Sword net three spinulus sea

Just after the spring equinox, the sky will warm up, which is a good weather for taking a nap.

Under the big tree beside Luoxing Lake was a basket filled with half a frame of medicinal herbs. The owner of the basket was lying in the distant sunlight, resting comfortably on his arm.

The wind blows through the sea of ​​flowers with a slightly bitter fragrance, turning up waves of purple and white flowers, and rolling up one or two flying flowers.

Yue Qinghuan opened his eyes, a petal danglingly landed on the tip of his nose, he twirled the flower, it was stained a little bloody red.

He stood up, adjusted his clothes, and looked in the direction of the wind.

Not far away were two people sparring, or more like a unilateral bully.

It was a short girl with mud and blood all over her body, facing a monk in a white jersey and holding a Zen staff.

The little girl was holding a short sword in her hand, and she was carrying a longer one behind her back.She must have been chased for a long time, and she was out of breath.Under the dirty clothes, one could barely see that it was a golden shirt, with the pattern of a sword embroidered with dark gold thread.

A gentleman in the south of the Yangtze River, Tibetan sword villa.

The little girl only wanted to get rid of the monk, and after going back and forth for a few rounds, she blocked the monk's Zen stick and turned around to run away.

Zang Jian pays the most attention to speed and body skills, if given the opportunity, he can run more than 20 feet in an instant.

She just turned around, her legs bent, but her feet lost strength, her knees smashed into the ground firmly, and she knelt down. The monk behind her mercilessly smashed her back with a Zen staff.

A groan.

The little girl resisted the monk's stick, bit her lip, and wrinkled her jaw tightly. She couldn't hold it back and coughed up a puddle of blood.

She raised her head, and it was at that time that she saw Yue Qinghuan standing in the sea of ​​flowers up to her waist and watching the fire from the other side.

He was wearing a clean and elegant myriad-flowered black robe, standing in the distance and looking at her indifferently, with three thousand black hair loosely scattered, showing off a delicate and handsome face.

Hair like splashed ink, face like still water.

That person's eyes are really cold, as if everything is like a passing cloud.All the joys in the world turned into frost in the corners of his eyes.

She drew out her last sword energy, and before the monk hit the second stick, she leaped more than 20 feet and rushed towards him.

The unpleasant smell of blood mixed with fine petals blew from behind her, passed through her hair, and brushed against the pale face of Disciple Wanhua.

Disciple Wanhua's eyes tightened suddenly, and with a flip of his wrist, there was an extra judge's pen in his hand.

She felt that she would die no matter what, but she was not as sad as she had thought countless times.

It's just that I feel so useless to die like this in this life.

Yue Qinghuan watched her rushing towards her, and subconsciously pulled out her pen. The blue petals all over the sky were dyed the color of blood by her rushing towards her. She fell straight on him like a flower that had exhausted all its strength. He flipped his hands to shake her off, but her fingers got entangled in his hair, and he couldn't throw her out as soon as he tightened his scalp.

The monk had already rushed over, with a strong momentum, without delay, the stick was about to implicate Yue Qinghuan's body, he strangled the little girl's waist, turned around, and swung dark green vigor from the swirling tip of the pen in his hand , hit the monk.

The hibiscus grows side by side, and the lotus grows step by step.

The monk couldn't dodge in time, and was nailed to the spot by his brushstrokes, unable to move.

The little girl fell into his arms, limp all over, as if she had no bones, her hands and feet were bent at strange angles.

In the Valley of Ten Thousand Flowers, the living are not treated.

Among the six realms, all living beings suffer.

"I admire the benevolence of the disciples and doctors of Wanhua Valley, but this person is related to my family affairs, so I hope the young man will not interfere." The monk put his hands together and bowed, and released the control with a shock of internal force.

Yue Qinghuan saw that the monk was dressed in majestic decorations, and his words were not very polite, so he raised his chin slightly and said coldly, "You are a monk, how can you still have family affairs?"

His tone was arrogant and rebellious, and the monk pulled his face down when he heard this.

