Chapter 8 Nightmare
Is it 'it'?
But the girl's voice was like a battle signal; it sounded the horn and then fell silent.
Meng Ji rubbed his fingertips, which were no longer bleeding, his gaze deep.
But when that gaze turned to the lady, his eyes suddenly softened.
Meng Ji hid Yao Jin's hand under the covers. "What are you still standing there for?"
Chu Fengliu, standing behind the bed curtains, seemed to be awakened by these words and immediately snapped to attention, "Yes, yes, save people, save people."
After Chu Fengliu finished speaking, he sat down on the other side of the bed. He took a deep breath, and as he lifted the covers to place his hand on Yao Jin's wrist to check her pulse, he said encouragingly, "Saving people is the most important thing."
Chu Fengliu slowly reached out his hand, his face growing increasingly red.
Meng Ji's eyes instantly turned cold. "Use the suspended thread method to diagnose the pulse."
A skilled medical practitioner can discern the pulse by examining a thread. Chu Fengliu didn't find anything wrong with it. Instead, he suddenly realized and slapped his forehead, "Look at my stupid brain! I almost forgot about the method of diagnosing the pulse by thread. I almost offended the beauty."
Chu Fengliu's sleeve produced a thin thread that reached into the spot where Yao Jin's wrist was resting. Just as his fingers touched the thread to sense the pulse, his pupils dilated slightly.
The blush gradually faded from Chu Fengliu's face. After a moment, he slowly raised his head and looked at Yao Jin's face.
After staring at it for a moment, Chu Fengliu withdrew his hand. "...It's alright."
"Are you alright?" Meng Ji uttered these two words as he looked at the weak face on the bed.
Chu Fengliu's lips stiffened. "Of course it's alright. I'm the strongest medical cultivator in this area. If I say it's alright, then it's alright."
Returning to his old ways, Chu Fengliu became serious for a moment. He stretched out two fingers, took out a silver needle, and pricked Shaoshang and Neiguan acupoints on Yaojin's body. "See, it's done now."
On the bed, Yao Jin's complexion immediately regained its rosy hue, and her breathing became steady.
"Yao Jin's Qi and blood are somewhat deficient. He may have been stimulated just now and temporarily lost his breath. I'll prescribe some medicine to clear his blood vessels." After saying this, Chu Fengliu walked to the medical record and wrote a prescription.
The prescription was ready in no time.
Chu Fengliu blew on the ink and handed the prescription to the Immortal Lord. "Drink it twice a day. I have adjusted the dosage and ingredients. It will not be as difficult to swallow as ordinary bitter medicine."
Not only is it easy to swallow, but the prescription doesn't even contain Qingxinlian, a medicine that clears the mind and calms the spirit, which shows the care and consideration of the person prescribing the medicine.
But the more it is like this, the more attention it attracts.
There's no other reason than that the Pure Heart Lotus is extremely common in Buzhou Mountain; it can be found anywhere in the medicinal herb fields.
Meng Ji finished reading the prescription and gently rubbed his fingertips together.
After a moment, he folded the prescription and put it in his sleeve, then reached out to Chu Fengliu, "Give it to me."
Chu Fengliu didn't understand for a moment, "Take what?"
Meng Ji looked at him, "Pillowcase."
As the pillowcase fell, Chu Fengliu caught it, and together with the stirrings of the young man's heart, he put it away.
Chu Fengliu was startled and clutched his chest, "I don't know what you're talking about."
Meng Ji, "Three."
Chu Fengliu was a medicine cultivator with weak spiritual power, unlike those sword cultivators who wielded powerful swords.
In general, if a dispute arises, Chu Fengliu will kneel down faster than anyone else.
This time, however, Chu Fengliu showed unusual backbone, saying, "No."
Meng Ji: "Two."
Chu Fengliu pursed his lips, "Those are things from my house. Even if you are the sect leader, you have no right to take them by force."
Meng Ji glanced at him and suddenly smiled.
A very soft laugh, slightly hoarse, like sandpaper rubbing against the ground, making a soft rustling sound.
Chu Fengliu felt a sudden chill run down his spine. He looked up at Meng Ji and saw the Immortal Lord's thin lips slightly upturned, his features smiling, looking incredibly gentle in the warm sunlight.
