Yun Yi looked at the Red Sky Sword in the wooden box, and a complicated feeling suddenly filled his heart.
What the hell is going on?
Unfortunately, my parents can't be found now, and everything has become a mystery.
Su Muqiu approached Yun Yi and looked at the Red Sky Sword in the wooden box.
She said in surprise: "Isn't this the Red Sky Sword that Xin Daowu said? Yun Yi, your parents really have such a Red Sky Sword!"
Yun Yi frowned and said nothing.
He just looked at the Scarlet Sky Sword, and it was really hard to accept the sudden appearance of the Scarlet Sky Sword.
"Hey, why did it suddenly get hot?"
Bai Yiheng frowned and said: "The autumn tiger's remaining power is still there!"
Yun Yi smiled faintly and did not explain.
The temperature in the room suddenly increased. Naturally, it was not because of the hot weather, but because the heat was released from the Red Sky Sword.
Moreover, Yun Yi also discovered something, that is, there was a strong murderous aura on the Red Sky Sword.
"The murderous intent is so strong!"
At this time, even the dead monk couldn't help but exclaimed: "The poor monk has killed countless evildoers, and the murderous aura on his body is already extremely strong. I didn't expect that the murderous aura of the Scarlet Sky Sword is many times more intense than the murderous aura on the poor monk. This is killing
How many lives have to be killed before the murderous intention is brewed?"
Yun Yi nodded, and he could tell just from the breath that this Red Sky Sword was not simple.
"Here is another letter."
Su Muqiu pointed to the lid of the wooden box and said.
Only then did Yun Yi find a letter on the lid of the wooden box. After he took out the letter, there was also a thin thread-bound book inside. On the page were the four words "Flying Star Sword Technique"
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Open the envelope and take out the letter.
Yun Yi was full of doubts, thinking that the letter left by his parents might give him an answer to his doubts, but when he saw the content in the letter, he almost vomited blood.
The letter paper is not big and contains not much content.
The letter simply said "Three years to return, cherish it."
"Are you sure it's biological?"
Su Muqiu asked. She actually didn't want to attack Yun Yi, but the content of the letter seemed to explain everything.
This couple will go away for three years, but they still leave the words "treasure and treasure" behind. What kind of operation is this?
Even Yun Yi couldn't laugh or cry and said, "Originally, I believed in my parents, but now, like you, I have doubts about it."
Everyone looked embarrassed.
At this time, Bai Yiheng looked at Monk Dead Leaf and said to Yun Yi: "Xiao Yi, what's going on with your friend?"
Yun Yi said: "Uncle Bai, he was injured in the mountains. I brought him to your clinic specially to treat the wound."
"Oh, let him come in quickly!"
When everyone entered the clinic, Yun Yi said: "Uncle Bai, I came to see you this late at night. It's not the time for your consultation. Why don't you go back to sleep? I can just help my friend with his wound."
"OK!"
Bai Yiheng yawned and said with a smile: "To be honest, I didn't expect that there would be so many patients in the rural clinic. The people in your village praised your father very much."
"Now that your father has retired, the patients also trust me. There are nearly 80 patients who come to see me during the day."
"So, I'm quite tired."
"I remember Xiao Yi, you are also a medical student, so I will leave this place to you and I will go back to sleep."
Yun Yi nodded and said, "Okay, thank you, Uncle Bai."
When Bai Yiheng went back to sleep, Yun Yi began to treat the wounds of Monk Dead Leaf.
And when Yun Yi opened the clothes of the dead leaf monk, he was stunned for a moment, but he saw that the wound that had penetrated the body that was the most seriously injured had already scabbed. Isn't the degree of healing so scary?
Monk Dead Leaf smiled lightly and said: "Donor Yun, my body is special and has the ability to heal quickly. Such wounds will disappear in two or three days."
"I'm just seriously injured internally, can you help me treat it?"
Yun Yi put his hand on the radial artery of Monk Dead Leaf's wrist. After a while, he suddenly turned pale with shock and said: "Master, you have internal injuries..."
"Is it serious?"
The dead leaf monk smiled faintly.
Yun Yi paused and said: "The breath is extremely disordered, and seven of the eight internal meridians are broken. If you weren't alive in front of me now, with such a pulse condition, I would even doubt whether you were a dead person." People."
Monk Dead Leaf still smiled and said: "I still have some things to do, so I won't die."
Yun Yi frowned, not knowing what to say for a moment.
Then, he said to Monk Dead Leaf: "Master, the only thing I can do now is to use a set of tribulation-transmitting needles for you. Your situation is irreversible even by Daluo Jinxian, so this tribulation-transmitting needle can only I’ll protect you for three days.”
"Three days is enough."
Monk Ku Ye smiled and said: "Is your acupuncture called the Tribulation Acupuncture? Very good, this is to save me from the last calamity."
Yun Yi paused. Faced with Monk Dead Leaf's mentality, he felt that he was speechless.
Monk Dead Leaf lay down, thought for a while, and then said: "By the way, Donor Yun, can I ask you a favor?"
"Master, tell me."
The dead leaf monk touched the head of the lotus beside him and said: "Help me take care of the lotus."
"good."
Yun Yi nodded in agreement.
This kind of entrustment is creating a big trouble for himself, and Yun Yi knows that he shouldn't agree to it.
But for some reason, when Monk Dead Leaf made such a request, Yun Yi agreed without hesitation.
Monk Dead Leaf smiled again and said, "I should have known you earlier."
"It's not too late to get to know each other now."
Yun Yi still answered like this.
The two looked at each other and smiled, then Monk Dead Leaf closed his eyes and said, "Donor Yun, you can give the acupuncture now."
Then, Yun Yi administered a set of tribulation-transmitting needles to Monk Ku Ye. When this set of tribulation-transmitting needles came down, Yun Yi became dizzy and almost fainted.
Su Muqiu hurriedly came over to support Yun Yi and asked, "Yun Yi, are you okay?"
"It's okay. If you support me, I feel full of motivation."
"Why?"
"Because senior sister, you give me a very stable feeling, like my spiritual power, supporting me."
"Pfft~~"
Su Muqiu's face suddenly turned red again. There seemed to be nothing wrong with Yun Yi's words, but to Su Muqiu's ears, she felt that Yun Yi was talking about how big she was.
This gangster!
Yun Yi forced a smile, but now he had no energy to continue teasing Su Muqiu.
Monk Guye stood up, clasped his hands to Yun Yi, and said: "Donor Yun, thank you, the medical fee..."
"Master, don't worry, I don't charge any fees for consultation."
"Do you think this poor monk doesn't have medical expenses?"
Yun Yi paused, but he didn't mean to look down on Monk Gu Ye, but Monk Gu Ye smiled faintly, took out a wooden box and put it in Yun Yi's hand, saying: "This is my medical fee, Liansheng, let's go. "
Then, Monk Dead Leaf took Liansheng away.
Yun Yi opened the wooden box, and a strong medicinal fragrance hit his face.
"Heart-cleansing pill?"
Yun Yi froze on the spot. As someone who inherited the memory of Medicine King Su Xingchen, he knew the Heart-Cleaning Pill very well. For him, this was a timely help.