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Volume 5: The Eight Parts of Tianlong Chapter 246: Healing from Injury

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    Chapter 246 Healing from Injury

    He only felt that his whole body was melting and turning into a ball of pure air, rising and falling together, exhaling and inhaling, in line with the rhythm between heaven and earth, as if he was breathing together with heaven and earth.

    This is the first time he has experienced this mysterious feeling. His mind remains calm, and he just concentrates on his breathing, going in and out, becoming one.

    It was so dim and vague, vague and empty, seeming to exist and seeming to be non-existent. I don¡¯t know how long it took before he slowly woke up.

    Consciousness surfaced from the bottom of the lake, and the five senses were restored one by one. The clear chirping of birds came from the ears. Under the bright sunshine, the surrounding air was moist and gentle. The breeze blew over and touched the body, feeling cool in waves.

    Every movement in the world around him resumed again, all flowing into his mind, and his brain that stopped spinning began to move again.

    He squinted his eyes slightly to get used to it, then slowly opened them and looked at the sky. The sun was already in the middle, exactly at noon.

    It seems that he has been breathing for two hours.

    The light of the primordial spirit shines back into the body, transforming formlessness into form. There is no lavender mist at all, but the innate energy in the Dantian is much richer.

    He checked carefully and found that the extra innate energy was enough for him to accumulate in the past ten days. He couldn't help but feel overjoyed. He didn't expect that the art of breathing in and out was so wonderful that one day was worth ten days.

    "Sir, are you awake?" Fang Xueqing has been sitting behind him, three or four feet away, on a futon, and has not moved.

    She was dressed in a snow-white robe, spotless. When she wore it, she was as beautiful as a fairy from heaven.

    Xiao Yuesheng turned around and nodded gently: "Senior Li is here?"

    "Senior Li has been waiting all day, and he is extremely anxious!" She nodded heavily, her voice delicate and full of annoyance.

    "Waiting for a day?!" Xiao Yuesheng frowned.

    Seeing this, Fang Xueqing knew that the young master had not noticed anything strange, so she pursed her lips and smiled and said: "Young Master, you have been in meditation for a day!"

    "I've been in meditation for a day, um, that's it!" Xiao Yuesheng raised his eyebrows and nodded slowly, as if it was no big deal.

    This is not the first time that something like this has happened. It has happened often in the past. Once one enters concentration, one loses track of the passage of time, and sometimes misunderstandings occur, which is unavoidable.

    Sometimes, it just feels like a blink of an eye has passed, and when I wake up, several days have passed. Sometimes, it feels like a long time has passed, but when I wake up, it's just a moment.

    "Senior Li is still waiting. You go make arrangements and I'll take action right away." Xiao Yuesheng sighed, waved his hand and said warmly.

    Fang Xueqing nodded lightly, and floated up lightly. She flew directly out of the roof of the building and fell directly downstairs. Her qinggong was so good that she was not afraid of such a high building.

    Quiet room on the third floor

    Xiao Yuesheng was sitting on the couch with a calm expression, wearing moon-white loose training clothes. Fang Xueqing sat next to him, close to him, the fragrance lingering in front of his nose. Li Qiushui sat on the couch opposite, wearing the same clothes as usual.  White.

    On the pavilion table under the window, smoke curled up from the animal stove, and the fragrance spread out. The whole room was filled with a light fragrance, which was refreshing and made people feel at ease.

    Xiao Yuesheng sat on the couch and said warmly: "Xueqing, reopen the wounds on Senior Li's face, and make sure they are spotless!"

    "Yes, Young Master!" Fang Xueqing said softly, her body moved slightly, floated up, and landed gently on the ground, her moon-white socks stepping on the thick soft blanket.

    She walked in a hurry and came to the table. She poured a glass of wine from the jug, took out a fire stick from her arms, and lit the wine in the glass.

    Li Qiushui was surprised. He didn't expect that the wine could ignite.

    The wine at this time was no better than the beer of later generations, with a very low alcohol content. It was not even as good as the beer of later generations. It pursued mellow aroma rather than strength.

    However, Xiao Yuesheng naturally knew the method of distillation, and the wine he drank was all strong and high-altitude wine, which ignited at a moment's notice and swayed with blue flames.

    Li Qiu Shui looked at it in admiration, amazed, and stared at it in a daze.

    Fang Xueqing picked up the long sword, placed the tip of the sword on the blue flame, and burned it gently, emitting a faint fishy smell.

    Her sword has also killed a lot of people. Even if it kills people, it will immediately return to its pure state and is not stained with blood, but it will inevitably absorb some blood.

    At this time, the flames burned away the blood.

