Thirteen Swords of Qin Shizhi's Desperate Beginning

After an unknown period of time, Li Changqing gradually regained consciousness.

It was the severe pain all over his body and the pain of the sword intent counteracting the spirit that made Li Changqing gradually recover. He felt that every bone in his body was stabbed like a needle, which was the reason for his severe overdraft.

In addition to the severe physical pain, there is also the backlash of mental power. Forcibly displaying the deadly fifteen swords, the destruction of the sword is overbearing and violent, and it is impossible to send and receive freely.

The No.15 sword drained all of Li Changqing's energy and energy, and turned it into his most peak sword, leapfrogging to fight, and losing to Xuan Jian.

If it weren't for Xuan Jian's cultivation base to step into the realm for many years, and his martial arts realm surpassed Li Changqing's too much, it would be hard to say who would live and who would die with the last sword.

At least Xuan Jian personally admitted that in a battle at the same level, he would definitely die.

"Sister Zi Nu, Big Brother Li's hands are moving, his hands are moving."

Nongyu wept with joy, "Brother Li's eyes are also moving, he opened, opened."

Li Changqing moaned in a low voice because of the severe pain, and slowly opened his eyes: "Seeing Nongyu's delicate and flawless face, a pair of extremely worried eyes."

"Brother Li, you finally woke up, you are worried about me to death."

Water drops filled Nong Yumei's eyes and slid down her cheeks.

On the couch, Li Changqing had already been stripped of his green shirt. His upper body was covered with white cloth covering most of his body. At least half of the white cloth was dyed blood red.

Li Changqing raised his hand, raised his hand with difficulty, gently wiped away the pearl-like teardrops on the girl's delicate cheeks, and smiled with difficulty: "Why are you crying, am I not dead yet?"

The purple girl pushed the door open and entered, holding a bowl of medicine, a purple dress outlining her waist, a purple hair pin, a pair of light-colored eyes that are beautiful and psychedelic, and a butterfly pattern is depicted under her left eye.

Crisp and intellectual, national beauty and heavenly fragrance.

Zi Nu stepped forward and said, "You didn't die because of me."

"You have been in a coma for three days, and I depended on me to use the elixir to keep you alive. You almost used up all the elixir left by my old lady."

Only in front of Li Changqing, Zi Nu would occasionally call herself "old lady".

Li Changqing smiled awkwardly.

"Come on, drink the medicine." Zi Nu said.

Nongyu had already changed back into a goose yellow long dress, and she was a lady with a graceful temperament. She helped Li Changqing to lie in her arms.

"hiss!"

Standing up, Li Changqing frowned, his face twitched, and said: "Slow, slow."

"Let you show off your abilities and dare to use the sword moves you can't control. As a swordsman, don't you know how serious the fate of the sword will be against the master?"

Zi Nu blew on the spoon, brought the medicine to her mouth, and said, "Come, drink the medicine."

Li Changqing looked at Zi Nu with a pair of warm eyes. He was usually resolute, decisive, and confident, but at this moment he looked like a child who needed warmth and comfort.

"Oh!" Li Changqing said 'oh', and opened his mouth obediently.

Zi Nufang's heart moved, the warm and affectionate eyes, the cute and well-behaved expression, the childishness that required warmth and dependence, and the last "oh".

In an instant, Zi Nu's soft heart was hit by Li Changqing, and her heart fluctuated.

Unknowingly, Zi Nu's eyes were much gentler, her manner of feeding the medicine was also gentler, and her whole temperament changed quietly, like a wife taking care of her beloved husband.

Li Changqing took a sip of the medicine, his eyebrows frowned, and his cheeks twitched: "It's so bitter..."

Zi Nu said with a gentle smile: "Good medicine is bitter, just bear with it."

Nongyu saw this scene in her heart, with complicated emotions.

At this time, Han Fei's voice came from outside the wing.

Han Fei said loudly: "Miss Zi Nu, is brother Li sick..."

Walking to the door, Han Fei stopped suddenly, three points dull, three points awkward, three points envious, and one point melancholy.Why am I not treated like this?
I saw Li Changqing lying in the arms of Nongyu, a lady of the family, and in front of him was an intellectual, charming, caring Zinu sister who was feeding medicine.

Han Fei teased in his heart: "I wish I could replace it."

Scratching his head in embarrassment, Han Fei retreated and said, "Uh, you guys go on, go on."

