At dawn, the Xuanming Cold Iron was buzzing in the cabinet. Duan Yao was exhausted from killing the enemy during the day. At this time, he was half asleep while wrapped in a quilt, and he only thought that he was dreaming.
Ye Jin didn't sleep for a whole night, staring at the flower, not knowing whether to use it or not, and how to use it, picking it up and putting it down dozens of times, his mind was in unprecedented chaos. Shen Qianfeng sighed inwardly, stepped forward and gently supported his shoulder: "Go back and rest for a while, okay?"
"It would be great if Senior Ghost Hand was here." Ye Jin's voice was a little hoarse, "He must have heard of Miltan." Why didn't he think of it before, as soon as he got this flower, he would write a letter to Ranshuang Island , just in case you need it.
"Phoenix has brought the dark guard back to the island to find Senior Ghost Hand. It will take about ten days to come and go." Shen Qianfeng said, "How is the emperor's situation?"
"The internal organs are not too seriously injured. The knife passed through the side of the body, and although the Xuanming Cold Iron is not light, the blade is thin and narrow. If it is replaced by a cloud-splitting knife, it may be really lacking in skills." Ye Jin closed his eyes and rested his forehead on his chest, "But that yin and cold air almost froze the wound, and also froze the heart. I really don't know how to treat it."
Shen Qianfeng frowned upon hearing this.
"What should I do?" Ye Jin was rarely at a loss.
"Can you hold on for ten days?" Shen Qianfeng leaned over slightly and looked up, "At least wait for Senior Ghost Hand to come."
"I... try." Ye Jin nodded hesitantly.
Shen Qianfeng took him into his arms: "Don't be afraid, Huang Yuan was poisoned at the beginning, you haven't seen it before, but in the end, he still took his life back from the hands of the King of Hell, the emperor is lucky, this time it will be fine. "
Ye Jin grabbed his clothes and said in a low voice, "Well." I hope.
Since waking up once last night, Chu Yuan has been in a drowsy sleep, occasionally coughing twice with a hoarse voice, but he can't hear Duan Baiyue talking in his ear, his body is cold, and his breathing and pulse are so weak that they almost stop.
Before going to the battlefield, the rest of them made a special trip around to take a look. Seeing Si Xi Shou silently waving at the door, they all turned around and left. After a while, Miao Xin also came over, and Si Xi greeted him and said, "Master, the emperor is still sleeping, and the lord has instructed that no one is allowed to go in to disturb him."
"I just met Duan Xiaowang, and I heard a few words from him." Miaoxin asked, "How is the emperor?"
Sixi sighed: "I'm afraid I have to ask Ye Guzhu."
Miao Xin frowned. At this time, the trumpet sounded again in the distance. It was the Chu army who launched a new round of offensive, so she didn't say anything, and turned her head to the battlefield to respond to the enemy.
Chu Yuan moved his fingers slightly, opened his eyes and looked at the top of the bed.
"Xiaoyuan." Duan Baiyue stayed for a whole night, and it was hard to see him awake. "What do you think?"
Chu Yuan intertwined his fingers, and after a while, he asked, "How long have I slept?"
"Not long, just one night." Duan Baiyue said, "The battle outside is not over. It's just noon."
Chu Yuan nodded and put his right hand on his cheek with difficulty: "Go and rest for a while."
"Don't go." Duan Baiyue held his hand, "I'll sleep when you're well."
Chu Yuan smiled: "Stupid."
"Well." Duan Baiyue raised her head, wanting to let the tears go back, "I'm stupid."
Chu Yuan closed his eyes and rested for a while, after slowing down his strength, he took off his dragon jade wrench and gently shoved it to him.
Duan Baiyue suddenly pulled his hand away, as if a knife was twisting in his heart: "Don't make trouble."
"It's not for you." Chu Yuan's voice was intermittent, "For Xiaoman, tell Taifu that he is from the Chu family."
