Looking at the fat man who fell into a coma in front of him, Fang Jie couldn't imagine how he walked all the way back, and what he had experienced before. When Qinlin Gol left, the fat man still had a bright smile on his face, and the joy of seeing his second senior brother whom he admired and respected the most was vivid on his face. At that time, Xiang Qingniu didn't have the slightest worry about climbing the Daxue Mountain. He was as ecstatic as a child who had successfully obtained a beloved gift.
But now, this fat man who never seemed to have anything to worry about lay quietly in front of Fang Jie, as if he had lost 90% of his vitality. The black Taoist robe on his body could no longer cover his body, and the exposed skin was covered with scars. Only the jade belt that symbolized the identity of the Central Plains Daoist was still clean and intact.
Even in the drowsiness, Xiang Qingniu's brows were still furrowed tightly, and the corners of his mouth kept twitching. He didn't know whether it was because of the unbearable pain caused by his injuries, or because he was experiencing another experience in his sleep. pain.
Fang Jie looked at him, feeling a sudden pain in his heart.
In the martial arts of the Central Plains, there has never been a shortage of people who dare to challenge the oppression, and there has never been a shortage of people who dare to point fingers at the sky. It is difficult to find a man who can straighten his back among the people who have been enslaved on the western prairie for thousands of years. In the Central Plains, such bloody men have not disappeared.
Some people may say that no matter how powerful the Buddhist sect is, no matter how serious the enslavement of the world is, isn't it not implicated in the Central Plains
The enslaved grassland people did not resist, so why should the Central Plains people resist
People with this kind of thinking may never understand Yang Qi, Su Tugou, Xiang Qingniu and the Central Plains Jianghu who went westward to die calmly more than ten years ago.
Seeing Xiang Qingniu coming back alone, Fang Jie could already guess the outcome of the battle on Daxue Mountain, but he couldn't imagine how tragic it would be. Only Xiang Qingniu came back, Yang Qi didn't, and the Chen brothers didn't. Maybe... just like Su Tugou who was smirking westward with Yang Qi a few years ago, he will never return to the eternal hometown in their hearts... the Central Plains.
Fang Jie tried to find some kind of elixir from Xiang Qingniu, he knew that Daozong's little golden elixir had the magical effect of bringing the dead back to life. But after rummaging through the broken Taoist robe, nothing was found. This fat man who regards money as his life has nothing now.
Zhuo Buyi, Shen Qingfan and the others all looked at Xiang Qingniu solemnly, with the most sincere admiration and deep worry in everyone's eyes.
There are a group of warriors who dare to challenge the so-called gods in this world, and there is no doubt that Xiang Qingniu is one of them. If Fang Jie didn't have too many fetters, maybe he was also the one who stood beside Xiang Qingniu and climbed the Daxue Mountain, and then buried his body under the ice and snow.
"Who can tell me how to save him!"
Fang Jie's voice was a little hoarse, with a trill.
No one answered, Zhuo Buyi shook his head slightly with a sad face, Shen Qingfan even turned his head away not wanting to look at Fang Jie's bloodshot eyes.
They all knew that Xiang Qingniu's injury was too serious.
Incomplete.
As a Daoist, the leader of the Taoist sect who has already realized his Daoist heart, and a rookie who has been placed high hopes by Wan Xingchen, he can come back after being injured like this, in fact, he already deserves the praise that everyone once gave him. Unwillingly, Zhuo Buyi stretched out his hand to check the pulse again, and after a few minutes, he let out a heavy sigh.
"The Qi meridian was completely destroyed, a corner of the dantian collapsed, and more than half of the 108 air pockets were shattered... With such a serious injury, someone else would have died long ago. He can walk nearly ten thousand miles with perseverance Coming back is a miracle."
"I don't want to listen to whether it's a miracle or not. I just want you to tell me whether he is still saved, whether he can be saved! I want to know whether he will die!"
Zhuo Buyi opened his mouth, but finally did not give the answer that Fang Jie already knew.
"If he can walk back, he will definitely not die!"
After a while, Fang Jie suddenly gritted his teeth and said something. He turned his head and glanced at the crowd and asked, "There are many treasures in this world that can bring the dead back to life. Tell me, tell me what's there, and I'll find it!"
"it's useless… "
Shen Qingshan came over and held Fang Jie's hand, looked at Fang Jie and said softly: "Those legendary things are hard to come by, even if you can find them, it won't take three to five days. I can't survive today. It was all because of perseverance that I was able to walk back before. The moment he saw our people, he breathed a sigh of relief, and wanted to continue his life... "
Shen Qingfan couldn't bear to continue to say the following words.
"Can't be saved?"
Fang Jie murmured, his shoulders trembling violently.
"etc!"
Standing beside Fang Jie, Mu Xiaoyao suddenly remembered something. She looked at Fang Jie with hope in her eyes: "Fang Jie, do you still remember that when you were in Fan Gu, you checked the Qi veins in your body, and there was only one I don’t know what kind of ability Qimai is, and then you left in a hurry when you had something to do, when I was cleaning the room, I found... the old tree that had been there for many years suddenly sprouted a leaf, and we told you about it later!"
Shen Qingfan's eyes lit up when she heard this!
"right!"
She nodded her head vigorously: "The ability of that energy channel, since it can make dead trees grow new shoots in spring, it may not be able to help people restore their vitality. Even if it doesn't work, you can try it. After all, this is the only way that can be used at present!"
