Jia Ning was frightened, and was frightened again. When he saw Qing Qing crying inexplicably, he was even more confused. He had to lower his voice: "Qing Qing, when Qi Lang wakes up in the middle of the night, can I ask her to find medicinal materials for you?"
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"Mr. Nan." Qingqing still had tears on her face, but her eyes were raised blankly: "Is that piece of bamboo paper someone trapped in the plum blossom formation and came up the mountain to ask for help?"
Jianing was suddenly startled, thinking that Qingqing had said it himself and had never revealed it to him, so he listened to Qilang's even breathing and said quietly: "This time the Eight Music Meeting, not only did the Four Instruments Sect fail to earn
This sequence has created a lot of new grudges. You impulsively took the life of the head of West Lake. If the head of Linghu learns that you went down the mountain to help enemies, he will be angry..."
Qingqing let out a long breath: "What if I told you that your brother Nan Jiayou was also trapped in the Plum Blossom Array, and he was infected with the poison and had only a few days to live?" Seeing Jianing's eyes suddenly widened in confusion,
Qing Qing then continued: "Even if the young master is now under the apprenticeship of the painter's aunt, can he abandon his old brothers and sisters and pretend that he doesn't know why the bamboo paper comes from?"
Jianing turned his body to one side: "Do you want me to rejoin the sect because of my brother's injustice, so that you can take revenge?"
"Sir, I want to..." Qing Qing gritted her teeth, "I want to steal the antidote medicinal materials and go down the mountain, and then rescue someone I am worried about."
"You're crazy!" Jianing blurted out, "Theft will be punished severely, and you know better than me!"
Qingqing lowered his head and said, "Senior sister Qichuan is ill. You can't go to your master or uncle to ask for it." After saying that, he ignored Jianing and stayed where he was, and went to Qichuan's bed to find some medicine.
The small drawers were all made of old wood, and they would creak when touched slightly. Qingqing had to slow down and pull them out bit by bit.
The first drawer was filled with bottles and cans, all wrapped in withered grass. It was hard to tell what was inside. After turning it over and over, there seemed to be a bottle with green toothed leaves covered with lint, which looked very much like the dandelions commonly seen all over the mountains and plains.
Qingqing quietly held it in his hand and moved the old drawer back inch by inch.
Jianing took a look behind her: "Are you looking for 'Dandelion' or 'Servant Younging'?"
Silently stunned, Qingqing thought to herself, is there a big difference? Before he could reply, Mr. Nan followed her example, lying on the ground, holding his breath, and slowly opened the third drawer next to him. "
Here." Jianing held another small jar in his hand, "This is 'Pu Gong Ying', the 'Pu' who is covered with dust."
Qingqing blinked, regretting that his knowledge of medicinal plants was rough and could not see any difference. Jianing said: "This one in my hand is more sophisticated, not as refreshing as the one in your hand. And - I only have this one on Dongshan Mountain.
Only then."
So Qingqing unfolded the paper in his sleeve and saw that it was indeed a "servant hero" who had been "traveled". Qingqing took the medicine jar from Jianing's hand, mashed several other medicines together, and put it on a small fire
Frying quietly. Jianing leaned over and asked, "How many days are left?"
"Today." Qingqing didn't even raise his head, just looking at the fire under the stove, "Tomorrow morning it will be more dangerous."
Jianing lowered his head and said nothing. The Linghu girl first took out a few leaves from the medicine jar, hesitated for a moment, and then added a handful. It seemed that she was worried that the bitter medicine had a strong smell and did not care about burning her hands.
Qingqing quickly picked up the gauze.
Mr. Nan no longer hesitated, took the vial and filled it, and the two of them went down the mountain silently, one after the other.
Qichuan opened his eyes slightly on the couch and tried to move his body slightly, only to realize that there was something different about his body. Although he did not want to turn his head to the left, he still felt a burst of pain on the side of his shoulder.
Using one arm to prop up his upper body, Qichuan struggled to walk in the direction of Qilang, ignoring the fact that his clothes were all over the bed. "Qilang, Qilang!"
Qilang said in a daze: "Have you finished painting?"
"Wake up!" Almost using all his strength, Qichuan shook Qilang's shoulders with his right arm, "If you don't wake up, you won't be able to stop Qing Qing and Mr. Nan from going down the mountain!"
There was a light rain at night, and the stone steps all the way down the mountain were slippery. Before we reached the foot of the mountain, we saw a towering black figure that seemed to be lying on the ground. When we got closer, we saw that it was Mr. Ruo from West Lake, holding the Yin Yang Sword on the ground.
Sitting in the rain with his head down.
It was dark all around and they couldn't see. Qingqing and Jianing couldn't tell whether their husband was awake or unconscious, so they had to slow down, gasp for air with their mouths wide open, and move left and right, trying to get around the tall black body.
While he was concentrating, a jet-black robe leapt up, and with lightning speed, he slashed a sword beam straight to both sides.
Qingqing was shocked, and jumped back in a few steps. He was no match for this senior, so he had to hold the wooden flute firmly in front of him. The sword blade struck, and a bolt of lightning came from above, hitting the flute in a daze.
superior.
There was a crisp "ding" sound, and the sword's blade flicked open gently.
While he was doubting, Qing Qing had already subconsciously used the move "Peak Falling Stone", pushing the wooden flute forward and hitting the side of the sword not far away. Unexpectedly, Ruo Dong suddenly let go of the long sword, and the Yin Yang Sword was out of control.
