Balian's voice became louder and he looked excited: "Or is it true, as the time rumors say, that you made good friends with your mother to make up for the Sixth Sword!"
Balian clearly felt that the foot on his arm was stiff.
I don't know what kind of time Bailiyu recalled, but a trace of complexity flashed on his handsome and aloof face.
Bailiyu's anger had not receded, and Bailian slowly closed his eyes, ready to face a more painful lesson, when his severed arm suddenly relaxed in severe pain.
Bailiyu loosened his foot.
By the time Balian turned around and looked away, he had already turned around.
Yushu's upright figure stood in front of the crack in the void, with the spiritual sword Shenglong on his waist, and his black and red sword robe calmed down and became quiet in the wind.
Since Bailiyu's back was turned to Bailian at the moment, he couldn't see clearly the expression on his father's face.
The moment before he stepped into the crack in the void and prepared to leave, a vague voice came along the wind:
"Since you have chosen a path to darkness, if you bring evil objects to harm the world in the future, even if you are my son, you will not be easily forgiven!"
The cracks closed and Bailiyu's figure completely disappeared.
Bailian's broken arm was crushed into the dirt, and the pain in his chest made it difficult for him to think clearly at the moment.
He lay on the ground, staring blankly at the white clouds above the sky, until his consciousness was about to blur, and he murmured: "I won't..."
After the battle with the Pig Demon Sect Prime Minister, coupled with the side effects of taking the Baiming Pill, Bai Lian's body looked normal on the outside, but it was already riddled with wounds on the inside.
After last night's treatment, the general's injuries have been suppressed, and he will be fine as long as he recovers slowly in the future.
But after Bailiyu's sudden arrival today, his injuries have become more severe, and even his second-level realm, which he had just broken through, has already begun to show signs of instability and decline.
So much so that Balian slept in Taixuanzong for ten whole days.
The first time he woke up, he stood up suddenly and touched the Suzaku Qiankun bag in his collar. His mind was a little confused after sleeping for ten days.
In a confused state, he suddenly remembered that his father came to Taixuanzong and forced him to surrender his life.
In his sleepy dream, he had nightmares again and again. He dreamed that Shou fell under his father's sword covered in blood, babbling and looking at him with a pair of big blood-red and pitiful eyes. His father raised his sword and killed him coldly, and his soul was gone!
Today, Balian can no longer distinguish between dreams and reality.
With a pale face, he groped randomly in his clothes, ignoring the constant stinging pain on his chest and arms. He groped for a while, only to find the wounds on his chest and bandages, but nothing else.
His face instantly turned pale and he was sweating profusely.
No! No! How could it be gone?
Where is my Suzaku Qiankun bag!
Shou!
Could it be that my father really took it away!
Balian's mind went blank, his face was full of panic, and he didn't even know where he was at the moment.
He forgot to lift the quilt covering his body and left under the bed.
Balian, who was weak in arms and legs, naturally fell hard and made a big noise.
Surprisingly, almost in the next moment, Su Jing broke in through the door. With a tight little black face, he saw Bai Lian lying on the ground in a panic, his breathing stagnant, and he trotted over to help him with a very ugly look on his face.
When Bailian saw Su Jing, he was so excited that his eyes were red.
He hugged Su Jing regardless, as if hugging a life-saving piece of driftwood in a helpless moment.
He tried hard to stand up, and while struggling to get up, he asked hurriedly: "Where is my Qiankun bag! Have you seen my Qiankun bag!"
Su Jing's movement to help him suddenly froze, like a frozen quail, with his hands open and frozen in mid-air.
Her dark eyes were confused and confused, and her voice was stuck, after Balian urged him to ask him several times about the whereabouts of the Qiankun Bag.
She replied stiffly: "What Qiankun bag? I didn't see it."
"I'm going to find my Qiankun bag... I'm going to find my Qiankun bag."
Su Jing looked at Bailian's slightly confused appearance, which was completely different from his usual composure.
She finally felt something was wrong. After frowning slightly, she shouted loudly: "Wen Hanwei! Wen Hanwei!"
A slim figure appeared in the wide open door. She was holding a hot medicine bowl and came into the room in a leisurely manner.
The woman wears a white school robe, a jade-engraved belt with a pattern of blue birds and flying luan, and a simple waist ornament with silver-white snow tassels.
The collar of the coat is embroidered with silver, the sleeves are wide and fluttering, and the outer robe is made of white feather gauze and is embroidered with red thread with the magical pattern of a red lotus rising from the fire. This is exactly the inner robe of Taixuan Sect.
Disciples like Wen Yu who do morning exercises in the mountains do not wear the sect robes with the feather gauze and red lotus pattern.