"Xiaoyuan." Duan Baiyue grabbed his hand tightly, "Don't think wildly, you'll be fine, okay?"
"Take me back to the southwest." Chu Yuan looked at him, almost exhausting all his remaining strength.
"Okay, okay, I'll take you back to the southwest." Duan Baiyue nodded casually, wiping away his tears with a trembling thumb, "I won't go anywhere, we'll go home now."
The whole body was so cold that it was like falling into an ice cellar. Chu Yuan was leaning against his chest in a daze. It was the only temperature he could feel. With his hand firmly in his palm, the fear and pain were a little less. Ever since I met him, scene after scene flashed through my mind, thinking of overseas islands and other courtyards in the south of the Yangtze River that I have not been to, and finally fixed on the red brocade hanging in the courtyard in the Southwest Mansion, and immediately fell back into darkness.
Duan Baiyue has been holding his wrist, for fear that the weak pulse will suddenly disappear, self-blame and remorse will almost tear the whole person to shreds, no longer dare to recall yesterday's situation. If this is really the doomed catastrophe, then what is the rest of his life to speak of.
Chu Yuan moved his body slightly, as if he was dreaming, with water mist hanging on his eyelashes, and shrank back into his arms.
"Don't be afraid." Duan Baiyue hugged him and coaxed in a low voice, but there was no more light in her eyes, she just whispered, "I will accompany you wherever you go in the future."
Nan Moxie listened outside for a while, then stomped his foot and ran to find Ye Jin.
"Senior." Ye Jin was groggy, and after washing his face with cold water, he woke up.
Nan Moye threw a person in front of him.
Ye Jin hesitated: "Jing Liuhuan?"
Feiluan Building is the top intelligence building in Da Chu, and Jing Liuhuan is Jing Liutian's younger brother. Although he is not very skilled, he has been overseas for so many years and can always snoop on something. Yesterday, everyone was in a panic, and they forgot that there was such a person on board.
"It's not edible, it's poisonous," said Jing Liuxuan.
"Then how can I come back to life?" Ye Jin asked.
Jing Liuhui quickly said: "I once heard a story that if you put this scorpion on the deceased person, at least seven days, as many as more than a month will be able to wake up."
Ye Jin frowned: "That's all?"
Jing Liu said repeatedly: "Yes, yes." That's it.
Ye Jin: "..."
Nan Moxie also shook his head. Does it sound like a fart can only be used when a person is dead
"It's really poisonous." Before leaving, Jing Liuxuan warned again, for fear that Ye Jin would not believe it. He was imprisoned in prison, and he didn't know who was poisoned. He just wanted to please Ye Jin and make more contributions to save his life in the future.
Ye Jin stared at that Mitan for a while, wanting to try whether this thing was poisonous or not, but started to hesitate with scissors. A perfect circle, if you cut it with scissors, it will be completely useless.
"This... you still don't expect it." Nan Mo evilly said, "The emperor was injured by the Xuanming cold iron. If there is not much difference in the internal organs, then it is just the cold sword energy, and find a way to use internal force to force him. Come out."
"Senior said it simply." Ye Jin sat on the ground hugging his knees, "Use internal force to force Jian Qi, how should you force it, what if something happens?"
"If you don't think of a solution, something will really happen." Nan Moxie sat beside him with a sad face. He hesitated for a moment and then said, "The emperor just woke up for a while, took the Yulong wrench off, and said he would give it to Xiaoman."
Ye Jin widened his eyes when he heard this: "What is he thinking about?!"
"The emperor is a martial artist, so he can naturally tell whether he is good or bad. That's why I said, it really can't be delayed." Nan Moxie sighed, "I will heal the emperor tonight, you just need to think of a way, Just help protect the internal organs."
"I've never heard of this method before. Someone can still use internal force to force the sword energy out." Ye Jin still shook his head, "No way."
"You haven't heard of me before because you haven't met me before." Nan Moye corrected.
Ye Jin: "..."
