Chapter 640 Qingxin Martial Arts Hall

When Ye Shuo was just awake, his two pet animals complained, blaming him for not enjoying the joy of life for three years and seeing the beauty for three years... But in this, it is not difficult to hear their concern for them, and Ye Shuo was secretly moved.

At first, he also tried to ask about the whereabouts of the Shifang Killing Puppets. The reply he got was that he was the only one in the wasteland at that time, and he did not see any puppets. In response, Ye Shuo thought that perhaps the wreckage had been blown away by the wind, and the entire puppet had been damaged too thoroughly. Even if the materials from the last time could be found, there would probably be no chance to repair them again.

Although the Ten Directions Killing Puppet was once the secret treasure of Xu Wuji, Ye Shuo still felt a sense of sadness in his heart after fighting with him for so long. After all, you shouldn't be too greedy for being a human being. If you weren't greedy for the demon essence of the Nirvana realm, you wouldn't have attracted the Six Demon Lords to come to the door to rob. This whole thing really became "stealing a chicken but losing a handful of rice"...

But to be honest, it is actually a blessing in disguise that I can still save my life.

After being hit by the Great Venerable's "Nine Poisons and Bone Erosion Hand", ordinary people should have been corroded by poisonous gas and died on the spot. Fortunately, he had a unique self-healing ability in his body. During the past three years, the poisonous gas remaining in his body was constantly fighting against the self-repair of the wound. Finally, the poisonous gas seemed to have been completely exhausted half a month ago, and he also won the game with difficulty...

But although his life was saved... Ye Shuo raised his hands and slowly bent and stretched his five fingers in front of him; he held his neck and shook his head on all sides. These simple movements usually made him so tired that he was out of breath.

His current body is like a sandbag that has been beaten for three years without interruption, and his whole body is in pain. His strength... conservatively estimated, he may have fallen to the level of Qi Condensation.

Although such a decline in strength is not permanent, as his injuries slowly recover, his combat power will also increase again, for Ye Shuo, who was still seriously injured and dying with his Qi-Cultivation Cultivation Cultivation Cultivation Cultivation Cultivation Cultivation Cultivation Cultivation, the strength of this Qi-Charging Cultivation Cultivation will always make him feel a deep sense of insecurity.

Sitting on the wooden bed, thinking about how to recover as soon as possible, Ye Shuo suddenly narrowed his eyes slightly and raised his palm to block the enlarged light. At the same time, the door was pushed open, and a small and delicate girl walked in with a medicine bowl.

"Brother Ye, it's time to take medicine."

The girl has a soft short hair and a strawberry hair accessories in front of her slanted bangs, which looks very well-behaved and cute. Although from Ye Shuo's perspective, she is not a very outstanding beauty, but she is better than pure and natural.

Turning his body sideways, Ye Shuo smiled faintly at her, and the girl also scooped up a spoonful of them from the medicine bowl and gave them to his mouth with a smile.

Her name is Yang Qingxin, and she is the youngest daughter of this family. When she was going up the mountain to collect herbs, she accidentally found Ye Shuo in a coma. For the past half month, she has been patiently feeding herself to drink medicine every day. It is said that in the past three years, she has been taking care of herself endlessly.

Ye Shuo sometimes chats with her. After spending time together, Yang Qingxin gives herself the feeling that she is a piece of white paper that is completely untainted by the world. She has no scheming and does not know how to doubt. She just simply believes in this world and everyone in the world. Perhaps it is because she is so simple and pure that she has taken care of herself as a stranger for three years without any compensation.

In addition, Yang Qingxin also has an elder brother named Yang Chao, who opened a small martial arts hall in the town, named after his sister, "Qingxin Martial Arts Hall". At the same time, he hopes that every person who comes to the martial arts hall to practice can be calm and devote himself to the Tao. This martial arts hall is also the main source of the family's livelihood.

In the past half month, in addition to taking medicine every day, Yang Qingxin would take Ye Shuo to the martial arts hall to exercise his body and practice boxing with a group of disciples. According to her, she had been lying motionless for three years. Now she exercises more and breathes more fresh air is very helpful for her physical recovery.

Although Ye Shuo did not think that boxing with a group of mortals could bring him much help, he could not bear to let Yang Qingxin's kindness. Therefore, practicing in the martial arts hall became his daily compulsory course. After a few moments, he became familiar with most of his disciples, but Ye Shuo never revealed his identity as a spiritual practitioner.

