The beautiful teacher who was raised by mad apprentices

The snow has been falling outside the house, accompanied by a cold wind that beats violently on the windows.

The snowflakes fell on the corpses of the Dark Race. The snowflakes were all stained red by bright red blood. A group of monks stood in front of the corpses, holding torches in their hands. There were more or less wounds on their clothes and bodies, and they were all stained with blood. .

The leader said that the torches were thrown on the corpses, and the raging fire burned on their bodies in an instant.

Among this group were Ji Huan'an's elder sister Xiao Yuanyuan, his younger elder sister Su Xiaoyue, and many people he knew.

Black smoke enveloped the sky, and the group of monks rowed away.

The thick fog still shrouded the lake, but except for a small group of people who were taken away by Xue Qianshan survived, the others all died in this battle.

Ji Huan'an was awakened by a nightmare in the middle of the night, and Shen Zhiyu said he hugged him.

In the early morning of the second day, the snow was still falling, and the dark sky brought a strong sense of discomfort.

When Ji Huanan pushed open the door, he saw the plum trees in the yard blooming, and the black smoke in the distance. The place where the smoke was burning was the Anzu.

Mercy came again, "Amitabha, there used to be a group of dark people living in that place, but they were all killed by a group of monks last night for some reason. It's a sin, a sin..."

Shen Zhiyu reached out to support Ji Huan'an.

"If the benefactor has nothing to do today, you can go to the main hall to save the dead with us..."

Mercy bowed and left.

"Ahem! Ahem——"

Coughing up blood seems to have become Ji Huan'an's daily routine, Shen Zhiyu helped Ji Huan'an back to the house.

Shen Zhiyu wiped off the blood from the corner of Ji Huan'an's mouth, and held Ji Huan'an's hand.

"Lady, let's go back to Spring Valley..."

Ji Huan'an's body was about to fail, and it was already very difficult for him to maintain this state.

As a monk, even though half of his foot has already stepped into the Hall of Yama, his appearance only looks much thinner.

"Okay, I'll save them, let's start tomorrow, okay..."

Ji Huan'an got up and wanted to go to the main hall, Shen Zhiyu borrowed his strength to Ji Huan'an, and Ji Huan'an barely stood up.

Shen Zhiyu turned into a small snake, and Ji Huan'an walked to the hall alone.

In the main hall, all the monks knelt in front of the Buddha, lowered their heads and beat the wooden fish.

The Buddha is merciful and saves all living beings.

Ji Huan'an knelt in front of the Buddha, kneeling for a day.

When Ji Huanan left, he happened to meet Ren Ci at the gate of the main hall, and both of them clasped their hands together.

"Master, thank you for taking in these two days. I will leave tomorrow..."

"The benefactor doesn't need to say goodbye in a hurry. You can stay in the small temple for a few more days. After two days, the disciples of the temple will go down the mountain to punish the wicked..."

"Punish the wicked?" Basically, the monks in Foyun Mountain would not come out of the mountain, unless there was a heinous villain in the human race.

"Exactly, some time ago, the people of the Seven Killing Palace slaughtered the entire family of Lingyun Pavilion, and today they slaughtered many human races and captured several cities..."

"Amitabha" Ji Huanan saluted and then left.

Shen Zhiyu turned into a human form and helped Ji Huanan to sit down. Ji Huanan coughed again, and Shen Zhiyu poured him a glass of water.

The fire outside the window was still burning, and Ji Huan'an felt unspeakably sad, like a lump in his throat.

"I will always be with you..."

Before dawn on the second day, Shen Zhiyu took Ji Huan'an and left.

There was something wrong with Song Linjian and Xiao Gui, for the past few days Song Linjian had not been in the Hall of Seven Kills, he went back to Spring Valley to find something.

The mountain road in Huichun Valley is rugged, and the two of them didn't go inside until nightfall.

There were still a few servants in Huichun Valley, and when Song Linjian was about to leave, someone came to report that a patient had arrived in the valley.

Song Linjian originally didn't intend to pay attention to it, but happened to bump into Ji Huan'an when he went out.

Being supported by Shen Zhiyu, Ji Huan'an looked extremely weak.

"Song Linjian?" Ji Huan'an had never heard Song Linjian mention his relationship with Huichun Valley, so he was inevitably a little puzzled, "Why are you here?"

