Sword net three spinulus sea

She dreamed of the red full moon in Chengdu again, dreamed of the sea of ​​spinosa trees under the full moon, and dreamed that she was standing on a barren hill with poisonous people with blue skin and a sea of ​​corpses under her feet.

The sword in her hand pierced deeply into that person's chest, piercing his heart and lungs.

But the man was dressed in purple, covered with exquisite silver ornaments, and held an insect flute in his hand, but he was bewitching all beings with a smile.Many purple butterflies surrounded her, she looked down at herself slightly, the sword light was reflected in her eyes, which was cold.

She seemed to wake up suddenly, and let go of the hand holding the sword in panic.

That person smiled even more strangely, her gaze was attracted by her eyes, and from the reflection of that person's eyes, she saw a familiar figure appearing behind her.

She wanted to turn her head, but her throat was suddenly strangled from behind. She was strangled so tightly that she couldn't move, and the smile of the person in front of her became more and more blurred.

Her eyes turned black, her chest tightened violently, she desperately wanted to breathe, but she couldn't take a breath.

She began to struggle desperately, and when her eyes were dark, she was about to lose her strength. Suddenly, a breath was pressed from her mouth into her lungs, she opened her eyes, and woke up suddenly.

Then she saw the eyes of that Ten Thousand Flowers disciple, he was very close to her, one elbow rested on top of her head, one palm fell next to her ear, his forehead was almost pressed against hers.He has thin lips and sharp eyebrows, with a natural indifference like glaciers and snow rocks, and long hair like clear springs, all of which fall around her.

Seeing that she woke up, he didn't show any extra expression, he retreated calmly and stood up.

She should have wanted to move and say something, but suddenly froze.

The numb feeling all over her body suddenly disappeared, and endless soreness flooded into her body instantly. She opened her mouth, and only uttered a short nasal sound, but was unable to utter a single syllable.

Yue Qinghuan helped her up and sat firmly. The Hunyuan Qi in her hand turned into silver needles one by one, and they were inserted into her acupuncture points. The little girl gasped for breath, and was choked again. She covered her mouth and coughed twice. He coughed up blood all over his hands.

Yue Qinghuan stuffed a pill into her mouth, pinched the back of her neck gently with one hand, and pushed down from her throat with the thumb of the other hand, one by one, the pill was caught in her throat by his hand. The gas dissipated, immediately nourishing her lungs.

The doctor of thousands of flowers, Taisu nine needles, well-deserved reputation.

"Have you recovered yet?"

The little girl nodded and opened her mouth to say thank you, but no sound came out of her parched throat.

She looked at Yue Qinghuan with wide eyes, moved her mouth, but still couldn't make a sound.

She didn't know where the strength came from, and grabbed Yue Qinghuan's front.

"Don't worry, you are going to die." Yue Qinghuan pulled her hand away and comforted her.

She was stunned by his contradictory words, and she didn't know whether to believe that he didn't need to worry, or that he was going to die.

Her lips moved, and she wanted to speak again, but finally her shoulders collapsed from the strength, and she pursed her lips.

Yue Qinghuan raised her hand and pulled her loose hair behind her ears, like an old man accustomed to seeing life and death, sending someone off for the last time.As if afraid that she would die if she refused, it was rare to be gentle.

There is so much love and hate in front of you, but a handful of loess behind you.

Her eyes were gradually bloodshot, and just sitting there, her panting became more and more serious. Yue Qinghuan didn't say anything, and gently patted her on the back to let her breathe, as if coaxing a child to sleep .

She remembered the legend that if a person refuses to die at the end of his yang life, the underworld will send Black and White Wuchang to claim his life.

She didn't want to die right now, but this man was dressed in black with an indifferent face, and he patted her hand very gently, as if tempting people to fall asleep.

But she couldn't die, she couldn't fall asleep, now that she was dead, she couldn't explain it, and her reputation was notorious.

But she didn't even have a voice, so how could she defend herself if she survived.

