I rely on tea and lotus to save Master

Wen Yan choked for breath, resisting the overwhelming nausea in his stomach, and slowly squatted down to check the situation of that person.

His seven orifices were bleeding, his long crow-colored hair was washed by the torrential rain, his face was as pale as paper... his breathing was barely audible.

He held a sword tightly in his hand, the ancient lines were rusted to death by bronze, and he let out a trembling wail amidst the roaring rain, helpless and terrified, like a dying beast in a cage making its final cry Roar.

Wen Yan saw him opening his eyes with difficulty, letting the rainwater fill his eye sockets, he looked like a scarred kitten crying.

Wen Yan understood his mouth shape.

He said, "Help... me..."

As if struck by a thunderbolt, Wen Yan didn't have time to think too much, took off his outer robe to wrap it around him, and ran frantically towards his residence.He has both physical and psychological disgust towards blood, but human life is at stake, and he has no way to ignore it.

He looked terribly hurt, even his lips looked in pain.Wen Yan chose the method with the smallest contact area, and hugged him horizontally, but he could still feel the sticky and disgusting blood slowly flowing down his arms, falling drop by drop into the flood of rain.

Wen Yan was covered in blood, but he couldn't care less about cleaning it.He quickly dug out the spare medical kit from a large pile of luggage, took out the slow-release tablets of methacine and gave the man a dose. Seeing that his brows relaxed a little, he was relieved.

Great, western medicine works.

Wen Yan treated the wounds on his forehead and hands with bandages, resisted the nausea and cleaned up the bloody things on his body, including the blood left in the ear sockets and mouth.

Strange to say, as soon as he entered the room, the man stopped bleeding uncontrollably.This made Wen Yan a little more relaxed, otherwise he might really not be able to save this person tonight.

Few people know that he suffers from severe blood phobia.

Wen Yan leaned against the edge of the bed, gasped for breath with his pale face turned away from the person on the couch, he was a little dizzy, and tried to avoid looking at the bloody clothes at the corner of the bed.

No, he himself was already covered in blood.

"vomit!!!"

Wen Yan rushed into the bathroom and stood by the pool, retching violently, fine cold sweat slid from the forehead to the perfect jawline, and the strong and firm back muscles were undulating unnoticeably.He felt the twisted pain coming from his stomach, but what made him unbearable the most at the moment was the shadow that couldn't be erased.

After an unknown amount of time, Wen Yan slowly walked out of the bathroom.The blood-stained clothes had been torn, and he hung his head slightly, like a wolf in the water.

"help me……"

"help me……"

"It hurts……"

Wen Yan walked towards the couch while tying his clothes belt. He is not so clear-headed now, and he can't hear what the people on the couch are saying.

The snow-white bedding was also stained with blood.

Luckily he brought new sheets for the start of school.

"Can you hear me?" Wen Yan sat down on the edge of the bed, noticed his long wet hair, and frowned involuntarily.

Will I get a migraine if I sleep like this?

"help me……"

"It's been saved." Wen Yan answered, "Don't be afraid, it's all right now."

Nothing to blame.

He just dealt with some skin trauma.

He is not a medical student, and everything in the world in this book cannot be explained by common sense, and this person has no ordinary injuries, so he is simply helpless.

However, this is also impossible.

He tried his best, and whether he can survive can only depend on his luck.

Wen Yan was a little depressed, but the next moment, the hand resting on the edge of the bed was coolly pressed against it.He was about to move away, but he heard the person on the couch start to choke softly.

The crying sound was unbelievably soft, but the tears were like a flood that opened the gate, and the pillow could be dizzy even with eyes closed.

"Mo Wuya..."

Wen Yan was stunned for a moment, then jumped up from the edge of the bed in an instant.He looked at the rusted bronze sword in disbelief, the cold moon pattern on the pile of clothes at the corner of the bed that could not be ignored, it seemed that something was connected in series between the electric light and the flint.

He quickly took out the original book from the hidden compartment of the book case, turned over several corners, and finally found the description of Gu Jianhan by Anonymous.

"Carrying a bronze Crossing Frost Sword on his back, wearing a blue robe with cold moon patterns, a little cinnabar between his eyebrows, a face like a crown of jade, a graceful demeanor, and a cold bone appearance."

"..."

half like.

Forget it, let's talk about it when someone wakes up.

If you can wake up.

Wen Yan was a little tired, and didn't want to deal with that pile of dirty things for the time being.He took out two boxes of Wangzai milk and continued to drink, hoping to forget the disgusting scarlet just now.

*?*?*

"Hey, Leng Yuefeng's junior brother?"

Wen Yan was catching fish in the stream when he heard a soft female voice from the bank.

He unobtrusively identified her waist badge, with a bright smile on his face: "Senior Sister Yu Ling, good morning."

"Did Leng Yuefeng treat you badly? Go to the Hidden God Valley to catch fish to eat?"

After these few days, he probably figured out what kind of identity he is in this world.Because of his halfway through the book, every character in the book has a lukewarm relationship with him, and his traces in this world are very faint.

This girl Yuling is the great disciple of Yinshen Valley, she has a straightforward and cheerful personality, and she takes care of everyone warmly.

The alchemy talent is extremely high.

If you can have a good relationship with her, maybe your chances of surviving will be higher.

