After the cannon fodder became a heartthrob [Quick Transmigration]

Lan Dai suddenly said: "The last time my master appeared in the Yaowang Valley, he completely lost his mind and just kept wandering along the edge of the valley. Yaotong saw Xin Lian and wanted to bring him back, but I stopped him."

When Lan Dai found him, it was very late, very late, and he didn't even have a chance to try.

Medicine King would go down the mountain for treatment every once in a while, and the date of return was different. At first Lan Dai didn't take Master's failure seriously, but when he found out that something was wrong, it was over.

It was a corpse poison that was contracted from nowhere, it would make people lose their minds, their limbs would become stiff, and eventually they would become a walking dead.It is a kind of poison that only exists in ancient books, there is no medicine to cure it, and it cannot be cured.For the first time, Lan Dai experienced the impermanence of heaven and the powerlessness of man.

Standing outside the house, he took two deep breaths, straightened his hair facing the reflection in the well, squeezed out a usual smile, and opened the door with a relaxed look.

The man inside the door, dressed in coarse linen and rolling on the bed, immediately sat upright when he heard the sound, and quickly picked up a book and placed it on his lap.

Lan Dai glanced at Yao Wang's crumpled quilt and overturned books, pretending not to notice his small movements.

"I brought the album here, don't you always want to read it?"

Yao Wang was very happy when he heard the words, and showed a sincere and somewhat shy smile to Lan Dai.

"it is good."

For a moment, Lan Dai almost thought that the person he knew was back, even if it was just a momentary illusion, he almost couldn't hold back his face.

Obviously the corners of the eyes have been stained with fine lines, the hair is mixed with silver threads, and the skin is no longer smooth, why, why the medicine king can still smile like a boy.Not knowing whether it was the medicine king's innocence or the afternoon sun that hurt his eyes, Lan Dai lowered his head to hide the moisture in his eyes, and brushed the corners of his eyes with his fingertips as if inadvertently.

Yao Wang was dissatisfied with Lan Dai's dazed mind, and anxiously urged Lan Dai to show him the album.

Lan Dai put away the thousands of thoughts in his heart, and sat beside the master with a calm face to look through them together.

The king of medicine, who had returned to his childish cognition, was soon attracted by the medicinal herbs in the picture album. The corners of the thick picture paper were the footnotes he wrote over the years, densely packed, and only one person's memory was contained in it. ...from youth all the way to adulthood...and then stops abruptly.

And Lan Dai glanced at it and couldn't help but look away. No matter how beautiful the picture book is, it can only record a moment, but it can't draw a trace in that person's life.

Yao Wang couldn't put it down and said: "It's really well written."

There was bitterness in Lan Dai's mouth, and her eyes became more and more stinging.

"It was written by my master."

Yao Wang's words came to his lips but he forgot again. He thought about it for a while, his head ached, and he simply gave up.

Yao Wang blinked, blood and tears dripped on the painting, blooming red flowers.

"I can't see clearly."

"Then don't read it."

Lan Dai lifted his sleeve to wipe off the blood on his face, but until his clothes were stained red and his vision blurred, the scorching red never faded.

The pain in Yao Wang's eyes gradually dissipated and was replaced by deep confusion.

He looked at Lan Dai inexplicably.

"Why are you crying?"

"Because I'm not good at learning arts, I don't have the ability to cure diseases and save people, so it's a waste of Master's painstaking teaching."

Lan Dai smoothed his messy long hair like withered grass for him, and his eyes drifted away, looking through layers of clouds and mist to many years ago.

Master took him by the hand and took him all over the mountains, identifying medicinal herbs and distinguishing poisonous substances.

The master told him: "Everyone in the world says that the medicine king valley can revive the dead, and the medicine white bones are just flattering us. I told you not to be playful, not to suppress your nature, but to hope that you will not be able to face the sufferings of the world in the future." Helpless, regret for life."

He didn't understand when he was young, and now he is unwilling to move, but how can things in this world go as he wishes.

When he stood up and walked out the door, there was no more medicine king in the valley.

Xuan Qing didn't know what to say, but kept silent.

"That's not my master, it's just a walking corpse." Lan Dai only glanced out through the window and then withdrew his gaze, "After a few days, Yaotong said that he saw Master in a corner of the building. He ran out, but he was nowhere to be found. No one knows whether he is crazy or not, and whether he is dead or not, because there is no more medicine king in the valley."

Lan Dai put away the needle, stood up, and straightened the hem of the clothes.Only now did Xuan Qing realize that his eyes were covered with a layer of pale blue shadow.

"There is no cure for corpse poison. I never need others to help me treat Master."

Xuan Qing struggled to sit up: "Landai, I..."

Lan Dai stretched out her hand, poked Xuan Qing on the head, and pushed Xuan Qing back on the bed.

"Lie down, Nangong Biyan and I don't want to see you alive and kicking."

Xuan Qing said weakly: "Can you..."

"Forgive you," Lan Dai interrupted Xuan Qing, "As a friend, I advise you to take pity on the person in front of you."

Xuan Qing looked at him tangledly, waving his sleeves without taking away a single cloud.

Come here, at least pour me... a glass of water.

Xuan Qing sighed deeply, feeling extremely depressed in his heart, it is an extravagant hope to relieve his sorrows with wine, even the desire to relieve his sorrows with water is shattered.

