Hearing Yue Chenqing shout like this, Jiang Yexue immediately looked at Murong Chuyi, while Mo Xi turned to look at Yue Chenqing: "Did he have a nightmare?"
Yue Chenqing curled up under the cloak, only showing a small strand of jet-black hair, and her choking became more and more choked:
"Fourth uncle...don't be angry..." he sobbed, "don't blame me, don't ignore me..."
Murong Chuyi didn't like to have any emotional communication with people, so although Yue Chenqing called him clearly in his dream, he pretended not to hear, and closed his eyes and meditated.
But Yue Chenqing seemed to be severely tortured by the nightmare. Not only did the ravings not stop, but instead, they continued to chant more and more. By the end, the confusion and pain in her voice had almost materialized.
The childish young man sobbed: "Fourth Uncle..."
"..." Murong Chuyi frowned for a moment and calmed down for a while, finally couldn't help it, got up and flicked his sleeves, floated to Yue Chenqing's side, and sat down beside him.
He bowed his head, and the handsome face that looked like a moonlit ice lake was clearly unwilling and impatient. But in the end, he lifted the clothes that Yue Chenqing was covering, and put his jade-like hand towards Yue Chenqing's forehead.
Upon a closer look, Murong Chuyi's expression changed.
Jiang Yexue asked, "How is it?"
Murong Chuyi said, "Fever."
Although typhoid fever and fever were not a big deal for cultivators, and sometimes a single dose of medicine could cure the disease, Yue Chenqing's situation was not optimistic.
Jiang Yexue went over, first carefully closed the hood for Yue Chenqing, then raised his hand to test Yue Chenqing's body temperature, and was shocked: "It's so hot..."
"He shouldn't be hot." Murong Chuyi looked down at Yue Chenqing's flushed face, "When I rescued him, I used the Sacred Heart technique."
Mo Xi suddenly raised his eyes to look at Murong Chuyi, the Sacred Heart Technique wasn't—
Jiang Yexue's face was also not good-looking: "Uncle, why are you..."
Murong Chuyi said coldly, "What?"
"That's a forbidden technique!"
"So what."
Jiang Yexue: "..."
To expect Murong Chuyi to follow the national law of Chonghua is like expecting carp to live on land, which is all impossible.
Sacred Heart Technique, this is a kind of medicinal practice, it can heal a scarred body in a very short time, and ensure that the subject will not contract sudden diseases such as cold, malaria and other physical weakening within three days , in a word: powerful, simple and rude, even those who are not specializing in the way of the healer are very easy to grasp.
It stands to reason that such a rejuvenating medical technique should be vigorously promoted, but no one is perfect, and no technique is complete. There is also a very terrifying problem with the Sacred Heart technique, that is, it requires extremely high state of mind of the practitioner. The so-called "sacred heart" is pure and clean. When the practitioner saves people, his heart must be very pure, there should be no distracting thoughts, and there should be no fluctuations in the heart, otherwise it will inevitably damage the heart of the practitioner.
In light of a severe injury to vitality, in serious cases of sudden death.
Jiang Yexue knew that it was useless to reason with him, so she worried: "Then your body..."
Murong Chuyi ignored Jiang Yexue's words, and just lowered her head to probe Yue Chenqing's neck pulse, and after a while, she opened her closed phoenix eyes and said, "The Sacred Heart Technique can relieve all typhoid fever caused by ordinary causes. But Yue Chenqing still has a high fever."
Jiang Yexue said, "...Is it because of Gu worms?"
Murong Chuyi didn't answer, but Jianmei couldn't help frowning slightly.
There is no other possibility for this situation, it is indeed because of Gu worms. But the worms that can't even be suppressed by the Sacred Heart Mantra must be very difficult to deal with. At this moment, they don't know the characteristics of this worm, and they can only find a solution after Gu Mang returns.
"Wait first." Murong Chuyi touched Yue Chenqing's forehead, and by the way smoothed the messy hair on Yue Chenqing's forehead, "Wait until Gu Mang returns."
There was no other way, the three of them had to guard Yue Chenqing, and while they resumed meditation, they waited in the cave for Gu Mang to return.
Among them, Mo Xi's talent is the highest, and he was only damaged by the time mirror in his spiritual power and primordial spirit, and he did not suffer too many real injuries, so within an hour, he had already recovered 80%.
