(I didn¡¯t sleep all night and spent the rest of the night coding this chapter. Although it was very slow, I felt that this chapter expressed what I wanted to express. I haven¡¯t dared to read the book review section after last night¡¯s single chapter. I opened the webpage after I finished writing this chapter. I was afraid that I would still be depressed after seeing your support. Fortunately, I wrote it anyway. I was also afraid that the book review section would still be deserted, so I didn¡¯t dare to read it until I uploaded this chapter. I have read so much, and you are all leaving messages to support me. My heart feels so warm at this moment. I will persist and continue to make the competition perfect and the future perfect.) Chapter 542 Damn it! The dead fat man Looking at the fat man who fell asleep in front of him, Fang Jie could not imagine how he walked all the way back and what he had experienced before that. When Qinlin Gol left, the fat man still had a bright smile on his face, and the joy of seeing the second senior brother he admired and respected the most jumped up on his face. At that time, Xiang Qingniu was not worried at all about the upcoming climb to the Snowy Mountains. He was as happy as a child who had successfully received a beloved gift. But now, this fat man who never seemed to have any troubles lay quietly in front of Fang Jie as if he had lost 90% of his life. The black robe he was wearing could no longer cover his body, and the exposed skin was covered with scars. Only the jade belt that symbolizes the identity of the Taoist Master from the Central Plains is still clean and intact. Even in his sleep, Xiang Qingniu's brows were still furrowed tightly, and the corners of his mouth kept twitching. He didn't know whether it was because the injuries on his body made him unbearable pain, or whether he was experiencing it again in his sleep. of pain. Fang Jie looked at him, feeling suddenly a little cramped in his heart. In the martial arts world of the Central Plains, there is never a shortage of people who dare to challenge oppression, and there is never a shortage of people who dare to point their fingers at the sky and scold their mother. It is difficult to find a man who can straighten his spine among the people who have been enslaved for thousands of years on the western prairie. In the Central Plains, such bloody men have not disappeared. ¡°Some people may say that no matter how powerful the Buddhist sect is and how severe it enslaves the world, doesn¡¯t it not involve the Central Plains? If the enslaved grassland people didn¡¯t resist, why would the Central Plains people resist? People with such thoughts may never understand Yang Qi¡¯s understanding of Su Tugou¡¯s understanding of Xiang Qingniu¡¯s understanding of the Jianghu guest from the Central Plains who bravely traveled west to die calmly more than ten years ago. Seeing Xiang Qingniu coming back alone, Fang Jie could actually guess the outcome of the battle on the Snow Mountain, but he couldn't imagine how tragic the battle would be. Only Xiang Qingniu came back, not Yang Qi, not the Chen brothers. Perhapsjust like Su Tugou who followed Yang Qi and went westward with a silly smile a few years ago, he will never return to the eternal hometown in their heartsthe Central Plains. Fang Jie tried to find some kind of elixir on Xiang Qingniu. He knew that Daozong's little golden elixir had the miraculous effect of bringing the dead back to life. But after searching through the torn Taoist robe, I found nothing. This fat man who regards wealth as his life has nothing now. Zhuo Buyi, Shen Qingshan and others looked at Xiang Qingniu solemnly, with the most sincere admiration and deep concern in everyone's eyes. There are a group of warriors in this world who dare to challenge the so-called gods, and there is no doubt that Xiang Qingniu is one of them. If Fang Jie didn't have too many bonds, maybe he was the one who stood beside Xiang Qingniu and climbed the Snow Mountain, and then buried his body under the ice and snow. "Who can tell me how to save him!" Fang Jie's voice was hoarse and vibrato. No one answered. Zhuo Buyi shook his head slightly and looked sad. Shen Qingshan even turned his head and refused to look at Fang Jie's bloodshot eyes. They all knew that Xiang Qingniu¡¯s injury was too serious. The body is left intact. As a Taoist, the leader of the Taoist sect who has a clear understanding of Taoism, a rookie in the world who has high hopes for Wan Xingchen, and he can still come back after being injured like this, he actually deserves the praise that everyone once gave him. Zhuo Buyi reluctantly stretched out his hand to check his pulse again, and after a few minutes he sighed heavily. "The Qi veins were completely destroyed, a corner of the Dantian collapsed, and more than half of the 108 air pockets were shattered With such serious injuries, others would have died long ago. He was able to walk nearly ten thousand miles with perseverance. "It's a miracle if he comes back." "I don't want to hear anything about miracles. I just want you to tell me whether he can be saved or not!" Zhuo Buyi opened his mouth and finally said: No answer was given that Fang Jie actually already knew. "If he can come back, he will definitely not die!" After a while, Fang Jie suddenly gritted his teeth and said something. He turned around and glanced at the crowd and asked, "There are many treasures in this world that can bring the dead back to life. Tell me. I have whatever I have, I'll look for it!" "It's useless" Shen Qingshan came over and held Fang Jie's hand, looked at Fang Jie and said softly: "Those legends"The things in your body can be found but not sought. Even if you can find them, it won't take more than three or five days. I'm afraid he won't be able to survive today due to his current injury. The only reason he was able to walk back before was his perseverance. The moment he saw our people, his tense breath relaxed, and he wanted to continue his life" Shen Qingshan couldn't bear to say the following words. " Can't be saved? " Fang Jie murmured, his shoulders shaking violently. "Wait! " Mu Xiaoyao, who was standing next to Fang Jie, suddenly remembered something. She looked at Fang Jie with hope in her eyes: "Fang Jie, do you still remember that when you were in Fan Gu, you checked the Qi pulses in your body, and there was only one I don¡¯t know what the power of a Qi vein is, and then you left in a hurry when you had something to do. When