The clouds blown by the wind from afar had already covered the sun, and the breeze swept across the valley.

"You want to save her?" The monk must show his murderous intent.

"She's dead."

Injured to this virtue, put outside, at least not considered a living person.

The monk made a sudden move, he had been prepared for it, he turned the pen in his hand sharply, turned Qi into a needle, he moved the Shaoyang finger to drag the monk's steps, and then the Taiyin finger retreated, widening the distance between the two of them.

Although Wanhua's speed is not as fast as Zangjian, the monk can't get any benefits from him.

The monk was furious, and with a dragon claw, he grabbed Yue Qinghuan from a distance.

Yue Qinghuan had been on guard for a long time, and tried to dodge with Yaotai Pillow Crane, but because he was hugging a person, he miscalculated the strength, so the movement was not so neat.

Stick wind brushed against his body with the sound of cloth being torn, he looked down at the scratched sleeve, his brows furrowed tighter and tighter, and he looked up at the monk, his eyes were already cold and tinged with anger .

The monk thought badly, and sure enough, the next moment he threw a hidden weapon head-on.I don't know what the hidden weapon was made of, it was very heavy, the monk hurriedly took two steps back, but the hidden weapon seemed to fall at his feet due to insufficient throwing force.

Yue Qinghuan put her fingers on her lips in a circle, and let out a whistle.

The monk couldn't figure out what the meaning of his whistle was, and rushed over to interrupt him, but he tripped over something, followed by a bang.The hidden weapon thrown by Yue Qinghuan just now exploded with vibration.

It was a small mechanism iron furnace, which was filled with explosives.

The monk was injured in his leg, so he slowed down, and it was already too late to chase after him.

A big eagle spread its wings and flew over, Yue Qinghuan hugged the man and got up lightly to grab the eagle's claws.In just a moment, the big eagle had already taken them into the sky.

The terrain of Wanhua Valley is steep, and the monk couldn't catch up, so he could only stand there and watch the two escape.

Yue Qinghuan stood on the high cliff and watched the monk angrily smash the medicine basket he had left in the sea of ​​flowers, but he did not chase after him, and left with his Zen staff on his shoulders.

Wanhua Valley is one of the top ten martial arts sects. It is hidden in the mountains of Qinling Mountains, surrounded by cliffs. It is mysteriously located and little known. It is a paradise of peach blossoms in the world.

Most of Wanhua's disciples practice Taisu Nine Needles, and there are two kinds of mental methods.

Healing the sick and saving lives is called Lijing Yidao, and acupoint cutting is called Huajianyou.

There is a strange rock in the valley, which stands alone between the sky and the earth. It is hundreds of feet high and can accommodate people. It is called Sanxing Mochiyue.

The big eagle sent Yue Qinghuan to the high platform of Samsung Mochiyue, Yue Qinghuan fed it two purple jade snake galls, the big eagle arched his head affectionately, turned and flew away.

The little girl was still hanging on his body, he stretched out his hand to untie the hair wrapped around her hand, put her on the side of the road, turned around and was about to leave.

A head appeared behind the rocks on the roadside, looked at Yue Qinghuan, and timidly called Master Uncle.

"Call some Xinglin disciples here."

"Grandpa Grandpa and Eldest Brother took a lot of senior brothers and sisters out of the valley a few days ago..."

The implication is that there is no one in Xinglin who can treat this kind of injury, that Wanhua disciple stood there and did not leave, just staring at him, afraid that he would really leave that person on the ground, and he followed It can be regarded as hopeless.

After listening to his words, Yue Qinghuan didn't reach out to pick up the little girl, nor did she look at that Wanhua disciple, but just lowered her head and straightened her sleeves.

Samsung Mochizuki, who usually came and went, didn't even have a single person passing by at this time.

After he straightened his clothes, including the cuffs torn by the monk one by one, and Samsung Mochizuki was still just the two of them, he knelt down and picked up the little girl again.

"You didn't see me saving this man today, I just brought back a corpse."

