Little Ancestor, Marry Me

Chapter 21

Although the symptoms of coughing up blood were suppressed, Su Changliu immediately developed a high fever and fell into a coma.

Mo Chisheng knew that this was also one of the relapses of old diseases, but high fever was not as troublesome as coughing up blood, and the fever could basically be reduced after drinking the medicine twice.

After carefully tucking up Su Chang's quilt, Mo Chisheng walked out with a tired face.

He ordered two children to go down, one to fetch and decoct medicine for Su Changliu, and the other to sort out the fresh herbs he brought back.

Of my three friends, none of them sleeps, which makes people worry-free.

Mo Chisheng was lazily leaning on the imperial concubine chair in his room, his eyelids drooped, and there was a trace of blackness under his eyes.

His eyes, as dark as the night sky, were full of exhaustion and helplessness. Mo Chisheng slowly remembered how his three bastard friends came to him for treatment every time they were injured.

Liu Jun is fine, not many times, that is, the last time when he slaughtered the Black Dragon Village, the meridians that were clearly beaten were split, but he still had a cold face and forcibly killed the remnants of the Black Dragon Village.

At that time, nearly [-]% of the disciples who participated in the Kunlun School were killed or injured, and only [-]% were not injured. Liu Jun held his blood-dripping Liefeng, and his black and white Taoist robe was stained with blood, and the original snow-white part of the Taoist robe was slightly black. , the hand holding the sword was dripping with blood.

The white face that looked like ice and snow was also stained with blood, but it showed no emotion at all. He just put down the sword indifferently and stretched out his hand. The wound on the hand was vertical and horizontal, and the flesh and blood were turned out. There were faint bones, which was terrifying.

A hand with well-proportioned and beautiful bones, slender and even knuckles, like a hand made of ice and snow, has transformed into this appearance.

"Can it be cured? If not, I will practice using the sword with my left hand."

If Mo Chisheng couldn't be cured, it was basically hopeless.

But with such a serious injury, Mo Chisheng had to work hard to help Liu Jun connect the broken meridians, suture the wound, and used a lot of rare medicinal materials to keep his right hand.

Afterwards, Mo Chisheng angrily scolded the bastard for half an hour.

Fortunately, Liu Jun is very measured most of the time.

Tang Su?Heh... Mo Chisheng laughed when he thought of this, wishing he could just strangle this bastard to death.A bastard who fights with people twice in three days...

The number of times he was injured is countless, except for the poisoned arrow hit last time, the most serious one was the time when he ran out of Tangmen.

There was a unique way of communication between them. It was originally a bird, but Tang Su's bird flew over desperately to find him, and took him to a ruined temple in the deep mountains and old forests.

Fortunately he was shopping in a nearby town at the time.

When Mo Chisheng found Tang Su, Tang Su had already passed out, but he didn't fall down. He was half-sitting, with the short knife supporting his body, and only half of his foot hadn't stepped into the gate of hell. It looked like it had just been fished out of a pool of blood.

Two ribs were cracked, his left hand was almost cut off, and it was barely connected by several meridians. There were countless large and small wounds cut by hidden weapons on his body, and there was also a huge gap in his abdomen, which was sealed to death by a piece of cloth. It should be wrapped by Tang Su himself hastily, and the cloth is slowly bleeding out.

A gap in his leg where the bones were deep was black and blue, his scarred right hand was tightly clutching his bright red hair band and the knife, and two broken arrows were stuck in his shoulder, which seemed to be full of stars His bright eyes have slowly dimmed, like an oil lamp that is about to burn out.

If Mo Chisheng was half an hour later, he would have seen Tang Su's body.

It was Mo Chisheng's first time treating someone, and his hands were shaking.

That time he used up all the medicine, poured Tang Su a bowl of old mountain ginseng soup to continue his life, and stabbed Tang Su with several life-threatening silver needles, but he still couldn't be sure that Tang Su would survive.

Finally, he summoned his giant eagle, brought Tang Su back to his master's hidden medicine valley, and invited his master who was over a hundred years old. Together, the two masters and apprentices rescued Tang Su for three days in a row. Su snatched it back from Lord Yan at the ghost gate.

