Yuan Xianger found a cave sheltered from the wind and placed the injured Shifu in it.
"He's hurt too badly, and he's still in the blood of the human race, and his recovery ability is far inferior to that of the demon race. What can we do?" Hu Qing helped Yuan Xianger cut off the bloody clothes, bandaged the wound, and faced the bloodstained man. The body frowned.
Yuan Xianger drew two sets of formations on the ground to gather spiritual energy and heal wounds, and recited the Golden Arrow Summoning Mantra repeatedly in a low voice, but it only stopped the bleeding.
Shifu was lying in the formation with a pale face, still unconscious, and even developed a high fever.
Yuan Xianger took out the glass-like transparent fruit that Bai Penny left her. Before the tree spirit fell asleep, she told herself that this fruit had a miraculous healing effect.
"Shall we try this?"
The fruit of the size of a pine nut is crystal clear, with some fine lines on the top, like a small crystal heart.
Yuan Xianger tried to inject spiritual power into it, and the crystal-like fruit brightened. Slowly leaving Yuan Xianger's palm, hovering in the air, emitting a pure white and gentle light.
The gentle white light covered Shi Fu's body, Shi Fu's bloodless complexion finally eased, and the tightly locked eyebrows gradually loosened.
Shi Jun followed by, handing a towel to Hu Qing for a while, and watching Yuan Xiang'er cast a spell eagerly for a while. Tears had already covered his face, but because he was afraid of disturbing the rescue of his brother, he didn't dare to cry out, so he could only grit his teeth and hold back, the tears fell down with snot and snot.
Yuan Xianger twisted a hot towel for him, "Wipe your face."
Shi Jun took it over, wiped his face, and thanked her obediently, "Thank you, sister."
His nose and eyes were all red from crying, and he asked timidly, "My brother, he will be fine, right?"
This is a smart, clever and emotional child. The estrangement from the first acquaintance has long since disappeared. Yuan Xianger reached out and touched his head.
"The tree god left the fruit very effective, don't worry, we will do our best to save him."
The clear little fruits are always hovering in the air, exuding a soft light of healing. Yuan Xianger really could not have imagined that the tree spirit could still leave such a healing instrument that exudes kindness to mankind before falling asleep.
Shi Jun, who was anxious for two days and nights, was tired from crying, held his brother's hand, and fell asleep beside him.
After bandaging Shi Fu's wound, Hu Qing twisted a cool handkerchief and put it on his hot forehead.
Seeing those chapped lips parted slightly, whispering softly,
"Mother… "
"Ah, the kid misses his mother."
For Hu Qing, who lived a few hundred years older, of course, humans who are less than 20 years old can still be regarded as children.
"Their mother is the Qinglong we are looking for."
"Ah, you mean that blue dragon?" Hu Qing covered his mouth, "Qinglong has traveled to and from the world for sixty years, and the dragon just came back last year, so these two children may have never seen their mother. ."
Not every mother of every race has the same habit of caring and raising children as humans.
Yuan Xianger rubbed the fruit of Bai Penny in her hands, and stood side by side with Hu Qing at the entrance of the cave, looking at Chishi Town, which was full of smoke at the foot of the mountain.
The dryad waited here for a long time year after year, but he didn't know that his family's lifespan had long since passed away like a mayfly, and even the human beings he loved had disappeared from this world for hundreds of years.
"When I go back, I will try to plant him in the yard. He likes us humans so much, and I really want to keep him from being so disappointed."
"Well, he must still have a chance to live in the world he likes organically." Hu Qing took Yuan Xianger's arm, "I like you too, although there are hateful guys like Miao Dao, but there are also people like A You are such a lovely person."
Yuan Xiang'er reached out and pinched her arm, "I also like monsters. Each one is so beautiful that I can't help but want to pinch them."
"Don't pinch me, you want to pinch your Nanhe." Hu Qing and her pinch each other, "I can smell it in the town today, saying that every time you bully people so much that it smells so strong , but you have to endure it, isn't it too much?"
Yuan Xianger touched her head, "Every time I bully him, it seems a little too much."
There was the sound of branches and leaves plucking from the jungle, and a silver-white Sirius separated the branches of the bush and ran up the mountain.
He walked up the mountain with the blood-like setting sun, and walked all the way, all the way, the awe-inspiring murderous aura fell off the ground, and when he came to Yuan Xianger, the frost in his eyes had turned into spring water, and he stretched his head and rubbed it affectionately. Rubbing Yuan Xianger's face.
Hu Qing pushed Yuan Xianger, Yuan Xianger blushed inexplicably, and climbed up Nanhe's back.
Riding a silver wolf in the mountains at dusk may be the best enjoyment in the world.
The sky is misty, the sunset is brilliant, and the undulating tree canopy is covered with the golden glow of the setting sun.
The best thing is that such a romantic and affectionate world will soon enter a deeper darkness with knowledge and interest, that charming night with an ambiguous fragrance.
The cool night breeze blew across her cheeks, Yuan Xiang'er leaned against Nan He's neck on his back, wrapped her hands around Nan He's neck, and rubbed the soft hair there.
"Xiao Nan is angry today?"
"That person asked you to marry... three men in front of me." Nan He bared his sharp teeth, still puzzled.
"Okay, calm down, you have torn down the whole town." Yuan Xianger laughed at this jealous wolf,
"Originally, I wasn't so greedy." Nan He's low voice sounded, with a hint of grievance that was not easily discernible, "But that day, on the roof of Lishe, I took everything you told me. I... How to endure other people coveting you."
