I'm badly injured, but I'm number one

Yan Ping's eyes were clear, but a closer look revealed his fatigue.

He turned over and looked at the old man and the child who were coming over, and said lazily.

"Come so early?"

The clan leader could see that he was not feeling well, and estimated that the man's injuries had relapsed after he left yesterday.

The sect leader sighed, then pushed Yu Tianhong.

"To bring him to you, of course."

Only then did Yu Tianhong come back to her senses from Yan Ping's appearance, and her heart shuddered.

No one likes to be looked at unscrupulously.

Especially the strong ones.

Yu Tianhong lowered his eyes and saluted respectfully.

"I've met senior."

Yan Ping looked at the child and narrowed his eyes.

He is about the same age as Wen Ye, but his realm is quite good and he has already reached the Xudan realm.

However, there was indeed a lot of demonic energy in his soul, so much that it made him wonder why this man was not a demon cultivator.

No wonder the old man was so cruel and brought him here so quickly.

Yan Ping turned over and sat up. Just as he was about to stand up, he felt dizzy again. He closed his eyes and relaxed.

After yesterday, he finally discovered it.

Don't move when you feel dizzy.

If the pain is too severe, it will cause damage to the sea of ​​consciousness, and the pain will be even more extreme.

The clan leader frowned slightly.

"Yan Ping?"

Yan Ping: "Well, just let me take it easy."

Yu Tianhong was bowing her head, but when she didn't get a reply, she became a little worried.

Hearing their conversation again at this time, he couldn't help but look up at Yan Ping.

His face was so pale that it looked bloodless, and between his closed brows one could see a hint of discomfort.

Rather than saying that he is a senior, it would be better to say that he is a person who has been ill for a long time.

Yu Tianhong suddenly felt a little worried. This person was good-looking, but could he really save him?

The dizziness comes quickly, but leaves slower than a snail.

After a whole incense stick of time passed, Yan Ping slowly opened his eyes, looked at Yu Tianhong, and spoke softly.

"come here."

Yu Tianhong hesitated for a moment, then walked forward quickly.

Yan Ping raised his hand and pressed it on his head.

A little bit of spiritual power suddenly emerged from his own scarred meridians, and countless tiny spiritual powers transformed into a wisp of spiritual energy like a candle in the wind.

It fell from the top of Yu Tianhong's head, cleansing his body and soul from head to toe.

The feeling of relief, as if he had suddenly gotten rid of a heavy burden, made Yu Tianhong's eyes widen, and he stared at Yan Ping in a daze.

Yan Ping slowly withdrew his hand, covered his lips and coughed softly, his face became even paler.

But his eyes were very bright, black as stars, and breathtaking.

Yu Tianhong's heart suddenly started beating and even her face turned red.

It was a long time later that he realized that the heaviness he had felt before had returned.

But compared to before, he is indeed much more relaxed.

Yan Ping glanced at him, then looked at the sect leader and said lazily.

"Take him back."

"Bring him here once a day from now on."

The sect leader was a little surprised. It usually took him at least two hours to extract the demonic energy from Yu Tianhong.

Just now, Yan Ping just raised his hand and injected a trace of spiritual power, and he was able to dispel some of the evil spirit.

This efficiency is incomparable.

Looking at the tiredness on Yan Ping's face, the sect leader guessed that perhaps this method was quite exhausting for him.

The clan leader nodded and took out a storage bag.

"This is the medicine I promised to give you."

Yan Ping took a glance. He had his own storage devices, but each use required spiritual power. He didn't want to waste it unless it was necessary.

However, Wen Ye seems to have no storage items, so this storage bag delivered to his door will be given to him in a few days.

He spoke lazily.

"Give me the herbs separately."

"Leave the storage bag behind."

The clan leader was easy to talk to. He raised his hand and stroked his beard, "Okay, the moisture here is heavy."

"I'll take it to your room."

Yan Ping nodded and began to close his eyes and regulate his breathing.

When he was in Qingyuan City, his spiritual energy was scarce, and the spiritual energy he absorbed was not as much as the energy he consumed.

In Taohuaju, the spiritual power is not so scarce, so I can regulate my breathing. Otherwise, I will only draw out a trace of spiritual power from the meridians every day to cleanse people's souls. I will die sooner or later if I do not live up to my financial resources.

After the clan leader and Yu Tianhong placed the herbs in place and were preparing to leave Taohuaju, the peach petals in the peach blossom forest rose up without wind and floated towards the direction of the pond.

Yu Tianhong only felt that the spiritual energy around him suddenly became thinner, and he could not hide his surprise.

