Chapter 3: Applying Medicine "Master, should I wipe off the blood scab first? ...
The words on the Heart-Peeping Axis were so clear that even Xie Wuyang had a moment of doubt in his memory.
As a member of the immortal sect, how did Yun Wanzhou manage to completely trust his original body?
The cold touch in his hand suddenly brought him back to his senses. Xie Wuyang looked down and didn't know what to say for a moment.
Yun Wanzhou had stuffed the white porcelain bottle into his hand at some point. It was heavy, and the three words "Golden Wound Medicine" shone brightly in gold, as if to blind Xie Wuyang's eyes.
"This is……"
"Golden wound medicine." Yun Wanzhou drooped his eyelashes and his gaze fell on Xie Wuyang's drooping right hand.
The clean white cuffs were stained with blood at some point, and the dark red one was particularly conspicuous.
Only then did Xie Wuyang feel the burning pain in his forearm. He lifted up his sleeve and saw a visible cut.
Perhaps because it had never suffered any hardship since childhood, the skin of this body was white and delicate. Although the cut had long been scabbed with blood, it still looked hideous and terrifying.
Seeing the wound, Yun Wanzhou's eyes darkened. He took the golden medicine from Xie Wuyang's hand and applied the medicine to him with a dark face.
When it comes to wielding swords and guns, Yun Xianzun has superb skills and has learned them all by himself, but he is obviously troubled when faced with some small daily matters.
Yun Wanzhou stared at Xie Wuyang's arm seriously, as if he was completing a difficult problem. He raised the bottle, pointed it at the wound, and poured the powder on it.
This rough method should hurt the wound.
But thanks for being safe...
No feeling at all.
"Master," Xie Wuyang couldn't help but laugh as he stared at his arm, which was mostly covered in powder. "Shouldn't I wipe off the blood scab first?"
“…”
Yun Wanzhou paused shaking the bottle mouth and looked up to meet Xie Wuyang's mischievous eyes.
"I know." Yun Wanzhou touched the tip of his nose. "Applying the medicine twice will make it heal faster."
As if to prove his words, Yun Wanzhou shook the bottle mouth twice, then took out a handkerchief from his arms, performed a water-summoning gesture, wiped Xie Wuyang's arm clean and applied it again.
After feeling it for a short while, when the bottle mouth touched the wound for the third time, Xie Wuyang's lips twitched.
Could it be that Yun Wanzhou discovered his identity and wanted to take the opportunity to murder him?
The treatment lasted for half a day, and ended with Yun Wanzhou taking out a piece of cloth and tying a very ugly knot.
Xie Wuyang's grip loosened, and just as he was about to breathe a sigh of relief, he heard Yun Wanzhou say again, "Three days later, you will follow me down the mountain."
What mountain are we going down? What mountain?
Xie Wuyang's heart skipped a beat. He suddenly realized what Yun Wanzhou's real purpose was.
Yes, he is still a suspect.
Xie Wuyang had thought about stealing the Nightmare Stone in his previous life. On the contrary, he had sneaked into Cangqiong Mountain twice in order to get the Nightmare Stone.
For the first time, he found the location where the Nightmare Stone was sealed - the forbidden area of Cangqiong Mountain.
The second time, he was about to take the Nightmare Stone away, but was caught red-handed by Yun Wanzhou at the entrance to the forbidden area.
That was their second fight, and it was also the first time he realized that Immortal Yun, known as the number one in the world of cultivation, was not a false reputation.
Xie Wuyang almost died in the forbidden area.
Later he escaped, but was seriously injured and had to recuperate for more than half a month.
Now, he has died once, and his obsession with the Nightmare Stone in his previous life seems to have dissipated in the past hundred years, and he rarely thinks about it.
The Nightmare Stone, in addition to the power to subvert the universe under its seal, also has a little-known function - to reshape the body and reunite the soul.
The temptation of the living dead and their bones was too great for Xie Wuyang.
Whether it is the innocent souls buried under the holy tomb, or myself who died in vain.
