Hard to be a master

I don't know how long it took, Shen Ziliu finally slowly regained some awareness of the outside world, but he couldn't open his eyes and wake up completely for the time being.In his groggy state, he could still feel his whole body as if it had been dismantled and put together again and again, which was painful and heavy, especially the right arm, which felt like the cold wind was constantly pouring into the bones, which was excruciatingly painful. .

"...Brother, is this method reliable?"

This seems to be... Zi Lan's voice?

Shen Ziliu was thinking in a daze, and vaguely felt that someone moved his right arm, and the increasingly obvious pain made him frown unconsciously.

"Actually, I haven't tried it before, but since it is clearly recorded in the authoritative classics, it should be reliable—help me press his hand."

This voice seemed familiar, but Shen Ziliu couldn't remember where he heard it.

Suddenly, a hot feeling came from the right arm, and the right arm that was already excruciatingly painful suddenly seemed to be eaten by thousands of ants, and the painful and irritating feeling spread all the way from the arm to the heart.Shen Ziliu struggled unconsciously, his brows were so tight that he could almost pinch a fly, a glimmer of clarity suddenly poured into his drowsy mind, Shen Ziliu twitched violently, and then suddenly opened his eyes.

"Brother Shen, you finally woke up!"

As soon as Shen Ziliu opened his eyes, Zi Lan's face came into view, and although the feeling of being devoured by thousands of ants just now passed the peak when he opened his eyes, and began to subside slowly, it still made him feel uncomfortable. He instantly got goosebumps all over his body.

"Well... there should be no problem. Mr. Shen, don't move around for now, your wound hasn't been bandaged yet."

The voice that made Shen Ziliu feel familiar sounded from behind him, Shen Ziliu turned his head slightly, and saw a very familiar boy standing behind him with a dark green thing like tangled water weeds in his hand.

Seeing Shen Ziliu looking at the young man, Zi Lan took the initiative to introduce: "Brother Shen, this is Senior Brother Qing Yinqing, who entered the mountain a few years earlier than us, and is a disciple of Layman Buchen."

Qing Yin smiled at Zi Lan, and said, "Young Master Zi doesn't know something, but in fact, Young Master Shen and I know each other."

Zi Lan was slightly surprised, "You guys know each other?"

In his memory, apart from Guan Jingxuan and him, it seemed that Shen Ziliu had not had much contact with other people.For those fellow practitioners who surrounded his "senior brother" and came over, Shen Ziliu responded one by one on the surface, and occasionally would do his best to help each other, but in fact he didn't even have the other party's face and name at all. Remember it.

Qing Yin nodded, and said: "Mr. Shen, when I first arrived in Kunlun, I happened to deliver supplies to Sui'an Zhenren several times, so I got to know each other. In fact, Mr. Zi and I also met once, but at that time Both you and Mr. Shen are exhausted, so you have no impression of me."

Zi Lan recalled briefly, and suddenly realized: "You mean the time when Brother Shen and I competed to run around Shengxiantai?"

Qing Yin nodded and smiled, "That's right."

After the uncomfortable feeling in his heart basically passed away, Shen Ziliu, who had been silent all this time, frowned and looked at the thing in Qing Yin's hand, and said with a look of disgust: "What is that thing in your hand?"

Qing Yin turned his head to look at Shen Ziliu, as if suddenly remembering that he still had something to do, he put the things in his hands into his sleeves, then took out a small porcelain bottle and a roll of bandages from his sleeves, and said "Mr. Shen After enduring the pain", he opened the porcelain bottle and sprinkled a thick layer of bluish-yellow medicinal powder on the wound on Shen Ziliu's arm.

