A certain sword soul's infinite journey

Chapter 154

When the flames rose to the sky, everyone raised their heads, only Zhuge Bai was still staring at Zhuge Qing below.

"elder brother!"

Seeing Zhuge Qing who was unconscious on the ground, Zhuge Bai couldn't help crying out.

In the next second, a high-temperature airflow whizzed over, and his arms covered in ashes gently supported Zhuge Qing's body.

"It's really messed up..."

While supporting Zhuge Qing, Lin Yi muttered in a low voice.

"This guy's competitive spirit is as good as his ancestor's!"

The black T-shirt on his body had long been reduced to ashes in the flames just now, and the trousers on his legs, which he tried to protect, were also burned with holes one after another by the flames, turning into a pair of nondescript hole pants.

Zhuge Qing was fine, his clothes were neat and his hair wasn't messed up.

This is Mages, much more elegant than warriors!
While sighing and complaining in his heart, wisps of burnt smell penetrated Lin Yi's nose, and only then did he realize that the clothes on Zhuge Qing's body were gradually scorched and curled.

At the same time, without the protection of qi, the skin on Zhuge Qing's face was also exposed to the hot air, and at this moment, it was rapidly burning red at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Noticing this scene, Lin Yi quickly opened his sword qi to protect Zhuge Qing, then raised his head and shouted towards the audience.

"Where's the doctor? Take this guy away!"

Loud shouts rang out, quickly pulling everyone in a daze back to reality.

The referee had just reacted, and before he had time to shout, a clear voice sounded.

"Let me do it!"

Lin Yi looked in the direction of the voice, and immediately saw a handsome white-haired boy.

"Xingtong!"

Seeing this boy, Feng Zhenghao couldn't help but let out a cry.

Feng Xingtong smiled at his father, before he had time to say anything, he turned over and jumped off the field, walked through the hot area in three or two steps, and entered Lin Yi's sword qi protection circle.

Feeling the sudden cool air, Feng Xingtong was surprised, but he immediately stretched out his right hand shrouded in black air, and explained aloud while healing Zhuge Qing.

"This is the detaining general of my Feng family. The spirit bodies we have detained, part of their abilities in life will also be used by us..."

"I know that!" Lin Yi said casually, "My opponent in the last match also used this..."

"Last game?"

Feng Xingtong was slightly taken aback when he heard the words, but because saving people was the most important thing, he didn't ask questions immediately, but stretched out his hand first, intending to finish Zhuge Qing's treatment before speaking.

Seeing Feng Xingtong's expression, Lin Yi immediately understood that Feng Zhenghao probably hadn't told him about the Wang family.

Bad thing, wrong word!

Lin Yi was a little embarrassed, and quickly closed his mouth.

After concentrating, Feng Xingtong first straightened Zhuge Qing's shoulders and arms, then picked out the bone spurs that could not be bonded with the qi needle, and then helped the remaining bones back to their original positions, and bonded the muscles with qi.

During Feng Xingtong's treatment, the referee announced Lin Yi's victory.

Sprinklers drove into the site one after another, spraying water mist all over the site, which not only extinguished the fire but also cooled down the temperature.

Zhuge Bai, who couldn't wait for a long time, jumped down from the auditorium and ran towards Zhuge Qing in a hurry, his face was covered with snot and tears.

Looking at the weeping little Zhengtai, Lin Yi was a little dumb, and opened his sword qi to let him walk in with the medical team.

"elder brother!"

Zhuge Bai stared at the unconscious Zhuge Qing with his mouth shrunken.

Seeing this scene, Lin Yi thought for a while, walked over and patted the little top hat on his head lightly.

"Don't worry, your brother will be fine."

Lin Yi comforted.

"Woooo..."

Zhuge Bai was still whimpering, but when he heard Lin Yi's voice, he raised his head subconsciously, then his eyes widened suddenly, he jumped back away from Lin Yi, and looked at him with a vigilant expression.

"...?"

Lin Yi looked at him with black lines all over his head, and said in a low tone.

"Stinky boy, am I so scary?"

Zhuge Bai nodded subconsciously at first, then shook his head hastily.

Lin Yi smiled when he saw this, but Zhuge Bai seemed even more scared after seeing it.

Really so scary?
Lin Yi became depressed again in an instant, and quickly lowered his head to examine himself.

It wasn't until then that he realized that the upper body's bare chest and abdominal muscles were covered with gray marks, and his face should be similar, no wonder Zhuge Bai was so scared.

