medicine stone without medicine

After never leaving Yudian, Wu Qing went to find a doctor he could trust. He acted in a stealthy manner, but unexpectedly ran into Lian Shuo who was playing Cuju in the backyard.

Lian Shuo's stature and mind are always stuck in his youth, his mind is simple and prone to flaws, so Lou Hua and Wu Qing didn't tell him many things.

At this time, Lian Shuo saw him, and rushed over with Cuju in his arms. As soon as he got close, he could smell the strong smell of blood on Wuqing's body, so he frowned and asked:

"Brother Wuqing, are you injured?"

Wu Qing didn't explain much, just nodded:

"Well, go to the doctor."

But this excuse obviously failed to fool Lian Shuo, so he moved closer:

"Then why do you have the smell of the master on your body, you won't secretly go to see the master!!"

Wu Qing pushed his head away, unwilling to waste any more time, and was about to leave after a few perfunctory sentences.

But before he took a few steps, he heard Lian Shuo say:

"You guys are so annoying. The high priest just left in a hurry, and the master and Liaoyang are still outside and won't come back. You're running away again, and no one is playing with Lian Shuo anymore..."

Hearing this, Wu Qing paused:

"What did you say, the high priest is gone?"

Lian Shuo nodded:

"Yeah, he was playing Cuju with me three hours ago, but he received some mysterious message and left in a hurry without even saying hello to me..."

Wu Qing was silent for a moment, finally rubbed Lian Shuo's head, and left the backyard.

He quickly took the doctor back to Weiyu Hall, when he returned, Lou Hua fell asleep, but opened his eyes immediately when he heard the noise.

Seeing that it was the doctor and Wuqing, he was slightly relieved.Then he raised his eyes to look at the surrounding environment, only to realize that he had already returned to Dark Fragrance Valley.

Wuqing hurriedly said:

"Master, Lian Shuo just said that the high priest left Dark Fragrance Valley three hours ago."

Lou Hua was stunned for a moment, closed his eyes, and said that he knew.

He wanted to explain something, but just as he opened his mouth, a fishy sweetness welled up in his throat.He choked on the blood, and he coughed violently as he leaned on the edge of the bed.

Wu Qing felt a pain in her heart, and wanted to go to help him, but the doctor preempted him.

He curled his fingers slightly, and said:

"Master, don't worry, this subordinate didn't tell Lian Shuo about your return. Except for the three of us, no one else will know about it."

Lou Hua couldn't speak, and could only squeeze the doctor's wrist slightly.

The doctor conveyed: "Your Majesty knows."

Wu Qing nodded, and when she raised her eyes again, Lou Huafu closed her eyes again, not sure if she was in a coma or asleep.

The doctor gave him two heart-protecting medicines, got up and pulled Wu Qing, and asked in a low voice:

"It hurt too badly, how did you do it?"

Wuqing pursed her lips and shook her head.

"Didn't you stay by his side all the time? I still don't know what caused the injury?" The doctor lowered his voice, and then said:

"There is no other problem, but the overdrawing of spiritual power hurts the heart veins, and the forceful use of the dragon marrow was counterattacked. Fortunately, there is another kind of power in the body of the Lord to protect and repair his damaged meridians. It will be good to rest for a while. "

"How long is a period of time?" Wu Qing asked.

"Seven days at least, half a year at most."

The doctor replied a little perfunctorily, and looked at him again:

"Don't look at me, you can't help him. If you have that thought, find a way to hold the old monster of the high priest. Don't wait for him to come back and find out. Last time he came back from Jincheng, he seemed to have already found out that something was wrong. Don't let him Take advantage of the sickness and weakness to harm him."

Wuqing nodded and sent the doctor away.

The door opened and closed, and finally there was silence.

Lou Hua frowned, closed her eyes, curled up and hugged herself.

He was shivering from head to toe, and the chill seemed to penetrate into his heart, even if he was covered with two quilts, he could not warm him.

He needs warmth, but there is no scarecrow around him now.

"Old worm."

Lou Hua calls out in the sea of ​​consciousness.

"what happened?"

Since Ying Long was in Jincheng, he has been overdrawing his spiritual consciousness to help him stabilize his pulse. He was extremely exhausted at this time, but he still cheered up and responded.

"Tell me a story."

