Chapter 222 Protecting Him

The rain gradually stopped at dawn on the second night. Chang Feichang's wounds began to heal, and Mu Hanshan could no longer hear his suppressed cries of pain.

He withdrew his hand from Chang Feichang's shoulder, feeling a little regretful.

He felt very calm, yet he also felt that he was a little confused. Even he himself didn't know, after seeing the seriously injured Chang Feichang, whether he felt more worried, frightened and angry because of Chang Feichang's injury, or more peaceful and calm because Chang Feichang couldn't walk.

Mu Hanshan took the best medicine when he left Qingji Sect. Moreover, people who are in the Spirit Transformation Stage often heal their injuries faster than ordinary people. When he came back from outside the cave after observing the sky, he saw that Chang Feichang had woken up.

The boy opened his eyes and looked at him. The horrific wound on the exposed abdomen had stopped bleeding and formed a scab. Mu Hanshan discovered that he was staring at his wedding dress.

The ghost world was gray and gloomy, and only the wedding dress was bright red. It was difficult to make Chang Feichang not notice this dress. But Chang Feichang's look reminded Mu Hanshan of the words "pretty good".

fine.

He thought he had found a Taoist partner and got married, and his academic record was transferred to Ning Mingmei's name. It is very unlikely that Chang has not heard of Ning Mingmei's current reputation in the world of immortal cultivation - all these good things happened in the days without him.

For Mu Hanshan, this was like a way of shirking responsibility - Chang Feichang believed in his heart that Mu Hanshan was still living well after he left, and might even be living better than before. So his words seemed to be taken for granted, as if they were a done deal.

So can the stabbing be written off?

It was such a fast sword - just like every sword he taught Mu Hanshan to use. Fast and accurate, using the sword that he was so familiar with.

He could even change a knife, an axe... or a sharp spear.

"division……"

As soon as the words came out, the person realized that he had used the most familiar name. Mu Hanshan spoke again: "Aren't you afraid?"

"If you wanted to kill me, you would have done it right from the start." Chang Feichang said.

Mu Hanshan paused and sneered, "I didn't do it because I still have questions to ask."

Chang Feichang's words made his heart tremble.

What did he want to do when he found Chang Feichang? This idea had become clearer and more vague as he used his sword day by day. It was not until they met again that Mu Hanshan realized once again that he did not want to kill him.

——He really didn’t want to let Chang Feichang go, but did he really want to take Chang Feichang back to Qingji Sect? Can he bring Chang Feichang back to Qingji Sect? Those elders and supreme elders are all at the Spirit Transformation Stage. And he is just a Jindan Dawan who may break through the realm at any time.

"...Why." Mu Hanshan finally said.

He knew that he must know what questions those "whys" included. There was that sword, the people who traveled with him, where he went later, and when he began to stray from the Qingji Sect. Perhaps there is another question behind these "whys": during the two hundred years that they have been master and disciple, at every moment when Chang Feichang approached him, at which moments did he have other purposes?

He got no answer. So Mu Hanshan rushed in front of Chang Feichang. He half-knelt beside the injured boy and said through gritted teeth: "Why?! Tell me why?"

The boy looked at him with his dark eyes. These eyes were always half-closed, making it impossible to tell any emotion from them.

Facing Mu Hanshan's heart-wrenching expression, Chang Feichang only said, "I don't understand what you are thinking about. You seem to be thinking about a lot."

“…”

"But this has no meaning to me or you." Chang Feichang said, "Mu Hanshan, you are still a disciple of Qingji Sect. From the beginning to the end, I am not a member of Qingji Sect. It is impossible for me to return to Qingji Sect. You and I are on different paths, that's all."

“Haha…haha…” Mu Hanshan said, “I haven’t conceived a baby, nor have I married a wife, nor have I worshipped anyone…”

Chang Feichang just looked at him silently. The silence bordered on indifference. Mu Hanshan said: "And what are you thinking at this moment? What do you think I am thinking at this moment? What did you think of me before you met me? I know nothing about you."

The boy was silent. After a moment, he said, "...I have thought that even if you want to kill me, I won't find it strange."

What the boy would never understand was that his last words hit him harder than any other words. He looked at Mu Hanshan, still unable to understand what he was thinking.

Mu Hanshan lowered his head. He thought he would laugh. Chang looked at the young man very seriously. He knew that these words would be a huge blow to any young man who was steady and simple by nature.

But after a long time, he heard Mu Hanshan say: "Master."

A very calm and natural tone, as if nothing that had just happened had happened. Mu Hanshan said: "The rain outside the cave has stopped. It is more suitable for traveling than before. However, Master's current injury is not suitable for leaving the cave."

“…”

"I still have half of the medicine powder I brought. Give it to Master, and he will get better faster. But even so, it will be difficult for Master to reach the level of Spiritual Transformation during this period. And the ghost world is very dangerous."

Compared to his hysteria, Mu Hanshan's current tone and expression are even more terrifying - as if all the disintegration had never happened. He lowered his head and took the powder out of his arms. Chang Feichang looked at the powder and said, "...I don't need it."

Mu Hanshan at this moment made him very confused, and he almost had a creepy feeling from the bottom of his heart. He supported his body with one hand, trying to stand up.

