I practice ruthless way

Xiao Man looked back at Yan Wushu's eyes, this person had phoenix eyes, narrow and long eyes, and the arcs at the end of his eyes were usually loose and lazy, but now they were pointed upwards, very sharp.

The fire was burning in the palm of his hand, and in Yan Wushu's eyes, there was also a fire burning, fierce and boundless.

But it was clearly Yan Wushu's own idea, and anyone would rely on that idea.

Xiao Man looked back at Yan Wushu for a moment, lowered his eyes, extinguished the phoenix fire in his palm, turned over and escaped from Yan Wushu's shackles, then swept two or three feet away, pushed the door and went out.

"Where are you going?" Yan Wushu got up and followed Xiao Man closely.

Xiao Man didn't answer, walked a few steps, suddenly noticed something, stopped and turned around, looked Yan Wushu up and down with a frown, and said four words: "It's obstructive."

Yan Wushu's outer shirt was loosely draped over his body, and after a lot of tossing, most of it slipped off. When he chased him out, he simply tore it off and threw it away. Right now, his upper body is bare, and the only thing that can be called covering his body is probably the few circles of gauze. The smooth and beautiful lines of the waist and abdomen were swept away at a glance, and they were rising and falling slightly out of excitement.

Not far away, there were a few women who were adjusting their breath with their eyes closed, but for a while, they didn't notice what was going on here.

He raised his hand to grab it, grabbed the outer shirt in his hand, put it on and wrapped it up, then took a step forward, grabbed Xiao Man's wrist and said, "Little Phoenix..."

Compared to just now, Yan Wushu's tone was much softer, revealing cautious probing and reluctance.Xiao Man didn't want to talk more with him, so he interrupted him, saying: "You should go back and rest."

"You also need to rest." Yan Wushu said firmly.

Xiao Man came out just to rest, so he turned around immediately, found a space on the cloud boat, and sat down with his sleeves up.

He didn't startle anyone.

Yan Wushu didn't alarm anyone, and sat beside Xiao Man, with an attitude that no matter what Xiao Man would chase him away.Xiao Man didn't speak again, lowered his eyes, made a seal with his hands, and began to adjust his breath.

In the cloud boat, only Bie Beilou and the two Elders of Medicine Valley were still talking. Discussions about how many medicines to reduce and which medicines to increase came intermittently. In addition, the only sounds that came to my ears were the sound of wind and breathing.Everyone was injured in different degrees, and their breathing rhythms were different. Xiao Man had no distractions and was not disturbed.

Gradually, he entered the state of no self and nothing.

Everything is outside the body, the sky and the earth are empty, and the surrounding fields are quietly vast.

Xiao Man liked this feeling very much.

Yun Zhou rushed towards the Medicine Valley, and on the way, he met several teams who came to meet him. They shared part of the pressure for this Yun Zhou, making the place less crowded.

On the morning of the third day, the outline of Medicine Valley could be vaguely seen in the field of vision.

This is a valley hidden among the mountains. There is a river running slowly, the river surface is covered with brilliant light, and flowers bloom on the gentle slopes, full of purples and reds, as if it is still in spring.

Xiao Man opened his eyes from the samadhi, and from the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of Yan Wushu sitting on his left reading a book, and on the right, Bie Beilou sat over at some point.Regardless of the person on the left, he turned slightly sideways, turned to Biebeilou, and asked the most concerned question: "Has the prescription been finalized?"

"Seven plans have been determined, corresponding to different constitutions. But we have to wait until we enter the valley and prepare all the medicinal materials before proceeding to verify it." Bie Beilou said.

Xiao Man said "Okay", and said: "Seven plans, there will be many types of medicinal materials used in the future, if you need anything, please let me know."

"With the assistance of Lord Lingguang, Gushan has already distributed half of the medicinal materials to the Medicine Valley, and there is no need for it at the moment." Biebeilou said.

A trace of surprise flashed in Xiao Man's eyes, but he felt it made sense, so he nodded.