As he drank the soup and medicine one by one, Ye Shuo was also sighing secretly. Medicinal materials of this quality are probably not as good as the most ordinary elixir in the spiritual world. No wonder he has been drinking it for so long and his injuries have not yet recovered.

But with the economic strength of Yang Qingxin's family, it is indeed a difficult task to ask them to buy high-quality medicinal materials. Although there are still many spirit stones in their storage rings, their wealth is not revealed. They are just ordinary mortals. If they go to the town for extravagant purchases all day, they may be targeted by those who are interested in it over time and cause trouble.

Ye Shuo had no better way to do this. Now he can only go to the martial arts hall to fight boxing every day, and then go out to the street to buy spiritual medicines by himself when his strength has recovered.

"After drinking the medicine, you can go to the martial arts hall by yourself. I won't accompany you." Ye Shuo was silent and thought hard today, and Yang Qingxin seemed to be indifferent. After leaving this sentence lightly, he hurriedly stuffed the medicine bowl into Ye Shuo's hand and was about to get up and leave.

There was still half a bowl of medicine left. Ye Shuo held the bowl of medicine that was still slightly warm, and he was a little confused for a moment.

In fact, since a few days ago, he felt that Yang Qingxin and his daughter were a little wrong.

Before, they would stay in the museum for accompanying each other after they sent themselves to the martial arts hall. Although Yang Qingxin was not good at practicing martial arts, she also shuttled between the disciples, smiling and laughing. Every time they had a handkerchief to wipe everyone's sweat. Ye Shuo gradually felt very happy with such a simple life.

But just a few days ago, they suddenly became in a hurry and could not see them when they were in the martial arts hall. When they returned home at night, they seemed very tired. After a simple wash, they went to bed early. Often, they couldn't even say a few words throughout the day.

Ye Shuo also wanted to ask Yang Chao, but Yang Chao ran a whole martial arts hall, leaving earlier and late than his mother and sister. When he was in the martial arts hall, he focused on guiding his disciples to practice. After leaving the martial arts hall, the two had almost no chance to meet.

For this reason, Ye Shuo could only temporarily suppress his questions. After all, the most important thing is to restore his strength now. Even if they really encounter some difficulties, if they are not strong enough, it will be useless to ask. Perhaps they also saw that they were injured and did not want a patient to worry too much.

But no matter how busy or tired they were, they would always send themselves to the martial arts hall. How could they not even care about the medicine as they are today? This only shows that the problem that has bothered them has not been solved, but has become more and more serious. Ye Shuo finally couldn't help asking Yang Qingxin: "Is there something happened?"

Yang Qing didn't reply and focused on searching in the drawer: "Stop asking, you can't help if you tell you."

Ye Shuo hesitated for a moment: "Did I offend you?"

I have troubled them here for three years, and after I wake up, I continue to eat and live for free. If they already feel impatient, it is reasonable. They don’t have to hurry up and leave on their own.

Yang Qingxin paused for a moment, turned her head again, and finally showed a familiar warm smile from Ye Shuo: "No, it's my own private matter. Don't worry about it too much, just rest assured to recover from the injury."

Ye Shuo didn't know how to continue the conversation. At this time, a little disciple suddenly rushed into the door in a panic and shouted loudly, "Qingxin, it's not good, Brother Yang was injured in the last game!"

The needle and thread in Yang Qingxin's hand fell all over the floor: "What?!"

...

In the Qingxin Martial Arts Hall.

A group of disciples sat around the middle of the gym. Yang Chao was surrounded by them in the center, covered in blood, and he was struggling to maintain his sitting position. Next to him were several junior brothers who were busy applying medicine for him.

"Brother Yang, let me play in the next game!" A dark-faced and thin disciple has been full of indignation since just now. Seeing another bundle of blood-stained gauze thrown aside, he couldn't help but punch the ground and said loudly.

"Bufan, even Brother Yang is so injured. Do you have the chance to win when you come on the court?" Another disciple held his shoulder in a heavy mood, "The other party is a spiritual cultivator, and the gap between us mortals is indeed too big."

The disciple was named Ning Bufan. Listening to the persuasion of everyone, his eyes also turned bloody in anger: "Of course I know! But tomorrow is our last chance! If we lose in the next battle against the Seven Warriors, if we lose again, we will be completely eliminated!"

"Cough cough..." Yang Chao coughed twice in pain, interrupting the noise of the crowd, "It is unfair to let mortal warriors fight with spiritual cultivators. Can't you still see that? Forces like Qianyuan Sect naturally want to recruit spiritual cultivators more. Even this opportunity to participate in the competition was obtained by how much money we raised!"