"If you want to live, I have a needle that I can try for you." Disciple Wanhua said suddenly, waking her up from a drowsy sleep.

There was a ghostly smile on his face, he didn't look like he wanted to save her, but rather killed her.

"But the needle pierced the acupuncture point and penetrated into the blood vessels, as if a knife had cut through the skin and bone, it hurt very much."

Before she had time to react, he continued talking on his own.

"I know you will say that you are not afraid of pain. No one in Jianghu is willing to admit that he is afraid of pain."

"But I still want to give you a test shot first. If you want to live, then you have to think about it. Once this kind of injection really starts, it will take at least ten weeks. If you feel that life is better than death, don't try to be brave." , you are in so much pain that you will waste my medicine from Wanhua Valley."

In fact, before she had time to nod, he dropped the first needle, and she arched her body convulsively almost immediately.

She seems to have returned to the afternoon when she fell into the sea of ​​flowers. Every wound on her body is painful, and every bone is being split open repeatedly. It seems that being split is not enough. Mash her with a pestle.

She was in so much pain that she wanted to cry out, but there was no sound coming out of her throat, so she couldn't even find a vent.

She seemed to have fallen into the underworld, with no shore to turn back, and no end to the front.

At first she could grit her teeth and collapse, but then she started crying uncontrollably.

Yue Qinghuan wiped the sweat from her forehead with her hand and said, "Do you want to continue?"

Because he stopped his hands, she was sober for a moment, like a fish out of water, she didn't care to answer him, but gasped for breath.

She gritted her teeth, her eyes looked at a nothingness, she didn't shake her head or nod.

"Think about it, if you receive this injection from me, no matter how difficult it is in the future, you will survive."

The owner of Wanhua Valley once said to me that ignorance is a disaster.

Delusion is a disaster, and the world of mortals is miserable.

She was out of breath from crying, and really began to doubt whether this Ten Thousand Flowers Healer was going to save her, or was going to torture her to death like those people.

She felt that even if she survived, [-]% would be in pain. She was actually not a person who could endure hardship.

But if he allowed himself to survive, she wouldn't have to die in such a humiliating manner. She still had a question, and she had to ask that person again no matter what.

So she was afraid and nodded.

Yue Qinghuan squeezed out a black needle out of thin air, and slowly screwed the needle into her body.

Medicine does not cure death, Buddha crosses destined people.

The rivers and lakes met again, and he gave her another injection.

Every solar term, Ten Thousand Flowers Valley will hold sect activities, and most of the disciples around Chang'an will return to the valley.

Gu Yu, before dawn, Yue Qinghuan got up and put the medicine pot on the stove.

It has been ten days since she underwent acupuncture, but her improvement is very slow.In particular, the bruises on his back are quite serious, and he cannot lie down to recover from his illness. Even if he sleeps, he can only sit on the head of the bed.

At the moment she was leaning against the head of the bed, half dreaming and half awake, Yue Qinghuan knew that it was not easy for her to fall asleep once, so he went out without saying hello to her.

When she woke up, it was already daylight.She pressed her numb legs and stood up while leaning on the edge of the bed.

It was a cloudy day outside, and it was raining lightly, and the room was stuffy. The wound on her body was in pain, and she could smell the fragrance of medicine wafting in from the window.

She slowly moved out of the room, and suddenly stopped and pricked up her ears.

The mountains and forests are silent, there is no sound of people, Yue Qinghuan is not here.

Her heart tightened in vain, and she spat out a mouthful of blood with a puff.

She stood in front of the door, not daring to take another step forward, raised her foot, and retreated to the back room.

The mountain springs are gurgling, the light rain is pattering, and the mountains are peaceful.

She covered her ears, but she heard the sound of rolling horseshoes and shouts of killing. The sound surrounded the medicine house heavily, telling her to come out and suffer the pain of ten thousand arrows piercing her heart.

She smelled the damp and rancid atmosphere in Datang Prison in her memory again. Those people told her to escape, he was waiting for you.

When you escape, he can justify your name.

