Master Qing Leng interprets it with his own body

Before he had time to think about it, he immediately poured the spiritual power of the blue inner alchemy in his dantian into the furnace.Seeing that the fire had been revived again, he breathed a sigh of relief.

With the loss of dantian wood's spiritual power, he began to feel dizzy and weak.When the cyan inner alchemy in the dantian was exhausted, a mouthful of blood spurted out, and the dantian felt severe pain as if being inserted and stirred by a long sword.

He casually looked inside, and found that the remaining silver-white spiritual power in Dantian seemed to be out of control, running around in the small space.Ignoring these things, he played a set of formulas to squeeze out the wood spirit energy in the meridians and put them all into the stove.

A strange fragrance suddenly wafted from the cauldron, a golden bead rose slowly, and faint spiritual power flowed around the bead.

Shen Yan hurriedly stood up and wanted to take it, but her legs softened and she knelt down.He propped himself on the ground and wanted to stand up again, but he couldn't stand up because of abdominal pain and general weakness, so he had to crawl to the edge of the tripod, trying to stand up with one of his legs to get the elixir.

The hot metal hit the palm of the hand, making a crackling sound, the flesh was scorched, and blood dripped down the wrist.Without realizing it, he supported the tripod body and straightened his waist. When he was about to touch the elixir, he realized that the palm of his hand was bloody and bloody.

He frowned, fearing that the effect of the elixir being stained with blood would be affected, so he wrapped his palms with his sleeves a few times before removing the suspended elixir.

Relying on the remaining strength to crawl back to the bed, he knelt down on the edge of the bed, pushed the elixir into Han Han's mouth, lightly tapped Han Han's jaw, and let the elixir slide down his throat.

Before losing consciousness, Shen Yan thought that if the master didn't wake up again, he would immediately destroy his dantian and follow the master.

"Master, you are so cruel, you just left me like this..." He murmured, falling into endless darkness.

When Han Han woke up, he first smelled a lot of chaotic smells.There was a strong smell of blood, bitter herbs, and something burnt.

He frowned, remembering that when he was fighting someone, although he had made perfect preparations, he was still bombarded by the opponent's majestic spiritual power to the point where his whole body was injured, and the Nascent Soul's spiritual core was even ruptured on the spot.

When he escaped, his sea of ​​consciousness was already in chaos, and only his face was remembered in his mind.So he exhausted his last sliver of spiritual power and returned to Cuizhufeng by flying boat, wanting to take a last look.

Now, is he still alive?

He finally came back to his senses, sat up abruptly, turned his head and saw a pure white fox crawling on the ground beside the bed!

Triangular flesh-pink ears, two fluffy tails丨Yan'er!

He rushed forward, but forgot that he was still on the bed, and fell to the ground with a slap. The violent vibration made his throat tighten and he spit out a mouthful of blood.

Regardless of the severe pain all over his body, he moved forward a few inches and reached out to touch the motionless white fox with its eyes closed.

Covering the body of the white fox with his palm, he felt the faint breathing ups and downs under the long fur, and the smooth flow of spiritual power, so Hanhan heaved a sigh of relief.

With the touch of the palm, a red blood stain was left on the fur of the white fox, like a piece of rouge sprinkled on the white snow.

Not wanting to stain the beautiful and clean fur of the little apprentice, he withdrew his hand and leaned on the bed frame to look around.

In the small alchemy room, there were a lot of porcelain bottles for pills and wooden boxes for herbs piled up on the floor.In addition to the stove that the little apprentice usually uses for alchemy, there is also a large purple cauldron. A pill stove grows out of the tripod. It is a style that has never been seen before, but there is a fire essence dancing in the stove. Everything.

The torn clothes were padded under the little apprentice's body, and the bamboo plaque that was usually worn around his neck fell not far from him.The storage ring is near his front paw and has obvious blood stains on it.

Han Han frowned, and followed the bloodstains on the ring to see the little apprentice's two front paws.He moved over and raised one of his front paws lightly, only to see that the flesh pad on the palm looked scorched, the red meat turned out, and the black scorched marks were messy and dense.

The heart contracted violently, a mouthful of blood came up, Han Han bit it between his teeth, and swallowed it back.

He took out Lengxiang Yuji ointment from the storage bracelet, applied the ointment to the little apprentice's two front paws very gently, and wrapped it with a handkerchief.During the process, the white fox seemed to feel pain and flinched, but soon stopped moving.

After bandaging the little apprentice, he regained consciousness, and found that his whole body was in pain like a loose frame. The little apprentice might have given the hemostatic elixir, and the wound had stopped bleeding. On the body.

The spiritual power of the meridian dantian is so thin that there is almost no repair, and the repair of the Nascent Soul's core is not complete. Only the outside of the core is restored to its original appearance, and there are still some cracks inside.

But it was enough, I didn't expect him to get his life back.

If he remembered correctly, Yan Er once chose a kind of elixir called Da Huan Dan in the Jin elixir competition 11 years ago, but that kind of top-quality elixir cannot be refined without Yuan Ying's cultivation.

Thinking of this, he raised his eyes and looked at the strange-looking cauldron. Could it be that Yan'er leapfrogged the alchemy and excessively extracted the spiritual energy in her body, which caused the spiritual energy to run disorderly, so she showed her real body?

It turned out that the little apprentice had the blood of the Nine-Tailed Fox family—and only then did Han Han take a closer look at his real body.