Obviously, this woman has a very high status in Taixuan Sect.
She slowly came to Bai Lian and Su Jing, and raised her eyebrows in surprise when she saw Su Jing being hugged and not having a seizure, but she didn't say anything.
The woman's hand was as sharp as lightning, and she pulled Balian over very ungently.
The slender arms held Balian's head very powerfully, and poured down the hot and steaming concoction in the bowl.
Balian was choked and coughed repeatedly, and the dark concoction gradually came out, staining the pure white clothes on her chest.
Su Jing watched the steaming bowl of concoction poured into it, frowning again and again, and finally couldn't help but started to say: "It's hot."
Wen Hanwei has a cold look on her face, and she belongs to the kind of woman with an alienated, cold and elegant personality.
She lowered her head and glanced at the boy whose cheeks and lips were burned red. She opened her thin lips slightly and said seriously: "Wen Cong said that the medicine must be drunk while it is hot to be effective."
Su Jing said oh, naively believing it to be true, then reached out and pinched Balian's nose and chin, indicating with her eyes that she should continue to drink.
So with the help of these two people who had never taken care of anyone before, Balian fainted again and fainted.
Medicine Fairy Wen Cong, who had just stepped into the room, saw this scene and his eyelids twitched.
The frightened old man quickly put down the medicine basket and iron hoe behind his back, ran over and picked up Bai Lian who was between them and placed him on the bed.
"I'm still wondering, I mean, this injury that should have been healed and got out of bed in five days is still comatose on the tenth day. It's a life-and-death struggle for both of you to take care of your relationship."
Wen Cong felt Balian's pulse while complaining.
After checking his pulse for a moment, his face darkened again, and then Su Jing said: "He woke up just now. He was so excited that he couldn't stop him from getting out of bed."
Wen Cong looked at his daughter with an ugly expression and said speechlessly:
"Daughter, I asked you to make some medicine for this boy to drink in the morning. There is a licorice called Sangyang. How much did you put in it?"
Wen Hanwei frowned: "I followed your instructions and put in two spoons."
Wen Cong gritted his teeth: "How big of a spoon."
Wen Hanwei said: "Your drinking spoon."
Wen Cong slapped himself on the forehead and said frantically: "How can we compare? I'm talking about a small spoon for weighing medicine. Two spoons are enough. My wine spoon is bigger than your face!
If you take these two spoonfuls, the amount of medicine will be enough to turn you into a fool! This kid is just in a state of confusion, which is already considered good!"
Wen Hanwei was a little unhappy at being scolded, and said seriously with a cold face: "I don't have a big face."
Wen Cong has always had no temper towards his daughter. He waved his hand feebly and said: "Yes, yes...it's my fault that I let you make the medicine. In the future, it's better for me to make the medicine myself. You can help me."
Get a pitcher of cold water and add some ice cubes."
Wen Hanwei had always been taciturn and didn't like to talk and communicate with others. The same was true for her father. She didn't ask what she wanted cold water for. She glanced at Bai Lian who was lying unconscious on the bed and turned around to go.
Su Jing asked bluntly: "What do you want cold water for?"
Wen Cong took out the medicine bag and gave Bailian an injection, and responded without raising his head:
"This kid has eaten too much mulberry grass. The fire and yang energy is too strong. If it is held in the body, it will easily damage the brain. I have to use ice water to force out the excess medicinal properties."
Su Jing said oh, then squatted and leaned on the edge of Bailian's bed, hugged her knees with her hands, and stared into the void without saying a word.
Wen Cong ignored the sect leader's daughter. In his impression, Su Jing had this weird temper since she was a child.
It is extremely rare to be able to say a few words to him today.
Soon, the cold water was ready.
And Balian also woke up from his drowsiness. When he opened his eyes, he saw an old man with a gray beard smiling at him: "Boy, you're awake, how do you feel?"
Unlike the first time when he was so energetic, Bailian felt that his consciousness had been tossed into a mess and he was very tired.
Consciousness is like mud mixed with water. It is extremely difficult to condense and think.
He half-opened his heavy eyelids tiredly and murmured: "The Qiankun Bag...my Qiankun Bag."
Wen Hanwei glanced at him, turned around silently, took out a black Qiankun bag with a red bird pattern embroidered on it from the wardrobe in the room, handed it to Bai Lian, and said in a cold tone: "Here you go."
Balian held the Qiankun bag in his hands, looked at Wen Hanwei gratefully and said, "Thank you."
Wen Cong patted his cheek: "Eh? Eh? Boy, answer my question first. How do you feel now?"
Holding the Qiankun bag, Balian's heart calmed down a bit, and he said: "Well... my body is very tired, so thirsty, and there seems to be a fire burning in my abdomen, which makes my brain hurt..."