Fang Jie was startled, and then immediately stepped forward and put his right hand on Xiang Qingniu's heart. He closed his eyes and searched for the energy channel in his body that he didn't know had any power. The unknown ability in this energy channel is squeezed out.
On his right hand, there is gradually a light green light looming, very soft, like the color of a bud that has just stretched out his body. When this light green light appears, there seems to be a lot of vitality in the room immediately Spreading out, everyone has a sense of comfort like a spring breeze, so gentle and comfortable.
Everyone held their breath, not daring to disturb Fang Jie.
There was anticipation in their eyes, and they clenched their fists involuntarily.
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Seeing that Fang Xie was on the verge of falling, Shen Qingshan immediately stepped forward to support him, and Mu Xiaoyao took out a handkerchief to wipe the sweat off Fang Xie's face. At this time, Fang Jie's face was pale as if he was dying of illness, without a trace of blood. His body was shaking constantly, as if he was exhausted, he couldn't even keep standing.
"Don't continue."
Mu Xiaoyao begged with a sobbing sound, clutching Fang Jie's hand and trying to stop him.
Fang Jie smiled gently at her, then shook his head.
He slowly took his hand out of Mu Xiaoyao's hand, and put it on Xiang Qingniu's heart again.
It had been a full half an hour, and he had almost squeezed out the power in that energy channel, but Xiang Qingniu still didn't improve, and was still falling asleep drowsily.
"If you don't save him again, you will fall down first."
Shen Qingfan persuaded: "Take a rest, okay? We won't stop you from saving him, but I just ask you to take a rest, okay?"
Fang Jie shook his head again, and said softly: "You are right, this may be the only way to save him. If I let him go to the gate of hell because of my giving up, I will not be able to sleep for the rest of my life." Rest easy. I'm fine, fine... don't worry, just let me try again, maybe in the next moment he'll open his eyes..."
Wanyan Yunshu didn't know what Fang Jie was doing, and she didn't know much about cultivation. But she could see that Fang Jie seemed to be using his own life to try to bring back the person who was about to lose his life. Seeing Fang Jie's pale face, his slightly trembling lips, and the bead-sized beads of sweat rolling down his face, Wanyan Yunshu couldn't control himself anymore, squatted on the ground and began to cry. But she was afraid of disturbing Fang Jie, so she tightly covered her mouth to prevent herself from making a sound, and tears rolled down her cheeks like a stream.
Zhuo Buyi turned to look at the outer door, biting his lip until blood appeared.
The room became extremely quiet, except for Fang Jie's heavy breathing, there seemed to be no sound. It lasted for another stick of incense, and Fang Xie's complexion turned sour that he looked like a dead person. The hand he placed on Xiang Qingniu's chest trembled uncontrollably, and the veins on the back of his hand were very clear.
"Please."
Mu Xiaoyao hugged Fang Jie's waist from behind: "Please don't continue, otherwise you will die!"
Fang Jie swallowed the blood gushing into his throat, thinking that he hid it well, but he didn't realize that the blood had actually painted his dark purple lips very brightly, which was particularly eye-catching compared with his pale face.
At this moment, he refused to give up his persistence like a monster.
"Hold on for a while, just for a while..."
He tried to make himself smile, but he didn't know how ugly his smile was at this moment.
He gritted his teeth and squeezed out the last bit of energy from his Qi veins, but he couldn't hold on any longer and fell down. If it wasn't for Mu Xiaoyao holding him from behind, he would have fallen heavily to the ground. The moment he fell, a voice kept circling in his mind.
"Can't it be saved? I can't save him?"
"I still haven't saved him..."
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The world is dark, so black.
Not a ray of light.
Perhaps this is the last struggle before the night leaves, so the black appears so strong and rampant. But no matter how stubborn black is, there will be time to leave the earth. When a gleam of light appears, light will fill the entire world.
That gleam of light was like the sound of a grand horn for an expedition, like the sweet murmur of a lover in the ear, like the cheers of people welcoming the arrival of the morning sun, and finally pulled the sleeping Fang Xie out of the darkness . That gleam of light was the slight opening of his eyelids.
With a groan in his throat, Fang Jie opened his eyes and saw the concerned faces in front of him.
"woke up!"
Seeing him open his eyes, everyone couldn't help but let out a cry of surprise.
His head hurts and his throat hurts too, Fang Xie can't feel anything else.
"Where's Xiang Qingniu?"
he asks.
The voice didn't seem to be his, rough and hoarse like the wind blowing through the stones next door.
"he… "
Shen Qing opened his mouth and then stopped, which almost completely dissipated the hope in Fang Xie's heart...
"idiot… "
A voice came from behind the crowd, extremely weak but stubborn: "Master, is it that easy to die... I knew you wouldn't just let me die, even if you die, you have to pull me back from the hands of Hades!" , so I'm back... Xiao Fangfang, Master Dao knows he won't make friends!"
His words were very confusing, sometimes he called himself Shishu, sometimes he called himself Daoye, and sometimes he called himself Laozi.
But he was very happy, proud and proud.
Happy, proud, proud, Fang Jie is his friend.
Fang Jie tried his best to sit up, and through the gap between people, he saw the haggard fat man lying on the recliner behind him, and saw him smiling at himself. Although there was still a sadness in his smile, it was still so sincere. So Fang Jie also smiled, and cursed with trembling lips.
"Fucking fat man..."
Xiang Qingniu pouted: "Dao Zun... can't die."