappeared.
"YuanYuan'er" A weak voice came, and Zhang Yiming tried his best to call softly.
"MasterMaster" The handsome young man made a dry voice and turned to look at him.
Seeing that each other was still there, the two felt relieved and stopped talking. They just rested quietly and felt their bodies gradually getting warmer, as if they were immersed in warm water.
This is when Xiao Yuesheng's elixir comes into play. Gradually, the two of them become more and more energetic, as if they are being recharged.
Suddenly, a burst of fragrance floated in, followed by the breeze, if it was there or not, but it condensed but never dispersed.
Xiao Yuesheng suddenly appeared, looked at the two of them, came to Zhang Yiming, nodded and said: "It's no longer a serious problem, just patch it up and it will be fine."
As he spoke, he took out a porcelain vase from his arms, about the size of a palm.
"I'm going to take out your sword," he said.
After saying that, without waiting for Zhang Yiming to answer, he placed his right hand on his chest. When he moved his left hand, the long sword came out, and Zhang Yiming let out a muffled groan.
Xiao Yuesheng pressed his right hand tightly against the middle of his chest. He threw away the long sword with his left hand and picked up the porcelain bottle. The stopper jumped up automatically. When the porcelain bottle was raised, some sticky white paste flowed out.
The white ointment dripped onto the wound, more and more, sealing the wound like beeswax.
The sword was pulled out, and the blood seemed to be restrained by an invisible force and did not spurt out. The white ointment dripped down, and after a while, the wound was sealed.
Zhang Yiming stared blankly, his face full of surprise and incredible.
He acted in accordance with the law and pulled out the sword stuck in the handsome young man's body. His technique was clean and neat, and no blood came out.
Then, he brought a large bowl of porridge from a distance. The aroma was wafting, which made people salivate and whet their appetites. The two of them drank it separately.
The two drank the porridge and quickly fell asleep. Xiao Yuesheng had moved their bodies onto a pile of hay, making them soft and comfortable.
Xiao Yuesheng sat aside and meditated, and tranquility returned to the pine forest.
An hour later, the grandfather and grandson woke up and looked at each other in shock. From their expressions, it didn¡¯t look like they had been seriously injured.
The two of them couldn't help but look at Xiao Yuesheng.
Xiao Yuesheng was dressed in a green shirt, with a long sword at his side. He sat cross-legged, his eyes slightly closed, motionless, his hands forming a seal under his abdomen, and his appearance was solemn.
As if feeling the gazes of the two of them, Xiao Yuesheng slowly opened his eyes, glanced at the two of them, nodded and said, "How do you feel?"
The old man Zhang Yiming clasped his fists and said with emotion: "Young hero, I really can't repay you for saving my life!"
Xiao Yuesheng waved his hand and said: "It's just a little effortit's a pity that although your lives have been saved, you can't keep your martial arts."
"What?!" the handsome young man exclaimed in shock, his face looking ugly.
Zhang Yiming turned to glare at him, frowned and said: "Yuan'er, you should be satisfied if you can save your life!"
The handsome young man shouted: "Grandpa, without martial arts, it would be better to die!"
The two of them spoke with great energy, unlike a seriously injured and dying person, which shows how powerful the medicinal power of Xiao Yuesheng's elixir is.
Zhang Yiming turned his head and ignored his grandson, looked at Xiao Yuesheng, thought for a moment, and said, "I haven't asked you for your name yet, young hero."
"Xiao Guanlan." Xiao Yuesheng said.
Zhang Yiming hesitated for a moment, then finally gritted his teeth and said: "Young Master Xiao, I am shameless, and I have one more thing to ask for!"
"Please tell me." Xiao Yuesheng nodded.
Zhang Yiming said: "I would like to invite the young hero to participate in the competition for the leadership of our sect!"
"Are you talking about the fight for the leadership of the Ziyang Sect?" Xiao Yuesheng was startled, then smiled, shook his head and said, "I'm afraid I won't be able to help you with this." - 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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