medicine stone without medicine

Qingyang Mountain, Shutong Courtyard.

Qin Dongyi, who was originally unconscious on the couch, woke up at some point. He fell to the ground, his face was extremely pale, and he spit out blood suddenly.

Seeing this, Lian Yao at the side hurried forward to feel his pulse.

The spiritual flow is disordered and the poison enters the heart, but apart from Jin Jiao's poison, there is another unknown force that is devouring his vitality.

Although Lian Yao is a medical practitioner, he couldn't figure out what happened, so he could only use spiritual power to stabilize his blood.

Another burst of dull pain came from Qin Dongyi's heart, and then the dull pain gradually became sharper, as if being torn apart by thousands of insects and ants.

Qin Dongyi subconsciously glanced at the place where Lou Hua stayed before, and it was empty.

A tear of blood dripped from the corner of his eye, his reason was torn apart by pain, and he asked instinctively:

"Elder, where is Thirteen?"

"He fled last night, and his whereabouts are unknown."

Lian Yao helped Qin Dongyi onto the couch.

The tearing feeling in Qin Dongyi's heart involved all internal organs, and even the dragon's breath had a faint tendency to get out of control.

In the ears, there is the ringtone that has never stopped since the beginning.

He is very familiar with the sound of the bell, it is a gift from him to Chang Ying, if Chang Ying is in danger, he can hear the call of the silver bell.

After a while, he suddenly got up and stumbled towards the door, looking like he was about to go out, and he was still chanting:

"Aying, Aying is in danger."

Lian Yao dragged him back again, and finally put him on the couch to comfort him:

"What danger can Ah Ying be in? She was reading a book next door just now!"

Lian Yao didn't know why he suddenly asked this, but in order to reassure him, she immediately called Chang Ying who was reading a picture book next door.

The child was standing right in front of him, with the residue of the snacks on his mouth.

Qin Dongyi's expression paused, and the ringing in his ears continued:

"Where is your silver bell?"

Chang Ying's heart skipped a beat, and then she answered in a low voice:

"I, I drew Lou's brother..."

As soon as these words came out, the room fell into a strange silence for a moment.

Qin Dongyi's eyes were covered with a layer of blood, and then there seemed to be warm liquid flowing over his cheeks.

He subconsciously raised his hand to touch it, then looked down.

Hands full of scarlet.

"Master!!"

The fragrance of medicine is overflowing.

Sunlight poured into the house through the windows, filling the room with warmth.

The medicinal fragrance is mixed with the fresh smell of trees, grass, and soil. Occasionally, you can hear the sound of the breeze blowing across the lake, and the melodious calls of birds on the trees.

The sleeping face of the person on the couch was peaceful, with gentle brows, but their eyebrows were slightly furrowed.

He is very cold, even if the sun shines on him, it can't bring him warmth.

There were loud wailing in his ears.

There are demons, men and women, adults and babies.

Various voices stacked together, and finally overwhelmed by a complaining female voice:

"Go to hell."

Lou Hua opened his eyes suddenly, his breathing was a little short, and the scarlet in his eyes was still red.

He looked straight at the wooden ceiling of the room, and as his breathing eased, the color in his eyes faded a bit, and finally turned into the usual dark red.

Lou Hua propped herself up and sat up.

The wounds on his body have been treated, and they have basically healed.I don't know whose clothes I'm wearing, they are a bit too big.

He found the red rope he used to tie his hair by the pillow, and casually wrapped it around his hands, then looked around.

The layout of this room is fresh and elegant, and it can be seen that the owner of the room is also a gentleman.

Lou Hua looked at the calligraphy and paintings hanging on the opposite wall, and after a while, suddenly heard footsteps outside the door.

Lou Hua squinted slightly, and then saw a slender man walking in from outside the screen.

He has delicate features, a bookish look, and a small mole on his right eyelid.

Wen Jianxian!

Lou Hua's eyes froze, and he raised his hand to attack him without any hesitation.

Wen Jianxian seemed to be taken aback, he didn't expect that the dying person would suddenly attack at this time, and he couldn't dodge it in time.

