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Part 2 Yitian Chapter 8 Emei

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    Wen Yubing's laziness suddenly subsided, and she stood up suddenly. She stepped lightly, her skirt was flowing, her body floated out, and she didn't have time to close the door.

    "What kind of injury did you suffer?" Wen Yubing's charming face returned to coldness, her eyes were sharp, and she asked Lin Xiaoqing who was following behind her while walking quickly.

    "My disciples can't tell, but the Bei Nuxia from the Emei sect is also here." Lin Xiaoqing's voice was charming, low, and speaking very fast.

    The Bei Nuxia she was talking about was Bei Jinyi, a direct disciple of the head of the Emei sect, Miejie Shitai. The Shuiyun sect and the Emei sect were not far apart, and the disciples in the sect were all women. Emei was also willing to make friends with them, so there were often  contacts.

    "Bei Nuxia? Why is she here?" Wen Yubing walked quickly, and in a few words, he had reached the stairs.

    Seeing that Lin Xiaoqing was about to go downstairs, the tall and slim Lin Xiaoqing said quickly: "It was the Bei Nuxia who sent Qing Ya back!"

    She is very articulate. Although she speaks quickly, her words are clear, like spitting out jade beads, soft and sweet.

    Along the stairs, the master and the apprentice were like a white cloud, slowly floating to the living room downstairs.

    The hall is quite open with a lavender carpet. Two rows of tables and chairs in the middle are placed from the door to the painting on the north wall. In the painting, a girl stands under the pines, playing a flute to her lips, gazing at the sea of ??clouds under her feet.  There is a fairy spirit.

    Draw a red lacquered square table with two celadon vases on the table. The luster is clear and quite exquisite. There are two bouquets of unknown plain flowers in the bottles. The light fragrance permeates the hall, adding to the spacious hall.  A bit feminine.

    At this time, there were several people gathered in the middle of the living room. Wen Yubing's three female disciples were all there, and there was also a gentle woman in a green shirt. She was of medium height and as beautiful as a Jiangnan woman. There was a long sword hanging on her waist. It was Emei.  Bei Jinyi from Pai.

    They were standing in a group, helpless, looking anxiously at the woman lying on the carpet. The woman was wearing a lavender gown that blended into the carpet.

    Seeing Wen Yubing coming down from upstairs, fourth disciple Yang Yuqi¡¯s bright eyes turned red and she hurriedly said: ¡°Master, please save Qing Ya!¡±

    "Why are you panicking!" Wen Yubing's face remained as usual and as cold as before. He scolded her and held his hands to the beautiful Bei Jinyi: "Bei, you are so polite!"

    With a mature charm, Bei Jinyi returned the gift and said apologetically: "Headmaster Wen, I am ashamed that I was unable to protect niece Song from your noble sect!"

    Wen Yubing shook his head, walked towards Song Qingya who was lying motionless on the ground, and asked softly: "What happened?"

    "There was a tragedy that killed a family in Jiujiang City. I was ordered by the leader to hunt down the murderer with another junior sister. Unexpectedly, this person's martial arts was weird and powerful. My junior sister and I were no match for him!  If Qing Ya hadn't drawn the sword to help, I'm afraid the murderer would have been killed.  It's a blessing, but Qingya was hit by him. She was fine at first, but unexpectedly, her injuries became more and more serious!" Bei Jinyi followed Wen Yubing and leaned down, and she said in a sweet voice.

    Wen Yubing nodded calmly and reached out to pick up Song Qingya's wrist.

    Song Qingya was closing her eyes tightly, her face was flushed, and she was dripping with sweat. She wet her bangs and pressed them tightly against her forehead, as if she was taking a bath in hot water.

    Under the gaze of the girls' bright eyes, Wen Yubing's eyebrows furrowed tighter and tighter. She silently put down Song Qingya's hot wrist, sighed, and opened the front of her lavender singlet. The moon-white underwear had been covered.  When you poke it open, the two inverted jade bowl-like breasts are white and crystal clear, and the pink cherries on the top are so delicate.