This was not the most embarrassing thing, the most embarrassing thing was that Nongyu and Zinu didn't feel embarrassed at all, they seemed to completely ignore him.

The second daughter continued to feed the medicine, as if the episode where Han Fei entered the door did not exist at all.

Han Fei: "..."

Hey, it hurts my heart.

My Honglian is better, it is a caring little padded jacket.

After taking the medicine, Li Changqing felt warm in his body, the severe pain subsided by half, and his brain felt sleepy, so he lay down and fell asleep.

Zi Nu is proficient in medicine and has considerable attainments in the research of healing medicines. In the past three days, she has been feeding medicines to make Li Changqing recover bit by bit.

Zinu lit incense to help sleep.

After Li Changqing fell asleep, Zi Nu and Nong Yu exited the house.

Outside the house, Han Fei, Wei Zhuang, and Zhang Liang had been waiting for a long time.

Han Fei asked: "Miss Zi Nu, how is Brother Li's injury? Is there any serious problem?"

Wei Zhuang and Zhang Liang looked over at the same time, worry flashed in their eyes.

Zi Nu replied: "Li Changqing seems to be practicing Taoist True Qi, which has powerful health-preserving effects and soul-raising effects. If others suffer from the same level of domineering sword intent, they will have to fall into a coma for at least half a month, but he unexpectedly fell asleep in three days. can wake up."

Zi Nu thought for a while, and predicted: "According to my guess, Li Changqing will be able to move freely in ten days at most. In about one month, all injuries will be fully recovered."

"Huh—" The three of Han Fei breathed a sigh of relief, looking relaxed.

Han Fei turned to ask again: "Brother Wei Zhuang, how is your recovery these days?"

Wei Zhuang said sternly: "The sword wound on the body is fine, and [-]% to [-]% of the cold air in the body has been dispelled, and it will be completely dispelled in a few days. Restore all strength."

Wei Zhuang's eyes are bright. After this battle, he has confronted Bai Yifei and Black and White Xuanjian one after another, and further perceives the powerful coercion of the self-cultivation realm, allowing him to reach a higher level of the ultimate ninth rank.

In addition, Li Changqing's last sword, Fifteen Killing Swords, benefited Wei Zhuang a lot, and his understanding of the sword's meaning was deeper by analogy.

A warrior who fights a hundred battles will become more courageous as he fights; only after going through thousands of killings can he reach the summit.

When Wei Zhuang recovered from internal and external injuries, it must be the day when his strength improved.

Three days passed, and the impact of the fire in the capital gradually subsided.

Ordinary people must not imagine that when the fire ignited, various forces were involved in it, and how many times people lived and died.

Qin Wang Yingzheng, Guigu Zongheng, Luowang Xuanjian, Sikou Hanfei, Prime Minister Zhang Kaidi, Fourth Prince Han Yu, Bloody Hou Bai Yifei, General Ji Wuye, Baiyue Tianze...

The forces of all parties gathered and dispersed separately.

It seemed to outsiders that this fire only burned a Zilan Pavilion.However, only those who are in it know how dangerous this fire is.

At nightfall, in the cold palace.

Han Fei and Wei Zhuang walked side by side, walking through the cold palace and the corridor of the lotus pond.

Han Fei was holding a lantern, but Wei Zhuang said nothing.

After thinking about it, Han Fei asked, "Brother Wei Zhuang, don't you wonder why I asked you to come with me to the cold palace?"

Wei Zhuang sternly raised his eyebrows, looked at Han Fei and said, "Since you already guessed it, why ask?"

Han Fei held his forehead and smiled wryly: "That's right, you can't hide anything from you, Brother Wei Zhuang."

Afterwards, Han Fei straightened his face and said, "I have a hunch that Tianze will definitely be here. Because we need each other."

Yemu forces spread all over South Korea. The Yemu organization is powerful, and it is also inextricably linked with the Snare Killer Organization. It is just a quicksand organization. With Li Changqing, everyone can indeed deal with Yemu, but it is almost impossible to win all the time. impossible.

Quicksand needs allies.

Suddenly, rows of lanterns lit up on both sides of the lotus pond corridor.

It must be Yan Lingji who can have this kind of witchcraft.

Since Yan Lingji is here, Tianze must be there too.

Han Fei smiled and said, "It seems that we didn't make a mistake."