Chapter 158: The Awakened Third Young Master Ouyang
"Hey, Haoran is so upright! I never thought there are still humans who can do this!"
At the same time, far away from the eyes of everyone, on the top of the western mountain outside the high city wall of Taiyuanzhou Mansion, a majestic figure suddenly turned his head, looked in the direction of the Ouyang Family Mansion, and spoke out in amusement. In just one sentence, he revealed that he was very special.
person's identity.
This man is as powerful as a mountain.
In front of him, the surrounding peaks crouched one after another, seeming to be a little shorter.
"The ancient literature and teachings have taught people all over the world. It's rare that I can leave the ocean this time. If I have the chance, I won't be able to meet this human being."
The figure chuckled, turned around suddenly, and looked at the two figures kneeling on the ground with a cold look:
"You two said that Her Highness the Princess disappeared. What happened? Why did she disappear?"
…
In the bamboo garden, Yang Ji breathed a long sigh of relief after performing the Little Holy Word Technique twice in succession.
The effects of these two Little Holy Word spells were much better than I imagined.
"The power of the evil god has been almost expelled from his body, and only the last bit is left. Depending on his own blood and willpower, it should be slowly worn away."
Yang Ji is in a good mood now. It was originally expected that it might take three times of using the Small Holy Word to get rid of the power of these evil gods, but now it seems that two times is about the same.
Although there are still some remnants, they are already insignificant and cannot cause huge damage. With Ouyang Zifu's martial arts master level, he should be able to slowly suppress and then wear them away.
It doesn't matter if it can't be eliminated, you can just get rid of it by yourself when the time comes.
"Now it's time to find a way to heal his soul and mental wounds."
Yang Ji thought to himself.
This problem really doesn't matter, no matter how severe it is, as long as no one dies. Yang Ji can find a way to cure them. The only trouble is that these people are not themselves, and the wounds on their souls do not recover so quickly. It is impossible to cure the disease.
In addition, they can only rely on themselves to slowly recover.
In this process, the only thing Yang Ji can do is to provide them with external help to speed up their recovery.
After coming back to his senses, Yang Ji glanced at Ouyang Zifu on the bed. After removing the power of the evil god from his body, his breath became much calmer and his face was not as pale as before.
But still didn't wake up.
It's just inevitable that freezing three feet is not a day's cold. His mental depletion is much worse than that of the few owners of the Earthly Mountain Villa. Moreover, he has also provoked the evil god of the sky. It would be good to come back alive, but
It recovers so quickly.
Yang Ji expected that in about two or three days, Ouyang Zifu would be able to wake up from his condition. After swallowing his own pure demon-suppressing pill, he would basically feel better.
He then needed to rest and recuperate on his own. He slowly recovered.
"Buzz!"
The room was quiet. Yang Ji walked to the bed, stretched out one hand and pressed the forehead of the third young master Ouyang. Then a cool and majestic spiritual power surged out and poured into the third young master Ouyang.
The prince's mind.
Under the nourishment of this attributeless spiritual power, Third Young Master Ouyang's complexion improved visibly to the naked eye.
I don't know how much time passed. Yang Ji let go of his palms, his eyes slightly tired.
"alright."
Yang Ji glanced at Mr. Ouyang on the bed and sighed. Today's treatment basically ended here.
"Aren't you going to give him the Purifying Demon-Suppressing Pill?"
The ghost alchemist walked behind Yang Ji and said.
"No need. Let's wait until he wakes up."
Yang Jidao.
For an eight-level martial arts sect like Ouyang Zifu, when he wakes up, he can cooperate with the elixir to circulate around the sky. This will help the purifying demon-subduing elixir to exert its maximum effect, and it will also be more beneficial to his situation.
"Just now... that thing just now..."
The ghost alchemist hesitated and stopped talking.
"Haha, that is the great righteousness of Confucianism and Taoism."
Yang Ji smiled and said, not hiding anything.
Now that Haoran Zhengqi was used in the Ouyang family's mansion, it was impossible to hide it. Yang Ji had also made preparations before this.
Hiding is just a means, not an end. Yang Ji is not prepared to be a coward for the rest of his life.
The martial arts examination is approaching, and once I gain the title of a martial arts examiner, there will be no need to hide this identity.
"I see……"
The ghost alchemist breathed a sigh of relief. He didn't know much about ancient literature, and even if Yang Ji said so, he didn't understand it very well. However, Yang Ji was able to tell him, which still proved a kind of trust and proved that Yang Ji still gave him
Be your own person.
This made the ghost alchemist quite happy.
"What should we do next? Do you want to go see your fellow junior?" Ghost Alchemist said.
Yang Ji fell silent immediately.
Things at Ouyang Zifu have come to an end for the time being. If you want to see Ouyang Zishi, now is the best time.
"Forget it, let's wait a little longer."
Yang Ji thought for a while and shook his head. Ouyang Zushi was still lying on the bed, seriously injured and not yet healed. No one came to see him or treat him.
Yang Ji doesn't want to go. But the place is still isolated, and now is not a good time to go.
"When I came here, I asked the old servant who served him carefully."
