Chapter 8 Chapter 8 You smell like her perfume
Pei Zichen couldn't hear Jiang Zhaoxue's last words clearly.
He only felt that the temperature of the person on his back was rising continuously, almost reaching the point of burning.
He knew something was wrong and quickly ran down the mountain carrying Jiang Zhaoxue on his back. When he got to the bottom of the mountain, Jiang Zhaoxue was already unconscious.
It is difficult to find a doctor who can treat monks in a mortal city, and Pei Zichen did not hold out hope. Jiang Zhaoxue was obviously very familiar with the poison and should have carried the corresponding medicine with her.
He carried her on his back and found an inn, renting a room upstairs. The waiter got up in the middle of the night to open the door, and seeing them alone, he couldn't help but smile in a flirtatious manner. He glanced at Jiang Zhaoxue on Pei Zichen's back and teased, "Master, are you so lucky..."
Before he could finish his words, Pei Zichen drew his sword and placed it against the waiter's neck. He said calmly, "Miss, your reputation is important. Be careful with your words."
The waiter was startled, then came to his senses in an instant and said hurriedly, "I said the wrong thing, please come in, Taoist."
Pei Zichen did not make things difficult for him. He followed the waiter upstairs quickly and put Jiang Zhaoxue down.
Jiang Zhaoxue's whole body was soaked with sweat, but her veil was spotless. Even the blood that had just fallen on the veil had disappeared, returning to its original white appearance and lying softly on her face.
This veil is obviously some kind of disguise. Even her figure and exposed eyes are probably illusions.
Thinking of this, Pei Zichen subconsciously looked at her face, and when his eyes touched the woman's trembling eyelashes, he suddenly woke up and quickly came back to his senses.
He took out a square handkerchief, suppressed his slightly confused mood, placed it in his palm, and took out the Qiankun bag from Jiang Zhaoxue's sleeve through the handkerchief.
After getting the Qiankun bag, Pei Zichen realized that the Qiankun bag required spiritual power to open, but his spiritual power was sealed by Jiang Zhaoxue and could not be activated at all.
He thought for a moment and hurriedly called Jiang Zhaoxue: "Miss? Miss, please wake up. Can you release me from my restraint first..."
"A Yuan..."
Jiang Zhaoxue called out incoherently. She felt as if she had been burned to the point where only dry bones remained. She vaguely heard someone calling her. The voice seemed to come from a piece of ice. She couldn't help but reach out and habitually tried to grab the other person. She didn't care about right or wrong and only begged: "A Yuan... give me spiritual power... give me..."
Pei Zichen was grabbed by Jiang Zhaoxue's sleeve and was in a dilemma. It was obviously hopeless to wake up the person in front of him, but from her words, it could be inferred that she might have used other people's spiritual power to treat him.
Although he wasn't proficient in medicine, he did have some basic knowledge of various types of injuries and poisons. The injuries in front of him strongly resembled the poison left behind by certain fire-type spirit beasts, which were often suppressed by opposing spiritual powers. He had seen a patient like this before...
The master's wife who lives in Yunfu Mountain.
Although she rarely left the house and the disciples rarely saw her, Shen Yuqing went to Yunfu Mountain once a month, so everyone knew the reason. However, they were too young to know why the master's wife was poisoned.
I heard that because his master has water spirit roots, he can suppress the toxins of these fire spirit beasts by using his spiritual power.
However, he has an ice-type spiritual root, and his spiritual power is the same as that of the water spiritual root. He is the natural enemy of this type of toxins, and it even has an analgesic effect compared to the water spiritual root.
But the person in front of him was unable to wake up and unblock his tendons and veins, so now he could only rely on himself to unblock the talisman.
The talisman the girl used on him was a high-level soul-locking talisman that would disperse into the four key acupoints of the tendons and meridians to set up shackles. If the caster's blood was used as a guide, forcing a breakthrough was not impossible, but it would definitely cause damage to the meridians.
, ordinary monks would never joke about their own future.
However, Pei Zichen hesitated for a moment, looked back at Jiang Zhaoxue, and said, "I'm sorry."
Then he lifted Jiang Zhaoxue's wrist, lightly cut a wound with the sword, and then lowered his head to suck on the wound.
Jiang Zhaoxue could no longer feel this little pain and she had no reaction, but Pei Zichen felt that the blood was extremely hot. After hurriedly sucking a mouthful of blood, he retreated as if escaping, quickly sat down by the farthest window, pretended to be calm, sat cross-legged, and began to meditate.
He swallowed Jiang Zhaoxue's blood. Her blood contained her spiritual power, which automatically flowed to the talisman she had set.
Pei Zichen forced himself not to think too much, and guided his spiritual power, following Jiang Zhaoxue's spiritual power all the way, and then gathered not far from the shackles. With Jiang Zhaoxue's spiritual power in front as a cover, Jiang Zhaoxue's runes did not notice the gathering of spiritual power until it surged to the front. The runes had no time to take effect and were instantly broken through by Pei Zichen's spiritual power.
The runes were connected to the tendons and veins, and when they were forcibly exploded, cracks instantly appeared on the tendons and veins.
