Dressed as an apprentice of Our Lady of the Sick

The wind was howling in the woods, Nan Heng carried Xiao Tingxun on his back, unexpectedly felt that this person was a little light, with shoulders that were shaved and waist that was as thin as usual, he could wrap his arms around it with one hand.

He couldn't help but hold him tighter, for fear of being blown away by the wind.

Coming out of the forest, in the open space at the foot of Trial Peak, all the disciples dispersed, only three of them were still standing there.

Shang Min stood with his hands behind him, Yin Jiu stood beside him, and Su Ye opened a folding fan in his hand to shield him from the sun.

"Yuqing...how is it?" Shang Min's face was solemn, and his eyes fell on Xiao Tingxun who was on Nan Heng's back.

Nan Heng carefully put the person down: "Master and Murong... fought against the master, were injured and passed out."

Shang Min took him over. He was tall and could easily help Xiao Tingxun up: "Let's go back to Hanlin Peak first."

"Master Shang," Nan Heng hesitated for a moment, but stopped him, "My master and master...what's going on?"

Shang Min sighed, and waved his hands: "Go back first, and when Yu is awake, you can ask him in person."

After he finished speaking, he took Xiao Tingxun Yujian and left.

The second elder wanted to leave with the jade bone umbrella, but seeing Nan Heng's expression hesitated, he glanced at his eldest apprentice: "Su Ye, take Nan Heng with you."

After finishing speaking, he chased Shang Ming away.

"Oh," Su Ye sighed, "Brother Nan, I really don't want to take you with me."

After the mirror demon incident, Su Ye didn't even pretend to be in front of Nan Heng.

Nan Heng was not in the mood to argue with him at this time, and cupped his hands: "Senior brother Lao Su is here."

"Okay, for Yin Jiu's good-hearted face." After Su Ye finished speaking, he pinched his fingertips, and the folding fan instantly became bigger, "Come up."

Nan Heng put on the fan with him, and Su Ye's imperial fan flew up and stuck behind the second elder.

The wind whizzed by, Su Ye stood in front, but his eyes were fixed on Yin Jiu, thinking that Nan Heng was nothing.

Originally, if it wasn't for this little trash, he would have been able to ride with Yin Jiu.

"Wu Yan untied the seal of the forbidden demon seal." Behind him, Nan Heng said suddenly, "You knew it back then, why didn't you say it?"

"You know?" Su Ye turned around and glanced at him with a smile, "You're pretty smart."

Nan Heng's eyebrows suddenly turned cold: "He secretly practiced his access control technique, but you didn't report it?"

"Binding spirits is a unique secret technique of the Soul Sacrifice Sect. How can it be called a forbidden technique?" Su Ye smiled frivolously, and stretched out his fingertips to pick Nan Heng's chin.

"Go away!" Nan Heng turned away in disgust, "You like the second elder, then please concentrate and don't go around messing around."

"Hey, junior brother, are you a flower or a grass?"

Nan Heng was so disgusted by his appearance, he pinched his wrist with his backhand and folded it behind his back: "If you want to talk, say it well."

"Although I have never seen the binding spirit of the Soul Sacrifice Gate, I have seen related records in the Library Pavilion. The real binding spirit is the host and a senior with powerful magic power, or someone he wants to form a bond with. People, use their own blood to make the souls of the two communicate with each other."

"In this way, the host can use the lifelong spells and even the body and sword skills mastered by the bonded person to refine the tricks. Although it is powerful, it consumes a lot of its own spiritual power, so even if the soul priests master it, they rarely call the bonded partner. Come out, unless it's a matter of life or death, or an extremely important duel scene."

"That's right," Su Ye was restrained by him, but he could still laugh, "Junior Brother Nan is really knowledgeable."

Nan Heng ignored him: "However, the two sides of the spirit binding are based on equality. The friend is sober and maintains his own independent consciousness. The host relies on the friend's magic skills, and the friend is attached to the world, so he sends his soul here. For binding spirits."

"The Sixth Elder just now has clearly lost his mind. What Wu Yan secretly practiced is definitely not the art of binding spirits."

