Iceberg beauty lifts her head

The figure of the person suddenly froze, and a dark scarlet red splashed from the eyes.

Feng Chengyu coughed up a mouthful of blood.

He clutched his chest, leaned on the door frame and bent down feebly, the sticky dark red blood dyed his already bright red sleeves into deep red.

"Feng Chengyu!"

A burst of strength came from nowhere, and Yao Qiyun backhanded him up. At this time, Feng Chengyu's sudden vomiting of blood obviously made him forget for a while that he had just recovered from a serious injury, and his limp limbs could not use much force, but he still mobilized his whole body With a trace of strength that had just recovered, he dragged and moved him to the bed, adding a sentence in his mouth:

"stand up."

"Cough... I was supposed to take care of you, but I didn't expect to make you suffer..."

Feng Chengyu raised his palm, looking helplessly at the blood sticking to the back of his palm, but the moment he was about to wipe the corner of his mouth, his elbow fell limply.

Yao Qiyun stared at him in a coma and put him on the bed.

The noble young master's complexion was pale, with streaks of blood occasionally oozing from his bloodless lips, lining his cold white skin without any brilliance, adding a bit of fatality.

These symptoms are clearly caused by deep internal injuries, but except for the few days when I was in a coma, I have been staying with myself all the time, and I have never fought directly with anyone. How could there be such serious internal injuries?

Subconsciously pursed his lips, Yao Qiyun took off his scarlet shirt, started from the back and neck, and followed the veins along the way with his fingers to check, only to find that his Ren Du Ermai was exactly as he said before, every place The key acupoints of the Qijing have been destroyed in sevens and eighties, and there is no possibility of being repaired.

And this time he vomited blood and fell into a coma because there were other internal forces accumulated and stagnant in his body that had not completely dissipated, probably due to the recent overwork, which finally gathered at an accelerated rate on his heart veins, causing a second injury to him.

For the rest of Feng Chengyu's life, he was afraid that he would become a weak man who couldn't lift his shoulders or hands.

After coming to such a sad news-like conclusion, Yao Qiyun frowned and gently put his clothes back on.

He didn't put on the usual colorful crimson clothes, only the fine-grained silk undergarment was pure and elegant, and Feng Chengyu lay quietly in the white bed curtain, the light gauze curtain fluttering like blue waves in the breeze Yoyo, he fell asleep, but he no longer had the vigor and vitality of the past.

Yao Qiyun looked at him with inexplicable pity and sympathy in his eyes.

Such a serious injury, even the famous doctor of Yaoshen Valley, can't save it.

Such a cruel foregone conclusion is not acceptable to ordinary people, right?

After thinking about it for a long time, another violent cough came from his ears. Feng Chengyu's body trembled violently due to the damaged heart, and even the thin quilt covering his body was shaken off. Yao Qiyun was really uncomfortable seeing him. , Busily pressing down on his back, urging in the little remaining internal energy to protect his weakening heart, so as not to threaten his life from the attacking Qi and blood.

When gradually feeling that Feng Chengyu's trembling was weakening and gradually becoming quieter, Yao Qiyun freed up a hand and tapped a few points on Ren Du's acupoint, making him completely at peace, and the center of his eyebrows also Suddenly, a blue shadow flashed silently, and he spontaneously recited an extremely rare formula in the world, and the sudden blue shadow quickly solidified into a drop-shaped bluish-blue fairy dew, embedded between his eyebrows .

Feeling the coolness and thoroughness in the forehead, Yao Qiyun lowered his head and spread his palms. At this time, he felt a very clear and spiritual internal force slowly pouring into the palm from the center of the brows, a ball of whiteness and clarity The brilliance rose slowly, and the soft splendor like the soul of the moon flowed non-stop, illuminating a corner of the dark room.

It makes one inch of this gauze tent seem to be integrated into the pure and clear world of Yaoshan Snow Pool, and to be in the midst of all illnesses, pains and angers.

It's the Immortal Art of Space...

Yao Qiyun stared at the soft light, his amber eyes became brighter and clearer, and in just a moment, countless entanglements and hesitation passed through.

The Kongxian Jue is the first-class healing secret method in the Yao sect.There are no specially designated exercises and handprints for practicing this secret method. Instead, the practitioners are allowed to drink the sweet rain and snow waterfalls in the towering clouds and strange peaks of Yaoshan Mountain for several years, and integrate thousands of auras between heaven, earth, mountains and pools into one body. To form a connection between oneself and heaven and earth, so that the true and pure Qi can heal the chronic diseases of the world, even if they are deaf, dumb and disabled.

If this kind of secret method is used on Feng Chengyu to repair his completely damaged Ren Du Meridian, it will definitely prevent his internal energy from depleting his condition from deteriorating, and prevent him from becoming a completely powerless person. The weak ones can even reshape his martial arts foundation, to the point where he can practice martial arts again.

However, this kind of medical treatment that can turn the world around can only be obtained by those who are predestined, and those who do not have a strong cultivation base must not easily activate it.

Although Yao Qiyun is one of the predestined people in the Yao sect, it is the first time that he accidentally touches this kind of secret technique.

