Although the fight with Xiao Ruian only involved one move, he actually used the experience and skills from his previous life to the fullest. In the moment of the fight, Ruian was secretly poisoned with the Liuyun Sleeve, and then used the secret footwork of the Medicine King Sect to relieve the force, and then Use Taiqingshou Renjing to enhance the body's blood energy and mental strength, and suppress injuries.
If anyone else were present, with such a disparity in strength between the two sides, they would both be destined for defeat, and only Li Donglai could do this.
but……
"The gap is too big." Li Donglai muttered to himself. Facing the bloodline awakening and the eighth level of blood coagulation, he could barely survive the two with his third level of blood coagulation. He had to improve his strength as soon as possible. Unfortunately, he was injured this time. In the past few days, It seems that we can no longer go to the temple in Qingluo Mountain to investigate.
Thinking of this, he took a breath, threw all thoughts behind his mind, formed the lotus mudra with his hands in front of his chest, and slowly fell into meditation.
The Taiqing Shouren Jing is not only the sacred method of spiritual cultivation of the Medicine King Sect, but also an immortal healing treasure.
A faint green energy gathered between his brows, and a cool breath circulated in his body, flowing through each of his apertures, opening up the congestion in the injured area.
…
Just when Li Donglai was recovering from his injuries, the Chicheng Agu Chamber of Commerce.
Old Ruian looked at the person in front of him and said thoughtfully: "That's what happened. Please ask Mr. Jin to clear up my doubts."
The person sitting in front of Old Ruian was a middle-aged man wearing black clothes, with a pale complexion, and looked a bit like a tuberculosis ghost. He had a pair of black and blue eyes, as if he hadn't slept enough all day long.
Despite his poor appearance, Old Ruian valued Mr. Jin very much, not only because he was resourceful, but also because Mr. Jin was sent by the Wang family to help him complete his plan.
After hearing Old Ruian's words, Mr. Jin picked up a goatee under his chin with two skinny eagle-claw fingers on his left hand, half-closed his eyes, shook his body slightly and said, "My boss, I've seen the young boss's injuries. It's true. There is no doubt that it is the Tiger Flame Hand. Only the Tiger Flame Hand can carry this kind of red flame poison. It is unmistakable. But you don’t have to worry, I have found a medicine to restrain the inflammation poison. As long as the young master rests and recuperates, there won’t be much trouble.”
"Thank you, Mr. Jin." Old Ruian breathed a sigh of relief, and then asked: "What do you think of Mr. Jin about Li Donglai?"
"Two possibilities."
Mr. Jin held out two fingers and said slowly: "First, Li Donglai's failure in awakening was false. For some reason, he concealed his strength; second, he had another adventure after he failed in awakening."
If Li Donglai had been present, he would have been unable to help but clap his hands and praise him. Although Mr. Jin had never met him in person, his speculation almost told the truth. Li Donglai indeed had another "adventure" after his failed awakening. ”.
However, no matter how smart and clever he is, he would never have imagined that Li Donglai would be reborn. Including Mr. Jin and Old Ruian in front of him, they all tended to the former option.
"If we talk about adventure, time is too short. It only takes a few days for the awakening to fail."
"So..."
"This person is probably a spy planted by the Li family."
"No! Impossible!" A trace of uneasiness flashed across Old Ruian's face: "The Li family has no reason to spend so much effort on a collateral branch."
"That may be because they got wind of our plan." A sharp look suddenly flashed across Mr. Jin's eyes, which had been unable to wake up all day long. "If that's the case, you have to be careful."
"I understand." Old Ruian looked solemn and murmured: "It seems that we have to slow down our plans temporarily."
The Golden Crow is setting in the west, and the evening sun shines in from the west window, giving the room a rich color.
Li Donglai practiced "Tai Qing Shou Ren Sutra" for two full hours before he woke up from trance. However, he did not wake up by himself, but was awakened by Li Xilai's knock on the door.
"Xilai, come in."
"elder brother."
Li Xilai opened the door, strode to him, bent down and touched Li Donglai's hand, and whispered to his ear: "It seems to be a lot better, but brother, please wish yourself well, dad is here."
"
"You..." Seeing Xilai secretly winking at him, Li Donglai also learned to lower his voice and said: "Why did you tell dad about my injury and make him worry again!"
"You think I'm thinking that Duoduo in your room is not the talkative one!"
"Duoduo?"
The two of them were biting their ears when they suddenly heard a cough. They looked back and saw their father, Li Gong, walking in with his hands behind his back.
It has to be said that Li Gong may be just a kind-hearted elder in front of others, but in front of his two sons, he still has the majesty of a father. However, in fact, Li Donglai and Li Xilai are not afraid of him, but respect and love him. Mother
He died young, and Gong Li had raised the two brothers as both father and mother since they were young. How could outsiders understand the family relationship between father and son?
"father."
Li Xilai stood up straight and put away the joke on his face.
Li Donglai was about to stand up, but Li Gong stepped forward and held him down: "Why don't you lie down to recuperate? Are you seriously injured?"
After all, father and son are connected. They didn’t ask anything else. The first thing they said was to care about Li Donglai’s injury.
"It doesn't matter, Dad, this little injury will be fine after a few days of rest." Li Donglai smiled pretending to be relaxed.
However, in Li Gong's opinion, his smile was a deliberate act of ease to reassure him. After all, he was injured by someone who had awakened his bloodline and was at the eighth level of blood coagulation. With such a huge difference in strength, it was a miracle that he was not injured.
"Xilai, tell me everything from beginning to end." Li Gong put his hand on Li Donglai's right hand pulse gate and checked his pulse. Qi and blood cultivators are very familiar with themselves and can detect common injuries.
When Li Xilai finished telling what had happened, Li Gong's brows knitted together, he glanced at Li Donglai, and shook his head helplessly: "Donglai, should I take you to the ancestral temple to offer sacrifices to my father? Your luck has been really bad recently...
…”
"Dad, am I okay? Besides, Xiao Ruian didn't get any advantage." Li Donglai smiled faintly, patted the back of Li Gong's hand, and reassured him. As a fourth-grade pharmacist, he knew his physical condition very well, and he was not injured.
As for the internal organs, they only need to rest for ten and a half months to recover.
"By the way." Li Gong took out his pen and ink and wrote a prescription for Li Donglai's treatment. He asked casually: "Xiao Ruian was injured at that time? How was he injured? What did you do to him, Donglai?"
"this……"
Everything else is easy to explain, but the use of poison is a bit difficult to explain. In the past, Li Donglai had absolutely no understanding of poison.
Not only did Li Gong have questions about this matter, Li Xilai was also curious. If Li Donglai hadn't been injured at that time, he would have asked.
Li Donglai thought for a while and said: "Father, Xiao Ruian was actually poisoned by me."
"Poisoned?!"
The pen he was writing stopped and Li Gong raised his head and glanced at Li Donglai in surprise: "When did you learn this?"