"Wow..." Xiaolan suddenly felt a sense of respect, "Are you better than Uncle Luo? Are you better than Grandpa Qiao on the fifth day of the night?"
Luo Jiutian hesitated at the side and said "Uh--", but he glanced sideways at his father and saw that Lao Luo looked serious, so he swallowed back what he wanted to say and only scratched his face in embarrassment.
little stubble.
"Isn't it that Qiao Moqin is almost a demigod? If he is stronger than him... wouldn't he be almost the same as Wu Ren?" Qin Yin said.
"If the legend is true," Lao Luo said, "then a thought does have power comparable to that of a real god."
"On a thought..." the Taoist priest said, "Is this the name of the last sect?"
"Yi Nian is not the last sect," Lao Luo said seriously. "Yi Nian ranks first among the nine sects and is the core of the General Assembly."
Everyone unconsciously sat upright.
"So... what are their abilities?" Xiaolan felt that her imagination couldn't keep up with Lao Luo's description, "I can't imagine it at all..."
"The power of Yi Nian does not come from the abilities of the members," Lao Luo finally stopped bragging and formally introduced the power of this "head of the nine factions and the core of the association", "but it is a legend."
"legend?"
"Yes," Lao Luo said word by word, "Their strength comes from a legendary treasure - a book."
"A book?" It was indeed beyond Xiaolan's expectation. "What book is so powerful? A martial arts secret book?"
"No," Lao Luo turned into a storyteller, shaking his neck and said, "That is a blank book. According to legend, that book records everyone's life, and only one person can read it.
A person's ability is to tamper with life through that book."
"Tampering with life?!" The crowd was in an uproar, "Is this okay? How could Wu Ren and Lao Mu allow this to happen? This... this is going against heaven!"
"Of course," Lao Luo suddenly changed the topic and his smile became gentle, "This is just a legend. In fact, no one from other sects has seen the book, and the Yi Nian people have always been silent about it.
Talk about it, but the legend itself is already enough of a deterrent."
Xiaolan nodded in understanding.
"Wait a minute," Qin Yin raised his hand and made a pause gesture, "In other words, although you nine factions unanimously agree that Yi Nian is the strongest, in fact, none of you have ever seen Yi Nian actually use that
A treasure, right?"
Qin Yin seemed to have discovered a blind spot.
If it is a treasure that only exists in legends...can it be understood that it does not actually exist?
Lao Luo thought for a while and said, "You can say that."
"If it can really tamper with life, it is indeed very powerful," the fool also murmured, "Besides, does Yi Nianren have other abilities?"
Lao Luo thought this was funny, "If they have other abilities, they would be too powerful... No, Yi Nian people have no other abilities."
Eh?
there is none left?
Isn't that just...a group of ordinary people?
Xiaolan suddenly felt a little disillusioned. She looked at the expressions of others and it seemed that everyone had the same idea.
She has always had many fantasies about this faction starting with "one".
But I didn't expect that this is the strongest faction living in legend.
"What's wrong?" Lao Luo glanced at them dissatisfied, "You seem to be surprised."
"No, no..." Xiaolan waved her hands with a fake smile.
Not only surprised, but also embarrassed.
"Actually, what my father said was not complete," Luo Jiutian, who had been quiet for a long time, finally spoke, "Yinian people have a special ability - their ability to make money is particularly strong."
"make money?"
Wonderful words appeared.
"They are good at doing business and making money, so Yi Nian people are very rich," said Luo Jiutian. "Most of the funds for the association's activities are provided by Yi Nian. Yi Nian will also provide financial support to other factions, which is the legendary Jin
Father Lord, so people from other factions respect Yi Nian Ren, and it is recognized that Yi Nian is the boss of the nine factions..."
Did he become the boss because he was rich?
However, as a poor person, Xiaolan felt that this logic was indeed irrefutable.
If anyone is willing to keep giving me money, I am willing to call him boss.
"What nonsense are you talking about?" Lao Luo glared at Luo Jiutian and sighed with hatred, "You young people don't respect legends anymore..."
"No disrespect, Dad, I'm just kidding you." Luo Jiutian immediately approached with a playful smile.
"You kid, stop coming!"
"father……"
The father and son started a boring quarrel again, and everyone laughed and watched the fun.
