When Qingqing heard this, he almost wanted to spit blood on himself: The Big Dipper was like a decoration in his eyes, and he had never seen it accurately when walking at night.
The old monk from Jimo continued to say, "Young hero's face looks poisonous. What injuries have you suffered recently?"
"It's Biting Poison from West Lake." Qingqing couldn't help but open her eyes wide, and Qingqing was secretly amazed at the monk's ability to recognize poison with his sharp eyesight.
Without saying a word, Qing Qing put a handkerchief on his wrist, and the old monk took his pulse, closed his eyes silently, and muttered something. He felt that although the female disciple in front of him was deeply poisoned and had not been cured for a long time, there was still a majestic and powerful force.
Power travels in the veins. This power is hidden but not weak, gentle but not contentious. It competes with the poisonous energy in the woman's body without showing any disadvantage.
After a long time, he closed his eyes and slowly spoke: "In addition to biting poison, is there also the snowy wormwood in Nanlin?"
"...Yes". Qingqing couldn't help but shrink her shoulders, the small wound was still aching.
He raised his head and looked under the lamp, and saw that the old monk not only had his eyes closed, but also had thick eyebrows furrowed.
Just as Qingqing was in a state of confusion, the leader of Jimo suddenly asked abruptly:
"I wonder if Young Master Li Rong would like to change his sect and join my Bei Mo sect?"
Switching to another sect? Qingqing was stunned for a moment, her mouth half-opened, confused by the question.
"If there is only Biting poison in the young hero's body, Master Linghu's internal strength can still compete with it; but if the Artemisia on the Snow condenses on his shoulders, without treatment, it will be very harmful."
"My disciple is stupid." Qing Qing kowtowed, "Please give me some advice, Master."
"The needle penetrates the bone very finely, and adds a poison that is difficult to cure in the world. If you want to survive, you need to break open the wound and grind the bone to remove it. The poor monk has no virtue. He only knows the art of Shajiang in the North Desert, which can cure this poison for the young knight.
.If the young knight can serve my little girl, I will do my best to protect the young knight."
Almost at the same moment, Qingqing raised his eyes: "No."
The old monk from Jimo didn't seem to expect Qingqing to be so decisive, and was stunned for a long time. Qingqing continued: "The disciple has an appointment with the master and needs to rush back to Dongshan on the night of the Mid-Autumn Festival. I don't dare to disturb my senior, so I will leave now.
"After that, he kowtowed deeply again to express his gratitude to the head of Jimo for his willingness to save him.
The monk shook his head: "It's such a important life matter, but it's only a day or two?"
Qingqing's heart trembled. She had never felt that the word "death" was so close around her.
"If the young hero and Master Linghu can't talk to each other, then the poor monk can talk to him. When the life of his disciple is hanging by a thread, the master will naturally understand the truth. The most he can do is brush off the poor monk's old face." Seeing Qing Qing, he remained silent.
, the head of Jimo continued: "Dongshan and Beimo have never had any enmity. The young hero's move is nothing more than changing his name. Why do you hesitate?"
The pain in his shoulder came again and again. When he was at the strange rock at the bottom of the pond, Qingqing felt that his shoulder was damaged, but he didn't want to let the master know, so he gritted his teeth and endured the pain. At this moment, every time the head of Jimo persuaded him, the pain on his shoulder
The scar seemed to be a little deeper.
Holding back her tears, Qing Qing said forcefully: "The master's great kindness in rescuing me, my disciple... I will never forget it for the rest of my life. It's just..."
The monk raised his eyes, his expression as calm as water filled with anticipation.
"The person who poisoned the disciple is the closest and most important person to the disciple. Even if this poison comes to take the disciple's life immediately, the disciple is willing to let the poisonous needle pierce his bones."
When the old monk heard this, he was speechless for a moment.
Qingqing kowtowed with tears in his eyes, unwilling to explain any more, and turned around resolutely and left the temple gate. After walking a few steps, he suddenly stopped:
"Please tell me, Master, how many days does this disciple have to live?"
"The poor monk doesn't know the exact number." The old monk looked sad, "Artemisia on the snow is a slow poison. It can take as short as a few months or as long as ten years. It's nothing more than a fleeting thing."
After bowing and saluting, Qingqing finally disappeared into the dense forest.
"In the poor autumn, the clouds are flying and the grass is yellow, and the moon is shining at the critical moment. The lonely rainy night sky is in the wilderness, and the north wind is blowing into the setting sun..."
I was stumbling all the way, but I was singing the song "Shajiang Yin" I just heard in a low voice.
Suddenly, in the blink of an eye, in the gentle breeze, a whisper came quietly in the direction of the wind: "We have been guarding for so long, I am afraid that both of us will fall under the water." When Qingqing was concentrating, her tone suddenly disappeared.
end.
The leader of Jimo also lowered his eyebrows in deep thought. It was not an illusion. He must have heard the real human voice just now.
Accompanied by the whispers was a gentle pattering of footsteps, and all the cicadas stopped chirping along the way. Shadows of tall and short figures alternated, strolling out from behind the shadow of the trees. "At this point, the leader has probably arrived at Dongshan... You and I
You might as well hurry up." In the middle of hearing this, the old monk quietly grabbed Qingqing's elbow, silently pulled her back into the room, and blew out the lamp.
I don’t know who taught me not to eavesdrop, Qingqing thought to herself.
There seemed to be some shelter from the wind behind the tree, and the sound of footsteps gradually disappeared. Only three figures stood vaguely in the moonlight. The voices of two of the figures were familiar: one was Master Xihu Que, and the other was Nanlin Li Langzhong.
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The three of them stood for a few moments, talking non-stop, especially Master Que's sinister laughter. Qingqing's heart suddenly broke:
The three figures came towards the ruined temple.
