Yin Yin does not regret

For the convenience of medical treatment, Yin Liting and Yu Daiyan lived in the same room, with two beds side by side. Zhang Wuji took out the black jade discontinuous ointment he got from Zhao Min, and Yang Buhui followed in.

Just now I finished my heartfelt words, now I don't dare to look at Zhang Wuji, but when he met Yin Liting, his face was radiant, obviously Zhang Wuji sent her to the Western Regions, and drank poisoned wine for her at He Taichong's house, all these kindnesses are not as good as a cure Yin Liting, in her heart, Yin Liting is the most important.

"Third Senior Uncle, your old wounds have healed. If you treat them now, my nephew will have to break the bones of your hands and feet again, and then reconnect them. You will have to endure the pain for a while." If he can heal his wounds, he can also comfort the spirits of his parents in heaven.

"Wuji, you just go ahead and do it." Yu Daiyan has been disabled for more than 20 years, and he really doesn't believe that he can be cured, but the worst thing to think about it is that there is no hope of healing. After [-] years, he actually doesn't care anymore, but Wuji He tried his best to make up for his parents, otherwise he would be uneasy for the rest of his life. It was nothing for him to bear the pain for a while. After all, it was him who caused him to lose his parents at a young age. After all, he, the uncle, was sorry for him.

In the afternoon of that day, Zhang Wuji took a nap in his room after lunch, when he suddenly heard the sound of footsteps approaching, he woke up immediately, Yang Buhui hurried in, his face was full of panic, Zhang Wuji paused, feeling displeased Good feeling.

"What's wrong?" Zhang Wuji hurriedly stood up with a serious expression on his face.

"It's Sixth Uncle, he has fainted three times from the pain, Brother Wuji, go over and have a look." Yang Buhui held Zhang Wuji's hand tightly, his beautiful eyes were full of tears.

"It's...it's okay." Seeing Yang Buhui's tears, Yin Liting endured the pain and bit his lips tightly, for fear that he would cry out.

"Sixth Uncle." Yang Buhui threw himself in front of Yin Liting's bed, not knowing what to do, Yu Daiyan's teeth were also gnashing loudly, obviously trying to bear it.

"Third Uncle, is the severe pain at the broken bone?" Zhang Wujing asked.

"It's nothing more than the pain at the broken bone, I just feel the numbness and itching everywhere in the internal organs, as if there are thousands of bugs crawling around." Yu Daiyan couldn't help it, and cried out.

"Sixth Uncle, what do you think?" Yang Buhui asked Yin Liting full of distress.

"Red, purple, blue, yellow, white, blue, green, and bright ones, so many are flying in front of your eyes, turning around, it's so beautiful." Yin Liting was confused, just Say something that others don't understand.

Zhang Wuji was shocked, thinking of the medical records Hu Qingnian left him, this was an obvious sign of poisoning.

"Brother Wuji, why did this happen?" Yang Buhui grabbed Zhang Wuji's sleeve, tears streaming down his face.

Zhang Wuji suddenly remembered something, cold sweat dripped down his forehead, he finally realized that he had been tricked, Zhao Min lured him into the Weng, and tricked him into applying the highly poisonous substance on the Third and Sixth Senior Uncles.

Zhang Wuji saw that Yang Buhui immediately removed the bandages on Yu Daiyan and Yin Liting's bodies, and washed the ointment on their limbs with shochu. Yang Buhui had never seen Zhang Wuji like this, not even when he was suffering from the cold poison. I know something is wrong.

The black color has penetrated into the muscles of Yin Liting and Yu Daiyan, and it cannot be washed away, just like the color dyed by a painter's hand, it must be removed once, Zhang Wuji took some sedative medicine and gave the two uncles, feeling frightened and apprehensive Ashamed, his knees softened and he knelt down suddenly.

"It was I who killed the third uncle and the sixth uncle, Buhui sister, it was I who killed the third uncle and the sixth uncle." Zhang Wuji grabbed Yang Buhui's warm hand, but felt a chill in his heart.

"Brother Wuji, what kind of poison did they get?" Yang Buhui looked up at him.

"The poison of seven insects and seven flowers has at least more than 100 methods of preparation. Who knows which seven kinds of poisonous insects and which seven kinds of poisonous flowers she used. To detoxify this kind of poison, it all depends on the method of using poison to fight poison, and the medicine is slightly wrong. Immediately killed three uncles and six uncles." Zhang Wuji felt a great pain in his heart.

"Is it really hopeless? Can't even try?" Yang Buhui asked, Zhang Wuji shook his head.

"Okay, I see." Yang Buhui looked calm, not surprised, but stared blankly at the pear blossoms in bloom in the courtyard. When she first came to Wudang Mountain, the pear blossoms were in full bloom, seeing him feel better all day. One day, and now, when the pear blossoms failed, he was killed by an adulterer.

"If he dies from serious injuries, I really can't expect anything from my life anymore." Thinking of what she said to him, Zhang Wuji felt desolate in his heart. He killed not only the third uncle and sixth uncle, but also the younger sister who didn't regret it.

"Master, that Miss Zhao is asking to see you outside." Yan Yuan, the envoy of Mingjiao Houtu Banner, walked in quickly.

"I'm looking for her!" Zhang Wuji gritted his teeth and walked out quickly.

Yang Buhui clenched the sword in his hand, really wanted to rush out and kill that Zhao Min, but so what if he just killed Zhao Min, Sixth Uncle would never smile at her, tell her stories, or even talk to her. She was angry, thinking of this, a drop of tear fell, and with a thud, it landed on Yin Liting's medicated hand, and fell to other places along the way.