But this rare peace did not last long.
Baomu was grinning and grinning when suddenly, an unknown smell floated into his nose.
Baomu's smile changed color instantly. He sat up straight suddenly, but still couldn't sit still. Then he stood up again, and the phone in his hand fell to the ground with a clatter.
Everyone was shocked.
"Baomu," Qin Yin looked at him blankly, "What's wrong with you?"
"The smell of blood," Baomu's fingers trembled, "the smell of blood is approaching..."
Everyone stood up.
"What do you mean? Whose blood smells?" The fool's tone suddenly became serious, "Enemy?"
"It's not an enemy..." Baomu muttered to himself, "It's a familiar person...he's at the door!"
As soon as he finished speaking, there was a loud and rapid knock on the door.
After that, the person outside the door spoke.
"Open the door quickly! It's me!"
"It seems...Li Muyuan." The fool said.
Qin Yin quickly ran to open the door. As soon as the door opened, they first heard Qin Yin gasping heavily.
"What's going on?"
"There's no time to explain," Li Muyuan spoke very quickly and hurried into the room, "Get out of the way!"
Only then did Xiaolan see that Li Muyuan was carrying something vague on his back. Li Muyuan was soaked with sweat. He walked to the other bed with trembling legs. The person sitting next to the bed had already given way.
On the side, Li Muyuan took a long breath and carefully placed the thing behind him on the bed.
"Oh my god, this is..."
That blurry figure turned out to be Xiao Miaozhen!
Xiao Miaozhen's eyes were tightly closed, her lips were slightly open, and her chest was heaving violently, but her nasal cavity seemed to be filled with air out and no air in. More importantly, the outline of Miaozhen's figure was not clear, as if
There was a faint glowing shadow lingering around her body. Upon closer inspection, Miao Zhen's entire body had a translucent and unreal feeling, as if it was projected by some kind of virtual reality technology.
Xiaolan has seen Miaozhen like this before. This is the Miaozhen projected by the Tianpei on the fifth watch day.
"Is this Miaozhen's shadow?" Xiaolan asked naturally.
Li Muyuan glanced at Xiaolan with complicated eyes, "No, this is Miaozhen."
"How is that possible?" Qin Yin also started to sweat, but she was sweating coldly. "How could a person be like this?"
"This is Miaozhen, the only real Miaozhen," Li Muyuan sat on the edge of the bed, adjusted his breathing hard, and put his fingers on Miaozhen's wrist, "He is injured, very seriously."
I don't know who gasped again.
"Who hurt Miaozhen?" the Taoist priest asked.
Li Muyuan shook his head, "I don't know. When I found Miaozhen, he was already like this."
"But he was fine not long ago..." Qin Yin said.
Xiaolan looked at Miaozhen's appearance and felt inexplicably scared for some reason.
"Miaozhen isn't in any danger, is he?" Xiaolan's voice was weak, "It looks very serious."
"It's very serious." Li Muyuan closed his eyes and began to formally take Miaozhen's pulse, "Miaozhen's body has begun to change."
"The spiritual tide is turning?" Xiaolan's scalp felt a little numb, "It means..."
"It means," Li Muyuan said quietly, "Miao Zhen is dying."
Deathly paleness first enveloped the faces of everyone present.
"What..." Qin Yin seemed to be talking in his sleep, "Are you kidding...this is so wonderful..."
Luo Jiutian cast a look at Lao Luo as if asking for help. Lao Luo's pupils were also trembling. He didn't speak, but everyone's hearts froze when they looked at him.
Will Miaozhen die?
Xiaolan held her hands and stood motionless, feeling powerless and scared.
"Then...then can you stop Miaozhen's spiritual tide from turning?" Xiaolan said, "Can you save him?"
"I said, there is no word for resuscitation. People are dead when they die. The dead cannot be resurrected." Li Muyuan's tone was filled with anger. He squinted at Xiaolan and said, "Miaozhen is not dead yet."
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After saying that, he closed his eyes again and continued to take pulse.
Xiaolan's stiff back rattled twice, and she was able to move.
"Then can you not let Miaozhen die?"
Everyone cast desperate glances at Li Muyuan.
Please...
