[Yi Tian] Breaking the cocoon

There are three prestige tasks at the bottom of the task list, namely: "Three Generations No. 1", mainly to gain Wudang prestige through martial arts interaction, every [-] points can be exchanged for a reward, the reward is ten gold and a set of small blood enriching powder; " "Senior brothers love each other deeply", through the interaction with Zhang Wuji to get the favorability of the protagonist, every [-] points can be exchanged for a reward, the reward is ten gold and a set of small Huiqi San; Prestige, every [-] points can be exchanged for a reward, the reward is ten gold and two Fengxing Pill fragments, every ten fragments can be exchanged for a Fengxing Pill from the system.

"No. 1 of the three generations and the famous martial arts are all that's it, what's the matter with the deep love between brothers and sisters?" Song Qingshu stared at the task that was not the same as the other two. Comparable?

"Zhang Wuji is a man of great fortune." The system's reply is still the same as before, but this time it has explained a little more about the prestige task itself, "The prestige task will continue to increase as the host's experience deepens. The host can only open these three tasks. The rewards can be claimed at any time, and the system will not prompt."

It means that because he has come into contact with Zhang Wuji now, he will start his related missions?Song Qingshu clicked on the three tasks respectively. "Three Generations No.1" showed that he already had more than 200 reputation points, and he could receive two rewards. , has not yet reached the limit for receiving rewards.

In this way, it is indeed as the system said, what he did during this period was initially dealing with Zhang Wuji, but this time he used the Zhenwu Seven-block Formation to retreat with the second-generation disciples, and naturally got the other two items. Prestige, but for Jianghu, what he did is not enough to make people look high. Compared with it, the other two gains will be immediate.

After collecting three mission rewards casually, Song Qingshu glanced at the two men who were recuperating with kung fu, turned around and left and rushed towards Zhang Cuishan's courtyard.Zhang Cuishan has been missing for ten years, because there is still no definite news of his death, coupled with the concern of Zhang Sanfeng and his brothers, the place where he used to live has been disturbed, this time he came back with his wife and children, so naturally he moved in again.

When he floated into the courtyard, Zhang Sanfeng had just inspected Zhang Wuji's injuries, his face was very solemn, and he no longer had the slightest joy before: "I only know that a hundred damage Taoist died 30 years ago, and this incomparably sinister Xuanming God Palm has been lost. Knowing that there are still people in the world who know this kind of kung fu." This kind of palm technique is the most vicious, and the whole body of the person who has been tricked is like falling into a cold cellar, and he can no longer feel the slightest warmth.This kind of torture is something adults can't resist, let alone Zhang Wuji is just a child?

"Master, this child... is this child really hopeless?" Yin Liting, who had spent the longest time with him, couldn't help asking when he saw Zhang Wuji's bruised lips.

Zhang Sanfeng withdrew his hand on Zhang Wuji's wrist, stood up and paced back and forth in the room: "Unless...unless my master Jueyuan is resurrected and taught me all the scriptures of the Nine Suns."

Yin Susu sat beside Zhang Wuji's bed and listened to everyone's conversations. At this moment, she couldn't help but leaned down and hugged her son's young body, tears streaming down her face: "Wuji, my poor child... how can mother save me now?" You?" She originally put all her hopes on Zhang Sanfeng, the master of martial arts, but now that she knows the result and sees her son suffering for so many days, how can she not be heartbroken?She cried for a while, then suddenly raised her hand to wipe away her tears, stood up and knelt down to Zhang Sanfeng with a "plop": "Master Zhang, this junior knows that you are well-versed, and you will definitely be able to figure out how to keep Wuji alive. If a real person can cure Wuji, even if he wants my life to die immediately, Yin Susu will never frown! Please...please please..."

"Susu!" Although Zhang Cuishan was anxious, he couldn't see his wife begging Master so much, so he stretched out his hand to pull her.

"Get up!" Zhang Sanfeng raised his hands vainly, and Yin Susu felt a strong force lifting her knees, making her stand up involuntarily, leaning on her husband, "I'm old and incompetent, and I can't think of any way at the moment, but There is no limit to the road, let's do our best, how long he can live, look at the mercy of God."

At this moment Zhang Wuji suddenly murmured: "Daddy, Daddy... I'm in pain, it hurts so much." The effect of Huoliu powder on his body has been exhausted in these days, and the cold air that was suppressed before is counterattacking again.Zhang Sanfeng immediately stretched out his hands and touched [-] big acupoints on his body, then took off the clothes on his body, unfastened his Taoist robe, and pressed his chest against his vest.Everyone knows that Zhang Sanfeng is relying on the "Pure Yang Wuji Gong" he has cultivated for more than [-] years to heal his injuries, and he is at his side right now.Yin Susu looked at Zhang Wuji, then at Zhang Cuishan, and was softly comforted by the latter with his arms around his shoulders, she couldn't help feeling hopeful again.