    After a while, Fang Xueqing took it away, flicked her sleeves, and threw the blue flame into her face. She took out a snow-white silk handkerchief, poured it into the wine glass, soaked it, and wiped the tip of the sword.

    The tip of the sword returned to its snow-white color, with a faint mist of moisture, and it seemed as if there was light flowing continuously on the tip of the sword.

    She turned around and looked at Li Qiushui."Senior Li, if I open the scar on your face, it will be very painful. Can you bear it?"

    Li Qiu Shui nodded slowly and slowly peeled off the white silk on his face, revealing a snow-white face, but the scars on his face were scary and a bit scary.

    When Fang Xueqing saw the scar, she secretly lamented that this Tianshan child's grandmother was really too cruel, and the wounds caused by such a cruel attack were really terrible.

    "Xueqing, do it!" Li Qiushui snorted, squinting his eyes slightly, gritting his teeth secretly, but his heart was pounding hard.

    She is not afraid of suffering, but the feeling of thinking about it reminds her of a scene many years ago, and old and new hatreds flood into her heart again.

    "Senior Li, be careful!" Fang Xueqing snorted, the sword flashed, then flashed again, and then sheathed, extremely fast.

    Li Qiushui groaned and remained motionless. The sword light still flashed, scratching her original scars, and drops of blood flowed onto the carpet.

    Xiao Yuesheng floated outside the couch, stretched out his legs, and came to Li Qiushui. He took a look at the wounds on her face and nodded slightly, looking very satisfied.

    Fang Xueqing's technique is extremely precise, and it picks away all the original scars, and it's not bad at all. This kind of vision and technique are definitely not something ordinary people can do.

    He looked around and saw that Li Qiushui wanted to move, so he quickly pressed her head: "Senior Li, don't move. Just close your eyes."

    Li Qiushui remained motionless, staring at him blankly.

    Xiao Yuesheng smiled warmly and said, "It won't take long before Senior Li can regain his old appearance and see your former appearance."

    He said with a smile and put his hands on her face.

    Li Qiu Shui felt that his hands were scalding hot. The heat seemed to penetrate directly into his eyes, and his whole body was heating up, as if he was melting.

    Her bright eyes were filled with ripples, like a pool of spring water, all blue and green. She looked extremely charming, as if the ripples in her eyes would drip out at any time.

    Xiao Yuesheng closed his eyes slightly and remained motionless, holding her head with both hands.

    After a while, wisps of white smoke sprouted from the back of Li Qiushui's head, like small fish swimming freely in the air.

    The white air became stronger and stronger, and in the end, the white air was so strong that it seemed to completely cover her face, making it difficult to see clearly.

    Half an hour later, Xiao Yuesheng slowly withdrew his palm, took out a porcelain bottle from his arms, handed it to Fang Xueqing, turned around and said with a smile: "Senior Li, apply some ointment, the effect will be faster!"

    Li Qiushui¡¯s eyes returned to calmness and he nodded gently.

    Fang Xueqing took the porcelain bottle, poured some ointment, and gently applied it on Li Qiushui's face, applying it carefully and meticulously.

    After a moment, she nodded gently: "Senior Li, it's done!"

    Li Qiushui turned to Xiao Yuesheng: "Guanlan, what else do you want to do?"

    Xiao Yuesheng pondered for a moment and said, "Senior Li will stay here. After dinner in the evening, I can do it again."

    "Okay." Li Qiushui nodded.

    She has been sitting in the quiet room, meditating and adjusting her breath with Xiao Yuesheng, her face expressionless, for fear that if she is not careful, it will affect the healing of the wound.

    She could clearly feel that the wound was itching constantly. It seemed that the granulations on both sides of the wound were growing out and coming together to smooth the wound.

    She was nervous, hopeful, and slightly worried, fearing that her joy would be in vain and would not come true in the end.

    She didn't eat dinner, for fear that her face would be affected, so Xiao Yuesheng didn't force it. For a master like her, it would be insignificant if she didn't eat for a day.

    The next morning, when Li Qiu Shui woke up from meditating all night, he saw Fang Xueqing looking at him with a smile. He turned around and looked around, and found that everything was empty. Xiao Yuesheng was no longer there.

    "Where is your young master?" she asked calmly, without any expression on her face.

    Fang Xueqing pursed her lips and smiled and said, "Young master is practicing."

    Her bright eyes were shining as she stared at Li Qiushui's face with a look of surprise.

    Li Qiushui immediately became nervous and asked quickly: "How is it, Xue Qing,my faceis my face really healed?!"

    Fang Xueqing looked at her steadily. After a moment, she nodded slowly and smiled sweetly: "Okay!Senior Li, there are no scars on your face at all!"
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