The little Miaozhen was lying on the bed. His thin body could only fill one-fifth of the big bed. His eyes were closed and his whole body was shaking. He looked like just a poor child.
Save him.
Li Muyuan suddenly opened his eyes, withdrew his right hand from Qingmai, turned his head, and said sonorously, "I can."
The comforting power brought by these two words was so powerful that everyone present felt like people who had been rescued from hell, and the color returned to their faces.
But they were also very surprised.
Of course, Lao Luo was more surprised than them.
"I can..." Li Muyuan repeated again, "But the premise is that I must find the place where Miaozhen was injured."
"The injured place...the injured place..." Xiaolan said incoherently, "Is this difficult to find? Can we help? We..."
"My pulse technique cannot distinguish his injuries. The person who injured Miaozhen must be very familiar with Shuangqin's pulse technique. Miaozhen's body is now in a very strange state. From the outside, there are no scars.
Judging from the pulse, the wound cannot be found. The doctor must prescribe the right medicine, especially for Miaozhen, who is in such an urgent situation. Therefore, if Miaozhen's injury cannot be found, even if I have a way to save him, I can't find it.
Nothing can be done."
Luo Jiutian quietly tugged on Lao Luo's sleeve and said softly, "Dad..."
Lao Luo shook his head and pursed his lips, but he still stepped forward, lowered his body, and looked at Miaozhen.
Miaozhen's body gradually became transparent.
Ring ring ring…
In the distance, a misty bell sounded, and everyone except Li Muyuan heard it. Everyone followed the sound and saw a white spiritual flag slowly emerging from the void.
The spiritual flag moved automatically without wind and stopped at Lingluo's hand.
Lingluo's eyes were filled with apologies. She held the spirit flag and said sadly, "It's a pity..."
"No!" Qin Yin cried out, "Miaozhen is not dead yet! We can definitely save him! Didn't Li Muyuan say he can be saved?...Isn't it just a wound? Isn't the wound difficult to find? We can
turn up!……"
Xiaolan's nose and eyes began to feel sore.
Li Muyuan thought Qin Yin's emotions had collapsed. He bit his lower lip and clenched his fists tightly, filtering his experiences over and over again in his mind.
"Muyuan..." The Taoist priest squatting beside the bed suddenly spoke, his voice still so calm, "You just said that Miaozhen didn't have any wounds on his body, right?"
Li Muyuan nodded lightly.
"Baomu," the Taoist priest looked up at Baomu, "but you just said that you smelled blood."
"Yes," Baomu said, "I can smell it even now."
"Are you referring to Miaozhen?"
"Of course," Baomu seemed to begin to understand what the Taoist priest meant, "Miaozhen's body has been exuding the smell of blood."
"But if Miao Zhen has no wounds," the Taoist priest said, "where did the smell of blood come from?"
Xiaolan quickly said, "Brother Baomu, we can't even smell blood."
"Only you can smell it," the fool also said, "Baomu! You will definitely find the wounds on his body! Hurry!"
Li Muyuan quickly moved out of the way, and everyone pushed Baomu up.
Baomu came close to Miaozhen, smelled it, frowned and said, "The smell of blood on his body is very uniform, it seems that he can't distinguish..."
"Then you get closer and smell it," Qin Yin was so anxious that he almost jumped up, "You lie on Miaozhen and smell it, or we'll take off his clothes..."
"Hush -" the Taoist Master stopped Qin Yin, "Baomu has already started, give him some time."
Baomu leaned over Miaozhen's body, with layers of cold sweat on his forehead. The air was filled with a cold smell, and the only sounds around him were the breathing of people and the sound of bells as the spiritual flags swayed.
Feel...
Baomu stared at every inch of Miaozhen's body and smelled every piece of Miaozhen's skin.
Not only smell, but also see and listen...
Baomu, you've done it before.
You have it.
Your abilities can also be used here.
Yours, the circle of knowledge.
Suddenly, a circle of bright yellow beams of light rose up around Baomu. The circle of light surrounded Baomu and Miaozhen in the center. Tiny light dust floated in the beam, and those light dusts poured into Baomu's facial features.
He brought a new feeling.
A clearer feeling.
The wonderful truth in front of me seems to be no longer wonderful, but has become a world.