Su Ye nodded seriously: "Yes, that's not binding spirits, so what? I should report to the head? Without evidence, who would believe me?"

"Heh," Nan Heng sneered, "You don't have any evidence, so you keep it secret, or it's because of your own conspiracy later, you know it in your heart."

"Su Ye, you should pray that my master is not seriously injured."

"What? If Elder Yuqing is seriously injured, are you going to settle accounts with me?" Su Ye blinked and smiled at him, "Junior Brother Nan, Elder Yuqing was not beaten like this by me. Are you going too far?"

The hand holding Su Ye's wrist tightened suddenly, Nan Heng picked up his skirt with the other hand, and brought Su Ye in front of him: "Yes. Although you didn't do it, all of this is because of your own Selfish desire arises!"

Su Ye's face turned pale from the pain, and Liu Mei frowned suddenly: "Confront me now, and you won't be afraid that I will throw you down."

"You dare not." Nan Heng said firmly.

Yin Jiu was right in front, no matter how insidious Su Ye was, he would pretend to be his obedient apprentice so that Yin Jiu would not find any clues.

"Boring." Su Ye endured the pain, still maintaining his composure.

Nan Heng let go of his hand. He said this not for the sake of quarreling: "I don't care who you like, who you love, and what plans you have in your heart. But from now on, if you dare to involve my master again, I will I will never forgive you!"

"Okay." Su Ye breathed a sigh of relief, and moved the wrist that was pinched red by Nan Heng, "Junior Brother Nan is really rough. After that, I just don't want you to know what my brother is doing."

"You...!" Nan Heng was angry.

But Su Ye lowered the fan a little shamelessly, pointed in front of him and said, "We're here, why don't you go and see Elder Yuqing?"

Nan Heng gave him a cold look, jumped off the fan and ran in without looking back.

In Xiao Tingxun's room on the second floor, Shang Min and Yin Jiu were standing at the door, the door was ajar, and they were talking in low voices.

Seeing Nan Heng running up, Shang Min silenced his voice, and looked up with a calm face.

"Master Shang, Second Elder." Nan Heng said, "How is my master?"

Shang Min responded and patted Nan Heng on the shoulder.

Yin Jiu just nodded his head: "Yuqing's injury is not serious, but He Xu is a spiritual root of the fire element, and most of the techniques he practiced are in conflict with Yuqing's. One palm hurts the heart, and needs to be recuperated."

[He Xu, the former sixth elder of the Changqing Sect, the alias of Murong Qing. 】

"Then how should I recuperate?" Nan Heng immediately asked.

"Just now, I have already helped him heal with spells. There is no serious problem, but the heart veins still have residual injuries, which cannot be healed. Just take him to the back of the spiritual spring to take a bath and warm up."

"There is a lot of spiritual energy there, and it only takes a few days to repair the damaged heart." Yin Jiu said.

Nan Heng's hanging heart was completely let go: "Thank you, Second Elder."

"Then we won't bother Yuqing's rest." Shang Ming said, "Nan Heng, please take care of your master. When Yu wakes up, send me a message as soon as possible. The matter of Wu Yan is really strange. I have sent People went to check."

"I have to worry about the boss."

"By the way, when you went after Yuqing, did you see any suspicious characters or other clues?"

When Shang Min mentioned this, Nan Heng remembered the bird song and the man in black who was moving strangely, so he told Shang Min about it.

Shang Min's expression suddenly turned dark: "If it is really the soul sacrifice gate, then the matter will be serious."

He pondered for a moment, seeing Nan Heng still standing there, he realized just now: "You go to rest too, remember to send a message."

"Yes. Sect Leader and Second Elder, go slowly." Nan Heng saluted and sent them off.

Xiao Tingxun fell into a coma until the next evening before waking up.

Nan Heng was afraid that he would be hungry for a day and his body would be weak, so he made some porridge and side dishes and warmed them in the pot.

Therefore, as soon as Xiao Tingxun woke up, he saw the red sunset glow outside the window, which penetrated the window and scattered on the floor. Nan Heng moved a small stool and leaned on his bedside. He did not know how long he had been guarding it, but he had already fallen asleep. .