    They were both women and had no scruples. Wen Yubing's eyes were immediately attracted by a blood-red palm print in the middle of her breasts.

    The skin is as white as jade, and the palm prints are as red as blood, which is extremely dazzling. The palm prints are slightly sunken, as if they are branded on it, which makes people tremble in their hearts.

    Wen Yubing stretched out her hand and compared it. The blood-red palm print was as big as two of her palms. He was obviously a man with big hands.

    "What kind of martial arts is this?" Wen Yubing frowned and asked herself.

    Bei Jinyi beside her sighed and shook her head. Although she came from a famous sect, she had never seen such weird martial arts.

    "Waterwater" Song Qingya, who had her eyes closed tightly, suddenly murmured and moaned softly. Her beautiful face was as red as a layer of rouge, and her brows were furrowed, showing a look of pain.

    The cold and sexy Yang Yuqi had tears in her eyes at this moment, biting her seductive plump lips, wishing she could replace her with her body. Song Qingya was her eldest disciple, and she had deep feelings.

    Song Qingya¡¯s muttering and moaning were very vague, but Yang Yuqi heard them clearly. She immediately stood up and picked up the purple clay teapot from the table next to her.

    "Yuqi, just moisten your throat a little bit!" Wen Yubing suddenly stretched out his hand and looked at her calmly.

    Yang Yuqi shed tears, nodded, gathered the catkins into a crane fist shape, poured the tea into her palm, and then stretched her green-white fingers to Song Qingya's mouth., letting the tea flow slowly down her hand.

    They didn¡¯t know the condition and didn¡¯t know how to avoid water, so they didn¡¯t dare to let Song Qingya drink too much water rashly.

    "Waterwater" Song Qingya's delicate cherry lips were already dry and cracked, like a land that had been dry for a long time. The water that flowed into her mouth could no longer be swallowed and overflowed.

    Yang Yuqi's heart ached, she raised her disciple's head slightly, helped her swallow the tea, bit her lower lip, and looked at the master sadly.

    Wen Yubing frowned, her face was heavy, and she sighed heavily: "Alas! The heat poison has entered the internal organs Yuqi, have you given Qingya the Jixue Pill?"

    "I've already taken it, but it doesn't work!" Lin Xiaoqing said from the side with red eyes, stretched out her hand to check Song Qingya's pulse, and said in a low voice: "Master, the heat poison is getting more and more powerful!"

    "MasterFather, MasterFather, hot, so hot" Song Qingya leaned weakly in Yang Yuqi's arms, murmuring vaguely, and reluctantly opened her eyes, wanting to see  Master Qing could not open his eyes, and his half-closed eyes revealed confusion.

    "Qingya, Qingya!" Yang Yuqi's delicate body trembled, tears falling like rain, and the tears slid down her cheeks and dripped onto Song Qingya's red face.

    "MasterFatherI feel so badQingya is going to diedie!" She suddenly started to tremble slightly, as if she was trembling with cold. The voice was louder and clearer, and people around her could hear it clearly.

    The women around them were all sad in their hearts, with tears in their bright eyes, but they were helpless. This helplessness made them hate their own incompetence.

    Wen Yubing suddenly sat cross-legged, sitting next to Song Qingya, lifting up the delicate body that was leaning in Yang Yuqi's arms, and said to Yang Yuqi with a stern face: "Stand up! Try to suppress the heat poison for me, master."

    If she had been sure that she could suppress this raging heat and poison, she would have started to take action long ago. When she felt her pulse, she had already tried it. When her internal strength encountered this heat and poison, it was like snow meeting boiling water. It was of no use at all, but  There is nothing we can do now. If we don't try again, Song Qingya will soon die.

    Yang Yuqi nodded hurriedly, not caring to wipe away her tears. She gently lifted the eldest disciple in her arms and took off the gown from her upper body, leaving only a layer of moon-white clothing.