"Okay." Xie Wuyang suddenly changed his mind, "I'll go."
What if you can really get what you want?
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That night, Xie Wuyang had a dream.
In the dream, he was still the notorious devil in the world of cultivation.
Holding the blood-stained Quexie, he stood in front of the terrified disciples of the Immortal Sect.
Unlike what he remembered, Xie Wuyang won the second uprising in the world of cultivation. He killed all the hypocritical immortal sects that he despised the most. The people in the world of cultivation respected him and submitted to him from the bottom of their hearts.
As for Yun Wanzhou, he was imprisoned in a dark cell by him. His spotless white clothes were stained with dirt, and the high-and-mighty man was trampled into the mud.
Xie Wuyang was wearing long boots and sitting on the honored seat. The blood-red magic pattern on his forehead was like his third eye, enchanting and evil.
The magnificent palace, the winding river of blood, tens of thousands of severed arms and corpses... everything seemed too real.
When Xie Wuyang woke up, he looked dazed, with a hint of hostility still lingering between his brows.
For a moment, it seemed to overlap with the bloodthirsty demon in the dream.
"Junior...Junior brother, are you awake?" A timid voice sounded in my ears.
Xie Wuyang's brows furrowed, and he turned around suddenly, "Who?"
In the darkness, there was only a pair of eyes flashing with tiny lights, staring straight at Xie Wuyang.
Perhaps frightened by the lingering murderous intent in Xie Wuyang's eyes, the person beside the bed shrank his neck and spoke in an increasingly timid voice, "Junior Brother, it's me... I heard from Master that you're injured. Are you still in pain?"
Junior brother?
Xie Wuyang narrowed his eyes and looked up and down at the figure in front of the bed through the blurry night.
He has a thin figure and you can vaguely see the disciple uniform he is wearing.
Like a wild beast lurking in the darkness, its eerie and terrifying gaze makes people's spines tingle, and at the last second before the other party can't help but step back, it sweeps away its sinister look.
"Brother?" Xie Wuyang retracted his gaze and said with a curled lip, "I'm no longer in pain."
"Did the master-master punish you?" Fu Zhitao swallowed, as if afraid of making Xie Wuyang unhappy.
"Master pleaded for me, so I was not punished."
Hearing this, Fu Zhitao breathed a sigh of relief, "Fortunately, Master is here to protect me, otherwise, Junior Brother would have been wrongly accused."
"Yes," Xie Wuyang said with a forced smile, "Fortunately, I have Master to protect me."
The second half of the sentence was almost squeezed out from between teeth, but Fu Zhitao was unaware of it. Her eyes curved and she echoed, "Master is the best person in the world."
Immortal disciples begin to practice and train continuously from the moment they join the sect. They experience several times more hardships and difficulties than ordinary people, and their minds become more stable and mature.
But the pair of eyes in front of me were so pure, as pure as a child's, without a trace of impurities.
Is he born with a bad brain, or is he really naive and pure?
Xie Wuyang's lips moved, and just as he was about to speak to test the waters, a harsh voice suddenly came from his ears.
It felt like something was scraping against his eardrum, causing Xie Wuyang to feel dizzy for a while, until a crisp sound suddenly came.
“Ding-dong—”
The noisy sound faded away, and Xie Wuyang felt his heart tremble, and his restless mood calmed down.
This is……
Xie Wuyang's gaze suddenly turned and fell on the bell on Fu Zhitao's waist.
"Wait a moment."
Fu Zhitao's eyes lit up and she asked excitedly, "What's wrong, little junior brother?"
Xie Wuyang waved at him, "Brother, come closer, I have a few questions to ask you."
Fu Zhitao obediently walked to the bedside and stood there, squinting her eyes and replied, "Junior brother, ask."
Xie Wuyang stared at him in silence for a long time.
Fu Zhitao thought he was worried about something, "Little Junior Brother, don't worry, you can ask anything."
"Then don't tell anyone what I asked today."
Fuzhitao nodded, "No problem, I will never tell anyone!"