Yang Jidao:
"Ouyang Zushi's injury is difficult to heal on its own, but it will not get worse easily. There should be no problem in the next few days. The fifth lady should not dare to kill him like this. And after all, she is the wife of the Ouyang family.
, although she is not the official wife, but she is able to block another wife and the children of the aristocratic family in an open and honest manner, which is quite powerful."
"If we don't cure this Third Young Master Ouyang, we still won't be able to gain the trust of the Third Madam Duanmu. It's definitely not a good time to go now. Even if we force our way in and cure Junior Brother Ouyang, there will still be a lot of trouble like this in the future.
If we treat the symptoms but not the root cause, things like this will happen again in the future. We can’t have that much energy to keep an eye on him all the time.”
"Besides, by rushing in now, we offend the fifth lady. It is also equivalent to offending the Ouyang family. The third son Ouyang's biological mother, the Duanmu family, will not have a good impression of us. In order to solve the problem once and for all, we can only wait."
Yang Ji looked thoughtful, obviously he had thought about these things in detail before he came up with them.
"That's fine. Everything will go according to your plan."
The Ghost Alchemist thought for a moment, nodded, and agreed with Yang Ji's plan.
For three days in a row, Yang Ji and Gui Danfang stayed in the bamboo garden, taking care of Ouyang Zifu. Yang Ji regularly injected pure spiritual energy into him to heal the cracks in his soul and replenish his mental strength.
About three days later, with a slight sound, Ouyang Zifu on the bed finally regained some consciousness:
"Water, give me water..."
"Wake up, finally wake up!..."
In the room, the two people were in great spirits.
"Ghost Alchemist, help me get some water."
Yang Ji quickly walked to Ouyang Zifu and squatted down.
"Ouyang Zifu, can you hear me? I was invited by your mother to help you treat your obsession. Now put the elixir for treating your obsession into water and feed it to you. After swallowing it, remember to cooperate with Da Zhou
run."
On the bed, Ouyang Zifu was still confused, making unconscious sounds from his mouth, and was extremely weak.
"Ouyang Zifu, you are the Great Martial Sect of the eighth level. I know you can definitely hear it. If you hear it, just nod. I will dissolve the elixir into the tea to help you."
Yang Ji said again and repeated what he said before.
This time, Ouyang Zifu finally nodded imperceptibly. His movements were not large. If you didn't pay attention, you wouldn't be able to notice it at all.
Yang Ji got this hint and no longer hesitated. He took a dove-sized pure demon-suppressing pill, put it into the tea bowl brought by the ghost alchemist, and melted it into the water. The water rippled and immediately turned green.
Yang Ji held up Ouyang Zifu's head and brought the tea bowl to his mouth. The green tea poured from the tea bowl into his mouth and then slid into his belly.
After all, Ouyang Zifu is a genius of the Ouyang family, and his strength is more powerful than the young master of Dihuoshan Villa. When Yang Ji fed him tea, it was quite smooth and there was no resistance.
Moreover, after the potion entered his abdomen, there was a buzzing sound like thunder, and bleeding light emitted from Ouyang Zifu's body. It was obvious that he was already cooperating with the power of the pill to move the Great Zhoutian.
"It's up to him now!"
Yang Ji quickly stepped away and stayed away from the bed. The eighth level of the Great Wuzong was no small matter. Before Ouyang Zifu recovered from his illness, it was quite dangerous to approach him rashly.
"Buzz!"
The thunderous buzzing in the room became louder and louder, and the rainbow lights on Ouyang Zifu's body alternated and changed faster and faster.
"puff!"
Ouyang Zifu leaned back and suddenly opened his mouth and spat out a stream of blood. The black blood shot out like a sharp sword, even piercing the ceiling.
This mouthful of dirty blood spurted out, and Ouyang Zifu's closed eyes suddenly opened, and at the same time, a vigorous vitality bloomed from his body like bamboo shoots after a rain.
"Did you save me?"
Ouyang Zifu propped one arm on the bed and looked sideways at Yang Ji. His eyes were sharp, piercing his heart and lungs, like a sharp sword. The ghost alchemist felt a chill in his heart, and he subconsciously took a few steps back as if he had seen a ghost.
He couldn't bear the pressure of the Great Wuzong.
Only Yang Ji looked as usual, unaffected at all. His mental power had already reached the eighth level of martial arts, and was not necessarily inferior to Ouyang Zifu. Due to his mental power, Ouyang Zifu's reality could be seen clearly.
The third prince of the Ouyang family looked majestic and exclaimed, exuding amazing strength as soon as he woke up.
But Yang Ji could see clearly that he was just a strong man on the outside but a weak man on the inside.
Although the Purifying Demon Subduing Pill calmed down the rebellious and violent blood energy in his body, the impact and trauma caused by this internal violence are unavoidable and cannot be made up for in a short time.
The Purifying Demon Subduing Pill is not a magic pill yet, and it does not have such miraculous power. It will take at least more than two months for Ouyang Zifu to recover from this kind of trauma.
The damage caused by a god of the Evil God's level is not easy to heal. Even the eighth level of the Great Martial Sect is the same. (To be continued...)