But she knew that as long as she went out, she would be exposed in broad daylight, and those people would be able to find her again, and with pain, they would ask her if she knew her mistake.

She retreated into the corner, and the sky closed her hands, covering all the light on her body.

When Nanfeng was meditating at Samsung Mochizuki, he seemed to see Yue Qinghuan coming, but when he looked again, he was nowhere to be seen.It happened that there was a disciple of Xinglin sitting next to him, so he asked casually if his uncle had come to Xinglin to get medicine recently.

Disciple Xinglin didn't know which martial uncle it was, so Nanfeng said Yue Qinghuan's name, but the younger disciple Xinglin silenced when he heard Yue Qinghuan's name.

He couldn't figure out the situation, and the Xinglin disciple refused to talk to him no matter what.

It reminded him that Yue Qinghuan's attitude was very strange when he was watching the moon in Samsung that day. Disciple Wanhua shouldn't shirk his efforts to save lives, but he insisted on waiting for others to help.

The more he couldn't figure it out, the more worried he was about the little girl's situation, and rushed to Yue Qinghuan's residence as soon as the event was over.

The place where Yue Qinghuan lived was deserted, and it was raining on the road, so it was not easy to walk. When he arrived, the house was quiet, and he notified several times, but no one answered. He thought that maybe the little girl was sleeping, so he went Without shouting again, he pushed open the bamboo fence gate and stepped into the yard.

As soon as he entered the yard, he smelled a strong smell of paste. He thought that something happened, so he walked a few steps into the house.

The blade almost scraped off his scalp, he was startled, and was thrown to the ground.A few days ago, the girl who was almost dying pressed his shoulder with one hand, and thrust the sword viciously into the ground next to his ear with the other. Flowed down her wrist.

"You, you, you, you, can you get up already?" Nan Feng was startled by her, and quickly explained. "Don't get me wrong, my name is Nanfeng, and I'm a disciple of Ten Thousand Flowers Valley. I saw my uncle rescued you that day, but I haven't seen my uncle go to Xinglin to get medicine these few days. I came here to see how you are doing."

After hearing his words, Ye Muyu stood up from him, the sword was still pointing at him, and stood far away from him.

Nanfeng explained a lot more, but she didn't listen, her eyes opened and closed, her expression was in a daze, and she looked like she was about to faint.Nanfeng wanted to help her, but as soon as Fang lifted her foot, she tensed her body and clenched her sword tightly.

Although Nanfeng was anxious, he could only retreat.

After returning to Samsung Mochizuki, he felt very guilty for his sudden visit and became more and more anxious, so he went to Xinglin to ask for medicine.

Because he is a disciple of Shumo's sect, he went to Xinglin to beg for medicine, and what he asked for was some life-threatening medicine.Xinglin's elder brother naturally asked, but something happened to Shumo.After all, he was young, couldn't keep things in his mind, and forgot Yue Qinghuan's instructions, and told the whole story about Yue Qinghuan picking up a patient, and wanted to win the sympathy of senior brother Xinglin, and said that the patient's symptoms were very serious , I want to ask for more medicine to go back.

Elder Brother Xinglin didn't react too much after hearing this, he just told him that he would deliver the medicine in person in a few days, and told him to go back early and stop running around.

He was relieved when he heard the senior brother say that.

When Yue Qinghuan returned home in the evening, as soon as he entered the yard, he smelled a fire-like smell.

The medicine in the medicine jar had already been burned dry, and the medicine dregs and black marks hung on the side of the jar, and the bottom of the jar had been burned through.He searched around inside and outside the house, but couldn't find the person.

In the end, I went down the mountain road and found her in the woods halfway up the mountain. She fainted on the ground with her two swords scattered around her hands.

He didn't walk towards her immediately, because he remembered something from the past, he stood by the bamboo forest, not moving for a long time.

Today's sect activities, the disciples who were active outside the valley also returned to the valley, naturally brought a lot of news.There are many things, you can know a thing or two by inquiring a little bit.