He moved his fingers slightly, trying to lift the quilt and get up, but Nan Heng who was sleeping suddenly woke up.

He rubbed his sleepy eyes, looked at Xiao Tingxun: "Master, are you awake?!"

His tone was full of joy and excitement.

"Hmm..." Xiao Tingxun responded, but his voice was torn and hoarse.

"Master, wait a moment!" A light flashed in Nan Heng's eyes, and then he went downstairs like the wind and went to the temporary small kitchen in the small courtyard. water.

After a while, he returned to Xiao Tingxun's room with the wooden tray, and put the tray on the small stool by the bed.

On the tray are green vegetable porridge, peach blossom crisps, and a cup of warm water, which is very complete.

He picked up the glass of warm water and handed it to Xiao Tingxun: "Master, drink water to moisturize your throat first, and then eat something."

Xiao Tingxun looked cold, took the cup from his hand, drank it slowly, and felt his throat feel better.

After eating some clear porridge and lotus flower crisps, my body gradually regained some strength.

"That Wu Yan, how is he?"

The first thing he said after waking up was to ask that Wu Yan who beat up his own apprentice violently, he really had the demeanor of an elder Yuqing.

Nan Heng sighed, it's over, Master's Madonna disease happened again.

But seeing Xiao Tingxun's expression was cold and serious, he still replied: "Wu Yan is dead."

Xiao Tingxun frowned: "Dead?"

"Well, his spiritual power is overdrawn, his spiritual veins are broken, and he lost a lot of blood, so he can't be saved." Nan Heng sighed, "Master, you should take care of yourself first. If you are injured like this, you should worry about it." other people."

Xiao Tingxun really shut his mouth, lowered his eyes, stared at the spots of light on the floor, not knowing what to think.

Nan Heng had a headache.

He tugged at Xiao Tingxun's sleeve: "Master, do you still feel uncomfortable? The head told me that if you wake up, I will send him a message."

"Don't tell him yet." Xiao Tingxun suddenly said, "In the middle of the night, don't disturb him to rest."

What Wu Yan practiced was the forbidden art of soul sacrifice, burning souls to sacrifice souls.

Shang Min should have noticed it too. I'm afraid that it's hard to get a good night's sleep at night after being so busy with this matter during the day. He has already woken up anyway, so it's better to talk about it tomorrow.

But when he thought of Murong Qing's white eyes and delirious appearance, he suddenly felt a chill down his spine.

The appearance of Murong Qing was not a coincidence. When Nan Heng and Wu Yan were fighting, Murong Qing killed him, and the man in black from the Soul Sacrifice Sect behind him wanted Nan Heng's life.

But Nan Heng's identity is just a humble and inconspicuous apprentice under his sect.Why bother?

And when he was fighting with Murong Qing, Murong Qing was sober for a moment, and said a word to him, which seemed to be: Find me.

What are you looking for?Murong Qing didn't have time to say the following words.

He clenched his fist, and a bold guess slowly formed in his mind.

Perhaps in the Soul Sacrifice Sect, someone, like him, was born again.

That man knew everything about the previous life and what he was planning, so he planned to kill Nan Heng before his seal was broken and the blood of the demons awakened.

But this is just his guess.

"Master."

The wrist was suddenly grasped.Xiao Tingxun lowered his head, and Nan Heng was looking at him with a pair of bright black eyes, "Since you don't tell the head, if you wake up again, let's go soak in the Lingquan."

"Huh?" Xiao Tingxun didn't understand Nan Heng's sudden nonsense.

"The second elder said that your heart veins are damaged, and you need to soak in more spiritual springs to warm up." Nan Heng said.

Seeing Xiao Tingxun sitting still, he bit his lower lip, boldly picked him up from the couch, and strode outside.

Xiao Tingxun's face darkened in an instant, he glared at Nan Heng angrily, and said in a cold voice, "Put me down!"

"No." Nan Heng returned to him, while running faster, "This is what the second elder told me, let me take good care of you."