The ground flew out.
Holding the wooden flute and standing still in place, Qingqing understood in her heart and couldn't help but sneer secretly:
People who are good at poisoning others will eventually be poisoned to such an extent.
Seeing that Ruo Dong was powerless to fight back, the two men no longer hesitated and rushed into the chaotic crowd, looking for the person they desperately wanted to save.
Men, women and children, foaming at the mouth and with stiff limbs, lay on the ground. Qingqing groped for them one by one in the darkness, most of them unconscious. Just as he was about to lift his legs, his ankles suddenly felt cold: "Sister..."
Looking down, it turned out to be An Yu, with blood on the corners of her mouth, clutching her ankles and the hem of her clothes tightly.
Qingqing was shocked. His throat was choked and he was speechless. He hurriedly bent down, carried Brother Yu on his back, and walked towards the depths of the banyan forest. The sound of rain stopped for a while, and Qingqing laid An Yu flat on his back.
He took out his own small medicine bottle and poured it into An Yu's mouth drop by drop.
An Yu had no energy left in her body. Even if she took a strong drink, she still had to spit out half of it.
Looking at the young man's pale face, Qingqing couldn't help but clenched the dark but rough hand: he must have climbed on the cliff for a day and a night before he could find the way back, and then he could lay countless hands on the calloused palm.
Clear scars.
"I gave you a way to go down the mountain, why didn't you obey..." Unable to stop sobbing secretly, Qingqing lowered her head and started crying, her shoulders shaking uncontrollably, "Why didn't you obey...Brother Yu?"
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A burst of staggering footsteps came from the whimpering cries. If you listen carefully, you can see that the sound is swaying and shaking. Even a young child cannot imagine that this is the internal strength of an extremely skilled person. Qing Qing used
I wiped away the rain and tears with my sleeves without getting up:
"Sir, with this look, I'm afraid it's hard for this junior to suffer the pain of biting poison again, right?"
Ruo Dong stood behind Qing Qing, with his long sword unsheathed and pressed against the back of Qing Qing's neck. The two stood in silence for a moment, and it was Ruo Dong who lowered the hilt of his sword first: "Qing... Young Master Linghu."
Qing Qing didn't answer.
"Do you really have an antidote?"
"Yes." Qing Qing did not deny it. "It's just that most of the people lying on the ground outside are people who have life entanglements with Dongshan. Don't even think about antidotes."
"In this way..." Ruo Dong smiled bitterly, "Then General Xiao Hei, didn't he shoot off half of another young hero's arm?"
Upon hearing this, Qing Qing stood up with a bang, grabbed Mr. Ruo's black robe collar and bumped it against an old banyan tree: "My eldest brother's matter has not been settled yet; now if Mr. Ruo wants to deal with Yu again,
No matter what your plans are, don’t blame the juniors for doing everything!"
Ruo Dong's body was paralyzed, unable to exert any strength in his body: "Qing Qing, let Dong risk his life to beg you..."
Qingqing loosened his hand slightly: "I would rather watch others die, and I don't have any extra antidote to waste on them."
There was no more sound coming from behind.
Ruo Dong seemed to stand on the spot, neither speaking nor coming forward. He just waited for Qing Qing to soften a little beside An Yu, and then breathed out slightly: "Let Xu Dong use his own life to ask for some antidote, even if
Just to revive a few elders and disciples... Qingqing, think about it, if the head of Linghu blames you, it would be worth it to exchange Dong's head..."
Ruo Dong was out of breath after speaking a few words, but Qingqing couldn't help but tighten her grip on the medicine bottle in her hand.
I went down the mountain without permission and didn't think about erasing the traces. I'll be severely punished by my master when it comes to dawn, right? Or maybe among the half-living people lying in the crowd, there are the familiar Jing Ming and An Ge.
"Don't you want to watch your enemy die?" Ruodong suddenly used his last strength and laughed up to the sky, "Come on! Let sir have a taste of the white jade flute!"
Qingqing glanced at An Yu beside her. Although her eyes were still closed, her breathing was much more even in the rain. I don't know if it was an illusion or something, but Qingqing only felt that Yu's brother was holding the hand on the corner of her clothes and clenched it tighter.
A little more.
The sound of rain gradually grew stronger, pouring down, crackling at the dead branches and old leaves in the autumn wind.
Qingqing put the small medicine bottle into An Yu's hand and stood up to leave. Then he suddenly remembered something and took out a warm firework from his sleeve. This was the day and night since the day he left Wuming Valley.
Carry your belongings with you at night.
Putting the fireworks into Brother Yu's sleeves, Qingqing whispered in his ear: "Stop worrying me, my sister can find you all the time." After that, she ignored Mr. Ruo who was laughing crazily.
, without looking back, walked out of the banyan forest alone.
"Brother You..." Jianing on the other side said in a deep voice, and there was no sound of crying in his tone.
"Traitor!" Jiayou seemed to have regained consciousness under the influence of the antidote, and actually had the strength to spit out a few words, "Take it away, I don't need you to pity... You, you have never had this brother!"
Second Young Master Nan sighed, forced the antidote into his brother's hand, shook it hard, and then stood up.
I happened to see Qing Qing standing in the distance. The two looked at each other and couldn't help but smile bitterly.