Mo Xi opened his eyes and saw that both Murong Chuyi and Jiang Yexue were still in a weak state of calming and nourishing qi, especially Murong Chuyi, whose cold cheeks were like ice jade. bluish white.
He felt something wrong, got up and walked to Murong Chuyi's side, half-knelt down and looked at him: "Mr. Murong?"
"..." Murong Chuyi didn't answer, there was a turbulent spiritual current between the eyebrows, a pair of sword brows were low, and there was a hint of pain.
Mo Xi stretched out his hand to probe, and found that his spiritual qi was disordered and seemed to have gone into a demon, slightly surprised, he immediately put his finger on his forehead, and lost his spiritual power into his body.
"Cough, cough, cough!"
After a while, Murong Chuyi leaned forward and suddenly choked out a mouthful of blood!
He got out of the state of meditation, slowly raised his eyes, and looked at Mo Xi's face with some laziness.
After a while, Murong Chuyi regained his senses. He quickly lowered his eyelashes, wiped away the blood, and said in a hoarse voice, "...Thank you."
Knowing that he was cold and withdrawn, Mo Xi didn't want to talk much, but seeing his weak appearance, he finally pursed his lips and said, "You should have felt it yourself. He also used the Sacred Heart technique recklessly, and even his heart was damaged. In this case, if you rashly meditate and pull back, it will only make it easier to get into the devil. Why didn't you say it earlier?"
Murong Chuyi said, "There's nothing to say."
"… "
"I also ask Xi and Jun to help me keep my mouth shut about my loss." Murong Chuyi said, "I don't want more people to know about it. Whether it's Yue Chenqing or..."
He paused and glanced at Jiang Yexue who was in a state of concentration.
"It's still him."
This look is really weird. They all say that Chi Xian is a person who is cold and out of the dust, not tainted by ordinary fireworks. Mo Xi only knew that his attitude towards his two nephews was not good, but after getting along these few times, he could feel that Murong Chuyi's bad attitude towards Jiang Yexue and Yue Chenqing was clearly different.
As an elder, although Murong Chuyi ignored Yue Chenqing and was too lazy to talk nonsense, but if Yue Chenqing really entangled him, acted coquettishly and boasted, Murong Chuyi would still give him a look and snort. Moreover, Murong Chuyi was also willing to use forbidden techniques for Yue Chenqing, and even got hurt for it.
This meant that, no matter what, Yue Chenqing had at least a place in Murong Chuyi's heart.
But Jiang Yexue was different.
Perhaps because Murong Chuyi's righteous sister Murong Huang and Jiang Yexue's mother served together, and Murong Huang was not less angry with Jiang Yexue's mother, Murong Chuyi was completely hostile to Jiang Yexue.
Not only hostility, but hatred.
There were even some... Mo Xi couldn't tell, but he always felt that there were some more obscure negative emotions trapped in Murong Chuyi's eyes.
"Fourth Uncle... it hurts..."
There was another faint whisper, Yue Chenqing murmured helplessly in the heat and blur, "My head... it hurts..."
Murong Chuyi glanced at the child huddled in the corner, only to see Yue Chenqing calling him for a while, sobbing in a low voice, and suddenly hoarse her voice, she said, "Mother... Aniang..."
Murong Chuyi froze all of a sudden. Ever since Mo Xi saw him, he has always been indifferent, indifferent to human affection, life and death, joy and anger, and there are very few ripples on his face as clear as white jade. fluctuation. But at this moment, Murong Chuyi's face seemed to be filled with thousands of emotional entanglements.
He gritted his teeth, and looked both hated and angry: "I'm not always up to date, and I'm not obedient, what's the face to call her again?"
But he still held Yue Chenqing's trembling hand.
The boy's body temperature was terrifyingly high, Murong Chuyi clasped his fingers, a trace of distress and sadness flashed across his stern face, and finally coaxed: "Okay, it's okay."
Yue Chenqing was still dreaming: "It hurts..."
"With me, it will be fine."
"It hurts..."
Murong Chuyi raised his eyebrows in anger, and his compassion finally came to an end: "Endure it!"
Mo Xi: "..."
After a while, Jiang Yexue's spiritual power had largely recovered. He slowly opened his eyes from the meditation and looked around.
"Brother Gu hasn't come back yet?"
Mo Xi said, "Not yet."
Jiang Yexue also went to Yue Chenqing's side, but since Murong Chuyi was there, he had no place to stay, and he was not the one who should hold Yue Chenqing's hand.
