Let's talk about being each other's basic friends

Sang Hua, who had dissipated the black energy all over his body, hit Lin Jingyun's palm on the left side of his chest, and flew backward out of the ring.

Ran Mu, who was guarding Yang Heng, couldn't help admiring: "The head is really amazing." Yang Heng nodded and agreed with this statement.

It was only at this moment that Yang Heng noticed the mighty and tall figure following Lin Yuntian, and when he took a closer look, that person was Yi Kang whom he hadn't seen for a long time.

However, at this moment, Yang Heng couldn't care less about such trivial matters as getting hit, his eyes went dark, and he suddenly passed out and lost consciousness.

Because of this, he missed all the wonderful developments afterwards.

When he woke up again, he found himself sleeping on a soft bed.

Looking at the room he was in, the layout was simple, but the details were exquisite.From this style, this deployment, and this use of color, he roughly knows where he is.

At this time, there was a knock on the door, and there were slight footsteps.

A bitter taste of traditional Chinese medicine drifted into Yang Heng's nose, and he coughed uncomfortably.

The person who pushed the door and came in was holding a bowl of soup medicine. Hearing the cough, he quickened his pace and soon arrived at Yang Heng's bedside.Put the decoction on the table.

He helped Yang Heng up, put a pillow behind him for Yang Heng to sit on, and then he heaved a sigh of relief: "You are awake, I thought you..."

"Think I won't be able to wake up?" Yang Heng took what Ran Mu hadn't finished speaking, and his tone was affirmative rather than doubtful.He hadn't spoken for a long time, and his voice was a little hoarse.

Ran Mu acquiesced to Yang Heng's words, and it was lucky that Yang Heng could wake up after being poisoned.

"Drink the medicine first."

Bring the medicine bowl on the table and feed it to Yang Heng's mouth with a spoon.

Yang Heng didn't like the feeling of being weak and needing to be taken care of by others. He turned his head away, endured the feeling of powerlessness, took the things in Ran Mu's hand, and said hoarsely: "I'll do it myself."

Ran Mu looked at Yang Heng's whitish knuckles, and his slightly trembling right hand holding the spoon, and once again saw that Yang Heng was not easy.

He watched Yang Heng drink the soup slowly, and slowly told him about Yang Heng's coma.

"Young Master Yang, you have been asleep for seven days..."

Yang Heng's external injuries have recovered, and his internal injuries are also healed. What is fatal is the poison left by Sang Hua... except Sang Hua himself, no one can cure it.

This is also the reason why he fell asleep for so long.

Fortunately, this poison is of the chronic onset type, and during the incubation period, it will not cause any other harm except for making people weak.The life span of a poisoned person ranges from one to two years to seven or eight years, which is uncertain.

This allowed Yang Heng to relax, at least he wouldn't be so unlucky that he would die within a year.

That cunning and insidious Sang Hua escaped again even though he was fatally wounded by Lin Jingyun. People have to admire his escape technique, which made the whole martial arts people unable to catch him.But for the time being, there is no need to worry about him coming out to do evil again, he must need to recuperate.

The one who was most annoyed by this incident was Lin Jingyun. His anger was not revealed, but it still made everyone present feel chills all over.

There is another thing, that is, the martial arts conference is over, during the period that Yang Heng missed.

This martial arts competition made those ambitious people who came to participate in the martial arts conference very desperate... Lin Jingyun won again, and defended the position of martial arts leader for the third time.

As the saying goes, there are only three things, Lin Jingyun has blocked other people on the road for the third time, and according to this saying, there should be no fourth time.

Desperately, everyone felt that there would be no hope for the fourth time...as long as Lin Yuntian was still around, they would have no chance.

Those who have seen Lin Jingyun's strength many times are thinking in their hearts...they won't come next time, and they should continue to cultivate with great concentration.

After Yang Heng listened, he thought to himself: "Of course Lin Jingyun will win, he is the strongest. But what was unexpected is that he would be poisoned like this." He didn't expect Lin Jingyun to sympathize with him, he would Feeling sorry for him.

However, Ranmu's next words slapped Yang Heng in the face.

"Mr. Yang, don't worry. The master has already said that thanks to you, the devil can be forced to show up. So our Hengshan faction will represent the entire martial arts world to take care of you, a great hero. You just need to rest well. The poison left by the devil, I believe there will be no cure for it."

Yang Heng was shocked, his hands shook, and the remaining half bowl of soup fell on the quilt covering him, staining the silver-white quilt with jet black.

"The lord really said such a thing?"

"That's true. What I said in front of all martial arts people is absolutely true." Ran Mu was a little puzzled by Yang Heng's reaction.

Yang Heng lifted the quilt tremblingly, wanting to get out of bed.

"Young master Yang, you need to rest now, you can't walk around." Ran Mu stopped Yang Heng and helped him back.

Yang Heng's thin, white lips parted slightly and said: "I have to thank the leader for this kindness." He still wanted to get out of bed, and said: "I'm a useless person now, I didn't expect the leader to return the wish..."

Ranmu tapped one of Yang Heng's acupuncture points, immobilizing him, and then let him lie down on the bed.After changing Yang Heng to a new quilt, he sighed: "This is what I was assigned to do. Mr. Yang doesn't need to feel pressured."

Ranmu didn't know why the always cold-hearted sect leader was so interested in this Mr. Yang, and actually said something like keeping Yang Heng on the last day of the martial arts conference.

