The strategy of chasing masters

Jiaolong pulled out the tendon on his arm, pointed the dagger at his thigh, and cut again, the blood spattered three feet, and the smell filled the air.

The slash did not cut the veins, Jiaolong gritted his teeth and slashed again, this time the force was stronger than last time, the blood directly splashed on Mu Yaoling's face.

Smelling the disgusting fishy smell, Mu Yaoling finally relented and shouted: "Enough!"

Jiaolong was taken aback for a moment, looked at Mu Yaoling suspiciously, and then continued digging.

Mu Yaoling grabbed his bloody wrist and said, "Even if you torture yourself to death, you won't be able to bring my master back to life immediately!"

"This seat owes him!" Jiaolong reluctantly said.

Although the original Mu Yaoling is gone, his memory has not dissipated. Even deep in his memory, there is no picture of this dragon.

But Mu Yaoling doesn't remember, it doesn't mean Gu Wanyan doesn't remember, it's better to save this silly dragon first.

Mu Yaoling never persuaded others earnestly, he thought that the aggressive method would be more effective: "Think about it clearly, if this dragon tendon on your thigh is pulled out, you will lose blood and die!"

Jiaolong's fingers had already been inserted into the wound, and he said with pain: "So what?"

"Since you don't care so much, when my master wakes up, I'll tell him that I desperately begged for the elixir to save him, how do you think he will repay me?" Mu Yaoling tried to provoke Jiaolong.

"How dare you!" Jiaolong opened his eyes angrily.

"Anyway, you're already dead, so why don't I dare!" Mu Yaoling deliberately provoked the other party.

"If you really dare to claim credit, I will definitely turn into a ghost and take your life!"

"Heh!" Mu Yaoling sneered, and continued: "Not to mention that you are a monster. If you die, you will be wiped out. Even if you are lucky enough to turn into a ghost and find me, what is Gu Wanyan doing? Will he let you go?"

"You..." Jiaolong was speechless for a moment.

"If you cherish this life well and keep holding your breath, there won't be so many troubles!" Mu Yaoling said, wiping the blood spattered on his face.

"But he can't die!" Jiaolong looked at the beauty lying in the golden lotus.

Mu Yaoling looked helpless: "At the end of the day, this is the trouble you caused yourself. If you treat me more politely, if you don't control him, if you don't force him to marry you... If you really have contact with him , you should know what kind of mind he is!"

"Do you know that I have been waiting for him for 300 years? When I saw him appearing again, I was already obsessed with seeing him protecting you so much. How can I not be angry!" Frustrated in Jiaolong's eyes, his voice became more and more The bigger it gets, the more hateful the tone becomes.

"Actually, it only takes a dragon's tendon to save him. His real body is the Tianchi Golden Lotus, and he has self-healing ability, but he needs to retreat for a long time!" Mu Yao's eyes were full of reluctance.

With a sound of "嗖——", Jiaolong pulled out the tendons on his thigh and threw it into the golden lotus.

Jinlian quickly absorbed the dragon tendons, converted them into spiritual flow and poured them into Gu Wanyan's body.

The dragon collapsed on the ground in pain, the ground was stained red with blood, the leg was already bloody, and the human figure gradually disappeared, leaving a cyan dragon lying on the ground powerlessly.

Su Yu really couldn't stand this bloody scene, and had long since disappeared.

Mu Yaoling took out the golden sore medicine, tore off a piece of clothes casually, intending to bandage its injured leg.

After walking over, I was shocked, it turned out that what this stupid dragon pulled out was not the tendons on the thighs, but the veins on the back!

"Stupid dragon! The value of force is beyond the charts, why did you become so cowardly when you saw Gu Heng injured!" Mu Yaoling muttered while bandaging, "It's rare to have a lover! Gu Wanyan is so lucky..."

Mu Yaoling was muttering, but his heart was already full of jealousy!I can't tell what kind of unwillingness and unhappy tone I have.

After bandaging the wound, Mu Yaoling sat down cross-legged, with the middle finger and index finger of his right hand bent into a knot, and instilled spiritual power into the lump on the ground.

Flood dragons have spirits, and when others instill spiritual power into them, they can explore the depths of their memories.

Mu Yaoling is very curious about the past between him and Gu Wanyan, even if it happened 300 years ago, he still needs to see clearly!

With the gradually rising spiritual flow, a picture of 300 years ago appeared before Mu Yaoling's eyes:

In the ancient desert country, crowds gather, white gauze is flowing, coins are all over the sky, and everyone outside the house is wearing sackcloth and filial piety, weeping uncontrollably.

What is strange is that no matter men, women or children, they all wear veils. The scorching sun scorched the ground and cracked deep holes, but they wrapped themselves tightly, only showing two eyes.

A wooden sign was erected at the gate of the imperial city, "The lord of the country urgently calls, if anyone who is capable can cure the plague, he will be rewarded with a thousand taels of gold and a first-class official title".

The sign looks like it has experienced a lot of wind and rain, it must have been a while.

The two soldiers guarding the gate sat lazily on the ground, one on the left and the other on the right. Their faces were covered with veils, and they were tightly wrapped.

The person on the left said with a look of boredom: "I sent you and me to watch on the Lord's Day, lest anyone come to sign up. It has been three months, and there is no sign of a doctor!"

"Where are there any doctors in the West, aren't they all caught in the womb by him?" The soldier on the right leaned against the city gate, holding a piece of dead grass in his mouth.