Thinking of this, Mo Chisheng rubbed his temples wearily and sighed.

Not to mention Su Changliu... No injuries, he had a minor illness every three days, a serious illness every month, and lay in bed once a year. Every once in a while, Mo Chisheng had to come to check his pulse.

The majestic Jianghu ghost doctor is just a doctor on call here with these bastards, the kind who doesn't pay.

Forget it, don't think about it, I'm so angry that my heart hurts... Mo Chisheng sighed, let's sleep for a while, and go to see how Qing Yan's fever symptoms are after a while.

Thinking of this, Mo Chisheng went to bed, rolled lazily under the quilt, and closed his eyes.

Ren Yun walked back to the Su Mansion in the dark, walked through the long corridor with ease, found Tang Su's bedroom, was about to knock on the door, but was slapped.

There were no candles in it.

The little ancestor is not here?

Ren Yun thought strangely, he should have had dinner at this hour, why is he not in the room?

After hesitating for a moment, Ren Yun gently pushed open the door, the jar of wine dangling on his wrist, then Ren Yun lit the candlestick on the table, put the wine on the table, and sat down by himself.

Just wait a while.

In an inn outside Sujiazhuang, the man who fought against Su Changliu was sitting at the table, on which stood the bottle of wound medicine that Su Changliu had left for him.

"Young Master Su... I'm sorry..." The man smiled dejectedly, thinking that Hall Master Min asked him to do this job a few days ago, and the condition was to promote him as the second in command and help him heal his sick mother.

Without any hesitation, he immediately agreed.

Even if he knew that the medicine could kill Su Changliu.

This bottle of medicine...

The man put his arms on the table, smiled wryly and buried his face in his hands, feeling extremely bitter in his heart.

I'm going to kill you, Young Master Su.

A sneer interrupted the man's dejection.

"Tch." Tang Su didn't know when he sat by the window, with one foot on the ground and the other on the window frame. The full moon behind him had a strange scarlet color, and the stars in Tang Su's eyes The blood-stained, half-human eyes, those beast-like eyes, were looking at the man.

A dagger, as thin as a cicada's wing, glowing coldly, was held in Tang Su's hand.

The chill ran down the man's ankles like a poisonous snake, wrapped around the bones in his legs, climbed up his spine, and spread to all his limbs.

Tang Su's eyes curled up, and his beautiful face became even more coquettish. He got off the window sill and walked towards the man step by step, with the dagger in his hand twisted.

The devil Tang Su fell into his hands and there was no survivor.

The man grabbed the long knife at the side fiercely, but his hands trembled uncontrollably.

Tang Su stopped, leaned down slightly and approached the man, his nose moved slightly.

Exactly the same as Qing Yan's body, very shallow and light, strange fragrance.

Tang Su smiled even more, but there was no smile at all in his eyes, there was only a sinister aura and a vicious smell, and he said softly: "The medicine on Qingyan looks like it was really given by you."

The man was startled, then put down the knife dejectedly, and said hoarsely, "Yes."

"Fresh man, save trouble." Tang Su clapped his hands with a smile, seemingly very happy, "But you caused the relapse of Qing Yan's old disease, and almost died. Let's settle this account."

The man keenly grasped the phrase "almost died" in Tang Su's words, that is to say, Young Master Su should be still alive and fine, and the oppressive and uncomfortable feeling in his heart suddenly eased a bit.

"Let me think about it..." Tang Su watched the man suddenly show a relieved expression, sat down with his sleeves brushed, a cold light flashed in his hand, and the dagger was inserted into the table, his eyes narrowed, "Say clearly, who instructed you to do it."

The man bowed his head in silence.

"Hey, what a loyal and good dog." Tang Su laughed ironically, and suddenly pulled out the short knife, bringing up a few pieces of sawdust. He flew out, and slammed into the wall with a muffled sound, a mouthful of fishy sweetness welled up in his throat, his eyes turned black, and then the sound of skin and flesh breaking close at hand rang in his ears, and his shoulders The severe pain that came suddenly made the nerves numb.