Wen Cong glanced at his daughter with a resentful look. This boy was the direct son of the Tianxi Sword Sect. He had never cured anyone to death in thousands of years.
If the doctor killed the sword master's son for the first time, he would probably lose all his dignity.
He quickly helped Bailian up and untied his clothes: "Quick, quick, take off your clothes and get into the cold water. I will prepare some neutralizing herbs for you to bring out the medicinal properties of the mulberry grass... Eh?
Why are you pushing my hand?"
Wen Cong was a little angry when he saw that this boy was not cooperating at all.
Balian tugged on his half-open clothes, looked up at Wen Hanwei, who was watching with an extremely indifferent expression, and said with a wry smile: "Men and women are not allowed to be intimate, so please step aside, girl."
Wen Hanwei glanced at Su Jing and asked calmly: "You won't leave."
Su Jing opened his eyes slightly and asked in confusion: "What?"
"It's nothing." Wen Hanwei said no more, turned and left, not forgetting to secure the door.
Wen Cong chuckled and said, "You have a lot of troubles. My daughter is already two hundred years old and can be your grandma. She looks like you are about the same age as a swaddled baby."
The corners of Balian's mouth twitched. Judging from the girl's appearance, she couldn't be more than twenty years old, but she was already two hundred years old. Then she had at least a cultivation level above the Takumi realm.
As expected, Taixuanzong is worthy of being a talented person.
With Wen Cong's help, Balian took off all his clothes and tied bandages on his chest and arms.
He didn't know what material the bandage was made of, but it was so miraculous that when he sat in the water, it didn't even get half wet, and the wounds were perfectly protected from the cold water.
Maybe it's because the Sangyang herbal medicine in his body is too strong. Baili sat in a cold water tank with pieces of ice and stones under his body. He didn't feel cold at all, but the pain of splitting headaches was also reduced.
a bit.
Medicine Fairy Wen Cong continued to take the silver needles behind him and slowly stuck them on his head one by one. After a few needles, Bai Lian could only speak and could not move.
"The boy was seriously injured, but he actually had the courage to take the Baiming Pill. I heard from Sect Master Su that you killed that Demon Sect disciple with your sword. You are really a fearsome person."
Wen Cong said in a pleasantries that although this boy's strength is not good, his courage is indeed commendable.
Naturally, Su Guanhai would not say that the wounds on his chest and arms were caused by his father, so Wen Cong could only assume that they were caused by the remnants of the Demon Sect.
Balian smiled bitterly: "Thank you for the treatment, senior. May I ask who he is? How do you call him? Where is this place?"
Wen Cong coughed lightly, puffed out his chest, put away the package of silver needles and said:
"My name is Wen Cong. This is the secluded garden at the back of Taixuan Sect. Su Zong thought you were seriously injured and sent you to me for treatment. Don't worry, with me here, your injuries will be nothing to worry about."
After saying that, Wen Cong glanced secretly at Balian's reaction.
Balian did not disappoint him, and he said with a surprised look on his face: "Medicine Immortal Wen Cong? Old sir, are you the legendary thousand-year-old Immortal Medicine Wen Cong?!"
Wen Cong stroked his beard with great satisfaction: "Yes, it's me. Well, let's not talk about it for now. I'm going to prepare medicine for you. You can soak here for a while. Uh... Su Jing, why are you still here?"
Wen Cong looked at Su Jing, who was squatting on the edge of the bed with his knees crossed and not moving a step, with a speechless expression.
Su Jing raised the corners of his eyes, tilted his head to one side, and ignored him.
Wen Cong frowned, and suddenly remembered what Su Guanhai said to him, his eyebrows suddenly relaxed, and a smile appeared on his face:
"Okay, just stay here and take care of this kid. I'm going to prepare the medicine first."
After Wen Cong left, Su Jing slowly got up and moved a small square stool to sit across from Bailian.
She held up her chin and asked, "What does it mean that a man and a woman do not kiss each other?"
There was a silver needle stuck in Balian's body, so he couldn't move or turn his head. Only the dark half of his face could be seen from the corner of his eye.
He held the Qiankun bag tightly in his hand and explained: "It means that there are differences between men and women. Men and women should not move too closely. This is the most basic etiquette.
Do not look at anything that is not polite, do not hear anything that is not polite, and do not say anything that is not polite. Unless the father and wife are intimately connected, men and women will not sit together, use different shackles, wear different scarves, and will not teach in person."
Su Jing was confused by what he heard and didn't understand it at all, so he simply said perfunctorily.
After sitting there bored for a while, she asked again: "Why does your body look different from mine?"
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