    Li Ruoyun, who had been silent all the time, suddenly drew his sword with a cold face, and a cold light flashed through. The obscene clothes on Song Qingya's back had split open, revealing her smooth and jade-like back.

    Wen Yubing raised his palms and was about to put them on Song Qingya's pink back when he suddenly slapped her hard and said urgently: "Oh! Qingquan, go quickly, go and call your senior brother!"

    Since Xiao Yuesheng woke up, he has been staying in the small valley of Hanhu Lake and rarely appears in the Shuiyun Sect. To the Shuiyun Sect, it is as if he has not woken up.

    Since the establishment of the Shuiyun Sect, Master and Disciple Wen Yubing have been accustomed to five people working together to solve problems. They have never relied on the stupid senior brother, and they will not think of him when they are in a panic.

    "Yes, Senior Brother!" Liu Qingquan's eyes were always filled with tears, and his bright eyes seemed to be filled with endless tears. He was crying harder than Yang Yuqi. When he heard Master's instructions, he suddenly thought of Senior Brother and jumped  He stood up, showing excitement, with tears still on his face.

    "Headmaster Wen, no matter what, let Qingya hold on for a while. I have asked my junior sister to return to the mountain quickly and ask Master to come and rescue her." Bei Jinyi's beautiful face was full of sadness, and she stretched out her hand to feel for Song Qingya's pulse.  Xiang said to Wen Yubing seriously.

    Wen Yubing forced a smile, nodded, closed her bright eyes, and pressed her white jade-like palms on the Xin and Yu points on Song Qingya's back.

    The inner strength of Shuiyun Sect is feminine in nature, and is inherently incompatible with heat and poison. However, the resistance of all things is not absolute. Compared with the heat and poison raging in Song Qingya's body, her internal strength is insignificant and like a piece of snow.  Throw it into a roaring fire.

    Song Qingya's internal organs were damaged and her life was in danger, but Wen Yubing was unable to suppress it. In desperation, he guarded her heart and prevented the heat and poison from invading, allowing her to retain a glimmer of life until Qiu'er came over. His skills,  He should have been stronger than himself. If the two of them join forces, maybe there is still something they can do

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    "Senior Brother, Senior Brother¡ª¡ª!" Before Liu Qingquan arrived at Hanhu Lake, he let go of his throat and shouted loudly.

    Her voice is clear and melodious. Even if she shouts so loudly, it is still pleasant to listen to. With her power, naturally the entire Shuiyun Sect can hear her clearly.

    In the valley, Xiao Yuesheng was lying beside the cold lake, lazily lying on a deck chair made by himself, squinting his eyes slightly, as if dozing off, holding a green bamboo fishing rod lightly in his hand, and fishing quietly.

    Waves of aroma came from the small wooden house used as the kitchen and lingered in front of his nose. He couldn't help but secretly admire Xiaodie's talent for cooking. He was really blessed!

    ?The clear water in the cold lake reached the bottom, but at this time, the bottom of the lake could not be seen clearly. It was blocked by the sparkling waves on the lake surface. The colorful clouds in the sky passed through the mist, dyeing him golden red.

    Hearing Liu Qingquan¡¯s cry, Xiao Yuesheng¡¯s spiritual thoughts immediately escaped, and the entire Shuiyun Sect appeared in his mind.

    On weekdays, Xiao Yuesheng hardly uses his spiritual thoughts. After all, all Shuiyun sects are women. If his spiritual thoughts are turned on, he will inevitably be suspected of prying, and he disdains it.

    As soon as he put down the fishing rod, Xiaodie and Xiaoqing had already walked out of the kitchen and came to Xiao Yuesheng together, looking up in the direction of the valley mouth.

    The two women were wearing floral aprons on their slender waists. They were pretty and cute. Xiaodie said softly: "Master, I don't know what happened"

    Liu Qingquan was careless, and the anxiety in his tone was immediately obvious.

