Ning Jiujiu closed the courtyard door with an umbrella, pushed the bolt, and then looked at the woman in white who fell on the ground.
The woman's jade body was soaked in blood, and both sleeves of her clothes were torn to pieces. The sword marks on her snow-white arms were eye-catching. She was lying on the ground, her white clothes spread out like a bird's slumped wings.
The woman's back was also scarlet red, and the clothes wet by the rain were sticky and cold, sticking tightly to the wounds under her skin. Blood was also seeping out from under her body, overflowing along with the rain, and soon covering the surrounding area. The ground was dyed red.
The woman's breath was still lingering, and even though she was seriously injured and unconscious, her body still exuded a sword energy that was difficult for strangers to approach.
Ning Xiaoling also held an umbrella and hurried over. Amidst the pungent smell of blood, she quickly covered her mouth and nose, looking at the woman on the ground in horror, and then looked at her senior brother inquiringly.
Ning Changjiu put his fingers on the side of her pale neck, and the woman's body swayed slightly. The sword energy in her body slowly dissipated, and she truly fell asleep.
The footsteps of the guards outside could be heard. Ning looked at his junior sister for a long time and said, "Carry her to the room, move gently, and then boil a kettle of hot water."
Ning Xiaoling looked at the woman lying at the door like a corpse, and said sickly: "Brother, we didn't say we don't care..."
She looked at her senior brother's eyes looking at her, but she didn't continue talking after all. She let out a sigh, endured the pungent smell of blood, turned her over, lifted her legs with one hand, and wrapped her shoulders with the other. The girl pursed her lips. , one foot deep and one foot shallow, he held her with great difficulty and walked towards the room.
Ning looked at the girl's background for a long time and smiled softly. Ning Xiaoling had been practicing secretly for a year. How could it be so difficult to hold a unconscious woman
There was a knock on the door in the yard.
Ning Jiujiu calmed down, squatted down, pointed his fingertips to the ground, and gently drew a circle in the air.
The door opened, and the leading guard looked at the handsome young man in green clothes and frowned: "Who are you? Why are you so unfamiliar? How can you live in the prince's villa?"
Ning Jiujiu frowned and said, "Xiao Dao was ordered to come here to drive away evil spirits. Now he is settled here. I wonder what's going on, sir?"
The guard looked him up and down, sniffed, and said, "So you are the young man with extraordinary powers that the prince said?"
Ning Jiujiu smiled and said, "Sir, do you know the secrets?"
The guard smiled and nodded. His peripheral vision fell on the ground in the courtyard behind him, and he examined it repeatedly: "I wonder if the Taoist priest has seen any unusual people passing by?"
"Not really." Ning Jiujiu was stunned for a moment and asked in confusion: "Did something happen to the palace?"
The leader sneered and said, "The little Taoist priest is quite clever, but he's just careful that trouble comes from his mouth."
Ning Changjiu said: "Thank you for reminding me, sir. It's raining heavily today. Would you like to come in and have a cup of hot tea?"
The guard said: "No need, I still have important things to do today. This city is not peaceful. If the little Taoist sees anyone suspicious, remember to report it as soon as possible."
Ning Jiujiu nodded.
The person next to the captain of the guard said: "Why don't you go in and search?"
"No need, it's not good to disturb Taoist Master Qing Xiu." The man smiled and led everyone away.
But when he left, he was equally confused as to why the bloodstain had stopped at this point. He had just carefully looked at the young man's clothes and the ground behind him. There was no trace of blood. No matter how hard the rain was, it would never be like this. Clean, could it be...
The captain of the guard looked at the high courtyard wall, thinking that maybe the man still had some strength left, so he jumped onto the wall and escaped along the way.
No wonder there is no blood on the ground.
He thought he had guessed the truth and said in a deep voice: "Let's go and look along the courtyard wall to see if there are any clues."
Ning Jiujiu closed the door again. He gently lifted up his sleeves, revealing the blood droplet hanging in his palm. The dark and heavy small blood droplet was formed by condensing and compressing the blood on the ground using Taoist methods. of.
He also looked at the courtyard wall, and the drop of blood caught between his interlocked thumb and index finger, burst out, and rolled along the tiles on the courtyard wall at an extremely fast speed, bringing a trail of blood with it. A long trail of blood.
…
Inside the house, Ning Xiaoling found a whole wooden board, put a piece of white cloth on it, and placed the seriously injured woman on it.
The kettle is also set up, but it hasn't boiled yet.
Ning Jiujiu put away his umbrella and returned to the house. Looking at the seriously injured woman, his brows gradually furrowed.
Fortunately, her own cultivation was good, and her breathing had gradually begun to become even at this moment. However, the bleeding had not completely stopped, and some of the injuries were too deep to heal for a while.