"Yes." Wen Yan made a long sound as if complaining, "Master has not cared about me for a long time, and there is nothing to eat on Lengyue Peak, but there are some mushrooms in the mountain after the rain."

Yu Ling was amused by his drooping voice: "Haven't you arrived at the foundation building period yet? Why can't you open the valley? I heard that Uncle Gu is very strict. Brother Zhao Ke has already entered the middle stage of Golden Core."

Wen Yan was poked in the sore spot at once, so he forced a smile and said, "I will work hard."

Zhao Ke is Gu Jianhan's big disciple. He has been carefully taught by Gu Jianhan himself since he was seven years old. In addition to his extraordinary talent, he entered the golden alchemy stage at the age of 17. It took only two years to cross the bottleneck in the secret realm and enter the golden alchemy stage. mid term.

In the world of comprehension, there are many cultivators who have entered the Qi training period at the age of several decades, which shows that Zhao Kezhi is a genius.He is the heir cultivated by Gu Jianhan since he was a child, and the eighth generation direct disciple of the Leng Yue Sword Sect. Gu Jianhan is responsive to his requests and has no secrets.

He is Leng Yuefeng, and even the entire Qingxu Sect recognized as the next head, the hope of righteous way.

But such a person is the undercover agent placed by the Demon Sect next to Gu Jianhan, who will become Gu Jianhan's executioner after seven years.

I don't know how Gu Jianhan felt in his heart when he betrayed his teacher desperately for the Demon Lord, but was finally betrayed by his lover.

Wen Yan suddenly lost interest, picked up the fish basket and walked towards the direction of leaving the valley. He had always been cautious in his words and deeds to save his life, and he even forgot to be polite for a moment.

After he walked away, a blue iris appeared on Yu Ling's shoulder, and she looked at Wen Yan's back and said, "Master, there is no spiritual power fluctuation in him."

Yu Ling smiled: "It's really interesting, isn't it? Leng Yuefeng, who has always thought highly of himself, turned out to be a waste. How did he get into Master Gu's door?"

"Could it be Gu Zongshi's illegitimate son?"

"...It doesn't look like it."

It is not far from Yinshen Valley to Lengyue Peak, but the trouble is climbing.Wen Yan passed the training ground and saw those outer disciples flying with swords, a sense of crisis emerged in his heart.

In the original book, Gu Jianhan is also a genius of swordsmanship, his talent is even better than that of Zhao Ke.With no one to teach him, he entered the out-of-body period at the age of 20, and became famous in the cultivation world. Within two years, he learned from a great master, and quickly mastered the nine forms of Dushuang.

And up to now, his Dushuang swordsmanship has already reached perfection, and his realm is not mentioned in the book, but it is expected that it will not be too low.

He hasn't seen that so-called cheap master yet, if the person lying on the couch is really Gu Jianhan, how can he explain his origin to him?

How could a majestic kendo master willingly accept a trash as an apprentice? This is obviously a big logic bug!

It is said that if the person doesn't wake up today, he can only take him to Medicine Valley to have a look.But he can only rely on the waist card to identify people, the risk is too great.

Wen Yan had a headache, and at the same time carried the fish basket on his back and resigned himself to climbing the mountain.He is slightly short-sighted, and things nearby are fine, but he can't see clearly at a distance.It is impossible for him to go out with something from another world in a grand manner, so he is very limited in catching fish. Fortunately, he has a quick reaction and strong strength, and he returns with a bumper harvest.

Lengyue Peak is shrouded in mist and the humidity is heavy.There are only three wooden huts on the top of the peak, and no one walks except him, and few disciples from the bottom of the mountain come up, so the mountain road is overgrown with weeds and it is very difficult to walk.

By the time Wen Yan arrived at the barrier, his outer shirt had already been wet with mist and mountain dew, but he didn't care too much, anyway, the bottom of his trousers was already soaked with water just now, he just had to take a shower later.

He took off the jade tablet at his waist and held it up to his shoulders, and the ordinary rocks turned into a tall and majestic gate. Right above it were four big characters with strong strokes—Lengyue Sword School, with ancient characters on both sides. Write couplets.

"The distant mountain reflects the cold sword, and the cold moon shines brightly in the sky." According to the original work, it was written by Gu Jianhan himself.

They all say that they speak like a person, and according to this fierce and unrestrained energy, there is a high probability that this cheap master will be super fierce.

Wen Yan was a little distressed.

But this time he caught several fish, plus the mushrooms he picked before, he probably won't have to go down the mountain for a few days, so he can study the way of survival in this world.He can't always worry about eating his last meal, he can't just die in a different world for no reason like this!

Wen Yan secretly cheered himself up. There are always more solutions than difficulties. Although his current situation is relatively passive, it doesn't mean that there is no way.

Although this method has not been thought out yet.

Survival is not easy, Wen Yan sighed.

The physical strength of the young man should not be underestimated. He climbed up and down to catch fish early in the morning without eating. Wen Yan was like a normal person, with fast legs and feet, and returned to the house in a short while.

There was still no sound from Gu Jianhan's place. Zhao Ke was on a mission during this time, so he was the only one in Leng Yuefeng.

Wen Yan was thinking this way, but when he pushed the door, he bumped into a pair of sinister and ruthless blood pupils.