He doesn't know much about the head of the sect, but from his low-key and cool attitude in the past few years when he became the head, he can also know that the head doesn't want those outsiders to label the Hengshan sect as useless false name.

The head of the sect just does whatever he wants, if he wants to keep Yang Heng, he will stay, if he doesn't want to keep Yang Heng, he will throw him down the mountain.I will not care about the outside world at all.

The reason why he would say that in front of everyone, I am afraid that only the leader himself knows.

Ran Mu has no objection to the head's way of doing things. Although the head is very indifferent to things other than cultivation and fighting, the head has protected the Hengshan faction very well over the years, and all the disciples admire him from the bottom of his heart. he.

Yang Heng couldn't move, he could only say, "Let me see him."

Ran Mu thought for a few seconds under such pleadings.He took the dirty quilt and medicine bowl and left the room, leaving only one sentence

: "I'll report to the head, I'll take what you want."

Ran Mu really kept his word, the next day when Yang Heng opened his eyes, he raised his eyes and saw Lin Jingyun who was sitting at the table, holding a knife and gently stroking the blade back and forth with his slender fingers like jade.

Yang Heng saw that Lin Jingyun was staring at the knife very seriously, this was the first time he had seen Lin Jingyun with such an expression.There is no opening to disturb the other party.

It was Lin Jingyun who broke the silence first, and he noticed it when Yang Heng opened his eyes.

"Your sword skills are good, where did you learn it?" Lin Jingyun's tone was still cold, and he treated the current Yang Heng just like those strangers, no different.

Yang Heng saw that Lin Jingyun's attitude was very different from the previous two when they were alone, and then saw Lin Jingyun's strange eyes looking at him, the beautiful light disappeared from his eyes.

Yang Heng laughed at himself in his heart: Could it be that he is no longer in the eyes of the leader.

Although Lin Jingyun didn't have the slightest expression on his face, his heart was still a little rippling because of this little stone like Yang Heng.

Yang Heng's saber is so good, it's clearly integrated, without delay.There are not many people in the entire martial arts world who can use a big knife so well, especially this bloody knife that is difficult to control.

This blood knife was passed down to him by Lin Yuntian's father, but because the blood knife affects his mood, if he is not careful, he will become bloodthirsty and go crazy, and his father died because of this.

Lin Yuntian put this knife aside and never used it, not only because he didn't want to die tragically like his father, but also because his own strength didn't need a weapon at all. With a weapon, the opponent would be even weaker.

Lin Yuntian lent the knife to Yang Heng because he wanted to see how powerful Yang Heng could unleash under the control of the knife.He just wanted to appreciate a gorgeous performance brought to him by his favorite wolf cub.

If Yang Heng died under the knife, he could only blame himself for not being firm enough and relying too much on external forces.Lin Yuntian had already warned Yang Heng about this.

But in the arena, it was he who controlled the blood knife, not the blood knife controlled him.He used the blood knife perfectly, which made Lin Yuntian very excited.

Seeing that Yang Heng didn't answer or urge him, Lin Yuntian waited quietly.

Yang Heng's lips were a little chapped, his mouth was a little dry, he swallowed unconsciously, and his Adam's apple rolled.Still said: "I have been on the battlefield before, and what I am best at is using knives."

Lin Jingyun was dubious about Yang Heng's words, believing him because his saber techniques are indeed simple and deadly, which can only be practiced on the battlefield.It is doubtful that unless a soldier is old, he cannot leave the battlefield, but Yang Heng is still so young, and he is not like a cowardly deserter.

But he didn't press further.

But with an elegant posture, he poured a cup of tea leisurely, and handed it to Yang Heng. The sleeves of the robe, which were different from before, slid to the elbow, revealing the white forearm.

Yang Heng's heart trembled, he took the tea and poured it into his stomach in one gulp.

Only then did his voice become clearer, no longer hoarse, and he handed back the teacup to Lin Jingyun, his cheeks flushed slightly, and he said uncomfortably, "Thank you, Jingyun." This was the first time he called Lin Jingyun by his first name.

Lin Jingyun's originally expressionless face was filled with emotions. Every time he saw this young man in black clothes, his desire to cultivate him would grow stronger in his heart, because he really...was so young. of myself.

It's a pity that such a good seedling still hasn't experienced the tempering of the outside world, and was broken by Sang Hua's strong wind full of smell.

"You don't need to thank me, I just want you to communicate with me normally." Lin Jingyun lost the emotion in his heart, still remained indifferent as usual.He can't be bothered to treat weak people who don't interest him.

Yang Heng counterattacked dryly: "I don't want to drink water at all." Although the expression in his eyes has recovered, they are still as aggressive as before.But Yang Heng knew that Lin Jingyun might have already denied him in his heart.

But just now he called Lin Jingyun by his first name, but the other party didn't mind his overstepping at all, and he didn't know whether it was good or bad.

But when he thought of Lin Jingyun's willingness to take him in and come to see him, his wounded heart was soothed.

He forcefully pulled Lin Jingyun's hand, with a hard-mouthed and soft-hearted look, stuffed something into the cold-faced Lin Jingyun's hand, then closed the opponent's hand into a fist, and then withdrew his hands.

"Although I don't know if you hate me, but I still want to tell you..."

"Thank you for taking me in, otherwise I would be at Po Meng's now. I am very grateful."

"This ordinary stone is my only personal thing. It has been with me for more than ten years. Every time I want to give up, I will look at it."

"This is a thank you gift, I hope you can accept it."

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Tomorrow is another beautiful weekend, I hope you all have a good mood.