Chu Yanshu was silent for a while, took out a bottle of elixir from the Qiankun bag, poured out a sweet-smelling elixir and fed it to Song Qingyun.
"Let him sleep for a while first."
If you fall asleep, it may not be so uncomfortable.
Sang Luo: "......."
This seems to be a good idea indeed.
After taking the elixir, Song Qingyun immediately started fighting with his upper and lower eyelids, and fell asleep within a short time.
Chu Yanshu handed the elixir to Chongming Sword Spirit.
"The calming pill contains ice soul, which can temporarily suppress the inner fire in his body. Give him one pill every hour."
Chongming Sword Spirit obtained the elixir and nodded,
"good."
Sang Luo looked at Song Qingyun who was sleeping in the ice crevice and sighed slightly.
"Isn't there a pill that can help him reconcile the two spiritual auras in his body?"
Chu Yanshu shook his head,
"It's not because of the conflict of spirit and breath. The most fundamental reason is the conflict of martial arts. Even if it is suppressed with elixir this time, any big move in the future will still cause the conflict of spirit and breath."
For this kind of conflict in exercises, elixirs can be used to reconcile and treat the symptoms rather than the root cause.
Perhaps it is a good thing that his injury exposed the shortcomings of the Kung Fu this time. After all, the Kung Fu has shortcomings. The higher the cultivation level, the greater the possibility of becoming possessed.
"..."
In order to find out and solve the problem of conflicting skills in Song Qingyun's body, Sang Luo and Chu Yanshu also came to the library to read ancient books.
The two of them searched for three days and finally let Sang Luo see a related book.
She looked up in the direction of the third floor and shouted, with a hint of joy in her voice.
"Master, Chu Yanshu, I found an ancient book that seems to be able to relieve the inner fire in Song Qingyun's body."
As soon as she spoke, Chu Yanshu and Changli Sword Master, who were still flipping through books on the third floor, appeared next to her in an instant.
Sang Luo handed the book to his master,
"Master, look."
Changli Sword Master took the ancient book and quickly looked through it a few times. The frown he had been frowning in the past few days relaxed slightly, and a faint smile appeared on his face.
"Maybe you can try this method."
At the bottom of Kunwu Sword Sect's Cold Pond, there is mysterious ice that has never melted for thousands of years, which can best help people practice. Song Qingyun is a natural thunder spirit, which is not incompatible with the Cold Pond. If he soaks in the Cold Pond for a month, he will help him sort it out.
The chaotic breath, re-harmonizing the practice of exercises, may be able to solve the current predicament.
It's just... Su Changli frowned slightly, seeming a little distressed. Hantan didn't know if the Kunwu Sword Sect would be willing to lend it to them.
After all, a thousand years ago, even though the other six sects did things improperly, the two god-forming elders of the Kunwu Sword Sect died in his hands. In terms of seniority, it was the current sect leader and the sword-holding elder.
's Master.
Over the past thousand years, although Xuanyuan Sect has maintained superficial peace with several other sects, in fact, there is a real blood debt.
Although so many years have passed and he has nothing here, after all, it was his master who died.
He felt that the Kunwu Sword Sect might care.
Sang Luo looked at Changli Sword Master's hesitation and thought he was concerned about what happened back then and didn't want to think about Xuanyuan Sect.
So she spoke,
"Master, I can just take my junior brother there. After all, I saved Lin Qinghan on the martial arts stage that day, so the Kunwu Sword Sect owes me a favor."
In her hand, she still had the jade pendant that Yu Ming gave her that day, as well as the promise.