Lou Hua frowned slightly. Every time he fell into a coma, he would always be forcibly awakened by the cold and severe pain, and he couldn't live peacefully.

Ying Long is patient:

"There were no stories in my time, and my own life was boring, so what can I tell you?"

"Then talk about people you know, and talk nicely."

Lou Hua's tone subconsciously carried the meaning of acting like a baby to the elders.

Ying Long laughed twice, coaxing him:

"There's only one person I know, and he's a little mute."

little dumb...

Lou Hua laughed a few times when he heard the name, and then remembered something.

He remembered that Qin Dongyi had asked him in the blue lantern at that time.

At that time, Qin Dongyi asked, what happened to that child?

Lou Hua has deliberately forgotten some things long ago, but whenever he is unconscious like now, memories from the past flood in like a tide.

He remembered that when he was still a little mute, he was forcibly dragged out of Jincheng by that black-winged man, and he was coughing continuously due to the dust kicked up during the dragging.

He didn't know the man's name, and he didn't know what kind of monster he was, so the little mute gave him a code name in his heart, called Crow.

The little mute was caught by a crow once before, and he was very afraid of him, because the crow would always abuse him.

For example, scratching him with a knife, breaking his bones with a stone, or pulling out his nails.

Of course, the crow will not let him die, so after each torture, he will heal the little mute with spiritual power to ensure that the next time he tortures him, the little mute will be alive and kicking.

That kind of pain day after day, as if there was no end in sight, made the little mute think every day that he might as well die.

And now, he was going back to that nightmare again.

The little mute was taken away by the crow.

When the crow was talking with others, the little mute heard what they were saying, "My lord", or "Master".

The little mute couldn't understand what it was, but he probably understood that it was those two people who wanted him, so he sent them to catch him.

After the city lord of Jincheng handed over the little mute, the group of demons around Jincheng also dispersed, leaving only four or five to follow the crow, and they wanted to take the little mute back together.

Although the crow has wings, he seems reluctant to fly.He took a chain to tie up the little mute, and led him to walk south.

The little mute's daily life is to walk forward with his hands tied. He is very bored and often stares at the big wings of the crow in front of him in a daze.

He thought, if only he had wings, he could fly and no one could catch him.

This kind of life lasted for about two or three days. One night, the crow found a well of spring water. He sat by the spring to drink water, and suddenly turned around and waved to the little mute:

"come here."

The little mute walked over without knowing why.

As a result, as soon as he approached, the crow suddenly grabbed his head and pressed it hard into the water.

The little mute caught off guard and choked a few sips of water, but fortunately, the crow let go of it quickly, and wiped two handfuls on his face with his hands instead.

The little mute opened his eyes, only to see the crow looking at him.

Naturally, he didn't know what he looked like in the crow's eyes.

Fair skin, red lips and white teeth, clear deer eyes.

The little mute only felt that the way he looked at him was disgusting.

Then, the crow suddenly bent his lips and smiled:

"I didn't notice it before, but this little bastard looks really good-looking."

After all, he seemed to have made a decision, grabbed the little mute by the collar a little roughly, and said to the monsters beside him:

"I have something to do, you guys watch it, don't come here if you have nothing to do."

The expressions of those people were a little subtle, and they nodded in agreement.

But after the crows walked away, one of them bowed his head and spat:

"Damn it, the cubs won't let go of anything, it's disgusting."

The little mute was dragged by the crow all the way to the depths of the woods, and then was thrown to the ground.

He was a little scared, and tried to shrink back, but the crow in front of him didn't attack him as usual, but put on a smiling face, and said with a smile:

"Be nice."

The little mute noticed that his hand was stretched behind his back, as if he was undoing his belt.

This made the little mute a little uneasy.

Tonight the moon is big and round, and the cold light shines on the back of the crow, casting a heavy shadow on the ground.The night was cool, and the little mute shivered several times, not knowing whether it was cold or fear.

Seeing the shadow getting closer and closer to him, he could only back away, but in the end his back touched the tree trunk, and he could not retreat.

The crow coaxed him with a smile:

"Little bastard, be good, as long as you are good today, I won't bully you in the future, and make you feel better, how about it?"

His words did not comfort the little mute.

The little mute was not very good at talking, and when he was nervous, he would just open his mouth and make meaningless noises.

