Yan Wushi said with surprise: "You haven't eaten it, how do you know it's Cistanche? It's clearly poison."
Although Shen Qiao suffered internal injuries and didn't even have the strength to speak, he could still tell the difference between poison and tonic.
"Cicstanbium japonica can only treat trauma, not much use to me..."
Fang Caixue Ting broke one of his sternum with a palm, and now his breathing is tingling, but for those who practice martial arts, this kind of trauma is a common occurrence, especially Shen Qiao and Kun Xieyi After the war, the injuries he suffered were numerous, including broken bones and the like, and internal injuries that were more troublesome.
Yan Wushi said lazily: "Then you can spit it out."
That thing has been swallowed by Shen Qiao, where can it be spit out
Facts have proved that it is completely useless to fight with Yan Wushi, Shen Qiao simply closed his mouth, and fell asleep after a while.
He hadn't slept for a long time. Even if he closed his eyes, his body was always in a state of alert half-dream and half-awake. When he woke up, it was just past noon. Looking around, Yan Wushi had disappeared.
Yan Wushi left alone? This idea emerged from Shen Qiao's mind.
He tried his best to sit up and leaned his back against the stone wall, trying not to get involved in the wound. Wet vines hung down from the top of his head, and water droplets fell on his cheeks, bringing a cold touch.
The original stabbing pain in the chest turned into a dull pain. It can be seen that the cistanche is still working. Shen Qiao performed cross-legged exercises to heal the injury. After a week, the infuriating qi in the body flowed throughout the body, bringing a warm numbness to the limbs and bones. Even the internal injury seems to have improved.
When he opened his eyes, there was a faint sound of footsteps in the narrow passage leading to the cave entrance.
Shen Qiao didn't get up because he could tell the identity of the person from the rhythm of his steps - since his eyes were broken, he deliberately trained his ear, and even pondered the subtle differences in each person's steps. Two points sharper than ordinary martial arts practitioners.
Sure enough, Yan Wushi walked in with a bunch of sparrows in his hand.
Shen Qiao: "Have you been out?"
Yan Wushi snorted: "Lend me your mountains and rivers and the sword of sorrow."
Naturally, Shen Qiao would not think that Yan Wushi took the sword to kill himself. He handed over the sword that never left his body and asked, "Did you not meet Xue Ting outside?"
As soon as the words fell, he found that the other party took his own sword, which was actually used to shave the sparrow.
"What are you doing!" Shen Qiao said angrily.
Yan Wushi asked strangely, "You eat sparrows with their hair?"
Shen Qiao's blood was surging, and he almost spit out another mouthful of blood: "That is the mountain and rivers and sorrows sword that Master left me!"
Yan Wushi took time to tidy up: "Why should A Qiao get angry, be careful to vomit blood. Qi Fengge is like a god in your mind, but after all, he still eats whole grains, even if he shaves his beard with this sword on his back, how do you know? "
While talking, he had already plucked the hairs of several sparrows clean. It was difficult for Yan Wushi to carry a long sword, yet he could lift a heavy weight lightly and use the effect of a dagger.
He put the sword into the stream again, washed off the sparrow feathers on it, and put the sword back into the scabbard and returned it to Shen Qiao's hand, and touched his cheek with a cold hand: "Okay, Qi Fengge is dead. After so long, even if you really took this sword to shave, he wouldn't be able to jump out and scold you. The sword is in your heart, not outside your body. You are the only one who can be so precious. Look at Yu Ai, that's not a gentleman. 'It was broken by me, and they replaced it with a new one without saying a word, and I didn't see him go to the grave of Qifeng Pavilion and cry."
Shen Qiao was so angry that he didn't want to talk to him anymore. It was a pity that he had just had a gong, otherwise he would have vomited blood.
Yan Wushi seemed to be in a good mood. He found a dry place, piled dead leaves and branches, lit a fire, and skewered the sparrows to roast.
After a while, the coke fragrance overflowed and drifted away.
He turned his head to look at Shen Qiao, the other party was exercising with his eyes closed, his side was like white jade, showing a warm brilliance under the sun, the blue collar wrapped a beautiful neck around it, and in the coldness of almost abstinence, it was revealed again An imperceptible softness.
Yan Wushi has seen countless beauties in his life, and many of them are as majestic and inviolable as the flowers of Gao Ling, but no one has ever been like this person in front of him, closing his eyes like a god and Buddha, and opening his eyes, there are three thousand red dust. gentle.
Just thinking of this, Shen Qiao opened his eyes: "When the night is quiet, I will go back to see Uncle Wu and Ah Qing."
Yan Wushi calmly peeled the sparrows off the branches one by one: "I said that if Xue Ting wants to maintain the glorious image of Buddhism, it is absolutely impossible to attack them in broad daylight. After Xue Ting appeared, the existence of that house was already exposed. , Wu Mi will know how to deal with it."
He had a cold nature and never cared much about the lives and deaths of others. In his opinion, since Wu Mi was a member of the Huanyue Sect and died for the Huanyue Sect, that was also his proper destination, that Ah Qing, Yan Wushi will never have the slightest sympathy, but he also knows very well what kind of person Shen Qiao is. I'm afraid that as soon as he says these words, the other party will go back and take a look.