"Grandfather, what happened?"

The sect leader glanced in the direction of the pond, and there was a hint of surprise in his eyes.

"He is regulating his breathing."

The expression on Yu Tianhong's face suddenly became shocked.

"How could his breathing exercises make such a big noise?"

The sect master was not surprised. He looked at his grandson with a smile in his eyes and said, "If you want to embark on the path of cultivation, you must have talent."

“But there are also differences in talent.”

"It's rare in the world to have a talent like his that can mobilize such a large range of spiritual energy through breathing exercises."

Yu Tianhong was stunned and stared blankly in the direction of the pond.

"Is he strong, Grandfather?"

The clan leader thought for a moment and said, "Very strong. If he hadn't been injured, my grandfather probably wouldn't have been able to defeat him."

Even in the entire Qingzhou, no one could beat him.

The sect leader is an old man who has experienced ups and downs in his life and has seen many people and many things.

He also sees through many things.

The evil intent yesterday was enough to explain everything.

The sect leader took Yu Tianhong away.

Yu Tianhong followed behind him, still in a daze about what he had just said.

His grandfather was in the Void God Realm. During his cultivation, the levels before the Real Pill Realm were relatively easy to advance to, but the progress to each subsequent level was as difficult as an insurmountable chasm.

And the man in Taohuaju, my grandfather actually praised him so much.

Yu Tianhong suddenly realized that Yan Ping was very strong, so strong that he had a bad temper, but his grandfather could tolerate him.

Yan Ping is also very capable, and even when he is seriously injured he still has skills that can be used for exchange.

Yu Tianhong's eyes lit up.

"Grandfather, I want to live in Taohuaju."

The clan leader raised an eyebrow and looked at his little grandson with a smile, "Oh? What do you think?"

"I want to be his disciple."

……

Yan Ping had just finished regulating his breathing when he sneezed.

He raised his hand and rubbed the bridge of his nose, confused.

"I've already cultivated myself, but can I catch a cold after sleeping outside for a night?"

Unable to figure it out, Yan Ping stood up and walked towards the wooden house.

The entire peach blossom forest seemed as if a strong wind had passed through it, and many of the brightly blooming petals had fallen off.

The originally rich spiritual energy also became thin.

However, these are only temporary. There are spiritual veins under the ground of Tianyang Sect, which can be replenished in two days.

And Yan Ping's originally empty meridians now contained a lot more spiritual power.

The wounds in the meridians greedily absorbed the spiritual energy, but the wounds themselves did not show any improvement.

At most it just suppressed some of the pain.

Yan Ping was not surprised by this. While the spiritual power had not yet been completely absorbed by his meridians, he compressed the remaining spiritual power into a few strands of spiritual energy that had just been used to cleanse Yu Tianhong's soul.

Then place it in the Dantian for later use.

Yan Ping returned to the wooden house and saw a pile of medicinal herbs on the table.

Among them are roots, leaves, whole herbs, and even the corpses of insects. They are quite varied and strange.

But Yan Ping didn't know any of these.

I grabbed a handful and put it in the pot outside the yard.

The pots, pans, and bowls outside were all used by Wen Ye when he was here. They were clean and tidy before he left. Now a lot of flower petals have fallen into the pots, but Yan Ping doesn't care.

The herbs were thrown in and mixed with the flower petals, and the water in the tank became clean.

Yan Ping yawned and poured the water in.

He suddenly thought of Wen Ye. He hadn't seen him for a few days. He should be preparing for the disciple assessment now.

In the original novel, when he was undergoing the third round of disciple assessment, he encountered ill will from his fellow brothers and had a difficult time.

Now that Liu Qingpeng is watching over it, nothing should happen, but I still have to find some time to go and take a look.

Yan Ping thought a little tiredly, raised his hand and threw a few pieces of firewood in. After it started to boil, he dragged his feet into the house and prepared to go to bed.

The injury to the sea of ​​consciousness will heal faster if you sleep more and move less.

The day passed quickly and turned into night.

Yan Ping woke up from his dizziness, got up and went to the courtyard. Of the large pot of water that he had mixed during the day, only a little medicine remained at the bottom of the pot.

There's even a burnt smell.

Yan Ping drank the bowl of extremely strange-tasting medicine without changing his expression, and walked towards the pond.

In just one day, his clothes were soaked with cold sweat again.

While washing in the pool of water, the medicine he had previously drunk turned into an extremely weak warm current that slowly sank into his sea of ​​consciousness.

The herbal remedies were weak, but they helped.

After Yan Ping simply washed himself, he stood up and walked out of the peach blossom forest.