"I can still harm the emperor." Nan Mo Xie's brain hurts, how can this doctor be so stubborn.
"Then why didn't senior say it yesterday?" Ye Jin asked.
Nanmo evilly said: "Because the situation of the emperor yesterday was not as bad as it is today, I thought that there might be other ways to be more secure."
Ye Jin looked at him, his mind was in chaos, and he didn't know whether he should agree or not.
"Your Highness Ninth, Your Highness Ninth." Si Xi hurried over and said out of breath, "Quick, His Majesty, he vomited blood."
The tense strings in Ye Jin's heart snapped, and rushed over like crazy.
In order not to disturb the military's heart, Chu Yuan's injury has been concealed all the time. The rest of the people only know that the emperor was injured, but they only think that it was caused by ordinary swords, and it will be better after ten days or eight days. Seeing that Ye Jin didn't want his life, he rushed forward, and only faintly felt that the emperor's situation seemed to be not very good.
Chu Yuan was leaning against Duan Baiyue's arms, there was a blood-stained cloth beside the bed, and the whole person was still in a coma.
Ye Jin held his wrist, his face turned pale instantly, and looked up at Duan Baiyue anxiously.
Duan Baiyue closed her eyes, lowered her head and pressed her head against the icy cheek, her heart seemed to be numb, and the pain that was piercing the lungs didn't know where to go at this moment, she just felt in a trance, couldn't tell the difference, and didn't want to distinguish the surroundings. What's all the fuss about.
Sixi "putong" knelt on the ground, her lips trembling: "Your Majesty..."
"Why are you kneeling after all this time!" Nan Moxie patted him on the head, "Go and boil some hot water, hurry up, there is still help!"
Ye Jin's eyes flashed brightly, as if holding on to a life-saving straw: "Senior?"
Si Xi agreed, and didn't care about the meaning of his words. He only heard the words "there is still help", and hurriedly stumbled out. Nan Moxie rolled up his sleeves, and sent Duan Nian, who was guarding the door, to call the others back. He went back to his room and brought the white jade cocoon and put it on Chu Yuan's neck.
"Master?" Duan Baiyue was confused.
"Silly boy." Nan Moxie pulled him away and ordered, "Get out!"
"Master has a solution?" Duan Baiyue asked again.
Seeing that his eyes had turned blood red, and the whole person lost his energy, Nan Moye simply slapped him in the chest and slapped him unconscious.
Ye Jin: "..."
"Take him back to rest." Nanmo evilly said.
Ye Jin agreed and called the guards to carry Duan Baiyue to the next room. He was not at ease and tried his pulse. It was the first time he saw such a master. I'm afraid I'll be dying of blood.
When he returned to the room again, Chu Yuan had already been wrapped in white jade cocoon on his head and wound, and he could hold on for a while longer.
"Senior." After the panic just passed, Ye Jin has calmed down quite a bit, "What am I going to do?"
"As I said earlier, prescribe some medicines to protect the emperor's internal organs." Nan Mo evilly said, "The rest is nothing."
The pulse phase has been completely untouchable, and the worst is nothing more than the situation at this time, Ye Jin finally nodded in agreement. Chu Yuan couldn't drink any medicine, so he could only retreat and ask for silver needles. After about a stick of incense, Ye Jin stood up and wiped his sweat: "Okay."
"It's hard work." Nan Moxie patted him on the shoulder, "Go outside to guard, don't let anyone approach. If my stupid apprentice wakes up, I'll leave it to you to take care of it."
"How long does it take for senior to heal?" Ye Jin asked.
Nan Moxie glanced at the sky and said, "It will be done tomorrow morning."
Ye Jin nodded: "Thank you, senior."
"Don't come in." Nan Moxie instructed again, and locked the door with his backhand when he entered the house.
Ye Jin and the Imperial Forest Army stood guard outside, and after a while, the others hurried back. Hearing that Nan Moxie knocked out Duan Baiyue and was healing the emperor, he was shocked.