If it was changed in the past, Yan Wushi would only watch from the sidelines, but today, he would actually clear up Shen Qiao's doubts.
Yan Wushi: "Do you know why I brought six sparrows back?"
Shen Qiao was stunned for a moment, not understanding why he suddenly asked such a question, he thought it had some deep meaning, tilted his head slightly, and really thought about it seriously.
Yan Wushi peeled off a piece of bark from somewhere and put the roasted sparrow on it.
When Shen Qiao saw it, he almost couldn't control the twitching of his face.
I saw six sparrows neatly stacked on the bark, and the five sparrows were equally spaced around the middle one.
Yan Wushi: "This is called the plum blossom sparrow."
Shen Qiao: "..." The name you want
Yan Wushi: "You have to eat the one in the middle before you can eat the one next to it."
Shen Qiao: "... why?"
Yan Wushi: "Because it looks more comfortable this way. If you take away the one next to you, the 'Plum Blossom' will be incomplete."
Shen Qiao was speechless, suspecting that he was ill again, and couldn't help but glance at the other party several times.
Yan Wushi looked calm, smiled back at him, and said softly: "A Qiao, I have some thoughts, do you have the heart to waste it like this?"
Shen Qiao never expected to be thanked by the other party for saving his life, but if this is the way of thanking... that would be too strange!
But thinking about Yan Wushi's behavior, Shen Qiao felt that it wouldn't be surprising if he came up with another "Pear Blossom Sparrow" and "Peach Blossom Sparrow" next time.
After all, not everyone can be so bored that they scramble the green beans on the plate one by one when they eat at the inn.
After hesitating for a moment, he finally picked up the sparrow in the middle and tried to take a bite.
The taste is okay except for the lack of salt.
Shen Qiao asked, "How is your injury now?"
Yan Wushi smiled slightly: "You will know if you touch it."
After all, he handed over his hand without hesitation.
The wrist acupuncture point has always been one of the gates of life. No matter how high the martial arts are, if it is held, the opponent will not dare to act rashly.
He suppressed the strangeness in his heart, put his hand on it, and pondered for a moment: "There are some internal injuries, but not serious, it should be fine after resting for a day or two, this mountain is cold and humid, and it is inconvenient everywhere, so it is enough to avoid it for a day or two. You can't hide for too long, what are your plans?"
Yan Wushi: "First go to Hanzhong, then to Chang'an."
Shen Qiao was surprised, and when that happened, he went around in a circle instead.
"I thought you would go directly to Chang'an. After entering Chang'an, with the Huanyue Sect and the protection of Lord Zhou, Xue Ting did not dare to act rashly."
Yan Wushi: "The news that I am not dead, since Xue Ting has already learned about it, even if others don't know it now, they will know it in a while. If you can think of going back to Chang'an, others will definitely think of it, from here On the only way to Chang'an, there will be countless ambush levels."
Shen Qiao hummed, he also thought of this layer.
Yan Wushi said: "When you kill me when Xue Ting and others kill me, are you only targeting me?"
Shen Qiao: "What they really want to deal with should be Lord Zhou."
Yan Wushi: "Yes, I also said that if Buddhism wants to expand its influence, it can only be achieved by those in power, so they must not fall into the stigma of murdering the king, otherwise, even if there is no Yu Wenyong, no matter what the future will be. When an emperor ascends the throne, it is impossible to reuse Buddhism. As for the Turks, Liuhe Gang, Fajingzong, etc., if they do this, it will not only be inappropriate, but also cause a lot of trouble. It is better to let Yu Wenyong's side People move quickly."
Yan Wushi's words were like a flash of lightning, instantly illuminating an area that Shen Qiao had not been involved in before: "Queen Ashina is a Turk!"
"Ruzi can be taught." Yan Wushi teased: "Ashina has been left out by Yu Wenyong for a long time, so he is naturally willing to help Duan Wenyang with a firewood. There is also the prince, who likes to be lazy and hate to work. The emperor has been dissatisfied with him for a long time, and the prince himself understands that if he doesn't take advantage of the father before he has the heart of dethroning, he may not be able to keep his crown."
Shen Qiao was shocked by his words, and after a while, Fang said: "The prince was born as a son of man, so it shouldn't be..."
In the middle of the conversation, some could not go on, Shen Qiao suddenly thought of Yu Ai, how much less the relationship between himself and him than the emperor and the prince? But the other party hasn't ruthlessly met each other. The Tian family has always been known for being ruthless, and the prince may not be able to kill his father.
Yan Wushi sighed: "A Qiao, you are not stupid, you only have the word soft-hearted, which always hinders you, so that you always think about the good when dealing with people and things, and do not speculate on the dark side. I'm here, what can you do?"
Without you by my side, my life would only be a hundred times smoother! Shen Qiao almost blurted out.
But he is a gentle and kind gentleman, how can he say such a thing, but the other party's words bring his attention back to the original topic.
