"Ah?" Song Qingshu was stunned for a moment, and he didn't care too much at the moment, so he rushed over. You must know that there are some snakes in this world that are extremely poisonous, and Shen Bijun doesn't know internal strength. Once bitten by such a snake, it will really disappear in minutes. Yu died.
Rushing into the bushes, Shen Bijun's dress was intact, but he frowned and covered his calf with a worried expression on his face.
"Where is the snake?" Song Qingshu hurriedly asked, even if later generations are bitten by a snake, the hospital will ask this question immediately, so that the corresponding serum can be prepared. Although Song Qingshu doesn't have serum, if he knows what kind of snake it is, he It is also good to know whether the snake is poisonous or not.
Shen Bijun shook his head, and said with lingering fear: "It...it ran away after biting me, and I didn't see it clearly."
Song Qingshu frowned slightly, squatted down in front of her, and grabbed her calf. Who knew that Shen Bijun instinctively shrank his legs into the skirt: "You... what are you doing?"
Song Qingshu rolled his eyes and said in a deep voice, "I want to take a look at your wound!"
In fact, Shen Bijun regretted her words as soon as she uttered them. She is not stupid, and she roughly guessed the reason, but it was a lady's instinctive reaction just now, and she didn't know how to explain it for a while, so she could only silently let him check her calf.
The sword in Song Qingshu's hand was extremely sharp, and he quickly cut the cloth on her calf. Seeing the shape of the wound and the faint fishy smell coming from it, he couldn't help but feel a sinking heart: "You were bitten by a poisonous snake."
Without waiting for the other party's response, he quickly tapped a few acupuncture points on her body to protect her heart, and then used the Yiyang finger healing technique to move around the acupuncture points on her legs like flying.
"Am I going to die?" Seeing his serious face, Shen Bijun's face paled a little. Seeing that she was about to regain her freedom, she fell to the bottom when she was the happiest. No matter how strong she was, she couldn't bear this strong contrast. Can't live.
Song Qingshu comforted: "Don't worry, how could you die if I'm here." He is now very powerful, and he has had several experiences of healing from poisoning, so how can mere poison be able to kill him.
But he quickly frowned again and said: "This snake is a bit poisonous, it took so long to force out such two drops of poisonous blood, Bi Jun, please be patient."
When Shen Bijun heard the first half of his sentence, she couldn't help but relax. In her heart, the other party was an omnipotent person. Since he said this, it was obviously true, but after hearing the second half of his sentence, her whole heart It was brought up again in an instant, and I wanted to ask again, but seeing the other party's face focused on persecuting, and worried about disturbing him, I could only worry about gains and losses by myself.
Song Qingshu put up all his energy and used his Yang finger to coordinate with the technique of the Taixuan Jing. It took two hours to force out the poisonous blood in her body bit by bit.
Seeing that the blood from her wound had returned to normal bright red, he breathed a sigh of relief just now: "It should not be life-threatening, but this snake has a peculiar poison, and it takes so much effort to force it out with my current skills, saying Maybe there will be some sequelae or something, let's observe first."
At the same time, he secretly sighed, the ancient snakes, insects, rats and ants were rampant, this road is not so desolate, and they can encounter such poisonous snakes, it seems that later generations are more suitable for ordinary people to survive.
"Thank you, Brother Song..." Shen Bijun forced a smile. Song Qingshu had been busy for two hours, after all, she still had internal strength to support her, but she was delicate and frail, and she was poisoned again. Loosen, I only felt a burst of dizziness, and the whole person fainted involuntarily.
When Shen Bijun woke up from the coma, he found that his people had arrived in a dilapidated temple. This temple was not only very dilapidated, but also very small. In the small and dilapidated shrine, there seemed to be a mountain god, and the wind outside was blowing loudly. If it weren't for the fire that had been lit before the altar, Shen Bijun would have been frozen to death.
The wind leaked in from all directions, and the flames kept flickering. A man was warming himself by the fire with his hands outstretched, humming a song in a low corner of his mouth.
Shen Bijun was shocked, but soon recognized him as Song Qingshu, and gradually relaxed, and wanted to call him, but suddenly heard the melody of the song he was humming was completely different from the world's Gong Shangjiao Huiyu, The tune is indescribably desolate, indescribably bleak, indescribably lonely, and it doesn't suit him at all.
Shen Bijun thought to himself that he is a famous figure in the world at a young age, and there are so many confidante around him, why does he still feel so lonely
As soon as Shen Bijun opened her eyes, she was involuntarily attracted to him. After a long time, she realized that she shouldn't have paid so much attention to a man. She should have thought about her own situation first.
Naturally, there was no bed in the ruined temple, and her people slept on the divine table, which was covered with a thick layer of straw. She couldn't help feeling that Brother Song was really considerate, no wonder so many women couldn't help but love him. on him.
"Are you awake?" Song Qingshu turned around.
Shen Bijun nodded, with a smile on his lips: "What song did Brother Song sing just now?"
"Singing nonsense." Song Qingshu replied indifferently.
Shen Bijun was taken aback, she had known far and wide in the south of the Yangtze River, surrounded by many talented men and honorable sons, never letting go of any opportunity to show her talents, she had never seen someone like Song Qingshu deliberately avoiding her.
Curious in her heart, she naturally didn't want to let it go: "Although I don't quite understand how those rhythms are arranged, it sounds very good. Did Brother Song create it himself?"
"I don't have that ability." Song Qingshu's current situation naturally disdains being a copywriter to borrow the beauty of others. "It's a piece of music that has been circulated in my hometown, and I followed it."
"Brother Song's hometown is really outstanding, I really want to see it." Shen Bijun is talented and beautiful. In this age, there are not many things that are enough to be hobbies. It is nothing more than piano, chess, calligraphy and painting. She also has a deep knowledge of rhythm , Seeing this, I couldn't help but feel a little happy.
But after she finished speaking, she blushed, because she realized that something was wrong. It was inevitable that people would be misunderstood when a girl's family told a man that she wanted to go to his house.
After finishing speaking, she hastily added: "Brother Song, are you homesick? Just listening to your song makes me feel homesick."
Song Qingshu glanced at her dumbly, thinking that she was indeed a well-known talented woman in Shanyin, and she could hear the emotion in it even though she couldn't understand it: "This song is indeed about my hometown, but I'm just being hypocritical all of a sudden. Some miss that world, but it really makes me choose, or this world is more attractive.”
Shen Bijun was a little puzzled when he heard it, thinking why the other party would mention this world or that world when he mentioned his hometown
Drowsy in her mind, she didn't want to continue lying down, and was about to get up and get off the divine table, when she suddenly heard Song Qingshu's cold voice: "Lie down!"