Seeing his own bloody arm, Shen Ziliu himself was startled.When he was injured by the demon wolf, because the situation was too critical, or the pain was beyond what he could bear, Shen Ziliu was a little numb instead, and he didn't pay attention to how his arm was injured.When Qing Yin sprinkled the medicine powder on his arm, and the medicine powder was absorbed by the three deep and wide wounds on his arm, Shen Ziliu felt that he was almost breathless from the pain.However, Qing Yin, who seemed meek and slow in the past, showed unexpectedly toughness at this time. While holding Shen Ziliu's hand to prevent him from retracting, he quickly pulled off the bandage in his hand and began to wrap it around Shen Ziliu's arm.The medicine powder was pressed on the wound by the bandage, and the already numb pain came back again. If Shen Ziliu was not still awake at the moment, he felt that he would hold Qing Yin down and beat him up.

By the time Qingyin's dressing was over, Shen Ziliu's whole body was drenched in cold sweat, and Zi Lan felt pain even watching from the sidelines.

After doing this, Qing Yin finally breathed a sigh of relief, and said to Shen Ziliu apologetically, "I'm sorry Mr. Shen, I know it hurts, but the wound on your hand must be treated like this, otherwise it will rot soon. The claws of the demon wolf that scratched you are highly poisonous. I read it in an ancient book before. This kind of poison will penetrate into the injured person's body from the wound, and it will kill a person in less than half an hour. Only the Soul Eater Grass can remove it. Fortunately, when Master asked me to go to the Cunyou Building to pick up three things near me before entering the illusion, I happened to take the Soul Eater Grass."

Zi Lan was puzzled when she heard the words, "The Soul-eating Grass is not a very precious thing, why would Senior Brother Qing pick it? Just picking a magic weapon is more useful than the Soul-Eating Grass."

Qing Yin was silent for a while, then smiled slightly and said: "Maybe Master wants me to stimulate my greatest potential in the illusion of water and moon."

Zi Lan didn't ask any more, but instinctively told him that the other two things that Qing Yin picked were probably not treasures.

Shen Ziliu didn't care about the grievances between Qing Yin and his master, but Qing Yin's attitude towards Guan Jingxuan was much better than others from the beginning to the end, so Shen Ziliu also regarded him as a friend, so he said to Qing Yin: "Thank you this time, I owe you a favor."

The almost undetectable bitterness in Qingyin's smile dissipated quickly, he shook his head and said: "It's just a little effort, Mr. Shen doesn't need to worry about it. But I'm a little curious, according to Mr. Shen's cultivation base, it shouldn't be so difficult to deal with those three beasts just now." It’s embarrassing, right?”

Shen Ziliu took a deep breath, and briefly explained to the two what happened to him after entering the Water Moon Illusion. After hearing this, Zi Lan said solemnly: "It seems that Brother Shen's sword should not be used lightly for the time being. .”

Shen Ziliu said: "If I don't use it, how can I find a way to control it? After all, I am too weak."

The other two were a little speechless when they heard the words - the spiritual power test directly lit up all the stone platforms, and they were rushed to accept by several great gods in Kunlun. The people who completed the foundation building in two years said that they were too weak. Is there any reason? up.

Shen Ziliu thought for a while, and then said: "And after today's battle, I have a little idea about how to control Tunxiang... By the way, have you picked up my other sword? Now my spirit The power consumption is too much, and there is no way to use Tunxiang for the time being."

Zi Lan sighed, took out a broken sword from his sleeve that was almost damaged except for the hilt, and handed it to Shen Ziliu, saying: "The last time you use it to parry the wolf, this sword will be completely broken."

Shen Ziliu picked up the hilt and looked at it, then threw it out casually, and said: "It's fine if it's broken, the big deal is that I won't use my spiritual power for the time being, and use Tunxiang as an ordinary iron sword."

Zi Lan nodded and said, "That's fine, anyway, your swordsmanship is not bad."

Hearing this, Qing Yin finally couldn't help interjecting: "Actually, there is a question I wanted to ask just now..."

The two looked at Qing Yin at the same time when they heard the words, Qing Yin coughed lightly, and said: "Why do you two always only use swords and not art when fighting?"