In addition, he had no strength to restrain the chicken, so he was quickly pinched on the table by the neck.

"Where's the Wuqing man?"

"What Wuqing? Young master, please speak up if you have something to say, I don't mean anything malicious."

Wen Jianxian was still calm when he was threatened by someone strangling his neck.

He comforted Lou Hua with a few words first, and then saw that it didn't help, so he explained to Lou Hua at the fastest speed:

"I found you on the river bank in the lower reaches of Yangchuan this morning when I went to collect herbs. You have three soul-locking needles and poison on you. I washed your clothes for you. They are hanging outside to dry. The hair rope is for you. You put it next to the pillow, people are washed with cleaning techniques, don't worry, apart from healing your wounds, I haven't touched a single hair of yours!"

After Wen Jianxian said so many words in one breath, he still stared at himself fiercely while looking at the Lou Hua, so he added cautiously:

"If I tell half a lie, the sky will be struck by lightning."

Lou Hua narrowed his eyes slightly, as if he was observing whether he was acting.

It was indeed Moxiu's face in front of him, but his expression was sincere, not fake, and his cultivation level was so low that it could almost be ignored.

"Baby, what he said should be true. He is the same as the portrait you saw, with a small mole on his right eyelid. And that Moxiu didn't have it at that time, do you remember?"

Ying Long spoke at this time.

"Why should I observe something on a dead man's face?"

Lou Hua was still angry with Ying Long, so his tone was not good.

But he also listened to Ying Long's words, so he hesitated for a moment.

Afterwards, he opened his mouth, as if he wanted to ask something, but his eyes paused, and he looked in the direction of the door.

someone is coming.

Lou Hua narrowed her eyes slightly, thought for a moment, and poured a stream of spiritual flow into Wen Jianxian's neck.

Lingliu was cold and ruthless, but he curled his lips and smiled softly:

"You'd better keep your mouth shut."

After finishing speaking, he pushed Wen Jianxian away, concealed his figure, and leaned lazily on the bed.

Wen Jianxian didn't know what sin he had done to deserve this. He touched his neck and took a deep breath, coughed twice, still in shock.

The external spiritual flow from the neck pierced into his meridians, whizzing coldly, like a warning, but also a threat.

Wen Jianxian also knew that this person was not easy to mess with, so he didn't ask any more questions, and just tidied up the mess in the house silently.

After he finished these, the door of the house creaked, and someone came back.

"elder brother!"

The person who came in was wearing coarse clothes, and he took off his bamboo hat, revealing the same face as Wen Jianxian.

The only difference is that he doesn't have the little mole on Wen Jianxian's eye.

"Si Qi, why is it so early today?"

As Wen Jianxian said, he subconsciously glanced at Lou Hua who was playing with his hair on the bed.

The man stretched out his body, raised his hand to gather the loose long hair together, and tied it loosely with the red rope in his hand.

He noticed that Wen Jianxian was looking at him, and he bent his eyes and smiled at him.

Wen Jianxian withdrew his gaze like an electric shock.

That person had such a strong sense of presence, but Wen Siqi, who had just entered the door, did not notice that there was another person in the room at all. He walked around the room to look around:

"There is danger outside, come back and see you."

"Danger?"

Wen Jianxian poured him a cup of tea.

"Have you heard of the painting in the Dark Fragrance Valley? This person is very dangerous, with red eyes and white clothes. He has appeared nearby recently. I guess he may have come to look for you in search of news."

"……Oh?"

Wen Jianxian felt a dense chill in his heart.

He looked at the people on the bed from the corner of his eye.

Red eyes, white clothes.

At the same time, the thread of spiritual flow in his meridian suddenly tingled for a moment.

That was Lou Hua reminding him not to talk too much.

Wen Jianxian swallowed the words that came to his lips.

But Wen Siqi didn't notice Wen Jianxian's strangeness, and still told himself:

"Brother is the son of God, with a special physique. It is the last inheritance of Huaixing Pavilion. Naturally, you must protect yourself carefully. Back then, the group of thieves were still trying their best to find you. Fortunately, it is safe enough to hide here for a day. "

Wen Siqi walked to the side of the bed.

