Burial with Qing Yao

The room was dim, and the air was filled with a strong smell of medicine.

It only took Bai Wenxing one day to get the magic medicine from Qu Qingquan and temporarily save Yinjuan's life.

His wound began to heal slowly, and his face was getting better and better, but he couldn't get out of bed, and occasionally he could lean on the edge of the bed and chat with Jiang Ran for a few words.

Everyone knows that his situation will not last long.

"One month, this medicine will keep him for one month at most." Bai Wenxing still remembered what Qu Qingquan said when he handed the pill to her.

She stood in front of the door, held back her tears, and took several deep breaths before she managed to pretend that nothing had happened and changed the medicine for Yinjuan's wound.

Yinjuan was in a coma for half of the day, and when he woke up occasionally, he saw that the person accompanying him was not Jiang Ran.

There is a sense of disappointment, and he once asked Bai Wenxing insinuatingly where Jiang Ran had gone.

"It's all the fault of that stinky Taoist priest. I don't know what I said to my husband, so my husband left and hasn't come back until now."

As she spoke, she watched Yinjuan's face.

It can be seen that he is very disappointed, but he is very fortunate that he is not by his side at the moment, maybe seeing himself like this will make him even more sad.

Bai Wenxing covered him with the quilt, sat by the bed for a while, and only left when he fell asleep again.

It's been half a month, and the husband hasn't come back yet!

If this goes on like this, sir will never see Yinjuan again, don't tell me...won't sir feel regretful?

No matter what happens today, he has to ask about the whereabouts of Mr.

So, not long after leaving the city, the unlucky old blind man was caught by Bai Wenxing again.

In a small room, the little girl was fully opened, and forced the old Taoist priest to the corner, trembling.

The old Taoist finally couldn't stand the oppression, and said again what he had told Jiang Ran earlier.

"He asked me if there was any other way to get rid of that person, and I advised him to think about it. The qi sea dantian is abolished, how can people live, unless the demon master is alive, bypass the qi sea dantian, and create another set Come repair the veins."

Ke Yuchun flinched, and explained everything in one go.

"Later, I don't know if he figured it out or what, and asked me about the demon cultivator's context. I'm not a demon cultivator, I'm a fairy cultivator, how do I know about the demon cultivator, I told him, it really can't , just find a knife, then find a demon cultivator, and cut it open. I heard that there is a knife in Qingzhou, which can cut demons invisible. The place cut by this knife can quickly heal within a stick of incense... Yes Alright, Qingzhou! He must have gone to Qingzhou to find that knife!"

When Bai Wenxing released Ke Yuchun from the dark room, Wei Shengqi happened to pass by the door, looked at his master worriedly, and asked nervously, "Master, why don't you bring this little girl into the dark room?" What are you... plotting? Her realm and status are not good enough, so don't bully her!"

Ke Yuchun almost spat out a mouthful of old blood, "I bullied her? Get the hell out of here, you little bastard!"

Bai Wenxing sat beside the fool Sang Zhuo with a heavy heart, analyzing the current situation.

"Sir went to Qingzhou, Qu Qingquan was refining life-saving medicine in Dongminghai, Jun Zhao disappeared, and you are a fool again, I really don't know what to do...Why did it become like this?"

In fact, Bai Wenxing didn't know that Jiang Ran had already found the knife in Qingzhou, and now he has returned to Daye Lingyang City.

But he didn't go back to the coffin shop, but went directly to Daye Palace.

He took off his clothes in front of the bronze mirror, and used the knife to cut himself open over and over again.

There was blood all over the place. Although the knife cut through the monster invisible, there was no less pain than it should have.

Jiang Ran endured the pain, held the knife, cut open the sea of ​​Qi in his dantian, and carefully observed the direction of the demon veins in his body.

Since he learned that Yinjuan was seriously injured, he has been traveling to Qingzhou without sleep, and worried that his bloody smell is too strong, which will worry the people in the coffin shop, so he has lived in the palace for a long time.

He knew that time was precious, so he didn't dare to neglect it. He cut open his skin over and over again to study the meridians inside, until he fainted from the pain and fell to the ground.

Here is the magic of this knife. When he woke up, the place where the knife cut on his body had healed. He cheered up and stood in front of the bronze mirror, repeating the process over and over again.

I can't remember how many times I've fainted, and whenever I stop, the image of Yinjuan's weakness will appear in my mind.He knew very well that if he didn't hurry up, he would lose him.

He also blamed others, blaming himself for never dabbling in the matter of demon veins before, and seldom understanding about it.

He is not the demon master a hundred years ago, he has no confidence, and he doesn't know what to do after losing his family.

In the end, I don't know whether to cry because of the pain, or because I miss Yinjuan.

want to see him.

He cut open his abdominal cavity, trying to see clearly the trend of every meridian inside.

Meet him, want to see him, want to see him...

Jiang Ran would return to the small courtyard of the coffin shop only in the dead of night.

Bai Wenxing took care of the seriously injured Yinjuan day and night, and fell asleep lying on the edge of the bed, still crying in his sleep.