He has a strong body, even if he is curled up on his stomach, he can see the smooth and beautiful lines of his back muscles. His back is broad, his waist is tight and his limbs are tight. His fur is white and shiny. Except for a small piece of blood smeared just now, there is no trace of it. flaw.

With a slender face, two long eyeliners flying upwards, a round nose, like a black grape, and two beautiful pink ears, one can imagine what he would be like if he opened his eyes cute and playful.

Yan Han couldn't help but wanted to touch the little apprentice's ears, but his hands were covered with blood.He had no choice but to find a bottle of spirit elixir provided by the door for Elder Yuan Ying, swallowed one by one, and meditated patiently to recover some spiritual power, and then took off the black tights on his body and put them away.

There were many flesh and blood turned out on the exposed skin. When the clothes were undressed, the coagulated blood clots were pulled, and some places began to bleed again.

Without batting an eye, he cast a cleansing spell, treated the wound hastily, and checked again and again that his hands were completely clean, before he went to put his arms around the white fox's waist, and put his head on his back.

The little apprentice's body temperature was very warm, and his soft fur made him drowsy.It was only now that Han Han regained all his senses. Extreme fatigue and faint pain hit him, and his eyelids gradually couldn't hold up and drooped down.

Unexpectedly, I still have such a blessing. It's great to be able to hug my Yan'er again.

Before falling asleep, he sighed like this.

It seemed like a long time, and it seemed like only an hour or two later, when the vibration of spiritual power came from Han Han's storage bracelet, which woke him up.

He straightened up, looked at the little apprentice first, and saw that he was still half asleep, so he walked to the side of the stone room and took out the sound transmission talisman that kept vibrating in the bracelet.

Gu Qing's anxious voice came out: "Master, someone from Chongyang Peak said that Rong's family in Dongzhou Dalu will be here in the afternoon, please go to Chongyang Peak to meet him. It is already noon, where are you, can you come back in time?" ?”

Han Han didn't want to talk, so he just replied a message: "The teacher will be there on time."

His expression calmed down, he first arched his body and hugged the heavy white fox to the bed, then sat on the edge of the bed, stroking the thick and delicate fur one after another.

The wounds on his body are still hurting, and his head is hurting. These pains used to be commonplace for him. What is difficult is not the physical pain, but the hatred and pain in his heart.

Rong Shengfei is worthy of being a once-in-a-thousand-year cultivation genius in Dongzhou Continent. He advanced to the stage of becoming a god at the age of [-], which many people dare not even dream of.It's a pity that she loves to bully men and women, and her methods are low, and she kills people and families at every turn.

He was well aware of the terrifying power of the cultivator of the God Transformation, and after so many years of preparation, he finally waited until the time when Rong Shengfei's side was the weakest.He originally thought that even if he couldn't kill the opponent, he could seriously injure him, but he didn't expect that the opponent had entered the Spirit Transformation for more than 100 years, and his cultivation base was much higher than he expected.

With all his strength, he almost died, but only left a few harmless sword wounds on the opponent.

He thinks that such an adventure is worthy of his parents, sister and servants who died tragically, but how can he be worthy of Yan'er?

He shouldn't be coveting Yan'er for the last time, the best ending is to find a deserted cave and wait for death slowly.He is covered in blood and his Nascent Soul bursts into pieces, how much harm should it do to Yan'er?

May I ask, who can bear the Taoist companion to die silently?He is really too selfish, coveting Yan'er's warmth, but he can't accompany him wholeheartedly for the rest of his life.

The more Han Han thought about it, the more guilty he felt, the hands resting on the white fox's back trembled, his shoulders trembled, and the tip of his nose felt sore.

He didn't let himself immerse himself in self-blame and grief for too long, and he had to see Rong Shengfei in the afternoon. He had to pretend that he had nothing to do with yesterday's assassination, so as not to implicate Yujianmen.

He got up and put the sundries and bamboo tokens on the ground into the little apprentice's ring one by one, put them in his storage bracelet, and kissed the white fox lightly on the forehead.

Push the door and go out, and added several layers of restraint outside the stone room, then took the path from the back mountain to the top of the green bamboo peak, quietly returned to the bedroom, took some pills, and meditated for a while to restore spiritual power.

Before Shen time in the afternoon, he went to Chongyang Peak.In order to hold the Huashen Ancestor Gathering, Yujianmen has been redecorated, and the bright flags fluttering in the wind hurt his eyes.

The head of Yujianmen and several elders stood in front of the hall, waiting for the elite disciples to welcome Rong Shengfei from the mountain gate.

Han Han walked over and greeted them lightly.

Ling Hongzhi smiled and said: "Elder Li, Master Wang is inside, you go and pay a visit."

Han Han nodded and entered the hall first.

Wang Yiyun, the God Transformation Ancestor of Lanyue Peak, was sitting on the main seat. When he saw Han Han, he beckoned him to pass.

"Are you..." Wang Yiyun frowned, his long snow-white beard curled up, "Have you suffered an internal injury?"

Han Han clenched his fists. Although he looked fine on the surface, the fluctuations in his inner spiritual power still had no way to escape in front of Senior Huashen, so he could only lower his eyes and not speak.

Wang Yiyun rolled his eyes, remembered something, looked deeply at Han Han, and said, "Come on."

Yan Han walked over, and was pinched by the other party's wrist, and the spiritual power came continuously, which surprised him: "Senior Wang! You don't have to do this!"

Wang Yiyun raised his eyes and looked over, and said calmly: "You have been in Yujianmen for more than 100 years, and I have already regarded you as my junior.