Beside him, Lou Hua had quietly condensed an ice bow, the bowstring was fully drawn, and the arrow pointed straight at Wen Siqi's side neck.

The invisible danger was around, but Wen Siqi still didn't notice it.

At the same time, the sunlight outside the house came in, and his face was at the junction of shadow and warm light, which was inexplicably weird.

He looked at Wen Jianxian, curled the corners of his lips, but there was no smile in his eyes:

"If you see strange people or strange things, you must tell me, okay?"

"Brother, I will protect you."

Wen Jianxian took a step back subconsciously.

His younger brother was being pointed at with an arrow, and he didn't know when he would loosen his fingers.And there was an invisible knife in his body, which made him dare not speak more.

In the end, Wen Jianxian only managed to smile at Wen Siqi:

"Got it, I will."

Wen Siqi nodded:

"That's good. I just checked it. He probably hasn't found it yet. Since it's all right, I'll go first."

He picked up his bamboo hat, put it on his head again, and smiled at Wen Jianxian before leaving:

"Brother, I want porridge tonight."

Wen Jianxian nodded and waved to him as farewell:

"Understood, I'll add sugar to you."

The wooden door opened and closed, and the sound of footsteps outside the door gradually faded away.

The moment Lou Hua withdrew his spiritual power, Wen Jianxian's clothes were almost soaked in cold sweat, he gasped for breath, and held on to the table to prevent himself from falling to the ground.

Lou Hua got up from the bed, walked over and patted him on the shoulder reassuringly:

"Performing well."

Wen Jianxian was noncommittal, he took a moment to sit back on the chair by the table, and poured a cup of tea for Lou Hua.

Lou Hua pulled the chair very close to Wen Jianxian, and after sitting down, she lay on the table and looked at him tiltedly, as if observing his expression:

"You regret saving me?"

Wen Jianxian's face was still a little pale, but his expression had returned to normal, but he was obviously not very happy:

"Healing diseases and saving lives, there is no regrets."

Lou Hua seemed to be very interested in what he said, and said enthusiastically:

"It's not like you didn't hear what your brother said just now. He said that I slaughtered Huaixing Pavilion, and I came here to kill you on purpose. Are you not afraid at all?"

"you are not."

To Lou Hua's surprise, Wen Jianxian shook his head with a firm tone.

"Why?"

"I was also there on the night when the Huaixing Pavilion was destroyed. The soul-locking needle and poison on your body were one of their methods. The number of soul-locking needles is rare, and the spells needed are also very unique. Few people will use them. , and still so generous, you get three sticks in one shot."

Wen Jianxian took out three black thin needles from the storage bag and threw them on the table, shrugged his shoulders, and said in a relaxed tone:

"Naturally, I know that you and I have a common enemy. Otherwise, I wouldn't dare to bring home a monster with unknown origin and high strength."

Hearing this, Lou Hua slightly raised his eyebrows in surprise.

He flexed his fingers on the table and clasped it lightly, as if he was thinking about something.

The soul-locking needle and poisoning are the methods used by the murderer in Huaixing Pavilion.

These two kinds of injuries were brought to him by Wen Siqi.

It's ridiculous that this person still protects him one by one, trapping his brother here and deceiving him around.

Thinking of this, Lou Hua couldn't help laughing.

Wen Siqi was a little strange:

"what happened?"

"It's nothing, I thought of something interesting."

Lou Hua did not tell him the truth.

He stood up and said with a smile:

"Thank you for saving your life. Before tomorrow, I will bring you the head of your enemy's head as a reward, how about it?"

After finishing speaking, he made a gesture to go to the door, but was stopped by Wen Jianxian:

"Mr. Lou, wait a minute. This is a small world created by the magic weapon. If you can't find the eye of the formation, you can't get out."

"If you can't find them, then destroy them all." Lou Hua said casually.

"I know where it is."

Wen Jianxian looked at him:

"I know where the formation is. In exchange, please ask Mr. Lou to take me out with you, okay?"