[Master] Why is a hometown

Yuan Wuxiang has practiced Taoism and martial arts since he was a child, and has never really been involved in the turmoil in the world; this is the first time that he has fought so hard.

The martial arts of the barbarians may not be as good as it is, but the victory lies in the large number of people, the tacit cooperation, and the superior poisoning skills. Yuan Wuxiang led the seriously injured Mu Xinyuan to break out of the siege. How many strokes, during the movement and transformation of internal force, the feeling of stagnation of blood and qi becomes more and more serious, the body is hot and cold, and the vision is blurred from time to time.

"There is no land..." Although Mu Xinyuan was anxious in his heart, but just now after the fight, his chronic illness broke out, and he was exhausted under the force, so he had to send his wrist to the mouth of the Taoist: "My blood can suspend the poison, you drink it Take a bite."

While running away, Yuan Wuxiang was slightly distracted and glanced at the snow-white wrist sticking to his cheek, but couldn't say anything: "A few miles away is the land of the Central Plains, I can hold on."

Mu Xinyuan was angry and anxious, and simply wiped his wrist on Yuan Wuxiang's sword, and it was bright red immediately, and forced it on Yuanwuxiang's mouth with all his strength: "Your life is at stake, what are you worrying about! Drink——"

There is no way to avoid it, so I have no choice but to drink it. The special sweetness of the blood of Wandu arouses an inexplicable bloodthirsty impulse as soon as I drink it, but the disordered blood in the body is indeed suppressed.

"Stop going, drink—!"

The enemy who is bound to win continues to chase and block, and Yuan Wuxiang takes advantage of the temporary stability of his internal energy to fully increase his internal energy, full of power, and startle the dust with a single sword——

"At the beginning of the original Dao. Sword aids the world!"

The moonlight poured down like a waterfall, the sword qi criss-crossed, and the vast land was cut into thousands of ravines. The group of barbarians who were chasing after them faced shocking moves, and either exploded to death, or fell into the abyss, and there was no way to pursue them again. force.

Yuan Wuxiang didn't dare to ignore it, put a wrist on Mu Xinyuan's back, and continued to flee.

Seeing that the crisis was a little bit over, Mu Xinyuan finally found it difficult to hold on, and his mind fell into a trance.

"A Yuan? A Yuan?" Realizing that the other party didn't respond, Yuan Wuxiang was burning with anxiety, and Fang's suppressed toxicity broke out again: "Uh...poof!"

He frowned and pressed his chest, the pain of the poisonous heart made him shiver all over, but he knew that he couldn't delay any longer: "No, quickly find a safe place and try to ask for help."

Tick, tick.

A bit of coldness slipped from the cheeks, awakening the sleeping person.

Mu Xinyuan's eyelashes trembled slightly, she opened her eyes in a daze, and the cold rain patted the forest leaves with the slanting wind, expecting the coldness to finally bring her back to her senses.

"Ah... have you escaped?" The sword wound on her body was still aching, she tried her best to support her body, and looked around: "...Where is Yuan Wuxiang?"

There was no one around, but there was a disturbing strong smell of blood in the air.

Braving the cold rain, she staggered towards the place with the strongest fishy smell in the forest. She pushed aside the stacked weeping vines with one hand, and was surprised to see the fallen figure by the stream.

"Original no hometown!"

He struggled to lift the Taoist in the silver shirt, his face was slightly distorted by the pain, and his five orifices were bleeding profusely.

He will fall by the stream, is he trying to fetch water for her to drink?

Mu Xinyuan's nose suddenly became sore.

"Yuan Wuxiang... Hold on." She didn't care about treating the wound for herself, and quickly sealed off several vital points on his body with two fingers together to prevent the further spread of the poison. Then she felt his pulse carefully, her expression becoming more serious.

If it was only the Ten Thousand Poisons Heavenly Punisher she released, it would not be a problem, but it would be very tricky to mix it with the Baiyi Qiqi Poison; what's more, Yuan Wuxiang used force several times to protect her from the encirclement, which accelerated the spread of the poison. At this moment, the poison has penetrated into the lungs, and I am afraid I will die soon.

"Ah..." Filled with guilt and extreme anxiety, Mu Xinyuan felt exhausted and helpless, but he managed to stagger down the mountain with Yuan Wuxiang.

On a rainy night in the south of the Yangtze River, the chill was piercing. She was dizzy, her lips trembled, she gritted her teeth to prevent herself from passing out, and rushed into a dilapidated thatched hut in a mess.

In this season, hunters seldom go into the mountains, and the huts used for rest are naturally left unattended, but they can barely be sheltered from the rain temporarily.

Mu Xinyuan put down Yuan Wuxiang, lit a fire to drive out the cold, without further delay, pulled out a hairpin with a peculiar shape in his hair, flicked his sleeve, and a number of silver needles as thin as cow hair flew out of the hairpin.

Strongly carry out the Yuan Gong, use cloudy hands to transform Na, fully display the unique knowledge of Medicine King Valley, and 36 silver needles are respectively pierced into 36 points of Yuanwuxiang.

"Law the heaven and the earth, like the sun and the moon, distinguish the stars, obey Yin and Yang."

With the warm and shining light, each acupoint penetrated one by one, Mu Xinyuan assisted Yuan Wuxiang to calm down the Qi and guide the Qi, and continued to rotate for 48 weeks; when the pulse was probed again, the Shaoyang had gradually revived, and the sun had revived. The Taiyin converges, the Shaoyin sinks, and the twelve organs gradually show signs of recovery, but the toxins in the body do not recede, which is still worrying.