I was cleaning the room, I found The old wood that had been for many years suddenly sprouted a bud, and we told you about it later! " When Shen Qingshan heard this, her eyes suddenly lit up! "Yes! "She nodded vigorously: "Since the ability of that Qi vein can make dead trees grow buds in spring, it may not be able to help people restore their vitality. Even if it doesn't work, you can still try it. After all, this is the only method that can be used at the moment! " Fang Jie was startled, then immediately stepped forward and placed his right hand on Xiang Qingniu's heart. He closed his eyes and searched for the Qi vein in his body that he had never known what its power and effect was. After finding it, he tried his best to Squeezing out the unknown ability in his energy veins, a light green light gradually appeared on his right hand, very soft, like the color of a bud that had just stretched out his body. When this light green light appeared. The moment he appeared, the room seemed filled with vitality, and everyone felt as comfortable as a spring breeze. Everyone held their breath and did not dare to disturb Fang Jie. She clenched her fists in anticipation. Seeing that Fang Jie was shaking, Shen Qingshan immediately stepped forward to support him. Mu Xiaoyao took out a handkerchief and wiped the sweat from Fang Jie's face. At this time, Fang Jie's face turned pale. He looked like he was terminally ill, without a trace of blood. His body was shaking and he was unable to even stand. "Don't continue." "Mu Xiaoyao begged with a cry, holding Fang Jie's hand and trying to stop him. Fang Jie smiled gently at her, and then shook his head. He slowly took his hand out of Mu Xiaoyao's hand and pressed it against her again. It has been on Xiang Qingniu's heart for half an hour, and he has almost squeezed out the power in that energy vein, but Xiang Qingniu still has no improvement and is still sleeping heavily. "If this happens again, I can't wake him up." You yourself fell down first. " Shen Qingshan advised: "How about taking a rest? We won't stop you from continuing to save him. We just ask you to take a rest, okay? " Fang Jie shook his head again and said in a very soft voice: "You are right, this may be the only way to save him. If I let him go to hell because of my giving up, I won't be able to sleep peacefully for the rest of my life. I'm fine, fine Don't worry, just let me try again, maybe he will open his eyes in the next moment" Wanyan Yunshu didn't know very well what Fang Jie was doing. Regarding matters of cultivation, she She didn't understand much. But she could tell that Fang Jie seemed to be using his own life to try to bring back the man who was about to lose his life. She looked at Fang Jie's pale face, his slightly trembling lips, and looked at him. Big beads of sweat fell down her face. Wanyan Yunshu couldn't control herself anymore and squatted on the ground and started crying. But she was afraid of disturbing Fang Jie, so she tightly covered her mouth to prevent herself from crying. With the sound of tears streaming down her cheeks, Zhuo Buyi turned to look at the outer door, biting her lips until bloodshot eyes appeared. The room became extremely quiet, and no sound seemed to be heard except Fang Jie's heavy breathing. . This continued for another incense, and Fang Jie's face became as pale as a dead person. His hand on Xiang Qingniu's chest couldn't help trembling, and the veins on the back of his hand were particularly clear. " "Please" Mu Xiaoyao hugged Fang Jie's waist from behind: "Please don't continue, you will die if you continue like this!" " Fang Jie swallowed the blood that surged into his throat, thinking that he had hidden it well, but he did not realize that the blood had actually painted his black and purple lips extremely brightly, which was particularly eye-catching compared with his pale face. " At this moment , He refused to give up his persistence like a monster. "Hold on for a little while longer" He tried to make himself smile, but he didn't know how ugly his smile was at this time.After squeezing out the last bit of energy from his Qi veins, he couldn't hold on any longer and his eyesight turned black and he fell down. If Mu Xiaoyao hadn't been holding him from behind, he would have fallen heavily to the ground. The moment he fell, there was a voice in his head that kept circling. "Can't he be saved? I can't save him?" "I still haven't saved him" The world is dark, so dark. There is not a trace of light. ¡°Perhaps this is the last struggle before the night leaves, so the black appears so strong and rampant. But no matter how stubborn black is, it will eventually leave the earth. When a glimmer of light appears, light will fill the entire world. That glimmer of light was like the sound of a majestic horn for war, like a lover's sweet whisper in the ear, like people's cheers to welcome the arrival of the morning sun, which finally pulled the sleeping Fang Jie out of the darkness. . That glimmer of light was the slight opening of his eyes. There was a groan in his throat, and Fang Jie opened his eyes and saw the concerned faces in front of him. "Wake up!" Seeing him open his eyes, everyone couldn't help but shout in surprise. My head hurts and my throat hurts, but I can¡¯t find any other feeling. "Where is Xiang Qingniu?" he asked. It was as if the voice was not his, as rough and hoarse as the wind blowing through the stones on the next door. "He" Shen Qing opened his mouth and then stopped, which almost completely dissipated the hope in Fang Jie's heart "Idiot" A voice came from behind everyone, extremely weak but full of tenacity. : "Uncle, is it so easy to dieI knew you wouldn't watch me die. Even if you fight to the death, you still have to pull me back from the hands of the King of Hell, so I'm backLittle Fangfang, Taoist Master." I know I won't make the wrong friends!" His words were very confusing. He sometimes called himself uncle, sometimes called himself Taoist, and sometimes he called himself Laozi. But he was very happy, proud and proud. "Happy, proud and proud, Fang Jie is his friend." Fang Jie tried his best to sit up and saw the haggard fat man lying on the recliner behind him through the gap between the people. He saw him smiling at himself. Although there was still sadness in the smile that was difficult to let go, the smile was still so sincere. So Fang Jie also smiled and cursed with trembling lips. "Fucking fat guy" Xiang Qingniu pouted: "Taoist Mastercan't die."