Tang Su held the handle of the knife, and the sharp blade pierced through the man's shoulder, nailing him to the wall, and stepped on the man's lower abdomen, a piece of the man's lower abdomen suddenly collapsed, and blood was faintly seen oozing out.

"This little brother," Tang Su's tone was ruthless, but turned gentle again, leaning down to the man's ear, and said softly, "I'm not very patient, and I'm not a good person... Maybe I'm a little boy Do you want to have a family reunion dinner with your family in Yincao Difu?"

Hearing these words, the man felt his head buzzing, gold stars flying around in front of his eyes, fear, bitterness and a little anger mixed in his heart.

Tang Su's meaning was very clear. If he didn't explain clearly, he would definitely not be the only one who died.

But if he had said that, would Min Yuan let his mother and two younger sisters go?

But if you don't say...

The strength under Tang Su's feet became heavier, and the man spit out a mouthful of blood immediately.

This demon will definitely kill his whole family.

"I...I can tell you...but..." the man said intermittently, "I beg you to help me...take them to a safe place...my life...to atone for sin...don't do it, don't do it hurt them..."

Tang Su raised his eyebrows and withdrew his strength, the man recovered his breath, then Tang Su drew out his dagger, sat aside, and said with a smile: "Then it depends on the news you gave me, tell me."

"...Min Yuan, the branch master of Beiming Changdaotang." The man said, "He said that if I agree to this matter, he will not only promote me, but also help me cure my mother's illness. As for the reason, I don't know .”

"...Is it for your mother, or for your position?" Tang Su looked up at him.

The man pursed his lips, and said slowly: "All of them, but my mother is the most important thing. I have two younger sisters. I told you about this. Master Min will definitely not let me and them go. Fate is fine, please, protect them, they don't know anything!" After speaking, the man knelt on the ground and kowtowed heavily to Tang Su three times.

It's a death anyway, so it's better to gamble whether there will be a little bit of the devil in the rivers and lakes...

"...Are you not afraid that even if you tell me, I will kill them?" Tang Su raised his eyebrows, "Anyway, my reputation has always been like this."

"...I'm afraid." The man didn't get up, and said hoarsely, "But if you don't do this, there is no hope. If I don't say it, they will definitely die at your hands. I said it, and it is possible to use my life and information , in exchange for their comprehensiveness."

Tang Su looked into the man's eyes, and the blood in his eyes faded a little, as if the starry sky covered by dark clouds brightened again.

Not lying.

"Success." Tang Su lazily said, the cold and sharp short knife in his hand was pasted on the man's neck in an instant, and a thin line of blood was printed on the man's neck, "Respect you are a man, I agree to this matter, I also accept your life."

Blood spurted out from the blood line, staining the ground red.

Barren hills, dead trees, black crows, blood moons.

Cui Zhu was wearing the light of the blood moon, carrying a dim paper lantern and a shovel, stepping on the rocks all over the ground, like a lonely wandering soul, walking up the mountain step by step, every now and then He stopped to identify the surrounding scenery, he seemed to be looking for something, and he didn't know how long Cui Zhu had been walking around in the mountains, until most of the candles in the lantern were burned, Cui Zhu stopped.

A huge, pitch-black dead tree stood quietly in front of him.

This tree grows extremely thick and tall. Even if it is now withered, it takes at least three people to hug its withered body. The dead branches protruding from the top of the tree are like claws of ghosts, capable of grabbing down the stars in the sky. .

Cui Zhu put down the lantern and shovel, knelt down, and humbly kowtowed to the tree.

Then, Cui Zhu stood up, raised the shovel, and started digging under the tree.

A few black crows whined and flew away.

The thing was buried extremely deep, Cui Zhu kept moving, the soil beside him had already piled up into a hill, until the shovel hit something metal, there was a crisp clang, Cui Zhu paused his movements, and became careful when he started, Bit by bit, that thing was dug out.

It was a strange looking metal box, the whole body was pitch black, with traces of reliefs on it, like the pattern of some fierce beasts fighting and biting. Can live around.

Cui Zhu put the thing on the ground, his face got some dirt when he was digging, he raised his hand casually to wipe it off, it didn't wipe it too clean, it was as funny as a smudged cat.

