Dressed as an apprentice of Our Lady of the Sick

The night was quiet, and the surrounding area was filled with the scorching smell of the fierce earth and fire.

Nan Heng coughed a few times, and slowly saw Xiao Tingxun's paper-white face clearly through the smoky mist in the night.

"Step aside."

Xiao Tingxun clenched his upper and lower teeth together, and the words he spoke were cold and piercing.

Nan Heng didn't move, enduring the severe pain in his palm, the hand on Ranchen tightened again.

"What are you doing in front of him? Practicing forbidden techniques, you are about to be sent to the evil stage to be punished."

His voice was calm, but Nan Heng only felt that this kind of calm fell on his ears, which was frighteningly cold.

"That's not now." He gritted his teeth, and put his other hand on Xiao Tingxun's sword-holding hand, "Master, we are in Guchen Pavilion now, and the Second Elder and the others are still waiting for us."

"Heh, heh heh heh," Zhou Gan, who was leaning against the pillar of the corridor, suddenly laughed, "Mr. Yuqing is probably confused. I practice forbidden techniques? Does anyone know?"

"Apart from the two of you, who saw it? Even if you tell it, who will believe it?"

"Do you think that those sects of cultivating immortals outside are all quick-witted and able to turn around? I'm afraid that if you slap a mountain of ironclad evidence on their foreheads, they will all have to ask one more question, is this true!"

Xiao Tingxun's eyes were gloomy for an instant, his body was full of spiritual power, and the stripped spiritual currents overflowed from the dusty dust.

"Shut up!" Nan Heng turned around and gave Zhou Gan a sharp look, "Sooner or later we will have evidence! No matter who it is, what they have done will always leave traces!"

But Zhou Gan laughed even harder: "Then I'll just wait and see. In fact, if Murong Qing's soul is still there, you really have a chance to prove that I, Zhou Gan, did the previous things, but now, there is no proof!"

He bit the last four words very hard, with a sense of revenge.

"Despicable and shameless!" Xiao Tingxun said angrily.

The dust in his hands buzzed, trying to shake Nan Heng away and kill him.

But Nan Heng held the blade tightly and approached him step by step, the two of them almost touched the tip of their noses.

"Master!"

Nan Heng stared into his eyes, and was shocked to find that Xiao Tingxun's eyes had turned into an endless abyss.

Dark and deep, devouring everything, completely devoid of consciousness.

Blood meandered down from Nan Heng's bloody palm, staining the dark blue robe sleeve red.

"Sinister, give me—get out of the way!"

Xiao Tingxun gritted his teeth tightly, slammed hard, and raised his hand to hit Nan Heng on the shoulder.

Nan Heng didn't dodge or dodge, and took the palm alive.He held the sword tightly with one hand, and gently wrapped Xiao Tingxun with the other hand, leaning his head to his ear: "Master, Master left something for you, let's go back and have a look, okay?"

Xiao Tingxun was stunned, looking at Nan Heng, the darkness in his eyes faded away, and he was completely dazed.

He didn't answer, and didn't withdraw his sword, just looked at Nan Heng in a daze.

"Let's find a quiet place and see what Master wants to say to you?" Nan Heng's voice was soft, almost coaxing a child.

Xiao Tingxun was still in a daze, and only after a while did he utter a word: "Okay."

Nan Heng took off the dust in his hand, wiped his own blood on the edge of the sword on the hem of his clothes, and inserted it back into the scabbard.

Then he wiped the blood from his hands on his body a few times indiscriminately, wiped it all off, and then went to Fu Xiao Ting Xun.

Zhou Qian leaned against the pillars, stared at their figures, and narrowed his eyes: "You two, go slowly, and Zhou will not see him off."

Nan Heng tightened his hands, and he turned his head to look at the complacent figure: "Zhou Qian, you need to know that extreme joy begets sorrow, whether extreme happiness comes, you are just relying on the power of others to increase your prestige, what is there to be proud of?"

The proud face behind him suddenly froze.

Zhou Gan clenched his fists, trembling with anger.

"Pavilion Master, ask the disciples to help the Pavilion Master kill those two bastards!"

A young man in the school uniform of the disciples of Guchen Pavilion walked from the depths of the long corridor. He stood beside Zhou Qian with a respectful tone.

"Cough cough," Zhou Gan grabbed the front of his chest with one hand, and coughed twice, "No...no need. Let them go."

"Then your plan..."

"The plan, I'm afraid it will come true soon."

He had overdrawn too much spiritual power just now with the use of Burning Spirit Sacrificial Soul, and it was already difficult for his low-level body to support him.

Zhou Gan supported the pillar to breathe for a while, and then waved to the young man: "Han'er, come and help the Pavilion Master, I'm getting old, and this bit of spiritual power is never enough..."

"Okay, Pavilion Master, please." Chu Han reached out to support Zhou Qian's arm, and the two turned and entered the bedroom.

In the sleeping hall, the tables and chairs were still overturned, the cups and plates were messed up, and the place was in chaos.

Going around the screen, Su Ruo was still sitting upright on the wooden wheelchair, with her head lowered and her eyes closed, motionless.

Zhou Gan stared at her for a while, and waved his hands a little upset: "Ask someone to send Madam back to her own room. I'm afraid the pavilion will not be quiet during this time. Send more people to guard it. No one but me Can not enter."

"Yes, Pavilion Master."

The candlestick on the table was lit, and soon a disciple knocked on the door and came in, pushing Su Ruo away.

