The Lingxiao Pavilion disciples fight internally, and many people die every year, but Zhou Dingjun can't help but feel a little alarmed when he looks at the brave brother who has never flinched.
Zhou Dingjun couldn't do this at his own expense, and he might admit defeat if he noticed that he was lost.
Staying in the green mountains is not afraid of not having firewood, this is the way of life. Not hitting the south wall and not looking back is a kind of persistence!
Seeing that Yang Kai was embarrassed, but his fighting spirit became stronger and stronger, Zhou Dingjun knew not to knock him out. Today's things are endless.
At this point, Zhou Dingjun waved his hand with a knife and slashed on the rushing Yang Kai's neck bone. Yang Kai's ferocious aura suddenly disappeared, his eyes lost, and his body fell limply.
Seeing this scene, the man standing on the canopy of a big tree dozens of feet away took out a booklet, turned a page at hand, and wrote: Trial disciple Yang Kai vs. ordinary disciple Zhou Dingjun, Zhou Dingjun won.
The person standing in the canopy of the tree has a graceful figure, apparently a woman, but the black veil mask makes people unable to see the true face, but the delicate eyebrows indicate that this person is not old, and this person wears a fallen leaf armband on his arm. But it showed the identity of this woman: the disciple of Lingxiao Pavilion's dark hall!
The hidden hall of the Lingxiao Pavilion is a special institution, under the jurisdiction of the third elder of the clan, and the disciples in the hall are responsible for recording the affairs of the clan, including the outcome of the duel between the disciples.
So challenge in the Lingxiao Pavilion, don't worry about not getting the contribution points if you win, the hidden disciple in the dark will definitely record the record and collect the president every month.
After the dark hall girl recorded the victory and defeat of the battle, she took out another smaller book from her waist and opened it for a glance. The book was written on the seventh day of May of the fourteenth year of Ji He, Yang Kai first. One hundred and forty-seven battles, lost!
Excluding this line of newly added handwriting, it densely records the results of all Yang Kai's battles, when and how many battles, the result is nothing more than one word: defeat!
Losing one hundred and forty-seven games in a row without a win. This can be said to be the only record since the establishment of the Lingxiao Pavilion. This record is enough to shock the world. The person is lying quietly on the ground at the moment, not knowing his life or death.
Yang Kai has never challenged others. These one hundred and forty-seven games were all challenged by others. That is to say, he was challenged every five days. This kind of life has been going on for more than two years.
Looking at Yang Kai underneath, Xia Ning Chang frowned slightly. She did not understand why Yang Kai persisted to such an extent. She has been relegated to a trial disciple of the High Heaven Pavilion. Even her own survival and food and clothing are a problem. Why does he Still staying in The Peak Tower? If he leaves here, his life will be much better. What kind of persistence does this thin young man have in his heart? Let him lose 147 games in a row without being discouraged.
Perhaps this is the stupidity of men? Noting that Yang Kai was also a coincidence. Xia Ningchang, as a disciple of the dark hall, was assigned to monitor this area. Every time Yang Kai was challenged, every time she was stunned, she saw it in her eyes. Once or twice, it was nothing. The more times, Xia Ning Chang began to pay attention to this young man with only three levels of body tempering.
She really wanted to know, with his perseverance, when he would insist on leaving Lingxiao Pavilion. This kind of aptitude and this kind of cultivation speed are simply not suitable for staying in this arena. The world of ordinary people is his home.
Everyone was scattered underneath, and Yang Kai was the only one left to faint to the ground, people coming and going, time passing by.
Xia Ningchang's figure flickered and disappeared above the tree canopy.
When Yang Kai woke up again, he was already on three poles. There was no pain in the whole body, and he staggered to his feet. Yang Kai glanced around and found that the place he was no longer fainted, but under the shade of a nearby big tree.
This is really strange, is there any fellow apprentice who is so kind today to carry himself? This was something that had never happened before, Yang Kai frowned and scratched his head, vaguely remembering that a dim figure was dangling in front of his eyes in his confusion. But this memory is too vague, I can't even think about it.
But between where I was standing and where I was in a coma, there was a very obvious trace of dragging, and this trace was clearly caused by dragging a person to the ground.
I felt my back again, and suddenly a scorching pain came.
Yang Kai was stunned for a moment, then furious! The slight favor of the benefactor who did good deeds disappeared instantly. This person must have dragged himself from there directly, otherwise, how could his back be worn out with blood.
It's better to leave yourself there and leave it alone! Yang Happy thought.
While depressed, Yang Kai suddenly realized that his right hand seemed to be holding something, and looked down in doubt, only to see a small finely crafted porcelain bottle holding it in his hand.
What's this? This porcelain bottle is definitely not his own. Yang Kai has no long objects, except for his clothes and a broomstick. Where can this be
A label was affixed to the small porcelain bottle with words on the label. Yang Kaiding looked at it and muttered: "Blood coagulation and blood stasis ointment!"
Yang Kai still knew about blood coagulation and stasis ointment.
This is Lingxiao Pavilion's plaster for treating trauma. Although it is not a masterpiece, it has a remarkable effect on trauma. Generally, each disciple will carry a bottle with him in case of accidents. And just such a bottle of plaster is not cheap at the Lingxiao Pavilion logistics office.
Ten o’clock sect contribution is worth a bottle!
How much contribution can Yang Kai get in a month of sweeping? It was just ten o'clock, that is to say, the value of the bottle of plaster in his hand is equivalent to Yang Kai's sweep of the land for a month!
who is it? At this moment, Yang Kai's head could not help but a fierce move surged, and the pain behind his back also suddenly eased a lot. It has been three years since I came to Lingxiao Pavilion. In three years, Yang Kai has been accustomed to seeing this sect disciple's injustice, and the world is scorching, but nowadays, some people will leave a bottle after being injured. This practice of coagulating blood stasis ointment deeply touched Yang Kai.
It turns out that the disciples of this sect are not all cold people.
Perhaps, such a bottle of traumatic plaster is nothing to that person, but to Yang Kai, it is the most needed thing right now.
There is a saying called the grace of dripping water, which is unforgettable. In the future, it will grow up, and the spring will repay it!
While moved, Yang Kai tried hard to recall that figure, but it became increasingly blurred. On the contrary, a faint scent lingers on the tip of the nose for a long time.
"This medicine turns out to be fragrant?" Yang Kai suddenly learned a lot.
He calmed down, straightened his clothes, and cherishedly stuffed this bottle of blood coagulation and blood stasis ointment into his arms. Yang Kai held up the broom in his hand and continued his work of sweeping the floor.
I swept inside and out, and kept busy until midday, when today's work was finished. Dragging his tired and hungry body, Yang Kai returned to his cabin.
The injury from a fight in the morning has not been dealt with. Although Yang Kai is hungry, he can only endure it, and deal with the injury first.
Taking off his Tsing Yi, Yang Kai brought a basin of clean water to wash his body. If someone saw Yang Kai's physical condition on the sidelines, he would be surprised.
Yang Kai's body is very weak and thin, and the ribs in the abdomen are clearly visible. He doesn't seem to have much meat on his body, but on this malnourished body, there are bruises and scars everywhere, and there is almost no place. Is intact.
He was challenged every five days, every time he was defeated, and every time he was knocked out. The old injuries have not faded, and new ones have been added. As a person, I'm afraid I couldn't bear such pain, but Yang Kai resisted it. Not only did he resist it, he also practiced sweeping the floor every day, and was not affected by these injuries at all.
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