The two stopped talking, and Ling Guangjun himself, who had just been raised, grabbed a lock of Xiao Man's hair that was blown by the wind, starting from the tip of his finger, wrapping it round and round to the root of his finger, and then let go. , start over from scratch.

Xiao Man turned his face and glanced at him expressionlessly, but Yan Wushu lowered his head as if he didn't see it.

"Can you borrow a roll of bandages for me?" Xiao Man looked at Biebeilou again.

Bie Beilou didn't ask why, but handed him a roll of bandages.Xiao Man took his hair from Yan Wushu's hand, tore off a section of bandage, stuffed it into his hand, then got up, walked a few steps forward, walked to the bow of the boat and looked into the distance.

He had never been to Medicine Valley before, and when he looked at it from a distance, he thought the scenery here was very good.

After a few more minutes, Yunzhou arrived at the destination.

Yaogu sent people to the entrance to greet them early in the morning. There were too many injured people, and they were arranged in different guest houses according to the sect.Biebeilou and the other two Yaogu elders didn't rest for a moment, as soon as they landed, they went to the medicine room, where the preparations were made, waiting for them.

Everyone in Gushan temporarily lives in the deep spring three miles.

Along the way, the only treatment measures that Yaogu can take for the injured are stop bleeding and pain, and apply medicine to slow down the speed of wound expansion.

The group of evil monks had strange skills, and the internal injuries caused by them were a fierce breath wandering in the body, colliding with the meridians and destroying wantonly; if the flesh was injured, it would rot quickly from the wound to the surroundings.

By this time, the bleeding on the wounds of the people had stopped, but the pain-relieving and delaying medicines gradually lost their effect. Even though the disciples in Gushan used to practice hard and had extraordinary endurance, they still couldn't help moaning in pain.

Only someone as advanced as Yan Wushu can use his own cultivation to forcibly suppress the evil spirit that caused chaos, and heal the injury with the help of ordinary wound medicine.

"The situation is not very good." Standing in the courtyard, Tan Wenzhou watched the situation of the disciples in the room from a distance, gradually moved his eyes down, and landed on his bandaged hands, and said in a deep voice.

"In an hour or two, the medicine will be cooked out of the pot. By then, all of us will be better." Yuan Qu said firmly.

When the voice fell to the ground, a raven came from the east, which was news from Gushan.Yuan Qu took down the letterbox from the crow's feet, read the note inside with Tan Wenzhou, and turned to look for Yan Wushu.

In the depth of spring, facing the river three miles and three times, there is a field of unnamed flowers blooming on the bank of the river. There are all kinds of colorful flowers, crowded on the gentle slope to attract butterflies and bees, which is very lively.

But at this moment, Yan Wushu has no intention of being lively.He was sitting between the gentle slopes, with Xiao Man beside him, and opposite Xiao Man, a member of the Dark Pavilion handed him a brocade box:

"Young Pavilion Master, this is what I found from the two Taiqing Holy Realms in Kudan Mountain."

Xiao Man didn't open it immediately, and asked in a low voice: "On Kudan Mountain..."

He didn't finish his words, but the meaning behind his words could be understood by everyone present.The members of the Dark Pavilion lowered their heads, with a bit of sadness in their tone: "No one survived."

Xiao Man lowered his eyes and sighed very lightly.

"Where's the star picker?" After a while, he asked again.

The members of the dark pavilion said: "Forgive me for my incompetence. They are broken into pieces, like water drops falling into the sea, hiding extremely deeply. We are still investigating their traces and movements."

Xiao Man didn't expect too much to find out the whereabouts of the star picker, so he was not very disappointed.If they were so easy to find out, they would not have suffered such a heavy loss in the battle between Dao and Demons in the previous life.

He stared at one of the flowers, pondered for a while, and said to the members of the dark pavilion: "Be careful of the wandering monks coming from the north."

"As ordered."

The members of the Dark Pavilion took orders to leave and stood not far away. Yuan Qu, who heard the conversation completely, came forward and looked at the box in Xiao Man's hand with a serious face.

Xiao Man glanced at Yuan Qu and lifted the lid of the box.