In fact, the immortal lord was somewhat bookish; before he got married, he often uttered verses on etiquette.
The longer you think about it, the more you seem to forget that this was a sword cultivator who could slay a demon king on his own even in his youth.
The sword was extremely sharp, and it sliced off the demon king's head in one swift motion.
At that time, when the immortal lord wiped the blood-dripping blade of his sword, his smile seemed to be just as gentle...
"I am the Medicine King of Buzhou Mountain, with many disciples. Several elders of Buzhou Mountain also regularly ask me for medicine every month. If something happens to me, they will definitely find the culprit." Chu Fengliu spoke quickly and urgently. He didn't know why he said it, but it just came out subconsciously.
Meng Ji chuckled again, this time softer, a glimmer of light in his eyes.
"Little Daoist," Yao Jin called out softly at this moment.
"I'm here." Meng Ji immediately turned around, the surrounding aura instantly dissipated, and walked towards the edge of the bed.
At the same time, he withdrew the Frostflower Sword from his sleeve, but with a slight movement of his fingertips, the lotus-colored pillowcase flew out from Chu Fengliu's sleeve as his spiritual energy circulated.
Chu Fengliu immediately exploded, thinking he had hidden it flawlessly. "How did you know I didn't put it in my bosom, but in my sleeve?!"
"Little Daoist!" Yao Jin called out again, this time in a more urgent tone.
Her delicate eyebrows were furrowed, and her eyes were closed; she looked somewhat frightened.
Meng Ji ignored Chu Fengliu's somewhat noisy words, simply sat on the edge of the bed, leaned over and gently patted the thin blanket, and said softly, "Madam, I'm here."
"Meng Ji?" Yao Jin was still asleep, and his voice was filled with surprise and doubt.
Yes, she seemed to be lost in a fog.
The wilderness was windless, and the moon hung in the sky.
All around was bottomless darkness. Yao Jin, dressed in a pomegranate-red gauze dress, was walking briskly, her steps uneven.
She seemed to have gained divine power; the thorns beneath her feet could not pierce her soft soles.
Yes, she was running barefoot, with a soft whip hanging from her waist.
The surrounding air was like a fog, and the terrain was extremely steep, like a maze with circles to the left and right.
Yao Jin didn't know how she could find a way out of such a complicated environment. She felt that every place was a dead end, but at the end, a way out would appear.
Could it be that she has become a cultivator and can conjure a path out of thin air?
This discovery filled Yao Jin with immense joy, but before she could rejoice, large raindrops began to fall, followed by the sound of swords clashing in her ears.
Yao Jin frowned, lowered his body, and pushed aside the thorns in front of him.
Lightning flashed across the sky, turning the surroundings into a black hole. Torrential rain poured down, and a white figure rose and fell in the rain, his body becoming a blur as he grappled with another dark figure.
The dark figure wielded a knife, while the weapon in the white figure's hand was indistinguishable amidst the onslaught. But it was clear this was a life-or-death battle, evident from the blood flowing on the ground.
It seems like the white figure has the upper hand?
Yao Jin frowned, instinctively concealing himself before continuing to watch.
In the air, the two figures had already separated.
The shadowy figure was a young man who was currently facing Yao Jin, who was suspended in mid-air. Half of his horn had been knocked off, and he was covered in blood, looking quite disheveled.
The white-clad man had his back to Yao Jin, and his figure was still not very clear, but he seemed somewhat familiar.
The young man was seriously injured, his eyes filled with resentment and venom. He took a deep breath, and his black fingernails instantly grew more than ten centimeters.
Black mist spread from the man's fingertips, darkening the surrounding sky. This pleased the man greatly, and he gripped his knife again, roaring as he charged forward.
The situation became deadlocked again. After being empowered by the black energy, the man's power increased significantly, and the white-robed man began to show signs of weakness.
After several hundred more rounds, the man in white was struck by the cleaver and suddenly fell from the sky.
Bang!
Dust flew everywhere, and blood splattered.
The white-clad man behind him slammed his weapon into the ground with a loud clang.
The ground trembled a few times, and when the dust settled, the Nine-Ringed Zen Staff lay quietly in a pool of blood—it was Xuan Shuang.
"Breaking through illusions, hand over the Mirror of Origin at once!" Xuan Shuang coughed, clutching her stomach, her voice like a broken bellows.