"Using internal strength to force sword wounds?" Xian Weng was confused. He had known each other for many years, but he had never heard of such a skill.
Duan Yao said blankly, "Is it reliable?"
"Can't you wait for Senior Ghost Hand to come?" A Li also asked.
Ye Jin shook his head and said in a low voice, "It's too late, the emperor is almost... Not to mention ten days, even half an hour, I'm afraid I won't survive."
"What?" Duan Yao thundered, "Then..."
"Senior said it with great certainty," Ye Jin looked exhausted, "Besides, the only option is to let go and gamble." No matter what, it's better than pinning your hopes on that buddha.
There was silence at the scene, and everyone looked at each other in dismay. They were so anxious that they had no choice but to sit on the deck with their weapons and guard the closed wooden door.
Miaoxin stood on the other side, her eyes were slightly closed, the rosary in her hand was spinning, and she muttered and recited the scriptures.
Inside the room, Nan Moxie sat at the table, staring sadly at the pen, ink, paper, inkstone, and inkstone on the table, regretting that he didn't follow Duan Yao's husband to learn a few more words, so at this time, it was impossible to write longer letters.
After finally filling a page, Nan Moxie wiped his face and folded the letter paper. Sitting on the edge of the bed, looking at Chu Yuan for a while, he suddenly sighed: "You are doing well. When you get married in the future, don't forget to give Master an extra jar of good wine." After speaking, he stretched out his hand to remove the white jade wax from his body. Feng, he helped the person to sit up.
The night passed so slowly that even time seemed to be stuck together. The war in the distance has stopped, but it was not possible to capture the island of Xingzhou as smoothly as previously estimated. Even Xue Huaiyue did not expect that there would be so many people and monsters on the small island of Xingzhou. Ordered to temporarily withdraw the rest.
Duan Baiyue was still in a coma, Nan Moxie's palm used 50% of her internal strength, and it was estimated that she would lie down for a while.
When the eastern sky was finally stained with a layer of orange-red, everyone felt a sense of separation from the world, and the tormented night of staying here seemed like a lifetime.
The house is very quiet.
"How's it going?" A Li asked in a low voice.
Qu Yunzhi shook his head.
Everyone looked at Ye Jin.
"Wait." Ye Jin hesitated.
"But it's getting bright." Duan Yao said, "Master said earlier, was it a night?"
Ye Jin stretched out his hand and let Shen Qianfeng pull him up.
"Otherwise, why don't you take a peek at it?" A Li said again, "There was no movement at all this night. I really… don't disturb the seniors, okay?"
Ye Jin poked open the paper on the window with his fingers and glanced inside.
…
"What's wrong?" Seeing the sudden change in his face, Duan Yao was almost stunned, reaching out to push the door, but Xian Weng took the lead.
There was a faint smell of medicine in the room, Chu Yuan was lying on the bed, his chest heaving slightly. Nan Moxie fell to the ground motionless, his body was cold, and he had long since lost his breath.
"Master!" Duan Yao's soul was scattered, and he stepped forward and hugged him, "Master, wake up."
Ye Jin suddenly covered his mouth and his eyes were red.
"I know, there is no way to use internal power to force sword energy!" Xian Weng regretted endlessly, and it was almost the same as exchanging life for life.
Duan Baiyue pushed open the door and stumbled in.
"Brother." Duan Yao almost broke down crying, "Master, he..."
Duan Baiyue looked at the scene in front of him, his head roared, his fists were clenched tightly, and his eyes were blood red.
"This is a letter left to you by senior." A Li handed the letter to him.
Duan Baiyue took it a little stiffly.
The fonts are horizontal and vertical, and if you can't write, you will use circles instead. When Duan Baiyue was in the golden silkworm thread at first, Nan Moxie really wanted to use his internal force to force it out, but later found that it was impossible, so he turned to the next thing, wanting to lead all the golden silkworm threads to himself, but only Before he could research the inner strength method, Chu Yuan had already led someone to find Tianchensha.