After discovering this, Lin Yi felt a little uncomfortable.

What a ruined image with gray marks all over his face!
However, those sprinklers deliberately bypassed them, which made Lin Yi quite depressed.

"All right!"

Finally, Feng Xingtong breathed a sigh of relief, and the black air on his body gradually disappeared.

The medical team who had been waiting by the side carefully carried Zhuge Qing onto the stretcher.

As it happens, the temperature outside is basically just muggy.

Lin Yi withdrew Jian Qi and let the medical team take away Zhuge Qing.

Before leaving, Lin Yi specifically asked about the room where Zhuge Qing would be taken, planning to visit him afterwards.

At this time, Feng Xingtong on the side finally seized the opportunity, stepped forward, and spoke hesitantly.

"L..."

"I remember you, your name is Feng Xingtong, right?"

Lin Yi spoke before Feng Xingtong, and looked at him with a smile on his face.

"I see that you are so skilled in skills, shouldn't it be simple for that Dao Ling to be alive?"

Feng Xingtong paused when he heard the words, but still answered Lin Yi's question with a smile: "That's natural, that is the old prince Zhongwang, who was known as one of the nine great doctors among the doctors back then..."

Hearing the pride and admiration in Feng Xingtong's tone, Lin Yi understood that his way of obtaining this spirit must be different from that of Wang.

However, out of curiosity, he quietly emitted a silver-white light spot and asked aloud.

"Judging from your tone, it seems that you are very familiar with this old man Wang."

"……yes!"

Feng Xingtong's eyes dimmed a little, and he said softly.

"Grandpa Wang and my father are old friends. When I was young, my father often took me to play at Grandpa Wang's house."

During the words, scenes of related memories flashed in Feng Xingtong's mind.

Lin Yi peeked at these fragmentary pictures, and couldn't help being in awe of the old man Wang.

In the picture that Lin Yi saw, this old man Wang not only saved his whole life, but also donated all his remains before he died, even his own soul.

"My stinky skin has already been signed and donated. If this little trick hidden in my soul can be used by future generations, then life and death will not be a bad thing for me, who has been practicing medicine all my life! "

"Xiaofeng, I trust you, and I like Xing Xing very much, let him use this remnant soul to do more things after I die, please!"

Seeing Mr. Wang say these words with a smile, Lin Yi couldn't help but think of that poem.

Spring silkworms are exhausted until they die, and wax torches turn to ashes and tears dry...

But the spring silkworms can only die, and the wax torches can only be turned into ashes. This old man Wang even made clear arrangements for himself after his death!

When looking at Feng Xingtong again, Lin Yi couldn't help softening his eyes.

The respect for the old man, and even the favorability of the Feng family have increased a lot.

Different from the obedience and humiliation of the spirit in Wang Bing's memory, Lin Yi really couldn't find any faults in the Feng family's treatment of the spirit.

When Mr. Wang made this request, Feng Zhenghao repeatedly refused, he didn't want a respected senior to become the spirit in his son's hands, even if it was the medical skills of the nine great masters.

However, under Mr. Wang's sincere attitude, Feng Zhenghao still agreed to this matter.

Then he asked Feng Xingtong to accompany Mr. Wang to the end, and mourned Mr. Wang for three years after his death.

Only in this way did he feel that Feng Xingtong barely had the qualifications.

Seeing this, Lin Yi couldn't help but feel emotional.

It is also Juling who sent generals to inherit the family, why is there such a big gap?
Sensing Lin Yi's soft gaze, Feng Xingtong was a little surprised, but still seized the opportunity to speak out.

"Brother Lin, what did you mean when you said that you saw the general sent by Juling in the last match?"

"...This is it."

Lin Yi came back to his senses, then sighed lightly, and turned his head to look at the auditorium.

"You'll have to ask your father yourself."

Feng Xingtong was slightly taken aback, and then looked towards the auditorium, and suddenly saw Feng Zhenghao with a square and solemn face.

just forget it……

Feng Xingtong shrank his neck.

He knows his father's temperament, and his father will definitely tell him what he can know.

Thinking of this, Feng Xingtong turned his head and said.

"Brother Lin, my father...huh?"

Where is Brother Lin?
Feng Xingtong was a little stunned, he just turned his head, and there was no one around him.

"This... this is running too fast, isn't it?"

　The two chapters are close to [-] words, and rounding up is equal to three shifts, as expected of me.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)