Mu Hanshan grabbed his wrist.

The look he made with Mu Hanshan made the young man's scalp tingle. This made him frown, and for a moment, he seemed to have forgotten that Mu Hanshan was only in the quasi-Nascent Soul stage at this time. This feeling of being threatened puzzled him.

"...I'll do it myself." Chang Feichang said.

This time Mu Hanshan did not refute.

But he focused on watching Chang Feichang applying medicine to him, as if he was examining and evaluating him. This would strike anyone as odd. When he was awake, he was very able to endure pain, and even if the powder seeped into the wound, he would just grit his teeth.

Mu Hanshan thought that Chang Feichang could endure pain better than he thought.

Medicinal powder is not an ordinary thing. But suddenly, Chang Feichang frowned. He looked at Mu Hanshan: "This medicine contains..."

Mu Hanshan took over his body that could not move on its own, sealed his acupoints, and said gently: "Master, let's go."

Chang leaned on his shoulder with his eyes open. He wanted to speak, but couldn't. He only heard Mu Hanshan say, "Let's go to Xiangzhou and return to the Mu family. Master should recover from his injuries there first. There will be a long time before things go wrong. We'll talk about it then."

“…”

"Hate me if you want. I won't let you go until I figure out everything." Mu Hanshan said.

He took out a piece of cloth from his bag, covered Chang Feichang's face with it, and performed a simple facial transformation technique - this kind of sleight of hand was not as good as the magical disguise that could change the bone structure. But it is feasible to just take a quick look at it.

But just a few steps out of the cave, he suddenly heard a sharp scream in his ears.

There is an ambush!

Mu Hanshan turned sideways and several darts passed by him. At the same time, two disciples of Qingji Sect also appeared in the forest.

One of them is a disciple of Guanwei Zhenren.

He calmly steadied his arms, hugged Chang Feichang more firmly, and said, "My fellow disciple, I am Mu Hanshan. I wonder why this fellow disciple attacked me without asking any questions?"

Guanwei disciple sneered and said, "Mu Hanshan, who is that person you are holding?"

Mu Hanshan said: "It's Old Sixteen from Piaomiao Peak. He's injured..."

"I see that the person you are holding is not the Sixteenth Master of Piaomiao Peak, but another person!" said Guanwei disciple.

"Fellow disciple, I really don't understand. Sixteen is seriously injured. I have to take him back to Lanqiao..."

"Mu Hanshan, do you really have to make me explain it clearly? You two really have a deep relationship as master and disciple. Hand over Chang Feichang!" said Guanwei's disciple.

Mu Hanshan no longer concealed the truth. He said, "Master Bai meant to capture Chang Feichang alive. But Master Guanwei just used hidden weapons, and each move was aimed at the vital point. I wonder what this fellow sect member means?"

"Mu Hanshan, if you know what's best for you, hand him over. We don't want to get into a conflict with you." Guanwei disciple said, "Otherwise, don't blame the sword for being blind..."

Before he finished speaking, smoke shot out from his eyes. It turned out that Mu Hanshan spoke just to delay time. He had already prepared to escape!

In just a moment, he ran ten feet away - his speed was indeed very fast, and this was the limit of what Mu Hanshan could do. But these two disciples are both at the Nascent Soul stage. They eventually caught up with Mu Hanshan and attacked him ruthlessly.

And every move was directed at the young man being carried by Mu Hanshan.

During the fight, Mu Hanshan was extremely angry and hateful. Suddenly, his blood surged in his chest, and he had a vague sign of being possessed and about to break through. But he was already furious, and just as he was about to draw his sword to kill the two disciples, suddenly, a sharp wind seemed to blow past.

It was a sneak attack!

The two daggers accurately pierced the heads of the two disciples, causing them to fall down. While Mu Hanshan was stunned, the voices of Lao Shiyi and Ye Xuefei came from afar.

"Senior Brother Mu!"

The two were shouting. But when Mu Hanshan looked at the two daggers, he knew that they were definitely not thrown by the two of them. This method is extremely sinister and cruel. He doesn't seem like a serious cultivator, but more like a killer from the dark side. He was about to lower his head to check when he suddenly felt a sweet taste in his mouth.

At the same time, a smiling face gave up showing up after hearing the arrival of Ye Xuefei and others, and instead hid in the mountains and forests.

Lao Shiyi and Ye Xuefei chased to Mu Hanshan from a distance, but saw him covering his chest with bloodshot eyes, showing signs of being possessed.

"What happened? How could he become possessed after a fight?" Old Eleven was shocked.

Ye Xuefei looked down at the two corpses and the daggers on their chests. She squatted down, suddenly wrapped her palm with a handkerchief, and tried to pull out the two daggers as evidence - but the handkerchief was corroded the moment it touched the dagger.

"So poisonous," she murmured.

Over there, the aura around Mu Hanshan was chaotic. The violent breath scratched Lao Shiyi's face, leaving him helpless.

At this moment, he heard a voice: "Unlock the path for me."

"You..." Old Eleven looked at the person with his face covered.

"At this moment, he will either succeed in reaching the Nascent Soul stage, or go astray." The man said, "Unlock the Xue Dao, and I will protect him."

The author has something to say:

Wu Min, you are not a good person (pointing and pointing)