The good news is that Xuan Qing's gaze finally moved from the emerald green bed cover to the beams of the room.

This familiar position is very suitable for someone to jump down and look at Xuanqing with bright eyes.

As soon as the thought occurred, Xuan Qing saw a black shadow passing by, and the next moment, Nangong Yu was looking at him puzzledly, blinking his shining moves.

"..."

Xuan Qing was speechless and choked, this day is destined to be long.

Nangongyu couldn't hear Xuanqing's inner sorrow and lamentation, and squatted obediently by the bed, appearing quiet and harmless.

Xuan Qing couldn't bear the pure eyes of the innocent young man, raised his hand to cover his eyes, and couldn't help but slow down his tone.

"Tell me, what mission are you carrying with you this time?"

Nangong Yu said honestly: "Master Lan believes that your body has great uses, and you can use cartilage powder to imprison it here, but brother wants to abolish your martial arts directly to avoid future troubles."

It unfolded without any surprises, and Xuanqing was even a little relieved that the script was finally no longer out of control.

Xuan Qing put down his hands: "Let's do it, man is the knife and I am the fish."

Nangong Yu's eyes slid around Xuan Qing's body, her expression was quite aggrieved.

"I can't move, I don't have such a cultivation base, and I don't know such sorcery."

Nangong Yu spoke so sincerely that Xuan Qing almost forgot the origin of his killer, thinking that he was the son of some martial arts family.

"Then what should I do?" Xuan Qing kindly advised him, "How about breaking my tendons directly, it's convenient, quick, and clean."

Nangongyu pondered for a moment when she heard the words, then raised two fingers to gesticulate on Xuanqing's wrist, and swipe several times horizontally and vertically.

Seeing Xuanqing's heart chilled for a while, he regretted his quick talk, Nangong Yu was inexperienced at first glance, if the knife was cut off, it would hurt to think about it again.

"Just show the momentum you used to wipe your neck, and keep in mind the three-character formula: fast, accurate, and ruthless." Xuan Qing showed a heroic style, "I won't blame you, come on."

The puzzlement in Nangong Yu's eyes became more intense, she stared straight at Xuan Qing's face, as if she wanted to see a flower there.

Nangong Yu: "He is indeed right."

Xuan Qing asked: "Which him?"

Nangong Yu said: "You seem to be very afraid that I will not be able to complete the task?"

Xuan Qing was speechless.

Occupational disease, he has been a benevolent hero for too long, and he is used to putting the help of others first. If the holy fathers in the world are ranked according to their seniority, Xuanqing will be the second even if he does not fight for the first.

Nangong Yu turned her wrist, and there was a small knife in her palm, and the sharp blade caught his wandering eyes.

Xuan Qing straightened his hands and feet, gritted his teeth, and prepared for the pain that followed, but the blade turned and pierced into Xuan Qing's pillow.

With a slash of the knife, there was a stabbing sound, and a few packets of medicine sachets fell out of the scattered cotton wool.

Xuan Qing: "..."

Xuan Qing stared straight at his eyes, no wonder his neck hurts from sleeping, it turned out to be from a pain!

"The cartilage powder left by Miracle Doctor Lan is here."

While explaining, Nangong Yu picked up the medicine bag as if to throw it away.

Xuan Qing hurriedly stopped him, silly boy, I don't know how much this item is worth when sold.Yaowang Valley is definitely a genuine gold-lettered signboard.

Thinking of the poor hero who made a fortune with one move, Xuan Qing almost squinted his eyes with a smile.

Nangongyu watched Xuanqing dragging his sick body slowly and persistently put the medicine bag into his sleeve, thought of something, after a while, said: "I don't need these to deal with Lin Changqing."

In one sentence, he brought back his image as a martial arts son back to the killer.

Xuan Qing leaned against the wall, took a few breaths and said, "Is Lin Changqing your only target?"

"No."

Xuan Qing's heart twitched, she was afraid that Lin Lang would be his next word, so she just listened to him continue.

"And you."

"..."

I haven't seen Nangong Yu's speaking skills for many days--no progress at all!

"After two days, when you regain some strength, I will take you down the mountain together."

Xuan Qing pondered: "Going down the mountain...

Nangong Yu looked at the broken pillow and said, "I'll replace it with a new one for you." While speaking, he had already raised his leg.

"Wait," Xuan Qing called to stop him, "Don't you say I'm a good person?"

Nangong Yu scratched her head and said, "Is this sentence very important?"

"No," Xuan Qing rubbed his nose, "you can go."

Nangong Yu gave Xuan Qing a strange look, turned over and fled out of the window, disappearing.

After a few seconds, the figure floated back again: "You are a good person." After speaking, Nangong Yu really left.

Xuan Qing: "Pfft."

Well, the familiar recipe is back.

Xuanqing's gaze passed through the open window and looked at the lush forest outside the house. This is still the Valley of the Medicine King. Nangong Bi did not hide him outside the valley, which proved that he was not worried that he would be discovered by righteous people.

Where did the righteous people who came to encircle and suppress the "devil" go now?

What Nangong Bi wants is everyone's blind worship, and everyone responds to it, rather than using means to control the Wulin League. He will definitely not easily attack decent people.

How can a martial artist who is so energetic and has nowhere to use it give up without seeing his own corpse?

There is always a bad luck to bear the blame.