Xie Wuyang patted the bedside, motioning for Fu Zhitao to sit down, and then spoke, "First question, what year is it now?"
"The fifth year of Chengguang."
Chengguang? Five hundred years ago?
Xie Wuyang calculated in his mind, and when he looked up, he still smiled and squinted his eyes, "Are we brothers from the same sect?"
"Yes," Fu Zhitao nodded heavily, "Junior brother's question is too simple."
"No, no, it's because my senior brother is so powerful," Xie Wuyang pretended to be surprised. "Then let me ask a more difficult question. The third question is, what do I like and what do I hate?"
Fu Zhitao counted carefully on her fingers, "I like to eat cold tofu, I like to provoke the head master, I like to drink sweet soup, and I hate practicing martial arts..."
The sound of Fuzhitao is endless.
If you want to play a person well, you must first understand that person's habits, likes and dislikes, and you must not make any mistakes.
Especially in front of Yun Wanzhou.
Fu Zhitao counted to the end and broke off the last finger, "Oh, right, Junior Brother still likes Master!"
Xie Wuyang's expression froze, and he suddenly raised his voice in question, "I like Yun Wanzhou?!"
Fu Zhitao didn't notice Xie Wuyang's abnormality at all, and enthusiastically shared with him how much he loved Master. "Junior brother goes to see Master every day to greet Master. He loves traveling with Master and often helps Master water the flowers!"
At this point, Fu Zhitao became excited and patted Xie Wuyang on the shoulder, saying, "I remember one time, you watered the flowers too diligently and even killed Master's flowers. But Master was a kind person. Not only did he not punish you, he also said that if you like flowers, you can pick a few pots from him and take them back!"
Listening to Fu Zhitao's words, Xie Wuyang fell into deep thought.
He had absolutely no way of connecting the master that Fu Zhitao mentioned with the immortal who had stabbed him in the heart in his previous life.
Fu Zhitao sat aside, looking at Xie Wuyang quietly.
Xie Wuyang's lips moved, "Then the last question."
Fuzhitao shook her head and said, "Ask."
"The bell on senior brother's waist..." Xie Wuyang pointed at Fu Zhitao's waist.
"Is this what you're talking about, Junior Brother?" Fu Zhitao shook the small bell at her waist. "This was given to me by Master. Master said I was injured when I was a child and it left me with a disease. This bell has the effect of strengthening my body."
It looks just like an ordinary bell, but the difference is that the sound of the Fuzhitao bell sounds crisp at first, but becomes duller when you listen carefully.
As soon as Xie Wuyang heard the sound of the bell, he had a vague guess - it seemed like someone had cast a curse on it.
"Can I take a look?"
As soon as the words fell, Fuzhitao immediately pulled the bell down and said, "Of course."
The moment the bell fell on his palm, Xie Wuyang's applause was shaken.
Xie Wuyang raised his eyebrows and used his spiritual power to reach out with his other hand.
As spiritual energy flowed, the complex patterns on the bell gradually emerged.
Fu Zhitao's eyes suddenly widened, "Junior brother, what is this?"
The dazzling lines intertwine and converge at a certain point, twisting into a lotus-shaped pattern.
As expected, there was a layer of spell on the bell, and judging from the patterns, it seemed to be something that strengthened the soul.
So his senior brother is... a damaged soul?
No wonder his behavior and actions reveal the innocence of a three-year-old child.
Xie Wuyang threw the bell back into Fu Zhitao's hands and said absentmindedly, "It's nothing, just a talisman to strengthen the body."
Strengthening the Soul...
He chewed the four words several times between his lips and teeth.
As an immortal, Yun Wanzhou does not need to use ordinary spells to strengthen his soul, regardless of his cultivation level or status.
Unless your heart is not in it, just do it perfunctorily.
Thinking of this, Xie Wuyang couldn't help but sneer in his heart, and his eyes looking at Fu Zhitao gradually became filled with a trace of pity.
This is Yun Wanzhou, hypocritical and sanctimonious.
Even his apprentice can be used.
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