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

The sunlight slanted into the house, the air gradually became drier, and the light became brighter.

Yan Ping didn't sleep well, his brows were slightly furrowed, and his eyelids kept trembling.

At a certain moment, I suddenly opened my eyes, and there was no light in them.

He turned over and sat up. The room was clean, but there was a faint smell of alcohol.

Yan Ping swept his cold gaze around the room and saw Wen Ye sitting upright not far away.

She was wearing a light blue dress that made her look like jade, with her long hair tied up high behind her. She was writing something on the table.

He didn't even turn around when he heard the noise. "The new clothes are placed next to you. Try them on, senior."

Yan Ping stared at Wen Ye coldly, ignoring the clothes beside him, and walked quietly to Wen Ye's side. He subconsciously drew out his most commonly used sword and wanted to put it on this man's neck.

But as soon as he held the sword in his hand, Yan Ping noticed something strange: it was too light.

He looked at the sword and his pupils shrank.

There is only a hilt but no blade. Where is his sword?

Wen Ye didn't hear any noise of changing clothes. He turned his head in confusion and saw Yan Ping's cold expression and the hilt of the sword in his hand pointing at him.

Wen Ye: “…”

Their eyes met.

Yan Ping's eyes suddenly turned cold, and he appeared in front of Wen Ye and grabbed his neck, "What did you do to my sword?"

Wen Ye had already reacted and activated the formation before Yan Ping could take action.

But the speed was not fast enough. After Yan Ping pinched him, the spiritual chain wrapped around Yan Ping's wrist instantly tightened, and all the spiritual chains were pulling towards his right wrist.

Yan Ping staggered, and he subconsciously resisted the force and managed to stand firm.

Wen Ye was being strangled by Yan Ping, and the strength in Yan Ping's hands increased as he resisted the formation.

Wen Ye rarely experienced the feeling of suffocation. He gritted his teeth and controlled the blood chain.

A will that can make people sober was transmitted from the blood chain to Yan Ping's consciousness.

With a slight touch, Yan Ping's consciousness quickly emerged from the dream and woke up.

He felt a slap on the back of his hand, and when Yan Ping looked over, he discovered that Wen Ye's face had begun to turn a little blue.

Yan Ping's pupils shrank and he let go.

The spiritual chain that was originally tight on the wrist loosened at this moment.

The moment Yan Ping let go, the airway that had been suffocated for a long time welcomed air for the first time, and the breathing became rapid and urgent.

Wen Ye began to cough uncontrollably, supporting himself with one hand on the table beside him, coughing heart-wrenchingly.

But his previously blue face gradually recovered and turned a little pale.

There was a dark blue pinch mark on the slender neck, which was particularly eye-catching.

Yan Ping: “…”

He raised his hand to his head with an expressionless face. Listening to Wen Ye's cough, he still chose to pass a trace of spiritual energy to Wen Ye to calm the fluctuating spiritual energy in his body.

Wen Ye calmed down his cough and turned to look at Yan Ping, feeling a little guilty.

He was careless today. Yan Ping was normal when he woke up yesterday, but he was out of control when he woke up today.

"Senior, are you okay?"

Yan Ping snorted coldly, "You are so slow to react."

If he had launched a sneak attack just now, Wen Ye would have died long ago.

It is indeed time to force him to practice sword skills, otherwise he will be like Fu Tiancheng in the future, a fool without the formation.

"Senior is right. I will pay attention next time."

Wen Ye laughed dryly and stood in front of the table unnoticeably, preventing Yan Ping from seeing what was on it.

It would be fine to see it originally, but seeing it in this situation will cause big problems.

Yan Ping ignored his little action and threw the hilt of the sword in his hand back into the storage space.

He sat on the bed with a sullen face.

I might not have had a dream in the past few years, but these past two days I had two dreams in a row, and neither of them was a good one.

Wen Ye put away the things on the table, touched his nose, and poured a cup of hot tea.

"Senior, could you please have some tea to sober you up?"

Memories of last night began to come back.

Yan Ping: “…”

He didn't really want to recall what happened last night.

But he didn't drink to the point of blacking out. Getting drunk just to keep warm was too embarrassing.

The previous heavy emotions were thrown far away.

He took the cup of tea as if nothing had happened and said coldly.

"Don't tell anyone about what happened last night."

"Otherwise I'll get someone to shut you up."

Anyway, setting up the formation only requires hands and brains, so sealing the mouth won’t have any impact.

Wen Ye: “…Okay.”

Wen Ye still felt a little pain in his neck. Mu Qingwan and the others would be here soon, and it was difficult to explain.

"Then I'll go back and change my clothes."

Yan Ping looked at his neck and suddenly remembered something.

"Do you still have the pills I gave you before?"

Wen Ye nodded. He had exchanged spirit beads with Fu Tiancheng before and still had some left.

Yan Ping pointed at the wound on his neck and said, "Crush it and apply it on the wound. It will work."

After Wen Ye left, Yan Ping looked at the clothes placed next to him. It was a set of white clothes, and somewhat thick.

There is also a black cloak on one side, with a warm bell on it.

Wen Ye had arranged everything for him.

Yan Ping looked at it for a long while, and finally sighed.

After changing his clothes, Yan Ping moved to the window to bask in the sun.

After basking in the sun for a while, Mu Qingwan came over with a white hairband.

He bowed slightly to Yan Ping.

"Senior Yan, this is a treasure that our elders asked someone to weave. Wearing it can increase warmth."

"Senior Yan, would you like to try it?"

Yan Ping raised his eyebrows. The gifts Mu Qingwan gave were truly pleasing to the people.

Yan Ping played with the warm bell in one hand and took the hairband with the other, and a faint warmth spread along his hand.

It doesn't have much effect, but it's better than nothing.

Yan Ping simply wrapped it around his hand, pointed to the seat next to him and motioned for her to sit down.

"What is the focus of your sword skills?"

Mu Qingwan was not shy and was very generous. She sat aside and talked about her swordsmanship.

Her swordsmanship tends to be light and agile, but her mother uses a heavy sword, and Yun Xi is a formation master.

When it comes to the light sword, she has been exploring it on her own.

There were many questions along the way, but few people could ask them.

Yan Ping thought for a moment and pointed to the place where they had practiced sword fighting before.

"Go practice and show me."

Mu Qingwan practiced her most commonly used sword technique.

Yan Ping watched, frowned slightly, and tapped his fingers on the warm bell.

"Although your sword skills seem light and agile, your body movements can't keep up."

Mu Qingwan nodded, "This set of sword moves and body movements are complete only when they are combined together."

"But that set of body movements can only be practiced when one reaches the Solid Dan realm. My realm is not high enough yet, so the current body movements are simplified."

Yan Ping thought about it and asked her to continue practicing and practice all the moves she knew.

While Mu Qingwan started practicing sword, Wen Ye came back, wearing a hooded suit that barely covered the marks on his neck, and looked calm.

There is a small tail following behind.

Yan Ping narrowed his eyes.

Yu Tianhong tried his best to reduce his presence, but still met Yan Ping's eyes, and he shouted out guiltily.

"senior."