Chapter 140 Taking refuge in the mountains
The old white-bearded monster took the black pill and sniffed it carefully. A faint medicinal fragrance filled his nostrils, and he immediately determined that this must be the antidote. With swift movements, he opened his mouth and put the pill into his mouth.
"Hey, big brother!" The old monster with red beard and the old monster with black beard fought for a long time, but the big brother got there first, and they immediately became anxious.
The old white-bearded monster took advantage of the situation and said, "My two brothers, let me try the effect of this medicine first, so as not to let you take the risk alone."
"Boy, bring us our antidote quickly!" The old monster with black beard had a bad temper, but he didn't dare to get angry at the old monster with white beard. He could only vent his anger on Qing Yi and yelled at him at the top of his voice.
"Let that girl go, and I will naturally give you the antidote." Qing Yi narrowed his eyes, with an imperceptible smirk on the corner of his mouth, and was secretly proud of himself: Look how I can fool you silly old men!
"I'll bring her over!" The red-bearded old man was impatient. Without waiting for the white-bearded old man to speak, he turned and hurried back. A moment later, he brought Qingqing over. Qingqing was pierced by thorns all over her body, unable to move or speak. But when she saw that it was her master, her eyes flashed with surprise.
"Boy, the people are here, give us the antidote quickly." The old monster with red beard was extremely anxious, sweat broke out on his forehead. He didn't want to die from bleeding from all seven orifices due to poisoning.
"Okay! Hand over the antidote in one hand and the person in the other." Qing Yi walked forward holding the small porcelain bottle.
"I'll do it!" Ye Qingyu stopped Qing Yi.
Seeing this, Qing Yi knew that his internal energy had not yet recovered and his strength was not as good as Xiao Ye's at this moment. It would be safer for him to go, so he handed the porcelain bottle to Ye Qingyu.
Ye Qingyu took a few steps forward, and with a light sweep of the Ice Black Iron Sword, the small porcelain bottle landed steadily in front of the red-bearded old monster. At the same time, the red-bearded old monster pushed Qingqing hard, and Ye Qingyu quickly reached out and embraced Qingqing, leading her to retreat quickly.
"Xiao Ye, let's go quickly." Qing Yi said in a low voice when he saw that Qingqing had been successfully rescued.
The old man with the red beard couldn't wait to open the porcelain bottle. A strong and fragrant medicinal aroma hit his nose. He quickly took out a pill and swallowed it. The old man with the black beard also rushed forward to grab the porcelain bottle. They were surprised to find that there were not only two pills in the porcelain bottle, but four or five in total.
Ye Qingyu reached out to untie the knot around her body, gently moved her numb arms, bowed to Ye Qingyu, and said softly, "Master."
"Well, let's go first, we'll talk later." Ye Qingyu was very perceptive and had already understood Qing Yi's intention. He was afraid that the porcelain bottle didn't contain the real antidote. If they didn't leave quickly, once the Three Winter Monsters noticed, they would be in trouble, considering they were all injured.
Ye Qingyu supported the more seriously injured Qingfeng, while Qingyi and Qingqing followed closely behind. The four of them walked at a brisk pace. Their horses had long since run away, and now they could only rely on their own legs to travel.
Worried that the Three Winter Monsters would catch up, Ye Qingyu chose a small mountain path instead of the main road. As they walked, a clear stream appeared before them, blocking their way.
"Xiao Ye, take a break. I really can't walk anymore!" Qing Yi said, supporting his knees with his hands.
"Hmm," Ye Qingyu replied, letting Qingfeng sit down on a relatively flat rock. Qingqing and Qingyi, exhausted and with weak legs, sat down on the ground.
Ye Qingyu came to the stream alone, squatted down, scooped up the cool stream water with his hands, and washed his face vigorously. The stream water splashed on his face, bringing a slight coolness, but it couldn't dispel the pungent smell of blood on his body, which made him feel nauseous.
After recovering slightly, she quickly pulled out various healing medicines from her bag. She glanced at the three normally awe-inspiring martial arts masters before her, now in such a state of disarray. Why were they all injured? Although Qingfeng's injuries appeared to be more serious, her master always came first in her heart. Needless to say, she had to treat his wounds first.
"Master, let me treat your wound." She walked forward and spoke softly.
"I'll wait a moment and deal with them first." Ye Qingyu frowned. He really wanted to take off his clothes at this moment. The musty smell mixed with the bloody smell under the trap made his head dizzy and unbearable.
"Yes." He responded softly and turned to look at Qingfeng and Qingyi.
"Qingfeng is more seriously injured. You should treat Qingfeng's wound first. The wind is strong here. I saw a cave over there. You guys go there. I'll rest for a while and then come over." Qingyi pointed to a cave not far away and said.
"Yes." Qingqing also noticed that Qingfeng's body was covered with wounds. His already dark skin now looked a little pale due to blood loss. He clenched his teeth, and veins bulged on his forehead. It was obvious that he was enduring the severe pain.
Qingqing felt very distressed, so she hurriedly and carefully supported Qingfeng and walked towards the cave to treat his wounds.
Qing Yi watched Qing Feng and Qing Qing gradually walk away, then turned to Ye Qingyu and said, "Xiao Ye, go wash up, I'll keep an eye on it for you." He had long noticed that Ye Qingyu was not feeling well, and her furrowed brows and slightly pale face made him feel distressed.
Ye Qingyu hesitated. Although it was already evening, it was still early in the morning, and the sun was still lingering. What if someone passed by and saw him bathing? Besides, Qingqing could come over at any time, which would be a bit inconvenient.
"Hey, hurry up, Xiaoye, don't worry, this place is very remote and no one will come here. Wash quickly, the stream water is a little cold, don't catch a cold." Qingyi saw Ye Qingyu hesitating and hurriedly urged.
"Yes." Ye Qingyu no longer hesitated, quickly took off his clothes, and jumped into the stream. Qingyi then discovered that there were deep scars on both of Xiaoye's wrists. The blood had not yet dried, and it was particularly glaring in the clear stream water.
In just a quarter of an hour, Ye Qingyu reached the shore. He was surprised to find that in such a short time, Qingyi had washed his blood-stained clothes clean, dried them with his inner energy, and placed them neatly on the stone.
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