Good news, the elder is gone

Jiang Yuan knelt on the ground holding his severed hand that was gushing blood, and there was a painful pain in his throat.Xue Wangliu didn't care about the black mist that had escaped into the ground, rushed forward and grabbed the severed hand in the snow, and opened his spiritual energy cover to cover himself and Jiang Yuan.

"Listen to me, listen to me." Xue Wangliu grabbed Jiang Yuan's shoulder and told him to look at him: "Now use spiritual energy to stop the bleeding yourself, I know it hurts, but you have to hold back, don't let your hands The upper meridian is closed."

Jiang Yuan looked at him, there were beads of sweat on his forehead, his lips had lost all color, he gasped and asked in a hoarse voice, "You...you...it hurts so much!"

"If you still want to practice swords, you can listen to me." Xue Wangliu did not answer his question, but said: "Although your hands can still grow when you reshape your body in the Jindan stage, you are only now building the foundation. , I don’t know how many years I will practice without one hand.”

He said for a while, looking at Jiang Yuan's pale face, his tone suddenly softened a lot: "Don't blame me for speaking harshly, some people didn't form alchemy until they died, and your fate in the future is unknown, so it's better to listen to me now! "

"The black mist..." Jiang Yuan said hoarsely, "The black mist has run away again!"

Xue Wangliu supported his broken arm and asked him to sit cross-legged slowly, and said softly: "If you run away, you will run away. If you run away, aunt will catch him again."

"Aunt?" Jiang Yuan was taken aback.

Xue Wangliu was startled, then smiled wryly, "It's just that I'm used to calling myself like this before, so you don't have to worry about it."

He grabbed Jiang Yuan's severed arm with one hand and the severed hand with the other, looked straight into Jiang Yuan's eyes and said, "I don't have time to think so much now, your cultivation level is too low, and you have some elixir for breaking bones and renewing sutras." I still can’t eat it now, and now I will take it over for you, and after a period of training, it will be back to normal, but it hurts, can you hold it back?”

Jiang Yuan looked at him, cold sweat dripped down his forehead, he licked his lips and said, "It's already so painful, how can it hurt any more? Xue Lang... Senior just come."

Xue Wangliu took out a biscuit and stuffed it directly into his mouth: "Bite it, so as not to hurt you later, you bit off your tongue, and I will take your tongue after I took your hand."

The biscuit was still a good biscuit, it was fragrant and crispy when bitten down, and Jiang Yuan was distracted for a moment, thinking that the biscuit was so delicious, when Xue Wangliu directly pressed the severed hand on the severed incision .

Huge pain came from the wound, and the red blood fell into beads and fell on the snow, staining the ground and their robes red.

"what……"

Jiang Yuan let out a cry of pain, the pain made his brain go blank, he bit off the biscuit directly, and tasted the meat stuffing inside.

But then a strong spiritual force poured in from the severed hand, connecting the broken blood vessels and meridians together. This time, Jiang Yuan was in so much pain that he couldn't scream, it was a thousand times more painful than just now!

Seeing that this little swordsman was about to pass out from the pain, Xue Wangliu sighed, flicked his forehead with his left hand, and said helplessly: "Lan Ze's swordsman is so afraid of pain, he will be laughed at if he goes out in the future .”

The pain was largely dispelled by that bullet, Jiang Yuan got a chance to breathe, his out-of-focus eyes regained light, he chewed the biscuits in his mouth and swallowed them hoarsely: "I'm not afraid of pain, only me……"

"Don't talk so much, disperse the spirit in the body, use your spiritual power to unblock the meridian of the broken hand, and then run it for five weeks." Xue Wangliu said lightly, "Remember not to be distracted."

Hearing this, Jiang Yuan closed his eyes, and began to follow Xue Wangliu's words, mobilizing his spiritual power to flow through the meridians in his body, and every time it passed through the severed hand, the pain was still excruciating.

Xue Angliu's spiritual power circulated in Jiang Yuan's body together, helping him to connect the meridians of the severed hand, and the clenched hands of the two still remained in place.

Although this little sword cultivator has a low level of cultivation, his foundation is solid, and the spiritual power in his body is small but not weak. It seems that his daily practice is quite serious and solid, and his meridians are broad. It should only be a matter of time before he reaches the golden core.

Seeing his severed hand tremble suddenly, Xue Wangliu let out a sigh of relief.

It seems that the meridians are connected.

He slowly withdrew his hand and spiritual power, and said in a gentle voice: "After the five weeks are over, let's go for another five weeks. Do you feel it in your hands now?"

Jiang Yuan was already sweating profusely from the pain and his face was pale. He opened his eyes and looked at Xue Wangliu and nodded: "Yes, but it hurts."

"Just bear the pain, go back and act coquettishly with your master and senior brother, and ask for more elixir." Xue Wangliu suddenly asked with a smile, "Where is your storage bag?"

Jiang Yuan lowered his head: "It's in my clothes."

Xue Wangliu asked him to support the broken hand, but he reached out to take out the storage bag in Jiang Yuan's arms.

Seeing this, Jiang Yuan hurriedly said: "There are not many spirit stones in it, if senior needs it, I..."

I saw that Xue Langjun grabbed a black long sword out of thin air and stuffed it into his storage bag, and then stuffed a handful of medicinal herbs and a golden spirit stone.

"...Senior, what are you doing?"