Yuan Xianger lay down on Nan He's back, "Of course what I said is true. What Xiao Nan said, I also take it seriously."
"what?"
"You said you were going to give me the whole person, and you said that if you were the first and the last."
The silver Sirius beneath her had red ears.
"Today's first gentleman looks delicious. I'm the only one in total, but he was interrupted before he could enjoy it. I don't know if it's too late to regret it now?" Yuan Xianger's voice It slid into his red ears.
Scattered in all directions, the big monster that overturned the entire Chishi Town lost the ability to fly for a while, and with a clatter, it fell into the dense jungle on the ground together with the wolf, splashing grass and leaves in the sky.
…
When Yuan Xianger came back from the jungle alone, there was still a red glow on her face, and her head was covered with messy blades of grass.
"Where did you go, Ah Xiang?" Wu Yuan circled around her, "What smells on your body, Ah Xiang, why is it so fragrant, did you steal something delicious behind my back?"
Hu Qing lifted Wu Yuan away and teased Yuan Xianger, "Where's Nanhe?"
Yuan Xianger coughed and blushed. "He's a little embarrassed, late... Come out later."
"Is it really eaten by you?" Hu Qingmin said in Yuan Xiang'er's ear, "You are embarrassed to come out after bullying others?"
Yuan Xiang'er looked around quietly, bit Hu Qing's ears and whispered, "He's so cute, I couldn't hold back. It's the same with you, don't you want to see your Dushuo-sama lose his mind? ?"
"You... Are you talking about watching Lord Du Shuo gasp for a while?" Hu Qing covered his face, "Ah, indeed... Indeed, it's unbearable to think about it."
The sun sets and rises, and the long night passes,
Shifu in the cave woke up from a coma and felt severe pain everywhere in his body.
But since he can still feel pain, it means that he is still alive in this world. There were faint voices of women around, and the crackling of firewood burning and cracking in the flames. He appeared to be lying on a pile of straw, all wounds well treated, a comfortable blanket under him, a warm campfire burning beside him, and he was rescued and looked after well.
His eyelids were as heavy as lead, so much so that he could barely open a gap with all his strength.
The first thing Shi Fu saw was his younger brother Shi Jun, which made him heave a sigh of relief. Shi Jun obviously cried a lot, the tip of his nose was red, and there were still tears on his dirty little face. Perhaps tired of crying, he held his fingers and fell asleep beside him.
"His injury seems to have improved a lot, and he seems to have regained consciousness."
"It's great, I hope to get better soon."
Someone was talking beside me.
From the slits of his slightly opened eyes, he vaguely saw the fair arm stretched out, carefully wiping the cold sweat from his cheeks and neck, and then took off the handkerchief on his forehead and replaced it with an ice-cold handkerchief.
"Can you hear me? Shifu, would you like something to drink?"
"Don't be careful, you have passed the most dangerous time, and you will get better soon."
In the groggy, there was always a female voice whispering in his ear.
In this soft tone, he drifted back to his childhood in a trance.
When Shifu was very young, his father had already grown old. He missed his mother all his life, and his father, who was suffocated, lingered on the bed very early, and could not afford to be sick. When he was young, he took on the responsibility of taking care of his father and raising his younger brother with his young shoulders.
Because the people in the town are full of food all day long, few people are willing to go out to work, but Shifu does all the dirty work and is never picky. As long as he can earn more money, he can buy medicine to treat his father's illness, and he can raise his younger brother who has just broken out of the shell.
He is a child without a mother, and he never wants to lose his father and his family again.
That day, Shifu, who was injured in the Colosseum, developed a high fever on his way home and collapsed in the snow by the side of the road.
A woman passing by with a baby in her arms shook him up, "Child, you are sick, go home and find your mother?"
He had forgotten the mother's face, and only remembered the soft and warm hands that gently wiped the snow and ice from his forehead and helped him up.
It turned out that this was the mother's hand.
Under the warm yellow street lamp, the mother looked down at the child in her arms gently, her plump palm gently patted the child's burden, and the figure of the slowly leaving was engraved in the depths of Shifu's heart.
Since then, the young man with a difficult life has quietly looked forward to the arrival of his mother in his heart.
Whenever he was injured or sick, he always gritted his teeth and secretly fantasized about how he would take care of him tenderly if his mother came back.
My father always talked about my mother, saying that she was a gentle, beautiful and powerful person.
But until the boy turned into a teenager, a man who could provoke everything, the figure of the mother still did not appear. It was not until his father passed away with lifelong regrets that he knew that his mother was the famous Qinglong Lord.
Qinglong played in the world, going back and forth every sixty years, and she was not a mother who would take her children to heart.
Since then, the disappointed man has wiped the shadow of his mother from his heart, no matter how much pain and loneliness, he no longer expects the tenderness that will never appear.
It was only when he was tortured and tied to the altar, enduring the pain and dying, that he realized that he hadn't forgotten at all, and what he longed most was still to be able to see that person.
When Shifu opened his eyes, the painful and humiliating altar was gone. He was in a warm cave, a bonfire was burning in the cave, and the orange fire shone on the stone wall.
Beside the bed is the sleeping brother, the friend who rescued him from his pain, the young woman who bandages his wounds. A small lynx was spinning on the ground, and a powerful demon was squatting at the door.
Both warm and reassuring.
"Are you awake?" Yuan Xiang'er turned her head and asked him, "We are going to find Qinglong, do you want to go together?"