"It's windy and cold tonight. If there's no one here, the doctor might as well take a rest..." Just when the ancient temple door was opened suddenly, a row of stones suddenly jumped out, facing Master Que's twisted face, and struck him impartially.
Go up.
Qingqing's attacks were no longer what they used to be. Master Que suddenly reacted and jumped back, but failed to jump out. Seeing that the sharp pebbles were about to pierce several holes on the bridge of Master Que's nose, Li Wu on the side quickly dodged.
The third man was covered in weeds and wielding a fist as big as Qingqing's head. He blocked the pebbles in front of Master Que's eyes with his bare hands.
Wen Li's guard, Li Zhiyu.
The remaining stone that could not be avoided, Qingqing did not have any free hands, could not stop it from making a series of bloody holes in Zhiyu's body with a few punches. Looking at the heroine's fists, they were already dripping with blood, and the white finger bones were exposed.
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Seeing blood in the darkness, the thin Li Wu suddenly burst out with an astonishing power: "If you dare to hurt my daughter, I will kill you!" After saying that, he opened his mouth wide and roared, moving toward Qing like a wild beast.
Rushing over from Qing's direction.
Qingqing never dreamed that the Rain Girl would rush out to block this move for Master Que from West Lake. Seeing Li Wu rushing forward like crazy, he quickly ducked to the side, only to hear "Boom"
With a loud voice, Mr. Li's head or arm, whether it was his head or his arm, hit firmly against the dusty pillar of the small temple.
When he touched his cuffs, he found that there was no more pebbles left. Qingqing could only stand there with bated breath, waiting for Li Langzhong to go out on his own.
Li Wu didn't seem to have the ability to see at night. He stretched out his arms and kept groping. He was about to trip on the threshold and fall out of the door. Suddenly, he heard Master Que, who had escaped from death, shout: "Mr. Li
, you are going the wrong way, the enemy is behind you!"
Upon hearing this, Li Wu immediately turned around and leaned straight in the direction of Qing Qing in the darkness.
Qingqing could only complain secretly in his heart. Master Que was standing outside the door. The temple was deep and dark, so he must not be able to see the mystery. He thought that he was watching the excitement and did not think it was a big deal, so he turned the doctor into the temple. He heard the uneven shaking.
His footsteps were only a few inches away from him. Qingqing's "Thousand Miles of Clouds" movement suddenly crossed the sharp wind. Li Wu screamed "Ah" and fell to the ground in a blink of an eye.
Not waiting for time, Qingqing ran out of the temple.
Unexpectedly, Qingqing could clearly hear the sounds in the air in the darkness; but he couldn't hear anything about the still objects left and right on the ground. Halfway through, he suddenly felt his feet slipping. It was too late to stand up in a hurry, but it was actually a long
The long scrolls were spread all over the floor, catching Qingqing off guard and causing him to gnaw on the mud.
Qingqing's jaw suddenly twitched, and Qingqing quickly raised his head, only to see a red light flashing in front of his eyes, and a bright iron hook hanging on his neck: "Master just said who it was, it turned out to be the wild champion from Lirong Mountain, who went wild to the Northern Desert.
Got it!"
No matter how much Master Que mocked her, Qing Qing wiped her body flat on the ground and jumped back, waiting for the red hook of the soldering iron to lower, and suddenly stepped aside.
During the trip to the Bayin Club, I had several fights with Master Que, but I always saw a group of roosters and dog thieves standing behind, with all kinds of magic weapons in their hands. Except for Brother Yuechuan, I had never seen Master Que fight with anyone in person.
At this moment, when I saw the red gleaming iron hook, I realized that this person was probably the iron-burning master who nailed horseshoes for the boss.
Master Que missed the target and hit the red hook into the sand in front of the temple with a "bang" sound.
Qingqing felt a wave of heat coming from behind him. When he reached out and touched it, a lot of his hair was burnt, and the soil on the ground also made a "sizzling" sound.
Seeing that the fiery hook did not stop at all, the slippery wind stirred up dust, and he insisted on running for his life without stopping. He panicked and saw Li Zhiyu holding back the pain all over his body and staying in place, gritting his teeth and unable to move even half a step, so he simply tilted his feet.
He crossed a "Lu Duan Rhinoceros" and hid behind Zhiyu's huge body.
Regardless of height or width, the strong female hero is more than twice as tall as Master Que.
Unexpectedly, Master Que saw Zhiyu standing in front of Qingqing, but still didn't stop. He actually pointed the tip of the hook outward, pointed it directly at Zhiyu's belly and stabbed it in.
This turn of events shocked even Qingqing, and Zhi Yugang even blocked Master Que's fatal blow!
If Li Nuxia just stepped aside, Qingqing would not feel much regret in her heart, but seeing the rain firmly blocking the two of them, she would not move even half a step. Helpless, Qingqing took a deep breath and wrapped her arms around the rain.
He hugged his waist and pounced hard——
The rain was like a hill, falling to the ground with a "rumbling".
Amidst the splashing of sand and rocks, it suddenly became Qingqing at the top, the female knight at the bottom, and Master Que's iron hook came straight towards Qingqing's back. It was at this moment that Qingqing felt a little understanding of the rain.
Immovable state of mind:
Even if the two of them were only acquainted, they would be embarrassed to risk their lives and sell the other person to a life-threatening hook.
After hesitating and blinking for a moment, Master Que's red hook of the soldering iron showed no mercy at all, straight towards Qing Qing's heart and struck quickly. There were layers of darkness in the woods, and the lights in the ruined temple suddenly lit up.
Thick silk wind surged in front of him, and the black silk flickered, and he saw the hot hook in Master Que's hand falling to the ground with a clang.