Yang Chao said that although everyone knew that it was true, if no one played in the next game and they would miss their qualifications, they would not want to see them. In the atmosphere was bleak, Ye Shuo, Yang Qingxin, and the previous disciple who reported the news, rushed in through the gate of the martial arts hall.

"Brother!" Yang Qingxin was so scared that he ran to him and looked at him with heartache. Yang Chao also tried hard to cover the back of her hand with a blood-stained palm, indicating that he was not seriously injured.

"Qingxin, you are here just in time. Please persuade Bufan. He is determined to play for Brother Yang!" Another disciple spoke out loudly.

As soon as he saw Yang Qingxin, Ning Bufan suddenly sat down, sweating profusely and said in pain: "Qingxin, you know, we cannot lose! If we cannot become an affiliated force and receive the protection of Qianyuan Sect, our martial arts hall will be destroyed by the Rakshasa Ghost Emperor at any time! Even if we fight for this life, I must protect you and everyone in the martial arts hall!"

In the past half a month, Ye Shuo could also see that Ning Bufan had a great affection for Yang Qingxin, but because he never dared to say it clearly, Yang Qingxin was ignorant about love affairs, and the two still maintained a relationship between senior and sister. But every time, Ning Bufan would inevitably put Yang Qingxin's interests first. If the two really get married in the future, Yang Qingxin would have found a good home.

However, what Ye Shuo cared more about at this time was Yang Chao's injury. He could tell at a glance that it was caused by spiritual skills!

Pushing away the disciples who were sitting together, Ye Shuo walked all the way to Yang Chao, and the more he looked, the more he became more worried.

"Your injury...it seems that the other party is very serious."

The other party was a spiritual practitioner, but he did not show any mercy because Yang Chao was a mortal. Others may not be able to see the seriousness of such injuries, but Ye Shuo was very clear that with their low-level treatment methods and the nutrition of tonics, even if Yang Chao could still recover in the future, he would probably become a useless person and would not be able to practice martial arts anymore.

Frowning, Ye Shuo raised his hand and pressed Yang Chao's shoulder to deliver some spiritual power to him. Although he is not a doctor and his strength has been greatly reduced, for the injuries of mortals, having his spiritual power in it would be equivalent to being reborn once, and no matter how serious the injury is, it is no problem.

Originally, he did not want to reveal his identity as a spiritual cultivator, but Yang Qingxin and his daughter worked tirelessly to take care of him for three years. Ye Shuo was worried that he could not repay him, so he naturally could not watch Yang Chao become a useless person.

At first, the disciples were still not sure, but they were shocked to see the luster appearing in Ye Shuo's palms, and forgot to ask for a moment.

After Ye Shuo withdrew his spiritual power, Yang Chao immediately felt the changes in his body. After experiencing them in detail, he couldn't help but exclaimed ecstatically.

"Okay! The broken ribs seem to be automatically attached, and I don't feel any pain at all!"

Seeing Yang Chao who was overly surprised and seemed to want to go up the mountain to fight a tiger, Ye Shuo smiled helplessly: "As the saying goes, it is said that it is a hundred days to hurt your muscles. During this period, you should still pay attention to rest and try not to use force with others."

Yang Chao nodded in a daze, and the disciples watching were all surrounded by bright eyes.

"Brother Ye, are you a spiritual cultivator?"

"...Is that true." Ye Shuo scratched the back of his head awkwardly, looked at the enlarged admiration in the crowd, and couldn't help but wave his hand and beg for mercy: "Don't look at me with this kind of eyes. I'm only a third-rate level. I think I know that if I'm really strong, I won't be seriously injured. I'll faint for three years."

At this time, Yang Chao, who was sitting on the ground, turned his head: "Brother Ye, why should you be modest? Although I don't understand spiritual power, I always know that the power you healed for me just now is only stronger than Li Binghe of the Bayi Sect!"

Li Binghe was the one who injured him in the last game, and he was also the one who had the most hope of winning the championship in the entire challenge. When everyone heard Yang Chao say this, they were both surprised and happy. Looking at Ye Shuo, it was as if they saw a savior falling from the sky.

Ning Bufan was the most excited. He knelt down on the spot and kowtowed a few times: "Brother Ye, please go to tomorrow's competition on our behalf and save our martial arts hall!"

Ye Shuo touched his nose silently. Although he really didn't want to get into trouble outside during his recovery, he couldn't say anything he refused when he looked at the expectant gaze of a group of fellow brothers who were together day and night in the martial arts hall.

"Okay...but before that, can you tell me what's going on in this game?"
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