Later, after all, it was okay to be idle, so Nan Moxie perfected the internal skills that he had thought about one by one in the ice room alone, and practiced a set of evil Kung Fu—a set of evil Kung Fu that was useless. After all, apart from his two precious apprentices, he felt that unless he was full and panicked, he would only want to poison others to himself.
But at the time, it was overlooked that when the apprentice grew up, he always wanted to marry a daughter-in-law. The daughter-in-law of the apprentice was also his own apprentice.
When writing this letter, Nan Moye was calm. After living for so many years, it should be enough to get in and out of the grave. The only regret is that I couldn't eat the wedding wine of the two apprentices, and I couldn't sit in the big sedan chair carried by eight people to go to Wangcheng for a parade.
But people live forever, how can they be happy everywhere.
Nan Moxie sighed, sealed the letter, and finally glanced at the blue sky outside.
"Midan, what about Mitan?" A light suddenly flashed in Ye Jin's mind, and he rushed out and took the box.
Duan Yao had placed Nan Moxie on his bed and was scrubbing him. Ye Jin put the dried flower on his chest, but he didn't know what else he could do.
Duan Yao whispered: "Thank you."
Ye Jin shook his head: "Master will wake up."
Duan Yao bit her lower lip and nodded desperately.
"Senior Nan, will you be okay?" Outside the door, A Li also asked, "Yunzhi said that the senior is an evil sect of kung fu, and he often goes to the grave to sleep for a few years or months every now and then."
"There is no corpse in the ice room, how do you wake up again? You can't just bury it in the soil and come out again." Xian Weng sighed, "Besides, this time is not as good as before, and the emperor's poison was poisoned only. afraid… "
A Li frowned: "Will there be an ice room on Xingzhou Island?"
As soon as these words came out, everyone suddenly thought of a person.
"Jing Liuhui!"
"Yes, no, no, no!" Jing Liuhui was taken over by the dark guard, and he was a little panicked for a while.
"Are there or not?" Sikong Rui wanted to knock him on the head.
"There is no ice room, there is an ice coffin." Jing Liuhui said, "It was also made by Hanyu, on Xingzhou Island!"
"Also." Xian Weng nodded, "Only three days, within three days, you must get the ice coffin."
"Then what are you waiting for?" Sikong Rui slapped his thigh fiercely, "Fight!"
Xue Huaiyue waved his command, the horn sounded again, and the Chu army's voice was loud and resounded through the sky.
Duan Baiyue gently covered Chu Yuan's quilt, went to Nan Moxie's bed, kowtowed three times, turned around and strode out the door.
"Brother!" Duan Yao called behind him, "Your sword."
Duan Baiyue turned around.
Duan Yao held the Xuanming Cold Iron in both hands, and the totem of the sword body filled the air, reflecting a dazzling light in the sunlight.
Duan Baiyue nodded: "Thank you."
Duan Yao smiled and threw the sword to him far away.
Duan Baiyue stretched out his hand to catch it, Xuan Minghan Tie seemed to suddenly have life, those vines climbed up his arm in an instant, and instantly merged with the bloodline.
"This is... the legendary Bodhi Heart Sutra?" Looking at the blue totem slowly emerging from the back of Duan Baiyue's hand and neck, A Li asked in a low voice.
"Maybe." Qu Yunzhi's voice was even lower than hers, and he ducked behind his daughter-in-law, looking scary.
A Li: "..."
The battle between the two armies was in full swing, the sea was beating with thunder and thunder, and people were constantly tossing and falling into the sea. A team of rebels set up the throwing platform, and before they could fill up the kerosene bombs, they were suddenly weightless under their feet.
There was screaming in the rebel boat camp, rolling and crawling into a crowd, looking at the Shura-like man in front of him with fear, and the strange totem in his hand, like a demon sword that had completely woken up from a deep sleep. .