Chapter 62
When Zhou Qingzi woke up, it was already afternoon.
All he saw was a dazzling white wall. Zhou Qingzi blinked his eyes dazedly, but his barely recovered memory still remained at the stage where his vision was surrounded by a cloud of hypnotic gas smoke.
Until he heard a barely audible voice calling from beside him: "Master?"
This voice... is Zhou Ming?
Zhou Qingzi woke up immediately. He sat up suddenly from the bed and turned his head to look to his right. However, the expression of surprise froze on his face instantly.
Who else could the person lying on the bed with wounds all over his body be but his good disciple Zhou Ming?
"Disciple, how did you become like this!!!"
Zhou Qingzi cried out in pain, stood up and rushed to the bedside, holding on to the railing with trembling fingers. Looking at Zhou Ming's tragic condition with extensive burns, he did not bother to think about where he was now, and asked angrily: "Was it the work of those evil cultivators? Master will go and report it for you..."
"No, Master." "You'd better stay still and don't touch him."
Two voices were heard in the ward at the same time. Zhou Qingzi turned his head suddenly and looked at Yi Yan who was leaning against the wall with his arms folded. His pupils shrank slightly - he was so careless that he didn't notice that there was another person in the room!
"How dare you show up in front of me?" He gritted his teeth and stood up. However, due to his injured disciple, Zhou Qingzi temporarily did not fight in the room. "Go out and fight. I will leave you an intact body!"
"No, you two, master and disciple, have exactly the same train of thought. Why do you always fight and kill each other?" Zhuge Xiao poked his head in from outside the door. "Forget it, Zhou Ming, you should talk to your master yourself."
Zhou Qingzi frowned fiercely: "What are you talking about?"
Ten minutes later.
Zhou Ming was exhausted after recounting the whole process, and he could no longer hold on and fell asleep. The school doctor outside came in again to change his medicine. Looking at Zhou Ming's injuries, he shook his head and glared at Zhou Qingzi who was standing beside him in a daze. His tone was like a doctor who was disappointed with a family member who believed in folk remedies: "Really, your apprentice is so seriously injured, don't you know to let him rest well?"
Zhou Qingzi didn't say anything.
His face was pale, and he was still digesting what Zhou Ming had just told him. In addition, Yan Beichen played the projection for him again. Now Zhou Qingzi, like Zhou Ming at the beginning, was completely trapped in self-doubt about his worldview.
But he has lived much longer than Zhou Ming, and compared to a cultivator in the Foundation Establishment stage who has just entered the immortal sect, his cultivation and Taoism are much more solid.
So, when he felt restless, Zhou Qingzi subconsciously took out the Qingxin Pill from his arms and swallowed it.
The man's throat rolled, and after just a few seconds, his face looked visibly better.
"What is this... video?" He stared at Yi Yan who had been staying in the room, and questioned, "Isn't it something you deliberately created to confuse people? Demonic cultivators are always good at using sweet words to shake the cultivators' hearts, and the little tricks you used on the way to escape are definitely not the magic of ordinary cultivators. How dare you say that you are not a demonic cultivator?"
“Yes or no, is this question important to you now?”
Yi Yan asked back.
Zhou Qingzi was about to say that of course it was important, but looking at his disciple Zhou Ming lying on the bed dying, the afterimage of the disgusting blood-red creature in the video flashed through his mind again, and he was suddenly speechless.
"I don't believe you."
He shook his head and took a step back cautiously.
Although Zhou Qingzi was 100% confident that he could kill everyone in the room instantly at such a close distance, he seemed to be the weakest one at this moment.
He said, "I will naturally investigate what that thing is, but if you are not demonic cultivators, who are you who suddenly appeared in this desolate place?"
"Of course it's someone from Mo Da!"
Zhuge Xiao put his arm around Yi Yan's shoulder with a smile, and pointed his thumb at the metal chest guard on Yi Yan's left chest that had the emblem of the Mo University engraved on it, his tone not without pride.
But after feeling Yi Yan's tense muscles under his arm, he couldn't help but move his gaze to the outside of the door. He paused for a second before continuing, "Sir, you should just leave us alone and go back to your sect to think of a solution."
"What?"
"Hey, why don't you understand what I mean?" Zhuge Xiao said helplessly, "I'm asking you to go back to the sect and see if you can save your disciple's life! Although we rescued him from the brink of death, it's not a solution to keep going like this. Don't you cultivators have some kind of magic medicine that can revive the dead? Saving lives is the most important thing now. If you delay any longer, the wound may get infected again!"
Zhou Qingzi's eyes widened: "A panacea... How can there be such a thing? You must have read too many novels!"
Zhuge Xiao choked and said "Ah" in disappointment: "No way, I have the storage ring, but there is no magic medicine?"