"I..." Judging by Ji Huan'an's appearance, it seems that he came to see a doctor, "I am the apprentice of the holy doctor of Huichun Valley, what's wrong with you..."

"I...cough cough—"

"Quick, go in. I'll take your pulse..."

Shen Zhiyu helped Ji Huanan to sit down, and the maid quickly brought in hot tea.Pulse". Song Linjian took Ji Huan'an's pulse seriously, and Ji Huan'an's pulse was rootless.

"Su Wen `Yu Ji Zhen Zang Lun" said: "Where the evil qi prevails, the essence qi will also decline. Therefore, if the disease is serious, the stomach qi cannot be combined with it to reach the sun in the hand, so the qi of the real viscera is seen alone, and the person who sees it alone is sick. Sheng viscera, so die today."

Rootless Vessels The main features of rootless vessels are large, rootless or weak.Like a floating number to the extreme, it is innumerable;

Like boiling water in a cauldron, which floats and has no roots, it is called a cauldron boiling pulse, which is when the three yangs are hot and the yin liquid is dry and thirsty;

The pulse is on the skin, the head is fixed and the tail is shaking, it seems to be there, it seems to be absent, like a fish swimming in the water, it is called Yuxiang pulse.

The pulse is on the skin, like a shrimp swimming in water, sometimes jumps away, and comes again in a short while, accompanied by a rapid and restless phenomenon, called the shrimp swimming pulse, which is a sign of the extreme cold of the three yin, the death of the yang outside, and the floating of the emptiness of the yang.

Song Linjian had given Ji Huan'an medicine before, but this poison was more severe than the one he gave.

The pulse seemed to be running out of time, but Song Linjian's illness did not reveal what kind of poison Ji Huan'an was suffering from.

But he knew that no matter what the poison was, as long as he took the blood of the people of the Jiao clan, the patient would return to light, as if healed.

Strictly controlling the dosage you drink should prolong a little longer.

"You have been poisoned a bit, but as long as you get the blood of the Jiao people and mix a drop of it in a glass of water and drink it every day, you will be cured after ten days." Song Linjian said this, as if the antidote was real. the same.

"You guys should stay in Huichun Valley recently. My master wants me to deliver medicine to him. It will take a few days before I can return..."

Song Linjian directly ordered his servants to take Ji Huanan and the others to the wing room, it was rare that Song Linjian didn't ramble this time.

Ji Huan'an thought, probably Song Linjian really has something urgent to do.

He had driven for a day, and he was indeed tired, so he didn't care so much.

Shen Zhiyu originally wanted to study Song Linjian's antidote again, but Ji Huan'an seemed to believe in Song Linjian very much.

The silver needle pierced Shen Zhiyu's finger, blood dripped from the finger into the cup, and dissipated in the cup.

Ji Huanan drank the water mixed with a drop of blood, and the quilt in his hand fell to the ground in an instant.

Seeing that something was wrong, Shen Zhiyu quickly supported Ji Huan'an.

A mouthful of black blood was spat out, and the large areas on the ground were all black blood spit out by Ji Huanan.

Shen Zhiyu was worried at first, but after Ji Huanan vomited, his complexion did look much better.

He also half-believed, maybe this is fighting poison with poison, but it's not necessarily true.

The two rested in Huichun Valley for about two or three days before leaving, and Ji Huan'an basically stopped coughing up blood when they left.

I still have a little cough, but not as bad as before.

When Ji Huan'an came down the mountain, he saw the smoke of war and the common people sitting on the street in rags.

The child hid in the mother's arms and was crying, crying hungry and scared, and the mother was also very helpless.

The old man's clothes were shabby like a beggar, with a walking stick in one hand and a dilapidated bowl in the other.

"Well-wishers give me something to eat..."

Ji Huan'an hadn't eaten mortal food for a long time, and he didn't even bring it with him. There was no way to cure this old man who was fine.

But the old man chased him up, hugged his leg, and shouted in an instant, "Good-hearted man, please give me a stutter..."

Seeing that Ji Huan'an and the two were dressed gorgeously, the people around them all gathered around.

Someone in the crowd took Ji Huan'an's hand, and led Ji Huan'an to break through the crowd and ran out. Shen Zhiyu quickly chased after him.