Pei Zichen frowned slightly in pain, but he didn't care and rushed to the second shackles.
In less than a quarter of an hour, Pei Zichen completely broke the talisman and spat out a mouthful of blood.
Breaking the restriction by force was extremely damaging, and all his muscles and veins ached.
However, he only took a short breath before he immediately stood up, holding onto the table and chairs, and staggered to the bed.
The spiritual power flowing through the damaged tendons brought a piercing pain. Pei Zichen endured the pain and opened the Qiankun bag. There were many magic weapons and talismans in the Qiankun bag, which showed that the woman was of extraordinary status. However, he did not speculate too much. He just found the place where the medicine was placed, took out the detoxification pills he knew from it, quickly took them out, and fed them to Jiang Zhaoxue.
After taking the pill, Jiang Zhaoxue was still in great pain. His face became paler and his breath was extremely weak.
Pei Zichen hesitated for a moment, and seeing that the situation was worsening, he finally mustered up the courage and said, "I'm sorry."
As he spoke, he placed a piece of white cloth on Jiang Zhaoxue's wrist, put his fingers on Jiang Zhaoxue's wrist, and tentatively sent a strand of spiritual power over.
This spiritual power was sent into Jiang Zhaoxue's body, and the coolness instantly soothed the burning heat all over her body. She shuddered and murmured, "A Yuan..."
Pei Zichen observed her condition and when he saw that her expression had improved, he knew that he was right, so he bravely sent more spiritual power into her.
The effect of transmitting spiritual power was a little worse through the white cloth, but he would rather suffer more and send more than offend.
The fire poison in Jiang Zhaoxue's body had obviously been accumulated for many years. The spiritual power poured into it like water drops into a basin. Pei Zichen used the spiritual power to flow through every inch of her tendons and veins. Jiang Zhaoxue also slowly calmed down under the gentle comfort.
She vaguely felt that Shen Yuqing had come.
But I felt that it was not Shen Yuqing.
Shen Yuqing had never been so gentle. Every time he came to see her, he was always busy, so he would hurriedly transfer some spiritual power to her and then let her digest it herself.
But after all, it was not her spiritual power. When she guided it and integrated it into her tendons and veins herself, there would always be some unexpected conflicts, causing her great pain.
This time, the spiritual power was extremely cold, yet exceptionally gentle. It trickled through her veins, making her almost fall asleep.
She opened her eyes in a daze and saw someone sitting beside the bed.
The man seemed to be afraid of being rude, so he let down a thin layer of gauze curtain. Only the silhouette of a young man sitting upright was reflected in the moonlight on the curtain.
A pair of slender jade-like fingers passed through the gauze curtain and rested on her wrist. Although there was a white cloth between them, she could still feel the reassuring cool temperature of the other's fingertips.
She quietly looked at the silhouette on the gauze curtain, feeling the gentle and continuous influx of spiritual energy, and uttered in a trance: "Pei Zichen?"
"Girl, I'm here."
The young man's gentle voice sounded outside the tent. Jiang Zhaoxue wanted to wake herself up. She knew clearly that Pei Zichen had broken the restriction and it was very dangerous, but she could do nothing.
She struggled, her fingers slightly curled, and said with difficulty: "If you... go back... they... won't let you go..."
"I know."
The other party answered without any hesitation.
Jiang Zhaoxue felt relieved and continued to follow up with the order: "You... follow me..."
Pei Zichen pondered for a moment and said gently, "I will keep the young lady safe."
She actually couldn't make out what he was saying. She only knew that he told her to keep her safe.
When will she find peace?
When the heart-to-heart contract was completely untied, she could truly control her destiny, he could no longer cause trouble, and she would no longer be forced to bear the consequences of Shen Yuqing's decisions.
She subconsciously felt that he had agreed to her, and her heart sank.
Pei Zichen noticed that her breathing was steady, so he slowed down the inflow of spiritual energy, but always maintained a steady flow of spiritual energy to make her more comfortable.
The sky gradually brightened, from deep blue to light blue. Pei Zichen exhausted the last bit of his spiritual power and finally withdrew his hand tremblingly.
He sensed a familiar breath in the distance, rushing towards him quickly. He propped himself up, walked to the desk, cut his wrist, and left a cup of spiritual blood in the teacup.
After thinking for a moment, he finally picked up his pen and wrote a letter.
When he finished writing the letter, he heard the sound of hurried footsteps coming from below, accompanied by Anan's call: "Master! Master, where are you?!"
Pei Zichen looked up and knew that the woman in front of him was safe.
He breathed a sigh of relief, put down the bamboo pen, suppressed the pain in his tendons and veins, forced himself to get up, took out a hat strap from his Qiankun bag, and prepared to leave.
Before leaving, he subconsciously turned back and saw the morning sunlight shining through the gauze bed curtains, outlining the figure of the woman on the bed.
He suddenly wanted to see the girl's face, or know her name.
In this vast sea of people, maybe we can meet again?
However, it seems ridiculous when I think about it. Everyone's fate has its beginning and end. We should not be rude or force it.