Thinking about it this way, this game of chess is really startling and interlocking.
There was an accident on Yan Wushi's side, the Huanyue Sect had no leader, and the other two sects of Demon Sect couldn't help making trouble for the Huanyue Sect. Bianbianmei was too busy to take care of herself, and would definitely ignore Yuwenyong's side, the queen and the prince, one of whom was the pillow. One is his own son. No matter how powerful Bianyanmei is, it is impossible to follow the emperor all the time. If they want to do something to the emperor, it is indeed much simpler and more convenient than the direct assassination of martial arts masters.
Shen Qiao coughed twice: "What about Hanzhong?"
Yan Wushi: "Qi Wang Yuwenxian is in Hanzhong, and he still has some troops. Let's go to see the situation first, and then enter Chang'an."
Shen Qiao understood.
Yan Wushi felt that Yu Wenyong was more fortunate and less fortunate, so he had to find a way to retreat in advance. The prince worshipped Buddha and had no good impression of the Huanyue Sect. Yan Wushi also despised the prince, so he decided to bet on Qi Wang Yuwenxian. Before, the Huanyue Sect must have put a lot of effort into Yu Wenxian.
Xueting felt that they would go to Chang'an, and others would definitely feel the same way, I'm afraid no one would think that they would go to Hanzhong instead.
On the three caves of the cunning rabbit, no one is better at this than Yan Wushi.
The night in the mountains seemed to come especially early, the sun had just slanted westward, and the leaves above the head were already densely absorbing the last ray of light.
The crackling of firewood in the cave finally dispelled the chill of the spring night.
But Shen Qiao did not exercise, but was sleeping.
In this fight with Xueting, he still suffered a lot of injuries. Even with Zhu Yangce's infuriating body protection, he is still a mortal body. His realm is a little far from Xueting's. The day went well, but the fever developed at night, the forehead was hot, and I fell into a nightmare.
In the dream, there were many strange things, all kinds of characters appeared one after another, and Shen Qiao was deeply immersed in it and could not extricate himself.
The master he admired and admired the most took the mountains and rivers covered with bird feathers and the sad sword to question Shen Qiao why he took the sword to shave the bird feathers, Shen Qiao said full of grievance: "Master, that was done by Yan Wushi. "
Qi Fengge pinched Shen Qiao's chin and held the sword in front of him: "What else do you see on this?"
Shen Qiao stared blankly and found that the sword was actually covered with black beards, and immediately blurted out: "Master, do you really use mountains and rivers to cleanse your face with the sword of sorrow?"
"Nonsense!" Qi Fengge said angrily, "It's obvious that you are playing with a sword as a teacher, and you are still relying on others. You just taught you the word 'honesty' yesterday, and today you have committed the crime knowingly. It seems that you can't do it without punishment!"
"Disciple is wrong!" Shen Qiao was startled and shouted subconsciously.
But Qi Fengge didn't seem to hear his confession, but instead ordered him to lie down, and then picked up a huge stone and pressed it on him: "Since it's wrong, you will be punished, so you stay here and don't tell the teacher, don't do it. Get ready."
Shen Qiao didn't know where the master came up with this strange punishment, but he felt that his chest was so stuffy and painful that he could hardly breathe, so he couldn't help begging for mercy: "Master, please move the stone away!"
However, Qi Feng Pavilion didn't hear it, turned around and walked away, walking further and further away, until it disappeared without a trace.
"Disciple is wrong... Master, don't go..."
Shen Qiao closed her eyes and frowned, "My chest hurts..."
Yan Wushi heard his murmur, opened his eyes and looked down, and saw that under the firelight, there were tears in the corners of the other's eyes, and he had cried in a dream.
He stretched out his hand, and the tentacles were wet. He thought that the tears had just flowed out, and there should be residual warmth, but who knew it was icy cold.
Such a person must have been pampered and pampered when he was young, otherwise how could he develop such a soft heart.
Yan Wushi thought about it, and then heard that the other party didn't know what he was dreaming, and suddenly murmured two words: "Xie Ling..."
He looked stunned, and suddenly there was a strange cruelty, as if the mask was suddenly torn open.
Soon, expressions of tyranny, alienation, gentleness, etc., all flashed across his face, as if thousands of faces were scrambling to dominate the expression on one face at the same time, which made people shudder.
The aura in the body began to rush and rush, just like the signs before going into the devil countless times before, Yan Wushi closed his eyes abruptly!
After a while, he opened his eyes again, stretched out his hand to touch Shen Qiao's cheek, groped carefully, meandered all the way back, held his neck, lifted the person up slightly, then lowered his head and muttered to him. The endless ravings engulfed the entrance.
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The preview said it was interesting, and it was really interesting, right? There's sugar at the end, I'm a conscience cat
Lao Yan's obsessive-compulsive disorder, eat a sparrow and put it in the shape of a plum blossom...
Qi Fengge: Ah Qiao, you shave the bird's hair with the mountain and river with the sad sword? !
Shen Qiao: It's not me/(ćoć)/~~
Ah Qiao is really a good boy. She felt ashamed of her master, and immediately reacted in her dream...