Po Wang descended from mid-air, laughing arrogantly, "Tsk tsk tsk, look at you, stabbed by my Po Wang blade and left in this wretched state, yet you still have delusions."
Perhaps because he had finally defeated this troublesome opponent, Po Wang's mental strength also increased significantly along with his mood. He lightly tapped his chest with his fingertips, and his internal injuries were quickly repaired.
"Who do you think you are, daring to order me around like that?" After a brief period of healing, Po Wang formed claws with his five fingers and grabbed Xuan Shuang's collar from a distance. "Chasing after me is one thing, but you even dare to disturb her?"
Xuan Shuang's throat tightened as she gripped the collar, her face flushing red to purple. Her words came out in broken sentences, "You, you possessed Chi Yi's body, and then conspired with her to steal the magic treasure of Buzhou Mountain, attempting to revive 'it'... So unrepentant, you..."
"Pah! Don't mention her!" Po Wang's face immediately darkened, and he teleported in front of Xuan Shuang, grabbing his throat. "You're not worthy to mention her!"
Although he didn't know who "she" was, seeing Po Wang's unrestrained and flamboyant appearance made Yao Jin feel inexplicably happy.
No, that's not right. Why would she have such strange emotions?
Before Yao Jin could even think, the coughing started again, this time much weaker, a series of whooshing sounds, as if he was about to run out of energy...
Suddenly, a chilling sword aura swept across.
The sword energy emitted an extremely strong, sharp light, which not only separated the two people but also slashed Bu Wang's face.
With a "poof," Bu Wang was forced back dozens of meters by the sword energy and suddenly vomited blood.
"Which bastard dares to ruin my good time?" Bu Wang said with a gloomy face, looking in the direction from which the sword energy had been swung.
The next second, his pupils suddenly contracted, and his body and head were separated in two.
Blood splattered several meters away, and a round head was still steaming. When that extremely shocked gaze met Yao Jin's eyes because it couldn't close, she didn't even have time to react.
Countless black vortexes slowly drifted into the sky, and a light drizzle fell, washing them away. A gray robe also gracefully fell in the rain.
"—The demon deserves to die." The boy turned his face slightly to the side, revealing a small part of his sharp jaw. His voice was extremely soft, and his thin lips were only slightly parted, yet it inexplicably revealed a cold indifference.
"Mengji!" Yao Jinteng sat up abruptly, her nostrils still filled with the strong smell of blood. She subconsciously touched her face, but instead touched a burning hot hand.
The blood seemed so hot.
Yao Jin suddenly shuddered, staring at the radiant face in reality, unable to recover for a long time.
Was it him? Was the boy in her dream Xiao Daojun? Yao Jin tried hard to think, her gaze slowly wandering. In the past, she couldn't help but look around when she was thinking, but when her eyes fell on her fingernails, she couldn't help but be horrified.
She noticed that her nails had grown a little longer, and this time they had turned slightly black, but it wasn't noticeable unless you looked closely.
Looking at his fingernails, Yao Jin finally came to his senses.
She quietly withdrew her hand.
"I'm here," Meng Ji replied softly. He picked up the teacup he had prepared and handed it to her. "Madam has been calling for you in her sleep for a long time. Drink some water to soothe your throat."
Yao Jin then realized her throat was incredibly dry, as if a small knife was dull-cutting it. She instinctively lowered her head to drink the water that had been brought to her lips, but upon seeing the person offering it, she immediately turned her head away, "No..."
"I'm not thirsty yet." Yao Jin took a step back in fear, as if what was in front of him was not plain water, but poison that would rip his intestines out of his stomach as soon as he took a sip.
"Be careful." Meng Ji suddenly grabbed Yao Jin, who had retreated to the edge of the bed, and pulled her back to the middle of the bed with one hand.
He lowered his gaze to Yao Jin, "Madam... do you seem afraid?"
The moment their palms touched, a sense of trepidation emanated from Yao Jin's body, which Meng Ji noticed.
Yao Jin lowered her eyes. "Of course not, I just had a nightmare."
As if to confirm that this was a nightmare, Yao Jin's usually rosy complexion turned deathly pale.
Meng Jining looked at her, leaned down, and asked in a gentle voice, "In your dream, was your husband there?"
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