Yinjuan opened his eyes drowsily, feeling that familiar person touching his face.

He moved his lips, his throat was hoarse, and he couldn't even call out the haunted name at the moment.

There was a moment of dizziness, and when he woke up again, the person had long since disappeared. It turned out that he had a dream.

After waking up this morning, Yin Juan suddenly felt that he had some strength and his energy was much better.

"Help me to bask in the sun under that peach tree." He said to Bai Wenxing.

At this moment, Wei Shengqi, who was sweeping the floor by the front door, exclaimed, "You...why are you covered in blood?"

Yin Juan looked towards the front door, and it was still not the person he missed who came back, but Jun Zhao.

Jun Zhao walked through the courtyard with a cold face, and while meeting him face to face, he did not forget to taunt: "Why aren't you dead yet? Hurry up! How many days are left?"

His speech has always been so annoying, but today the silver family doesn't want to pursue it.

"Hey, do you have any good wine?" Yinjuan pointed to the stone table in front of him, "How long have we not eaten together?"

After finishing speaking, he instructed Bai Wenxing to buy some of her favorite food, and put them on the table together with Jun Zhao's fine wine.

The real owner of the courtyard hadn't come back yet, but the courtyard became lively.

Bai Wenxing was busy shuttling between the courtyards, and it was rare to see him in a hundred years cooking in person.

Several people sat around the stone table, deliberately vacating the place that belonged to Jiang Ran.

After receiving a message from Bai Wenxing, Qu Qingquan set up the alchemy furnace in the courtyard, and before dark, he walked into the courtyard and took a seat.

"Sang Zhuo is too young to drink alcohol, you drink water!" Bai Wenxing replaced the cups in front of Sang Zhuo with tea, poured wine for everyone, looked at the vacant seat, and murmured: "Why don't you, sir?" not coming back……"

"He's already been back." Yinjuan said suddenly, although last night seemed like a dream, but he was a fox and could smell his scent.

After Yinjuan finished speaking, he looked at the moon in the sky, and suddenly recalled that night a hundred years ago, the moon was just as bright and clear as it is today.

Yinjuan filled the wine for himself and clinked glasses with everyone one by one.

"Qu Qingquan, I know you don't like to kill, and you don't want to get blood on your hands. For a hundred years, you forced yourself to fight side by side with us, killing those who crossed the border, which made it difficult for you."

Qu Qingquan pursed his lips, "What's the embarrassment? For my husband, everything is worth it. If my husband hadn't found me covered in bruises on the beach, took me under his command, and took good care of me, I wouldn't be where I am today."

Yin Juan raised his glass to him, "This glass is toast to you."

After he drank the wine in his glass, he continued: "Now sir, I hope that we will not increase the killing for him, so in the future, those who cross the border will not have to worry about it. I will entrust Cangzhou to you. Under the governance, the people of Cangzhou can stay away from war and prosper.”

Looking at the pale Yinjuan, Qu Qingquan poured the wine from the cup into his stomach, without saying anything.

"Bai Wenxing." Yinjuan bumped his cup into the cup in Bai Wenxing's hand, "I know you regard your husband as your only relative, and you must be very sad when you lose him. I shouldn't blame you for not taking good care of him, let alone break with all of you, I'm sorry."

Yin Juan's sorry for being late, not only to Bai Wenxing, but also to everyone present today.

"Although your realm is high, but your heart is simple, I am very worried that you will be abducted by messy people in the future. I remember that when you first came to Mr.'s side, you were a bit shorter than you are now, but you are surprisingly able to eat, and you have a good understanding of food. Very possessive."

Hearing this, Bai Wenxing echoed embarrassingly, "Who told me to be reincarnated as a starving ghost? Everyone dislikes me. Even my biological parents regard me as a demon. It's my fault that it doesn't rain. , there is a famine, it is also my fault, and my brother died of starvation, it is also my fault..."

"It's not your fault." Yin Juan touched her head surprisingly gently, "You can just eat a little bit, they can't afford you, we support you, we are all your relatives, if you don't mind, You can call me brother."

Bai Wenxing shook his head stubbornly, and said with a sob: "No, anyone who is related to me will die, in fact, my parents are right, I just don't know, Yinjuan, if I don't call your brother, don't die, okay? "

Yin Juan pinched her nose to comfort her: "Death is not the end, after this life, there is an afterlife."

Jun Zhao suddenly sneered, "Heh, don't be stupid. There is no blood debt on the body, and there is an afterlife for demon cultivators who have not killed. We have killed so many demon cultivators who tried to promote in vain, and we have shouldered too many sins. How can there be an afterlife?"

Jun Zhao ruthlessly destroyed everything.

No matter from before or now, as long as he speaks, he must be a disgusting existence.

But Yin Juan smiled indifferently, and raised his glass to Jing Junzhao, "Thank you for avenging me."

"Who avenged you?" Jun Zhao was still stubborn, "I just... like to kill."

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感谢在2022-06-2415:02:22~2022-06-2516:08:57期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw mines: Taotao 1;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!