Mu Xinyuan pondered for a moment, then suddenly tore a corner of the sleeve, bit her fingertips and wrote on it, then carefully folded it up, put it aside, then untied the belted coat for herself and Yuan Wuxiang, leaving only her underwear.

His hands were flying like lightning, and in an instant he performed poison kung fu, hitting Yuan Wuxiang's twelve acupoints in a row, fighting poison with poison, directing all the toxins entrenched in his body to the mutton.

Mu Xinyuan trembled all over, only the thought of saving others remained in her heart, she put her face close to Yuanwuxiang, and crossed each other with her mouth, the poisonous smoke flowed down her lips and teeth and penetrated into the sea of ​​Yuanwuxiang.

There was still blood in her mouth, and Primordial Chaos felt an extremely strong bloodthirsty desire, instinctively hugged the soft body in front of her, and began to bite fiercely.

"Hmm..." Although it was expected, Mu Xinyuan was still in pain. Her poisonous blood can kill people, but it is also a holy product for detoxification. It is normal for Yuan Wuxiang to have this reaction.

But...with the current situation of no hometown, just drinking blood can no longer detoxify.

Holding her hands with full strength, she stretched out one hand under Yuan Wuxiang's restraint with difficulty, and pierced the rest of the silver needle into Geshu on the shoulder blade and Shenshu four acupoints on the waist with the backhand.

In the next moment, she was overwhelmed by the delirious Yuan Wuxiang.

The indescribable pain stimulated Yuan Wuxiang, he bit her neck fiercely, as if the only way to relieve it was to devour her flesh and drink her blood; with one hand, she twisted the hand that gave him the needle, and pressed it hard to the ground, Mu Xin Yuan clearly heard the sound of bones cracking from his arm.

"Uh...Yuan Wuxiang...are you in pain?" She was in severe pain, her teeth chattered in pain, and she kept her soft tone: "Yuan Wuxiang, you listen to my guidance, I will detoxify you... okay? "

The force of the restraint was slightly relaxed, and she gently wrapped her remaining hand around the suffering Taoist: "If I fail to detoxify, you must not blame yourself..."

——The sound of rain filled the room, the thunder roared, and the night covered the entangled figures.

The moment Yuan Wuxiang opened his eyes, the feeling of weakness in his limbs persisted for a long time, and he tried his best to move, but there was a slight pain like needle pricks running through his body.

He breathed a sigh of relief, his consciousness gradually came back, when he turned his head, he saw Mu Xinyuan lying beside him with only his coat on, his face was blue and black, motionless.

"what?!"

He got up in a hurry, but his steps were still a little flimsy. He reluctantly picked up Mu Xinyuan and moved it to a place in the room that was not soaked. Only then could he clearly see the bloody flesh around her lips and neck, as well as the unnaturally twisted right hand. arm.

Looking at the messy robes of the two of them again, he was stunned for a moment, and an extremely vague fragment flashed in his mind, and he was suddenly struck by lightning.

Who am I and where am I What do I want to live What joy to die And why bother What happened How could this be - what a sin - ! ! !

Yuan Wuxiang, an outstanding disciple of Nandao, squatted beside the thatched pile, staring at Mu Xinyuan in a daze for a long while.

After a long time, he suddenly remembered that he should do something, hurriedly picked up a coat and put it on Mu Xinyuan, but the girl's clothes were really complicated in structure, and he put them on for her clumsily, but they were crooked.

Then, he walked around the room a few times like a headless chicken, only to find the blood book left by Mu Xinyuan.

"Yuan Wuxiang: The poison you are poisoned by is quite troublesome. I need to act urgently. I will introduce the poison into my body for digestion. If I have no other symptoms within three days, please visit the Cangyu Medical Building and ask Sixuan for help." The doctor will deal with it according to the method I wrote...but several kinds of strange poisons are mixed, which is unprecedented. If I fail to cure the poison, you don't have to blame yourself. Send my body to Jiangnanfeng Mansion and notify the Zhonglie Palace, and my senior brother will deal with it.— —Friend Mu Xinyuan."

After reading the letter, Yuan Wuxiang was speechless for a long time.

He seemed to recall that Mu Xinyuan whispered softly in his ear.

"Yuan Wuxiang, you listen to my guidance, and I will detoxify you... okay?"

Suddenly clenching his fists, the overwhelming annoyance and sense of shame made him fall into an inextricable guilt and self-blame.

She... detoxified him like this, and he still hurt her so far!

Yuan Wuxiang, you are really ashamed of the world, you have no face to see people!

——But, after all, he understood that Mu Xinyuan was in critical condition and had to be dealt with, so he found a wooden stick, tore off her outer shirt, bandaged her trauma first, and waited for her to be dealt with properly, then carefully picked her up and found the way down the mountain.

Mu Xinyuan fell into a deep sleep in his arms, even her breathing was slow, Yuan Wuxiang was anxious and at the same time, with mixed feelings, the hands holding her were tight and tight.

"A Yuan..."

The Taoist walked in a hurry, but his heart became more and more heavy and chaotic.

This heaviness, this chaos, lasted until he stepped into the Cangyu Medical Building.

"Four...do you have a solution?"

"Don't underestimate her, she is the poison doctor Mu Xinyuan?"

"Tsk tsk, I'm so happy to see her miserable."

"Small meaning, small meaning, hehehe..."

"It's really embarrassing to bother us, hum."

Yuan Wuxiang's stagnant and stagnant chest seemed to be injected with a clear stream, and it suddenly became brighter.