It is only because the activation of the Immortal Art of Space requires paying a high price. Not only will one lose the pure essence that has been cultivated in the Yao Mountains for decades, but the body will also enter a weak state due to self-destructive cultivation...

And when I went down the mountain, I was ordered to come here to eliminate harm. With a strong and profound cultivation base, it was also my most important trump card when facing the Shifang Gang and the villains that I would eradicate in the future.

The young man was silent for a long time, and finally closed his eyes. He slowly put away his palms, and the brilliance in his hands dissipated into thousands of streaks of fluorescent light, dragging the fine tails of flames and quickly dissolving between his five fingers, leaving only a A faint sliver of snow and a last flicker of light.

Disappearing with the light cluster, there was also a drop of blue dew on his forehead.

However, at this moment, he just bent down silently, picked up the quilt that fell on the floor, looked at Feng Chengyu who was sleeping on the bed and described being lonely, and covered him tightly with the quilt again.

The turbid breathing between the nostrils of sick and weak people becomes even and slow as the heart condition gradually stabilizes.

At least his life is still alive... Although Yao Qiyun didn't use the Kongxian Jue, it seemed that it was the first time that he was so entangled and worried about a person.

He stood up, opened the palm medicine cabinet at the end of the bed, looked at the medicinal herbs with different shapes and flavors in the square grid, and made up his mind to research a prescription for treating physical weakness caused by the failure of martial arts.

Two days later, Feng Chengyu was woken up by the smell of bitter medicine in the room.

He felt weak all over, his hands and feet were stiff and sore, and his stomach was so hungry that his chest pressed against his back.Amid the discomfort, his eyelids moved and he struggled to open them.

The blurry double image gradually became clear, and I saw the withered white crabapple floating outside the window. In the dazzling pure white, Yao Qiyun was pouring a furnace of warm medicine in front of the medicine cabinet.

"Cough..." He wanted to speak, but was surprised to find that his throat was extremely dry, and he could only make a weak coughing sound.

Trying to lift his soft fingers, there was a trace of disappointment on his face.

A few days ago, he took care of Yao Qiyun for several days, but completely ignored his physical condition, which led to a sudden vomiting of blood and coma.

However, after vomiting a big mouthful of blood, the congestion that was previously blocked in the chest was cleared, and even breathing became much smoother. I guess it is the credit of Yao Qiyun, right?

It's really strange that this young man who is always indifferent to others and sometimes a little awkward can take care of others in such a silent manner.

It's just that at this time, his dantian has become empty, and he can't feel the remaining trace of true energy.

He wanted to get off the bed, but his broken legs lost their internal strength and were almost completely unable to bear the force.

As if his lower body was paralyzed, the only thing he was more flexible was his head.

"Cough..." He cleared his throat, and asked in a trembling voice to the person who was finely filtering the dregs of the medicine, "Qi Yun, have you forced out the internal force stored in my body?"

"Ah."

Yao Qiyun looked up at him, then put the empty purple sand medicine pot in the cabinet, picked up the porcelain bowl full of medicine soup, and walked beside the collapse.

He checked Feng Chengyu's pulse this morning, and estimated that he would wake up. He just happened to research a prescription for broken tendons from Li Qianyi's pharmacy: using Luxindan from the Western Regions as a living medicine, as an auxiliary medicine. Twelve flavors of rare herbs from the Tianshan Mountains, boiled for twelve hours, and taken for half a month, can strengthen the muscles and bones.

"Drink this bowl of medicine."

Feng Chengyu didn't look at the bowl of medicine, but stared at the void, with deep disappointment hidden in his eyes.

He seldom remained silent, but once he was quiet, his expression could no longer hide his sickness and frailty. A few strands of black hair were messed up between his cheeks, making his complexion even more bleak, depressed and gloomy. Like a withered crabapple outside the window.

"Your blood energy is reversed, directly attacking the heart, if you don't do that, you will die." Yao Qiyun looked at his sad look and explained.

30. Chapter 30

"It's okay, I know, I have to thank you..."

Feng Chengyu raised his thin lips, and finally lowered his eyes to look at the bowl of medicine, with a half-smile in the corner of his eyes: "Cough, after all... If I vomit blood until I die, it's useless to keep that bit of skill. "

Yao Qiyun put the medicinal soup by the small table and sat down on the side.

He sat silently for a long time, but he couldn't squeeze out a word of comfort due to the lack of expressive words. Although his eyes were softer than before, and even mixed with some powerless shame, they still did not lack the coldness before——

Although he has a way to prevent Feng Chengyu's tragedy from happening, he really cannot bear the price of self-denial, especially now that the villains on the list of villains have not yet been settled.

Thinking of this, he seemed to realize something, his pursed lips moved, but he heard Feng Chengyu repeatedly——

"After I lost my kung fu, it's more difficult to act than before. However, I have a lot of popularity, and I can still do well in the world."

Feng Chengyu raised his hand to caress the medicine bowl on the table, raised his eyebrows slightly, and his expression changed: "I lost that point