The crow stretched out his hand, and the little mute wanted to resist, but due to the disparity in size and strength, he was powerless even to struggle.

The resistance and panic in his heart became more and more intense, so that something instinctive broke through the shackles and wandered in his body.

The little mute's dark pupils turned scarlet at that moment.

It was also at that time that the crow's hand grabbed the skirt of his shirt, and the little mute tried his best to dodge it. During the movement, something slipped out of his arms and touched his hand.

It was the dagger Jun Naiyun gave him.

The little mute didn't think much, subconsciously grasped the handle of the knife, and stabbed at the crow forcefully.

The dagger was covered with a layer of frost from the handle to the blade, and a faint red aura flowed in the air, making it even sharper.

At this time, the crow was bending over to approach him, very close, within reach of the little mute raising his hand.

It was also because of this that the knife stabbed by the little mute stabbed into his right eye steadily and accurately.

Blood splattered.

Accompanied by the scream of the crow, the little mute only felt that warm liquid was splashed on him, followed by a strong smell of blood.

The red light in the little mute's eyes dissipated, and he breathed heavily like a suffocated person regaining air in an instant.

Trembling, he let go, and before he could even pull out the dagger, he pushed the crow away forcefully, got up from the ground and ran.

Behind him was the crow's yelling angrily, and the little mute heard something coming from there, but he didn't dare to turn his head.

He only knows that he cannot be caught, he has to run hard, he must escape.

The desire to survive was too strong. At that moment, the little mute suddenly realized that something had grown behind him.

That thing was connected to him, and he didn't even need to be taught by outsiders. He flapped his wings instinctively, and suddenly left the ground and rushed into the air.

run, run.

This was the only thought left in the little mute's mind. He flew forward with all his strength, dared not stop even if there was no movement behind him, and gritted his teeth to persevere even if he lost all strength.

Until his body was exhausted and his wings disappeared.The little mute fell straight down from the sky, his eyes went dark, and he lost consciousness.

The little mute didn't know how long he had been in a coma.

He only remembered that when he closed his eyes, it was night, and when he opened his eyes, it was still night.

After waking up, the little mute didn't know where to go.He thought about it, and felt that he still liked Jincheng, he wanted to go back to Jun Naiyun, and he also wanted to call that embroidered lady as his mother.

So the little mute followed the direction he remembered, but when he returned to Jincheng, Jincheng was already in flames.

There was fire in the little mute's eyes. After watching for a while, he realized that he was destined to continue wandering, so he finally turned and left.

He was covered in blood and lost his shoes, so he walked around barefoot for a long, long time.He fainted a few times during the process, but as soon as he woke up, he would grit his teeth and get up from the ground again, and continue walking forward.

Later, it rained heavily.

The little mute was covered in blood on his face. Seeing the heavy rain wet the road, he rolled in the puddle by himself, covering the blood stains on his face and body with mud.

But in doing so, he also got soaked.

At that time, the little mute came to a deserted village. There was no one in the village, and the surroundings were full of dilapidated earthen houses.

The little mute walked to the house closest to him, he didn't go in, but shrank into an inconspicuous corner under the eaves.

Since he was very young, he liked to hide in a corner alone, and the corner always gave him a sense of security.

Just like this time, his mood gradually calmed down, listening to the sound of rain, looking down at the small puddle on the ground, a little lost in thought.

The eaves above his head were still leaking, and occasionally water would fall down and land on top of his head, which made him startled.

It rained heavily that day, and the little mute stayed under the eaves for a long time, sitting from night to dawn.

When it was completely dawn, the little mute heard footsteps.

The soles of the boots collided with the ground, the clothing materials rubbed against each other while walking, and the raindrops hit the umbrella surface, making a dull sound.

The little mute subconsciously raised his eyes to look over, and then froze.

It was a boy who looked fifteen or sixteen years old. He had handsome features and indifferent demeanor. He was dressed in white, like a fairy in a storybook.

The little mute looked at him helplessly. After a while, the fairy approached and suddenly raised his eyes to look at him.

The little mute shivered in fright, subconsciously shrank back, his eyes looked defensive.

But the other party didn't want to hurt him.

On the contrary, the immortal smiled at him slightly, and then handed him the umbrella in his hand.

他 说:

"It's raining heavily, take it."