Ning Xiaoling looked at her worriedly, wondering: "Who is this woman? Who hurt her like this?"
Ning Changjiu said: "If I guess correctly, it is the female sword fairy who came in the sedan today."
Ning Xiaoling lightly covered her lips with a look of shock. She still remembered the stunning sword that flew away like a rainbow in front of the palace. She could not connect the bruised woman with that shocking sword.
This is the graceful and beautiful figure of this woman. Even if she is unconscious, she still has outstanding swordsmanship. Who else could she be if she wasn't the female swordswoman in white
She took a breath of cold air: "Who could hurt her like this? Is it the strange bird in the imperial city?"
Ning Jiujiu shook his head: "I don't know. Anyway, there is a very scary monster in the city now."
Ning Xiaoling said: "Since this fairy sister is not dead, the monster will definitely come after her. Do we... still want to save her?"
"Save." Ning Jiujiu said calmly: "Junior sister, go to Zhao Shisong's residence and ask Tang Yu for some medicine to heal injuries and stop bleeding."
Ning Xiaoling pointed at the woman and said, "The injury is so serious, why don't you let the prince hire an imperial doctor?"
Ning Jiujiu shook his head and said, "There's no need to create extraneous problems. Besides, the imperial doctor may not be able to save him."
"Oh..." Ning Xiaoling stood up reluctantly, picked up her umbrella, and walked out of the yard.
The water had boiled. Ning Jiujiu took a thin white sheet, tore it into strips, put it into a pot and boiled it for a while. Then he took a basin, poured hot water into the towel, and then carefully tore off the cloth. With her sword and clothes completely depleted, she had dozens of large and small wounds on her body, many of which had turned into scabs, and many of which were still bleeding. Under the large gash in her vest and clothes, there was a sword wound that split her skin. , and even the white bones underneath can be vaguely seen, which is extremely eye-catching.
And after the blood had condensed, it was already tightly stained on the clothes. Ning Jiujiu had no choice but to pick it up along the gap with a dagger, and then carefully tear it off.
The smell of blood became stronger.
Ning Jiujiu wrung out the towel and wiped her body.
"Sister Tang Yu was not here, so I asked the housekeeper for some. I didn't know if it would be of any use." Ning Xiaoling happened to see this scene when she came back from getting the medicine. She paused for a while, looking at the fragments of clothes on the floor, and then at He glanced at the blood-stained body, swallowed, and said: "Senior brother, this kind of thing... do you want me to do it?"
Ning Jiujiu shook his head, just spread his hands and said: "Medicine."
When Ning Xiaoling handed over the medicine bag, she looked into his clear and calm eyes, and suddenly felt that she was dirty.
Ning Jiujiu took the medicine bag, opened it and sniffed it gently. After confirming that there was no problem, he began to apply it evenly to her more seriously injured parts. Even in a coma, the woman still made some natural hums because of the pain. If it weren't for the mask, you could see her frowning from time to time due to pain.
Ning Xiaoling squatted aside, holding her nose and squinting as she watched Ning Jiujiu apply medicine and bandage on her. She had to admit that there was nothing faulty about her senior brother's technique, especially the bandaging technique. The angles and gaps when winding the strips were carefully controlled, and even the final knot was tight and tight, with a symmetrical beauty, which she found somewhat pleasing to the eye.
Ning glanced at her for a long time. The girl was slightly startled and made a hum in inquiry.
Ning sighed for a long time: "Go get some clean clothes."
Only then did Ning Xiaoling realize that although this sister was wrapped in cloth, she could still be considered naked.
The girl looked her over, feeling a little annoyed for some unknown reason. She snorted softly and turned around to look for clothes in the cabinet.
After everything was settled, Ning Jiujiu picked her up and put her on the bed.
Just when he was about to point at her neck and untie her acupuncture points, Ning Xiaoling suddenly stopped him: "Wait a minute."
Ning Jiujiu asked: "What's wrong?"
Ning Xiaoling smiled slyly and asked, "Senior brother, don't you want to see what this fairy looks like?"
Ning Jiujiu said: "Since she is wearing a mask, she doesn't want others to see her appearance, why bother forcing it?"
…
When the woman opened her eyes, she subconsciously touched her face and found that the touch of her fingers was very soft.
She found that her pure white and broken mask had been removed at some point and placed on the table aside.
The woman was shocked and quickly recalled what happened before she fell into coma. Although her head felt swollen and painful, she still gritted her teeth and lifted the brocade quilt covering her body. She looked at the brand-new clothes and the tied The bandage is meticulously applied, and the teeth gently bite the lower lip.
"Are you awake?" A voice asked nonsense.
(PS: There will be another chapter tonight)