Jiang Yuan was dumbfounded, this man is so rich!

Xue Wangliu: "Chinese New Year is coming soon, I'll give you a big red envelope as a thank you for helping me work in my house during this time." He glanced at Jiang Yuan and reminded: "Continue to be lucky, if you stop, all previous efforts will be wasted .”

Jiang Yuan looked at him, the spiritual power in his body was constantly flowing: "It's too precious, I don't need it, I have my own sword, I..."

"What are you, that sword of yours is the spirit sword that is equipped for the beginners of Lanze Sword Sect. The one I gave you was made by Wujin Chenyun. It is called Xingxing. After you get to Jindan, find a suitable Use it when the time comes. Don’t let others find out, do you understand the crime of having a jade?”

Xue Wangliu stuffed the storage bag that had become heavy into his arms, "I also stuffed some healing herbs for you. There is a pharmacopoeia in it, so I can read it myself. Remember not to let your senior brothers and sisters see it." , This is for you, uncle, not for others."

Jiang Yuan looked at him and blinked, and asked doubtfully, "Aren't you aunt?"

Xue Wangliu: ...

"It doesn't matter what it is, the important thing is that you remember my words." Xue Wangliu patted him on the shoulder, "Run for another five weeks, and leave when the blood stops..."

Before you could say that sentence, a firework hit the sky, illuminating Xue Wangliu's face.

An orchid symbol bloomed on the curtain of the night, and an angry crane chirped in the light of the orchid.One bird sings and a hundred birds rise up, and the originally quiet Furong City is awakened by the sound of birds for a while.

Jiang Yuan was stunned for a moment: "Brother's firework! But what kind of bird call is this..."

Before he finished speaking, the Xue Langjun in front of him had disappeared in place.

The newly repaired door panel in Xue Wangliu's small courtyard fell to the side again, and when he walked into the courtyard, he saw the sword cultivators who were staggered and injured. Can't die.

And Ding Hong has already shown her original form to protect them, entangled with three or four black mist endlessly.

Xue Wangliu raised his hand to disperse the black mist around Ding Hong, rushed into the room, and saw Xin Yi wrestling with the two clouds of black mist with a sword, and Nianshu who was lying on the bed had long since disappeared.

"Mr Xue Lang! It's dangerous here, retreat quickly!" Seeing him coming in, Xin Yi yelled angrily at him to get out, lest the black mist ghost rush over and hurt innocent mortals.

Xue Wangliu looked at the empty bed with a gloomy face, suddenly laughed, and said, "Uncle, I hate disobedient little clever ghosts the most."

He went straight to Xin Yi's side, and while the little sword cultivator was exclaiming, he stretched his hand directly into the black mist, and then, amidst the little sword cultivator's angry shout, he squeezed the two black mist apart.

Xin Yi's original roar broke instantly, and then turned into a cock crow. Xue Wangliu attributed the sound to him praising how fierce he was.

Seeing the two clouds of black mist dissipate in the hands of the ordinary Xue Langjun, Xin Yi was about to ask him who he was, when he saw that after the mist dissipated, a mass of black hair and a piece of hair connected by it appeared. something thin.

Xue Wangliu twisted the piece of leather and looked carefully for a while, then heard the little Jianxiu finally stopped crowing and asked, "What is this?"

"Human skin, and the hair attached to the human skin." Xue Wangliu finished speaking softly, a ball of fire suddenly burst out in the palm of his hand, burning the hair and human skin to ashes.

Xin Yi was shocked: "Why did you lose them?"

"I didn't burn it, he ignited it himself." Xue Wangliu looked at the blue flames in the one that fell on the ground, "Those ghost fogs were made from the soul of the human skin owner."

Xin Yi stood there with a sword in his hand and stared at him in a daze, his heart was filled with the image of this Xue Langjun lightly crushing the black mist, recalling the way he used to bite a fairy elder to himself in the past, only for a while. I felt bitter in my mouth and didn't know what to say.

"What about the blind beggar? He was taken away by the black mist?" Xue Wangliu turned his head and asked.

Xin Yi nodded timidly, and was about to explain when Xue Wangliu interrupted: "Do you know where they left?"

He went into the room and rummaged on the bed and asked, "Did it go from the ground or from the ground?"

Xin Yi said honestly: "It's in the sky."

If he didn't see the mahogany charm he recited on the bed, it should still be on him.Xue Wangliu closed his eyes, carefully looking for the location of his spiritual power in this city.

Xin Yi saw that he suddenly stood still in front of the bed, opened his mouth to say something, but didn't know what to say, but at this moment there was a cry of pain from his junior in the courtyard, and he ran out quickly, only to see a crane stepping on it. On Junior Brother's body, use its beak to feed a pill into his mouth.

Where did the crane come from?Isn't it a goose?

Xin Yi looked at the crane for a moment, and suddenly found that the part of the crane that had black feathers was actually golden, and there was a faint golden circle on top of the black lines on its neck.

Only the golden-feathered crane grows golden feathers in the world, and there is only one golden-feathered crane in the world, which is the beloved pet of Huahan Sect Patriarch Xiangu Xueliu.

If this is Huahanzong's precious crane, then why is it here?Who is this Xue Langjun?

The author says:

Keywords: broken hand, aunt.

Xue Wangliu: Don't give me all these things, please call me the most famous doctor Xue Wangliu.