After running for a long distance, the girl stopped only when she saw no one was catching up with her.

Ji Huan'an was a little out of breath, looking at the girl in front of him, he felt a little familiar.

The girl looked at Ji Huanan and smiled, "Senpai, don't you remember me?"

Ji Huan'an really couldn't remember for a while, "Who are you?"

Shen Zhiyu, who was behind him, had already caught up.

"It's me!" The girl pointed to her face, "I am a child you saved before, and my name is Nan Xi!"

Only then did Ji Huanan remember, "I think, ahem—I remember, why are you here?"

"Didn't you say that I have the talent to cultivate immortals? I'm already a casual cultivator..."

"What's going on here?"

"Hey, don't mention it. The Palace of Seven Kills suddenly popped up on the rivers and lakes, and there are still people who survived the dark race. They are bloodbathing the human race together. I heard that the leader is called Xue Heshan..."

"Xue Qianshan?"

"That's right, that's Xue Qianshan. In the past few days, he first led the group of monks to beat the monks in Qingyun Palace to a miserable state.

Qingyun Palace didn't dare to send anyone out, so he took the monks to beat the human race, almost reaching the imperial city.This Qingyun Palace doesn't dare to come out, and these small sects below are even more afraid..."

"What about you, where are you now?"

"Me? I'll take you to have a look." Then he took the lead and walked to the front. "There are a lot of monks living in our place. You don't know that there were people who came out of Lingyun Pavilion alive before, right here in our place..."

The three of them walked for about a quarter of an hour, and finally arrived at a door covered with greenery.

The red paint on the door is a little mottled, and a lot has fallen off.

Nan Xi pushed the door open, and all the monks in the room looked at the door in unison.

Nan Xi walked in with Ji Huan'an and Shen Zhiyu, and the group of people bowed their heads harmlessly when they saw the visitor.

They all seemed decadent, in stark contrast to the lively Nan Xi.

The people in the corner noticed Ji Huan'an, and he subconsciously stood up.

The person "Master" was Jiang Qihuai, he looked at Ji Huan'an and shouted.

Ji Huanan searched for the sound and looked over, Jiang Qihuai's clothes were a bit worn out, and his face was slightly embarrassed.

The people sitting beside Jiang Qihuai also noticed, "Master...brother..."

Jiang Qihuai and Shang Ya seemed to be having a bad time, so Ji Huanan walked over.

"You...why are you here?"

"We..." Shang Yaguan lowered his head, holding a tree branch in his hand, "The thief pretended to be you, senior brother, and sneaked into Lingyun Pavilion. He destroyed the barrier, and led a group of people to slaughter Lingyun Pavilion. Qi Huai escaped with my back..."

"The thief you are talking about... is it Song Linjian..."

Shang Yaguan's attitude gave Ji Huan'an and Shen Zhiyu an answer.

"Cough cough—cough cough—" Ji Huanan grabbed Shen Zhiyu's arm and coughed again.

"Master, what's wrong with you..." Jiang Qihuai looked worried when Ji Huan'an coughed like this.

"I, ahem—I'm fine..."

Ji Huanan took out a bag of silver and a bag of high-grade spirit stones from the media space, and quietly gave the two bags to Shang Yaguan.

"You guys, find a place to live in peace!"

Ji Huan'an took Shen Zhiyu and left without looking back, he seemed to be like this all the time towards Jiang Qihuai.

Xue Qianshan's goal is probably to massacre the human race, and his final battle must be the imperial city.

Ji Huan'an took Shen Zhiyu on the road to the imperial city. Ever since he knew that Song Linjian had slaughtered Lingyun Pavilion pretending to be Ji Huan'an, Shen Zhiyu had never fed Ji Huan'an blood again.

Ji Huan'an seemed to acquiesce, and never mentioned this matter again.

Ji Huan'an in the carriage was covered with a blanket made of two layers of animal fur, and was held tightly in Shen Zhiyu's arms.

His face was pale, and he was holding warm jade in his hand, and there were also several pieces of warm jade in the carriage.

Ji Huan'an didn't know where Shen Zhiyu got so many warm jades. Nuanyu was very rare, and it was rare for ordinary people to get one the size of an egg.

But the smallest one Shen Zhiyu found was as big as the mouth of a bowl, and it lay like pebbles in the carriage.