He lowered his eyes, raised his hand to put on his hat, opened the door, turned and left.
As I turned the corner, I saw a young girl running up to me in a hurry.
The girl could obviously sense Jiang Zhaoxue's location and rushed upstairs in a hurry. Pei Zichen lowered his head slightly as he brushed past her, listening to her calling out from room to room: "Master? Master? Master!!"
Anan was overjoyed: "I finally found you!"
Hearing the call, Pei Zichen finally felt relieved. He breathed a sigh of relief, endured the pain in his tendons and veins, and turned to go out.
After settling the girl, it was time for him to go back.
He walked quickly out of the inn and returned up the mountain along the road.
He knew that this woman must have an old grudge with Shen Yuqing and was unwilling to reveal her whereabouts, so he erased all traces of going down the mountain. When he returned to the mountain, he came to the place where the barrier was originally broken and sent a message to Mu Jinyue.
Although Shen Yuqing is their nominal master, in fact, most of these disciples are disciples recruited by the sect on his behalf. Shen Yuqing neither teaches them nor contacts them. Except for Mu Jinyue, no one has Shen Yuqing's way of transmitting sound.
This time he could only confirm that Mu Jinyue had arrived and was with his master. By contacting Mu Jinyue, he would most likely be able to contact his master and Lingjian Xian Pavilion.
After he sent a message to Mu Jinyue, he sat cross-legged on the spot, meditating and waiting for others to come.
After waiting for a while, he heard a strange noise in the forest. Pei Zichen opened his eyes and saw a group of people coming towards him on swords not far away.
The young man in the lead wore a jade crown and snow-white robes, and his expression was stern. Pei Zichen recognized Shen Yuqing at a glance and immediately stood up and knelt. After everyone had settled down and put away their swords, he followed the etiquette and respectfully said, "Greetings, Master."
Shen Yuqing didn't say much. Seeing this, Mu Jinyue's face turned pale and she wanted to run over in a hurry: "Senior Brother!"
"Junior Sister!"
Gao Wen grabbed Mu Jinyue, winked, and warned in a low voice: "He is a traitor who colluded with the demon cultivators, don't go over there."
Hearing this, Pei Zichen frowned slightly, raised his eyes and glanced at everyone, and saw that the disciples who had escaped before were all there, looking at him with fear in their eyes.
Pei Zichen Sichen said nothing, but saw Shen Yuqing staring at him. After looking at him for a long time, Shen Yuqing only asked: "Is there anything you want to ask?"
"Master," Pei Zichen immediately looked up upon hearing this, "I wonder if Jing Lan has returned?"
Hearing this name, Gao Wen and the others became visibly nervous. Pei Zichen's heart sank, and then he heard Shen Yuqing reply: "No, I'm looking for it."
As he spoke, he seemed to have made a judgment and waved his hand: "Send him back to the Spirit Boat."
"Master!" Gao Wen heard this and said hurriedly, "You didn't even ask him..."
"I did."
Shen Yuqing seemed to have already determined what Gao Wen was going to say. She turned her head and interrupted him coldly.
Gao Wen froze, and the other disciples who had escaped with Gao Wen subconsciously lowered their heads.
Shen Yuqing glanced at them, raised his eyes to look at the barrier, and stepped forward.
The other disciples who followed Shen Yuqing from the Lingjian Immortal Pavilion stepped forward as instructed, helped Pei Zichen to stand up, and walked towards the flying boat in the forest.
The moment they passed each other, a familiar fragrance entered Shen Yuqing's nose. Pei Zichen was completely unaware of it. Shen Yuqing's pupils shrank sharply. She turned around suddenly and said coldly, "Stop."
Pei Zichen heard something wrong in Shen Yuqing's tone, paused, and turned back in confusion: "Master?"
"Who have you met?"
Shen Yuqing asked, with a rare coldness that showed little emotion.
Pei Zichen was stunned, and his fingertips curled up unconsciously under his sleeves.
He had behaved uprightly throughout his life and never lied, except for this one time—
"Disciple has been in the Black Moon Forest the entire time," Pei Zichen said, his heart beating a little faster, but he still pretended to be calm, "Aside from the demon cultivators, demons, and monsters, I haven't seen anyone else."
Shen Yuqing didn't say anything, he stared at Pei Zichen.
After a long moment, he turned and walked forward, showing no mercy, and gave the order directly: "Lock the scapula, seal the tendons and veins, arrest him immediately, and send him to the criminal court for personal trial by Xiao An!"
The author has something to say:
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I'm holding my head. I haven't started writing yet, so many things are not what you imagine. Don't blame me if it's different from what you imagine.
Also, the male protagonist has a little youthful heart, and saving people is more out of gratitude for "saving the real fairyland and saving him from the water and fire", but it has not reached the level of love, he is just kind.
[Small Theater·Today's Chapter Summary]
Shen Yuqing: "You smell of her perfume. It's my nose that's guilty."
Pei Zichen: "Master has water spiritual roots, and I have ice spiritual roots. Master's wife, if Master is good, I am even better!"
Jiang Zhaoxue: "Get out! Everyone, get out! My Tianji Lingyu is gone!!!"
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