For example, what kind of poem was inscribed on what kind of sword, for example whose name was added to the reward order.

He stood there for a long time before slowly walking over and gently hugging her.There was a sad expression on his usually indifferent face.

He couldn't save his own apprentice, but he wanted to save other people's apprentices.

Delusion is a curse, hum, delusion is a curse.

She woke up suddenly, jumped up from the bed, and frantically fumbled around to find her sword.

She didn't touch the sword, but touched a section of cold long hair. Panting heavily, she gradually calmed down and adapted to the darkness of the room.

Yue Qinghuan was lying on her side with his eyes closed, as if he was asleep, his hair was scattered, he seemed to be in a deep sleep, his brows were stretched, and he was unguarded.

"If I want to kill you, what's the use of holding a sword? If I don't save you, you will die anyway."

"I put away the sword for you. You are not allowed to use the sword until the injury on your arm is healed."

"I saved you, so no one will kill you, lie down and sleep."

After he finished speaking, he didn't even open his eyes. She was about to refute, but felt that what he said made sense.

She only has one life now, and he gave her this life. She has nothing to be afraid of, and nothing else to be afraid of.

She felt a little frustrated, and lay back after listening to his words.

She had bruises on her back, and even if she lay down unintentionally on weekdays, she would probably jump up in pain.But in this room, after being enlightened by Yue Qinghuan, he lay down in a daze, only to find that the pain in his body was much lighter than before. It was still painful, but it was not the unbearable pain of the past.

Before she fainted, Qi and blood flowed turbulently, but now she recovered, she couldn't think of what happened when she passed out.Yue Qinghuan closed her eyes, obviously not able to explain to her.

He is such a strange person, Yue Qinghuan, Yue, Qinghuan.

She silently said his name twice in her heart, a flash of inspiration flashed in her mind, and she suddenly felt as if she had heard these three words somewhere.

Thinking about it carefully, I can't remember exactly where it is.

Looking at his sleeping face, she always felt that something had changed in him, but she couldn't tell what it was.

In a daze, he fell asleep again.

After dawn, the days went back to the past, Yue Qinghuan didn't ask her why she wanted to run away, just let her drink the medicine as usual, but didn't mention the needling again.The medicine she drank was still in a bowl, but the pot for her medicine was replaced with a bigger one. Samsung Mochizuki sent another message, but he didn't answer it.

Another day later, a group of Wanhua disciples suddenly came to the medicine hut.

Yue Qinghuan has always been a very polite person, even to Feiying or Xiaotong who delivered letters to him, but this time when someone came, he had a cold face and refused to accept it.

"Senior brother, I heard people say a few days ago that you saved a dead body with your wonderful hands, and within a few days, you were able to wield a knife and a sword on that dying patient."

Yue Qinghuan responded silently, and the leading Xinglin disciples stretched out their hands towards him, but he stood there without responding.

Disciple Xinglin suddenly flipped his hand and gave him a slap. He was caught off guard and took two steps back, a trace of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.

She hid behind the screen and saw that disciple Xinglin hadn't used much of his power at all, and she would have received the palm with two staggering steps, but he spat out a mouthful of blood.

"Brother, have you forgotten Master Gu's admonition that day?"

Yue Qinghuan still didn't speak, didn't make excuses, just stood there, as calm and tall as the bamboo in front of his door.

"Where's your patient?" Xinglin disciple asked.

She tightly wrapped the collar of her clothes to hide the injury on her collarbone, her chest heaved a few times, she barely let out a breath, tensed her body, and was ready to face them.

"Don't worry, she doesn't see strangers."

She was taken aback, always feeling that he knew something.

"Oh, I think you paid so much to save someone's life, and that person will come out to plead for you. Now it seems that it's nothing but mere, let's go."

Earl, but a mortal.

She also wanted to go out and say something for him, but she was afraid that if she went out, she would know the price he paid for saving her.

She has nothing now, and he saved her only life, so she can't afford anything.

But the boundless providence still told him to stretch out his hand.