    "It's nothing, don't worry, I'll come when I go, and come back for dinner later!" Xiao Yuesheng waved his hand lightly, smiled, and then raised his voice: "Junior sister, I'm coming!"

    His deep voice was like ripples on the water, coming out slowly, condensing and not dissipating, and directly penetrated into the ears of Liu Qingquan, who was running towards this direction.

    After Xiao Yuesheng finished speaking, he tiptoed and his body slowly rose up, like a white cloud, slowly drifting to the lake with the wind. Not only did it not fall, but it had the tendency to rise higher and higher.

    On the lake surface a hundred meters away, he only rose and fell, breaking out of the fog, slowly landing in front of Liu Qingquan, and said warmly: "What's wrong, Fifth Junior Sister?!"

    "Elder brother, let's go, let's go!" When Liu Qingquan saw him, he immediately stepped forward and took his big hand, turned around and walked back.

    Xiao Yuesheng said no more, turned back to being a guest, and pulled Liu Qingquan, like a breeze, in an instant, he had swept to the front of the Shuiyun Sect Pavilion.

    Wen Yubing, who was sitting behind Song Qingya, was now as pale as a sheet of paper, with sweat dripping down her face. Behind her, the second disciple Li Ruoyun pressed his palms against her back, and his face was also as pale as a sheet of paper.

    With the combined strength of their master and apprentice, they still could not stop the overbearing heat and poison in Song Qingya's body. Song Qingya's vitality quickly disappeared, her body continued to tremble more and more violently, and her complexion turned yellow like a roasted weed.

    While the other girls were trembling with fear, her trembling suddenly stopped, her head drooped, and she made no sound again.

    "Qing¡ª¡ªYa¡ª¡ª!" Yang Yuqi, who had been biting her lip tightly and biting her lower lip until there was faint blood, screamed in grief, making those who heard it cry.

    "Master!" Xiao Yuesheng came floating in the air and flew directly to Wen Yubing's side.

    After calling Master, he said no more, and without looking at the people around him, he leaned down, stretched out his palms to press the head of Song Qingya's head, who was lying in Wen Yubing's arms, and then stretched out his hand to lift her four-petaled breast.  Pull off the clothes and lay them flat on the carpet.

    Song Qingya¡¯s upper body was red and yellow, without any luster, and she could no longer see any sense of beauty.

    "Qiu'er, is there any hope left?!" Wen Yubing, who looked pale, asked weakly. She was already severely injured.

    Xiao Yuesheng¡¯s solemn face returned to warmth again, and he smiled gently: ¡°Disciple, give it a try!¡±

    After saying that, the fingers of his right hand were like lightning, and in the blink of an eye, he touched several strange and remote acupuncture points in front of Song Qingya's body. The women around him who were looking around could only see a shadow of the fingers, but they couldn't catch them wherever they pointed.

    Immediately, he gently placed his left palm on her round shoulder, lifted her gently, and immediately turned her over. He used the fingers of his right hand to tap several strange points on her back.

    The hall was silent, except for the faint sound of metal and iron coming from the martial arts field of Shuiyun School. The girls unconsciously held back their breaths and nervously watched him perform his fingering techniques.

    After finishing touching Song Qingya's body, Xiao Yuesheng sat cross-legged behind her, held her shoulder with his left palm, pressed his right hand on her vital point, and closed his eyes slightly.

    The girls knew that he was exercising, and unconsciously became more nervous. Within a few breaths, they saw his face begin to change, as if a piece of rouge had been thrown into a clear spring. The rouge was slowly released, and the color of the spring water changed.  From light to light, from light to dark, and finally to red.

    Song Qingya's face gradually turned red from withered yellow, and finally turned into a rosy color. Steam was steaming from her head, and white steam curled up into the air, like steamed buns.

    Seeing the change in her face, seeing her breathing changing from nothing to breathing, gradually becoming deeper, Wen Yubing and the others knew that Song Qingya's life had finally been saved!
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