He has always been in this position in the Yue family, he was like this when he never left, and he is still like this now. Whether it is uncle or brother, he is the one who is squeezed at the very edge, the one who is dispensable.
Jiang Yexue was used to this, but his eyes were still held by Murong Chuyi's hand for a while, and his eyes were clearly a little sad, and then he said: "If it burns again... Why don't I use the Sacred Heart technique again, maybe—"
Before he could finish speaking, he heard a rush of footsteps outside the cave: "We're back, we're back!"
I saw Gu Mang plunged into the hole, and behind him, hesitantly followed up a half-shaped demon, hiding behind Gu Mang and looking around.
This was beyond the expectations of the three of them. It was necessary to know that when Gu Mang left, he said he was going to "catch a monster and bring it back", but in this battle, the little monster didn't look like Gu Mang "caught" it back. But voluntarily "follow" back. Not only did he follow, but he even grabbed Gu Mang's sleeve with a small fluffy brown paw, as if he went deep into the tiger's den and only Gu Mang could be trusted.
If Yue Chenqing was awake at this time, she would definitely ask: Brother, are you feeding him the drug
However, none of the three present could ask such a question. Mo Xi stared at the little paw for a while. The little demon only flashed out when he first entered the hole, and then kept sticking close to Gu Mang. That small body shrank behind Gu Mang and refused to show up at all.
Gu Mang sighed and said, "I've been waiting for a long time, although there are many monsters on the island, but few know the inside story, and Wuyan is searching for our traces everywhere, so it took a lot of effort - what's wrong with Young Master Xiaoyue? "
"There is a fever, it should be caused by a Gu worm attack." Murong Chuyi paused, and glanced behind Gu Mang, "Who did you bring back?"
"Oh." Gu Mang smiled, and he raised his hand and waved the little claw that was clasping him tightly, "Rongrong, come here, these are the few people I mentioned to you just now."
After a few moments of silence, half a small face hesitantly stretched out from behind Gu Mang, and then quickly retracted.
Gu Mang turned his head and comforted, "It's alright, no one will hit you."
Then the little demon walked out timidly from behind Gu Mang very slowly. It turned out to be a little banshee, and her age was unpredictable, but just looking at her body, it seemed that she was only sixteen or seventeen years old. If you look closely, she was not a bat, but a tawny bird covering her petite body. down feathers.
"Her name is Rongrong, she is a little fairy bird, not a monster." Gu Mang explained with a smile, "Come on, Rongrong, this is Murong Chuyi, brother Murong, this is brother Jiang Yexuejiang, this is …”
He glanced at Mo Xi, but didn't avoid it deliberately, still smiling: "This is brother Mo Xi. They are all good people. Go and say hello to them."
Rongrong seemed to be very timid and shy. She kept her head down. After hearing what Gu Mang said, she slowly raised her face - the face of the cardamom age, the shy flowers in the closed moon, and the beautiful eyes on her beautiful face. Love, the lips are not red but bright red, and the heart of the bright and white forehead is born with three red stamens.
She said softly and timidly: "I, my name is Ah Rong, I'm not a fairy bird, I'm just... a half-immortal of the Feather Tribe of Jiuhua Mountain..."
The author has something to say:
"Last Meeting with Failed Elders: Master"
Vegetables and Vegetables: The special guest of this theater, Professor Chu Wanning, the most failed people's teacher in the last crew, and Mr. Murong Chuyi from the crew ~~~
Chu nightning: I have three apprentices.
Murong Chuyi: I have two nephews.
Chu nightning: My two apprentices often fight within each other.
Murong Chuyi: My two nephews don't have a good relationship.
Chu nightning: I have an apprentice who is blind.
Murong Chuyi: I have a nephew who is lame.
Chu nightning: I have an apprentice who is my brain powder, and he thinks it's right to do anything I do.
Murong Chuyi: I have a nephew who is also a fan of my brain. He thinks it's good for me to do anything.
Chu nightning: That's really a coincidence. Does your nephew have a role in your nephew who doesn't look good to you all day long, but you don't make him cry, make trouble, and hang yourself
Murong Chuyi: ... That's not true. Why do you suddenly ask that
Chu nightning (sigh): It's nothing, just as someone who has come over, I feel more or less the same. I want to remind Your Excellency, teach your two nephews well, if one day there is a third nephew, who will be coquettish, petty and uneducated, you should pay special attention and be careful not to stumble.
Murong Chuyi: …