Inside lay two jade pendants, with lotus flowers and Buddha carved on the front, and on the back——

"Sky characters and dragon characters." Yan Wushu narrowed his eyes slightly.

Xiao Man took out the jade pendant he found from the first young monk, and put it together with these two: "The first one is the owl."

The two talked without cause and effect, Yuan Qu was at a loss.Yan Wushu explained a sentence for him: "There are eight groups of Buddhism, one is the one group, the other is the two dragon group, and this owl is the sixth Garuda."

"Eight tribes?" Yuan Qu frowned, followed by wide-eyed eyes, and said in shock, "Could it be that there are eight of them in such a holy land of great purity?"

Xiao Man also frowned.

The eight Taiqing Holy Realms are different from the situation in the previous life. It is not only difficult to deal with such a number, it is simply difficult.

Yan Wushu carefully compared the three jade pendants, from the carving to the material, there was nothing missing, but apart from the fact that they were old and the carvings were exquisite, he found nothing else.He asked Xiao Man to put away the three jade pendants, and asked Yuan Qu, "What's the news about Gushan?"

He saw the letter box in the man's hand.

Yuan Qu handed the letter box to Yan Wushu, saying: "It is said that I found some things related to the Hongyan Emperor Zhuangwang Buddha, and I have sent someone to Medicine Valley."

After Yuan Qu delivered the message, he went back to the front yard.

Xiao Man raised his head, looked at the clouds and birds in the sky, thought for a while, took out a flute, played it slowly, and sent the heroic soul far away.

The things were delivered to Gushan four days later, later than the medicinal materials. At that time, all the people who were treated in Medicine Valley got better and set off to return to the sect one after another.

What was sent was a Buddhist book with a history of at least a thousand years, which contained one story after another, and one of them was about.

The tiger is a white tiger. According to the story, it is natural to swallow Buddha.

The waves beat against the sandy shore, and the sound of the waves, high and low, can be heard endlessly. Occasionally, the chirping of birds can be heard, but all of them are short and far away.

In the cave, someone piled dry firewood together and lit a fire. The orange-red light dispelled the darkness and dampness, and three figures were reflected. One of them was lying on the ground with bandages covering his whole body, and he was slapped on his neck. Tie a knot and show your face.

His complexion was pale, his lips were also white, with several cracks, and the surroundings of his eyes were black and blue, making him look extremely haggard.

This person is Qu Hanxing.

"Why isn't he awake?" Mo Juntian asked, picked up a branch, and turned the fire down.Although they were on an unknown river bank, the humid wind continued day and night, but it was still summer, and the temperature was not low at all. If the fire was too strong, it would be extremely hot.Furthermore, he was afraid that Qu Hanxing would be cooked.

Tongmin, the abbot of the Jokhang Temple, sat across from Mo Juntian, carefully looked at Qu Hanxing's face, shook his head and said, "Maybe it's not the time yet."

"How do you count when it's time?" Mo Juntian asked again.

Tong Min was stunned by these words, the words "the time has not come" are words of comfort in many cases.

Mo Juntian didn't expect to get a definite answer, he lowered his head, stared at Qu Hanxing for a long time, poked him in the face with a branch, and sighed: "Could it be... just lie down like this until you die."

Tongmin wanted to say that the Yaozu was strong and strong, and that most of the attacks he received were blocked by the Quexie sword, so he would not die, but he moved his lips, and before he could say anything, he suddenly heard that he was standing like a corpse for several days Qu Hanxing coughed.

The moment Qu Hanxing's consciousness returned from the darkness, he happened to hear what Mo Juntian said. He was a little angry at once, but his eyelids weighed a thousand catties, and he couldn't lift them up with all his strength. As if pieced together, it hurts everywhere.

He was in extreme pain, struggling violently, his whole body was shaking, at this moment a hand stretched out to hold him down, preventing him from struggling.

He felt that it was Mo Juntian's hand, and he thought to himself that you are cursing me to death, right?Anger shot straight up, causing him to finally open his eyes.

It happened to be Mo Juntian's face in the field of vision, Qu Hanxing opened his mouth and said angrily: "I will not die!"