"Yeah, I don't know how the son's condition is!" the soldier on the left sighed.

"Shh! It's better not to talk about things inside!" The soldier on the right reminded in a low voice.

"Hey! Looks like the sky is going to destroy my West Country!"

"I told you not to talk nonsense..."

"It was!"

The two talked to each other, and they were about to quarrel, but they saw a man in white walking over the sand, leaving a row of footprints in an orderly manner behind him.

He is wearing a bamboo hat and is dressed in white. He is about six feet tall and walks lightly.

Seeing someone coming, the two soldiers hurriedly stopped and stood up, and stopped the man in white with a long gun in a serious manner.

"You came from afar, I advise you to leave quickly, we have a plague here!" the soldier on the left kindly reminded.

The soldier on the right was smarter than the one on the left. He took a rough look at the person and said, "Are you here to practice medicine?"

"I came from Yaoshen Mountain. I heard that the plague is rampant here, so I ask for orders to come down the mountain to save Liming from fire and water!" The man in white was gentle and elegant, and his conversation was soft.

The two soldiers looked at each other, and the one on the left bowed and said, "Doctor please!"

The man in white was brought to the main hall. Although it was a golden palace of a country, it was extremely simple and lacking in style, with no decent furnishings.

The lord of the country sits on the high hall, there is no dragon chair throne, just an ordinary chair.

There was a wry smile on the old man's face, and he said: "I made the master laugh, I took all the valuable things to other countries to seek medical treatment and change medicines, and now the most valuable thing is the Chuan Guo Yuxi!"

"Your Majesty, don't worry, all the medicinal materials are supplied by the God of Medicine Mountain, and the grassroots practice medicine not for money!" the man in white said respectfully.

"Okay! As expected of a person from Yaoshen Mountain!" The lord's white eyebrows were finally relaxed.

"I don't know how to address Mr.?" the king stroked his beard and asked.

"Grassman Qiu En!" The man in white replied.

The lord nodded slightly, and was about to say something when he saw a little maid hurried in, knelt down at the lord's feet, and said anxiously: "My lord, my son... I'm afraid my son will fail!"

Hearing this, the king's whole body froze, his chapped lips trembled slightly: "Go and see alone!"

The lord walked hurriedly, followed by Qiu En, and came to a room in the inner courtyard of the Shizi Palace.

The servants knelt outside the door and wept uncontrollably, while the medical officer and ordinary doctors surrounded themselves in front of the golden gauze curtain and sighed.

Seeing the lord of the country coming, they all stepped out of the way and bowed to greet him.

"Huang'er, Huang'er..." the king yelled twice in a hoarse voice, already in tears.

A faint breath came from the curtain: "Father... Father Master... My child is not... not filial..."

Hearing this sentence, all the people present changed from weeping to crying.

The chief medical officer knelt at the king's feet, his body trembling violently, and even his voice trembled: "Please... please prepare for the funeral, the king!"

The king kicked Yicheng's heart, and shouted violently: "Get out!"

Yicheng rolled on the ground twice, stabilized immediately, and said tremblingly: "The lord, calm down, the lord, calm down!"

The lord of the country glared at the doctor, and said to the people in the curtain: "If you dare to let the lonely white-haired man give away the black-haired man, Gu will surely tear you, an unfilial son, to pieces!"

But the provocative method was useless, the dying son didn't even have the strength to reply, he slowly stretched out his hand from the curtain, and after that, there was no movement.

All the people knelt down together and said in unison: "My lord's condolences!"

"My condolences at this time, it's too early!"

A bright and magnetic voice came from the mouth of the white clothed person, and all eyes were focused on this person in an instant, doubtful, sharp, worried... each had its own merits.

Hearing this, the king showed excitement, but he didn't act too much. He wiped away the old tears on his face indiscriminately, and said: "If the doctor Qiu can cure Li Huang, he will decide to give medicine to Shenshan to build a temple and hall, and worship incense for generations. !"

Qiu En bowed and said: "You are welcome, the lord, but when I am treating a disease, I don't like to be disturbed by people, and I don't allow others to watch..."

"Okay! You all go down!" the king ordered.

"The lord must avoid it too!

In order to save his son, the king had no choice but to come out of the room and close the door by the way.

Qiu En took out a small cloth bag from his sleeve, took out thin needles of different lengths, and pierced Li Huang's deadly acupuncture points.

Then he took out several bottles of pills from his chest, poured out two pills from each bottle, and fed them to Li Huang.

But Li Huang was unconscious, how could he swallow the pills, after trying thousands of ways to no avail, Qiu En took it out of his pocket, revealing a face like a banished fairy, which was exactly the same as Gu Wanyan!

He pursed his thin red lips, lowered his head slowly, put his lips to Li Huang's, puffed up his cheeks and blew, the pill paused at Li Huang's Adam's apple, and then slid down the trachea .

After feeding the medicine, Qiu En stood in front of the couch and bowed: "Follow the power in a hurry, I've offended you!"

After watching this scene, a sour feeling flowed from Mu Yaoling's abdomen to his mouth. He couldn't help turning his head and spitting, but his mouth was still full of sour water!

An unknown fire ignited, igniting the green grass that had just sprouted in my heart, wishing to go back 300 years ago and drag the person on the couch down and replace it with myself!

The more he thought about it, the more angry he became, but he had to find a way to calm down, otherwise he would lose all his previous efforts and go mad!