After about half an hour, Zhang Sanfeng's face was faintly green, and his fingers trembled slightly.He opened his eyes and said, "Lianzhou, you take over, and if you can't support it, hand it over to Songxi. Don't force it."

Yu Lianzhou responded, and Song Qingshu watched everyone take turns healing Zhang Wuji, but the latter's complexion hardly changed, he turned and left with a sigh.Zhang Wuji regained some sanity just at this time, his slightly opened eyes were facing his leaving back, the soft sigh seemed to echo in his ears, inexplicably made him feel heavy in his heart, and even the cold air around him seemed to be covered Repress a little.He suddenly couldn't help thinking: Didn't that person hate him before?Why do you seem to be worried about him?

"Wuji, calm down, don't look around!"

Zhang Sanfeng's instruction suddenly came from his ear, his heart trembled, he hurriedly closed his eyes again, and lost consciousness after a while.

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Not long after Song Qingshu returned to the courtyard that belonged to him, a Taoist boy hurriedly asked Song Yuanqiao to help Zhang Wuji heal his injuries.Song Yuanqiao saw that "Song Qingshu" was lying on the bed and there was no serious problem, so he ordered Qushui and Liushang to boil the medicine, and hurried over by himself.

Not long after he left, the person on the bed screamed and sat up, with cold sweat dripping from his forehead, obviously having a not-so-good dream.He looked left and right for a moment before he recognized where he was, and said in surprise, "Why did I return to Wudang?!"

At this time, there was a sound of footsteps outside the door, someone pushed the door open, it was Qu Shui who heard his scream just now and hurried over: "Little uncle? What's wrong with you?"

Chen Yijian stared at Qu Shui and said, "Are we back?"

Seeing that he was fine, Qu Shui couldn't help but heaved a sigh of relief, and said, "Yes! Those people are all gone, thanks to the great power of you and the master uncles, we were still talking outside just now!" He said The pride in his tone made no secret of his pride, obviously he never forgot about the previous duel.

But of course Chen Yijian didn't know about this, he opened his mouth slightly in a manner that could be called stupid, and said "Oh": "What confrontation?"

"It was this morning—" Qu Shui didn't notice the doubt in Chen Yijian's tone, and described what happened in the morning vividly.Of course, from the standpoint of the fourth generation of disciples, he didn't quite understand the subtleties of the martial arts used by both sides at that time, but this did not prevent him from adding his own imagination to it, and it was quite different from that exquisite confrontation. There is a subtle, similarity in purpose.

But Chen Yijian has no impression of these facts or polished imaginations. His last memory is still at the scene of the massacre, and the tragedy that hit his face gave him an unprecedented impact.Chen Yijian was just an ordinary young man in his previous life. At best, he studied less, entered society earlier, and had more experience in "misunderstanding" than his peers.The little rebelliousness of being a fool who dyed his hair and smoked a cigarette was far from enough for him to calmly face the bloody murder, so he passed out almost like escaping from reality, and even subconsciously didn't want to open his eyes to face it.

But he never expected that what he faced after regaining consciousness seemed to be a horrifying fact: during the time when he was unconscious, his body was still moving, and he even made some amazing-sounding actions - It's like a thriller!

Qu Shui described it vividly for a moment, only to find that the young master uncle in front of him was sluggish, as if he was distracted. After realizing that he was telling one of the parties in the duel his shallow opinions, he suddenly felt embarrassed. He stopped and said, "Little Master, what happened to you just now? Are you thirsty? Let me get you a cup of tea?"

"Hmm..." Chen Yijian responded mechanically, his eyes flickering, and a glass of warm water was stuffed into his hand after a while, and he hurriedly brought it to his mouth and took a few sips, as if he wanted to use this to suppress the mess in his heart guess.After drinking a glass of water, he said to Qu Shui: "I want to lie down alone for a while, you go out first!"

"Oh, good!" Qu Shui did not doubt that he was there, took the empty cup in his hand, put it back on the table, and left.As soon as the door was closed, Chen Yijian whispered impatiently: "System, are you there? What's going on during this time? What's the date today?"

Song Qingshu had been admiring the expression on his face for a long time, and even listened with great interest when Qu Shui was "telling the story".Chen Yijian's inquiry was not unexpected to him, and he clicked on the telepathy at the moment, and said: "The ninth day of April. Your consciousness has been in a coma for seven days."

"What is 'my consciousness'?" Chen Yijian was keenly aware of the subtlety of the word, and hurriedly asked.

With a smile on his face, Song Qingshu replied in Aix's ancient and calm voice: "Because after the host fell into a coma, a special negative breath entered the host's body. During these seven days, the host's body has been Controlled by this unknown aura, I can't communicate with him." He was telling the truth, except for the last sentence, of course.

But Chen Yijian naturally thought wrongly: "You, you mean..." He swallowed quietly, "When I fainted, a ghost got on my body?"