Cui Zhu didn't care at all, but by the dim light of the lantern, he found the gold buckle of the wolf's head on the box, stretched out his hand to cover the wolf's head, his fingertips trembled slightly, as if he had made up his mind, his fingertips moved slightly, Gently opened the box.

There are only two things inside.

A long|gun.

A brocade box.

Cui Zhu stared at the spear, as if looking at a close friend whom he hadn't seen for many years. After a long while, his voice was dry and trembling, and he said, "Long time no see, Long Yin."

After saying this, Cui Zhu carefully put the brocade box, which was no bigger than a palm, in his arms, picked up his spear, picked up his shovel, and carrying a lantern, he stepped down under the miserable light of a blood moon. up the mountain.

Tang Su took advantage of the night to hide his figure, turned into the courtyard of Su's mansion lightly, and carefully walked back to his bedroom. When he saw a candle in the room from afar, his heart skipped a beat.

It's over, it's over, won't Zhigui find out?Although it is true that I went to a Qing banquet to avenge myself, but if I let Zhigui know... I can't escape after some preaching...

Tang Su pushed open the door nervously, and he was relieved when he saw that it was Ren Yun.

I was scared to death.

Ren Yun raised his eyes slightly, and seeing Tang Su, a pair of long and narrow blue phoenix eyes immediately bent up, reflecting the warm candlelight, the blue is like water, the warm color is like fog, and there is a lot of tenderness on the side, saying: "The little ancestor is back ?”

"Ah, yes," Tang Su closed the door, and sat next to Ren Yun with his sleeves flicked. When he saw the jar of wine on the table, his eyes lit up a little. He reached out to take it with a smile, and lifted the red cloth, " Where did you go?"

Ren Yun said with a smile: "Going to do some errands, I passed by Baihua City, and I remembered its Baihua Niangyi, so I brought you a jar back, I don't know if it suits your taste?"

The wine jar of Baihuaniang is not big, but the size of a grapefruit. Tang Su held the jar and took a sip, smacked his lips, suppressed the hostility in his heart, and said with a smile: "It's not bad, but it's sweet for wine. a bit."

Ren Yun looked at Tang Su's smiling face, nodded with a light smile, and from the corner of his eyes, he caught a glimpse of some scarlet spots on the hem of Tang Su's clothes.

A faint smell of blood.

It seems that the little ancestor should have killed someone.

"Who provoked you? Ancestor." Ren Yun said with a smile, "Tomorrow I will send you a piece of clean clothes."

Tang Su was taken aback, then his eyes were slightly bent, and he said with a smile: "You are a lifeless bastard, then what are you going to do?"

Ren Yun pondered for a moment, then said softly: "Find trouble with the Wulin League."

"Oh?" Tang Su put down the remaining half of the wine jar, squinted at Ren Yun, and changed the subject, "Speaking of which, what exactly are you doing here at the Tang Sect?"

Can trouble the Wulin League, but can't deal with Tangmen for several years?not to mention……

Ren Yun's heart twitched, and his throat felt dry for a while.

"You said you were going to work in the Tang Sect, but you didn't go with that damn scum when he came."

"I wandered outside for more than three years, but you followed me and paid me money without letting me know. Although it was true that that scumbag asked you to come to me, didn't he ask you to take me back? You This can be regarded as blatantly disobeying his orders, why, you are trying your best to make him unhappy?"

"Your superior asked you to work in Tangmen, but you didn't go to Tangmen and followed me all the time."

At the end, Tang Su's tone became more and more cold, and cruelty appeared in his eyes. Ren Yun's heart ached and he panicked when he saw it.

... Tang Su's kindness to him disintegrated his usual vigilance and prudence. How could it be rounded out if it was full of loopholes?

"Ren Yun," Tang Su said in a cold voice. Maybe it was because he was more hostile when he killed someone today, or he was in a bad mood. All his usual doubts and speculations burst out, "I know you won't harm me. I can feel it, but you follow me, what exactly do you want to do, what is your purpose, or do you mean that what you want is related to me? Say it!"

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Thank you Guizhen little cutie for reminding ww