Morning Star

"Mo Xinglan!" She shouted at him as if she saw a rescuer and ran towards him.

Just as she raised her foot, she saw Mo Xinglan's pale face suddenly turn cold. He flashed to her side in an instant and pulled her into his arms.

"Oh!"

There was a sound of something falling to the ground.

Chujiu leaned on Mo Xinglan's chest. When he heard the sound, his body trembled and he dared not move.

"Get out!" Mo Xinglan looked at the man on the ground sinisterly and said coldly.

If it had not happened in the city and it was still daytime, the murder would have been easily discovered, otherwise the man on the ground would have died.

Seeing that the situation was not good, the man ran away without even having time to wipe the blood from his mouth.

After the man's figure disappeared, Mo Xinglan looked at the person in his arms.

His eyes darkened, and then he pushed her away, angrily saying, "You knew that man was dangerous, yet you dared to turn your back to him? Do you think you have too much to live?"

He saw the expression on Chujiu's face just now clearly, and with his understanding of her, he had no idea what she was thinking.

"?!" Chujiu finally came to his senses and looked at the place where the man had just stood. There was no one there, only a pool of blood.

Only then did she realize that she had almost... A wave of fear came over her, and her face turned pale with fear, and her body trembled slightly.

I turned my head to look at him, and saw that he had a cold face and was still furious. I quickly lowered my head and looked at my shoes helplessly: "I know I was wrong, please don't be angry... I won't dare to do that again."

The voice sounded aggrieved, and it became softer and softer, until it sounded like a mutter to himself.

"..." Mo Xinglan then realized that he had just gotten angry at her.

He dodged her gaze and turned away: "I didn't..."

However, he had just said two words when he suddenly felt dizzy. He staggered, and his body went limp and he fell backwards.

Chujiu, who had just raised his head, was frightened and grabbed his hand, pulling him towards him. As a result, he lost his balance and fell backwards.

"Oh!"

"Hiss~ It hurts, it hurts!"

Two voices rang out at the same time. The first was the sound of Chujiu falling to the ground, and the second was the sound of her crying out in pain.

"Mo Xinglan! Mo Xinglan!" Chujiu lay flat on the ground, shaking Mo Xinglan, who was lying on top of him with his eyes closed.

Seeing that Mo Xinglan didn't respond, he continued to shake and shout: "Mo Xinglan! Mo Xinglan! Wake up! Wake up!"

"...Don't shake." Mo Xinglan frowned and slowly opened his eyes. His voice was very soft, hoarse and weak.

"Get up quickly when you wake up. My butt hurts." Chujiu patted his back.

"..."

He glanced at her, then struggled to stand up and sat aside, with one hand on his knee supporting his forehead.

With a weight removed from his body, Chujiu let out a breath and quickly sat up. He ignored the pain in his buttocks and asked worriedly, "Are you feeling uncomfortable? Dizzy? Are you feeling dizzy? Besides this, are you feeling uncomfortable anywhere else?"

She kept asking, reaching out to touch his hand.

"Why are your hands so cold? Are you cold?"

Mo Xinglan looked at her anxious appearance and remained silent for a moment, then slapped her hand that was holding his and said, "You're not going to die, why are you so anxious?"

The ninth day of the lunar month: "..."

How can this person talk like that? Does he have to be dying to panic?

Mo Xinglan ignored her, took out a pill and put it in his mouth, closed his eyes and adjusted his breathing. When he opened his eyes, he saw her curious face.

He let out a breath and raised his hand towards her. He said nothing, but his meaning was clear.

Chujiu understood what he meant and took his hand to help him up.

"Can you walk?" she asked worriedly.

He looked at her and was silent for a few seconds and replied calmly: "Yes."

Chujiu supported Mo Xinglan and returned to the inn under Mo Xinglan's guidance.

Chu Furong and Gao Yashan saw the two men coming back and walked forward.

"You don't know the way yet you dare go out alone without even telling me. What kind of bad habit is this?" Chu Furong said to Chu Jiu unhappily.

Chujiu felt guilty and lowered his head, but he muttered: "I didn't see you when I went out, where can I go to tell you?"

"you……"

Chu Furong wanted to say something to her, but she interrupted her: "Okay, okay, I know I was wrong. I'll help him back to his room first."

It was only then that Chu Furong and Gao Yashan noticed that Mo Xinglan looked unhappy.

"What happened to Master Mo?" Gao Yashan asked worriedly.

Mo Xinglan didn't reply, but Chujiu said, "Help him back to his room first."

He had just taken one step when the entire weight of Mo Xinglan fell on Chujiu. His body couldn't stop sliding down and he fainted again.

"Hey hey hey!" Chujiu quickly hugged his body and squatted on the ground.

She was really afraid that someone would press on her again like they did on the street.

Gao Yashan hurried forward to help.

……

Mo Xinglan's room.

The old shopkeeper sat in front of the bed and took Mo Xinglan's pulse.

Chujiu and the other two stood quietly by and watched.

After a long time, the old shopkeeper withdrew his hand, sighed, frowned and began to think.

He looked like a Chinese medicine doctor who was deep in thought after making a diagnosis. Chujiu was so frightened that his heart started beating fast. He hurried forward and said anxiously, "Grandpa, if you have anything to say, just say it directly. Don't be so weird and scary."

Chu Furong and Gao Yashan nodded.

"If you need anything, just tell me. How can we save him?"

"Could it be that Master Mo has some terminal illness?"

Gao Yashan's words made the old shopkeeper glare at him and said unhappily, "What do you mean by terminal illness or not?"

"What's going on?" Chujiu urged, "Isn't that what you mean?"

The old shopkeeper rolled his eyes at them and sighed, "I just can't figure it out."

"..." The three were speechless.

After a moment of silence, Chujiu asked, "If you can't figure it out, just think about it slowly, but before that, can you tell me what his situation is, okay?"

The old shopkeeper looked at her and then at Mo Xinglan who was unconscious on the bed, then he sighed and slowly said, "He lost too much blood, which caused a loss of spiritual energy in his body and unstable spiritual veins, which is why he was weak and fainted."

"Heart, heart blood?!" Chujiu's body trembled, and he looked at Mo Xinglan on the bed in a daze.

No wonder Mo Hengsong let him out, so this is the reason.

On Earth, heart blood is just ordinary blood in the heart, but in this world, although heart blood is also in the heart, it is the foundation of the spiritual veins of those who practice cultivation, and is the essence of blood.

This was what Xiang Tingqin told her after she started practicing. She was also told that blood from any part of the body could be lost except the blood from the heart. If the blood from the heart was lost to a certain extent, it would affect the spirit veins and thus reduce the cultivation level, or even rupture the spirit veins and abolish the cultivation level, and in severe cases, death would occur.

How much blood and sweat did Mo Xinglan lose to become like this? The old shopkeeper said he lost too much, but how much is too much?

At this time, she heard the old shopkeeper's voice: "Let him have a good rest."

Then he looked at Chujiu and warned: "Tell him not to use his cultivation until he recovers."

After he said that, he stood up and left.

Although Chu Furong and Gao Yashan had many questions, they did not ask and left quietly.

After they left, Chujiu sat on the stool beside the bed with his eyes lowered.