Disciple Wanhua saw that he was finally willing to help, and nodded repeatedly.

Wanhuagu Jingqi Huang's technique attracts an endless stream of people seeking medical treatment every day, so that other doctors are left out in the cold.

Wanhua's senior brother Pei Yuan once said that because he didn't want to cut off the way for doctors in the world, the living people in Wanhua Valley would not be healed, so Wanhua's disciples called people with incurable diseases corpses.

He called her dead body because he was willing to treat her incurable disease.

Yue Qinghuan seldom interacts with Gu Zhong's disciples, and lives alone in the Xiaoyao Forest, which is far away from Samsung Mochizuki.

Xiaoyao Forest was originally a barren mountain. Although the road is far and dangerous, it is rare to be quiet. It leans on the cliffs of Qingyan, with high mountains and flowing water, pine orchids and green bamboos. He built a simple medicine hut on the top of the mountain.

The sky is green and the trees are quiet, living comfortably.

He carried the little girl into the medicine hut and put it on the bamboo couch.

Her whole body was covered with bruises and bruises, and there were many fragmentary wounds on her body, as if she had suffered some kind of torture. Those wounds were half-new and half-old, and they were covered with mud. Although they were not terribly frightening, they made people feel Not very comfortable.

Most of those traumas have healed, only the wound on the arm is extremely deep and still oozing blood.

And although she passed out, she still held her sword tightly in her hand, because she held it too tightly, causing the wound on her arm to open repeatedly and never heal.

He stretched out his hand to draw her sword, but who knew that she was thin and thin, but her hand was very strong, he could only break her palm apart one by one, pulled out her sword, and threw it aside.

He tore off her sleeve, and her arms were covered with stab wounds.

He frowned, and stabbed in with the needle in his hand, waited for a while, and then picked up the needle quickly.

The carrion in the wound squirmed, and the needle tip picked out a bulging Gu worm that drank blood.

If the Gu worms in Miaojiang got into the skin, they would die after a long period of time. Most of the Gu worms that died in the skin would leave black and blue Gu marks on the skin.

The wounds on her hands are probably to cover up the Gu imprints that may appear at any time, which is a bit intriguing.

He applied medicine to her arm, and went to see her most seriously injured bone. He reached out and squeezed her shoulder, and she almost bounced up in a coma.

He didn't dare to do anything again, he pulled off her collar and felt her pulse from the neck.

The skin under the girl's collar is smooth and porcelain white, just like a daughter raised by Jiangnan hidden swords.

It's just that there is a torn wound on the only piece of skin that has been seen, which is already an old wound and scabbed.He vaguely saw a corner of the remaining blue tattoo in those wounds.

Jiangnan Tibetan sword disciple was hunted down to the Qinling Mountains, his body has signs of torture, there are Gu marks hidden in his wounds, and now he has a blue tattoo.

Rivers and lakes are really interesting.

He looked away and tapped her pulse.

She was no longer alive, her lungs and meridians were all damaged, plus those bones on her body that were broken by the monk.Even if Wanhua's disciple, Danqing, was admonished, he would not heal the dead.

Yue Qinghuan didn't touch her anymore, but put a clean black robe of thousands of flowers on her body.She was very thin, and her body was submerged by his wide coat, leaving only a pale face, like a cold corpse.

He picked up her two swords, one long and one short, one sharp and the other blunt.

The disciples of Hidden Sword Villa carry two swords, a short sword and an epee.

Her two swords are different from ordinary Tibetan sword disciples, the short sword is extremely sharp, but the heavy sword is exquisite and small, much lighter than ordinary heavy swords.

There was a faint cold light on the two stone-colored swords, and a poem was inscribed on the swords in small seal script.

Spring caresses willow catkins and Xia Muyu, a sword shocks autumn and cuts four seasons.

It is indeed a good sword, but it is a pity that the ingenuity to forge the cold iron, the murderous and ruthless sword, the intention in the sword, is to live up to it.

He put away his sword and left the bed.

Walking in the sky at night, the moonlight diffuses over the eaves.