The hall door creaked shut, Zhou Qianchang breathed a sigh of relief, raised his hands and the bed curtain fell, revealing two figures.

Nan Heng left Zhou Qian's courtyard with Xiao Tingxun half-armed and half-supported, and took out the stack of puppet charms from his sleeve, and found a few disciples of Guchen Pavilion to stick them on, and asked them to release the second elder and three people .

But he didn't expect to meet the Second Elder, Qi Jin and Su Ye on the Central Axis Road.

"Junior Brother Nan! How did you and Elder Yuqing get into this state?!" Qi Jin saw it from a distance, startled and terrified, and hurried up to meet him.

Xiao Tingxun's condition is not very good, his face is pale and frightening, his eyes are lowered and lifeless, almost like a walking corpse without a soul, let him drag and support him.

Nan Heng didn't have the heart to talk to Qi Jin, but said: "I'll talk about the other things later, how did you escape? It's all right."

"It's okay, my master, my brother, and I are all fine, we just stayed in the room, and suddenly someone came and told us to let us go back."

"Then, what about the protective barrier of Guchen Pavilion? Has it been withdrawn?"

"Not yet, but the guards at the main gate seem to have been ordered to stop us at all. We don't know where you and Elder Yuqing went, so we waited at the gate." Qi Jin said.

Nan Heng nodded and said nothing.

At this time, the second elder and Su Ye also arrived.

"How could it be like this?" The two were covered in blood and their clothes were messy. Su Ye also frowned and asked.

"I'll talk about this later," Nan Heng looked at the Second Elder, "Second Elder, please show my master quickly."

Yin Jiu didn't ask any further questions, and directly pulled Xiao Tingxun's right hand to check the injury.

Nan Heng didn't notice that Xiao Tingxun's right wrist was bloody and bloody until Yin Jiu lifted up his sleeve, revealing a section of his white wrist, and he could almost see the broken tendons inside.

"Second Elder, how are you doing?"

"Yuqing's right wrist was injured, and her spiritual veins are fragile. If she overuses her spiritual power, her spiritual veins will burst and be cut off inch by inch."

Yin Jiu sighed: "Have you fought against Zhou Gan?"

"Well," Nan Heng replied briefly, and then asked, "Then my master's injury..."

"It can be cured, but it has to wait until after returning to the Changqing Sect." Yin Jiu said, "Now the required spiritual herbs and medicines are not complete, so I can only help him stop the bleeding first, and deal with it simply."

"Okay, Elder Lao Er is here."

Yin Jiu's fingertips condensed healing spiritual power, which led to Xiao Tingxun's wound, and the blood stopped instantly, but the broken spirit veins still did not recover.

He took out a roll of white soft cotton cloth from his Qiankun bag, and carefully helped Xiao Tingxun wrap up the wound.

Then he said: "Okay, I can only do this first. I can only repair the spiritual veins after we return to the Changqing Sect."

"In addition, I have just asked Su Ye to send a message to the head, and someone should come to welcome us soon."

Xiao Tingxun has been very quiet, and has no reaction to Nan Heng Yin Jiu's conversation.

He just rested his head gently on Nan Heng's shoulder, lowered his eyes, as docile as a puppet.

"Hey, let's go." Seeing his appearance, Yin Jiu sighed, "Leave here first, and we'll talk about it later."

Nan Heng nodded in response, and the group quickly left Guchen Pavilion.

Xiao Tingxun's condition was very bad, and he had no choice but to travel overnight, so they had to go back to the county magistrate of Anze County first. Qi Jin was worried about his mother, so he went back to Qi's house.

The west wing room was slashed by Xiao Tingxun's sword before, so it must have not been repaired. Originally, Nan Heng thought that he could just squeeze with the second elder and the others.

The county magistrate was so enthusiastic that he led them to another courtyard and vacated a guest room.

"Two immortals, please rest here. I'll send someone outside to call for a doctor right away!" Seeing the distressed look of the two, the county magistrate reacted even more exaggeratedly than Qi Jin.

Nan Heng helped Xiao Tingxun into the room, sat down on the bed, and the magistrate walked around the room, rubbing his hands, almost sweating on his brow.

Nan Heng was helpless, but he could only explain clearly to him: "No, his injury can't be healed by ordinary doctors. You don't have to worry, we'll be fine after a night of rest. However, please help us prepare some hot water and a change of clothes."

"Hey, good!" The county magistrate repeatedly agreed, and his attentive attitude made Nan Heng suspicious.

But before Nan Heng opened his mouth to ask a question, he had already answered it himself.

"This time, it is really thanks to a few immortals who helped us catch the demon clan that was causing trouble in the wish-fulfilling temple! Otherwise, the people in this small place in Anze County will die in less than two years. Absolutely."

Nan Heng didn't pay attention to anything else, but the word "Demon Race" rang in his ears like thunder.

"Demon race?" Nan Heng's expression froze immediately.

"That's right, it's not because of the demons! The old Taoist leader of the wish-fulfilling temple is disguised by the demons!"

But the county magistrate didn't notice it at all, and continued to say: "The demons pretended to be the elders of Guchen Pavilion, but luckily they were picked out by several immortals and sent to the head of Guchen Pavilion."

"Now that demon clan and his two accomplices have been executed, and the corpses are hanging on our Fumin Terrace in Anze County. The immortals have worked hard and rested. You can go and have a look tomorrow morning."