Zhou Qingzi was just about to say of course not, but suddenly his mind changed and he remembered the bottle of elixir that the former sect master left for the sect master in his cave before he ascended to heaven.
At that time, the master was alone in the cave, reading the suicide note left by the master, and then burned it to ashes without saying a word. Zhou Qingzi knew that the things that the master specially left for his junior brother must be good things, but he and several elders had practiced for so many years, and they were no longer at the age of being tempted by external things, and they were not greedy by nature, so they did not ask more questions.
But Lin Shenzong's family is rich and powerful, maybe that is a bottle of elixir that can save his disciple?
At their level of cultivation, they are most afraid of having too many emotional fluctuations, especially all kinds of negative emotions, which can easily lead to inner demons. If Zhou Qingzi himself was seriously injured this time, he would definitely not go to the trouble of asking the sect master for help. At most, he would die, but who said that Zhou Ming was his most beloved disciple?
He will inherit my mantle in the future!
Yi Yan looked at Zhou Qingzi standing there, his expression changing several times, knowing that he was persuaded by Zhuge Xiao. But he stayed here not to greet him, and after confirming that there was a high probability that the immortal cultivator had the "magic medicine", he began to negotiate with Zhou Qingzi on behalf of the headquarters.
"Since we have accepted Zhou Ming as a patient, we must be responsible for him to the end," Yi Yan said to Zhou Qingzi, "If you want to go back to the sect to find medicine for him, remember to send it to us for testing."
"Why?"
Zhou Qingzi came back to his senses instantly, stared at him and asked.
"No reason, just because we have been studying that blood-red creature, and we have already made some progress." Yi Yan said calmly, "Also, it has been parasitic in Zhou Ming's body before, and it may have some effects on his body. We must be more cautious about the medicine we take."
This sounded reasonable at first glance, and even Zhou Qingzi was fooled. His originally shocked and angry expression gradually turned into hesitation.
But in fact, everyone present except him knew that the command just wanted some samples for analysis.
However, Yi Yan did not think he did anything wrong. He was almost pierced into a sieve by Zhou Qingzi's hundreds of flying swords. The school paid such a huge price to save Zhou Ming, and a building of the school hospital was blown down. How could he not ask for some interest?
Zhou Qingzi was silent for a long time before he slowly asked:
"You, are you really not demon cultivators? And you are not mortals who have anything to do with the demon cult?"
"I don't even know what the Demon Cult is."
Yi Yan looked straight into his eyes.
Zhou Qingzi looked at him deeply, and his tense body finally relaxed.
"Okay, I'll trust you for once."
As he spoke, he looked at Zhou Ming lying on the bed with pity. After a while, he sighed heavily from the depths of his throat: "Given my disciple's condition, I can't take him back to the sect. I'll trouble you to take care of him for a while. I'll go back to the sect to see if there is any elixir that can cure his condition."
He said sternly, "Of course, I, Zhou Qingzi, will repay a favor. When my disciple gets better, I will not reduce your reward."
When Zhuge Xiao heard that there was a reward, he immediately smiled:
"That's great, take care!"
He waved at Zhou Qingzi, and the childish action made Zhou Qingzi, who was already 200 years old this year, snort. He did not bother with Zhuge Xiao, but just made a hand gesture, summoned a flying sword from the sky, stepped on the sword deftly, opened the window, and left.
"Cool," Zhuge Xiao stared at his back blankly. It turned out that men are most handsome when they don't follow the usual path. "But Brother Yi, what did he say to you just now?"
Before leaving, Zhou Qingzi looked down at Yi Yan from his flying sword and even said something to him. But Zhuge Xiao's attention was focused on the flying sword under his feet, and he didn't pay attention to what the other party said.
Yi Yan still looked a little dazed, and it was not until Zhuge Xiao beside him called him repeatedly that he came back to his senses.
"Nothing," he said.
But in fact, what Zhou Qingzi said to him was: "Since you saved my disciple, I would like to kindly remind you: I see that you have a knot in your heart. I advise you to resolve it as soon as possible, otherwise it will develop into a demon in your heart, which will be too late for regret."
Does he have a knot in his heart...?
Yi Yan and the noisy Zhuge Xiao walked out of Zhou Ming's ward together and saw Gu Liangyi leaning in the corridor in a daze.
The black-haired young man was only wearing a white shirt. The light from the window shone through the shirt, faintly outlining the thin waistline underneath. From Yi Yan's perspective, he could only see a small part of Gu Liangyi's profile and a bit of the tip of his nose.
He seemed to be in a daze, but Yi Yan knew that he had been listening to the movements in the ward to prevent Zhou Qingzi from suddenly attacking him and Zhuge Xiao.
Since when did their roles become reversed?
Yi Yan lowered his eyes to hide the complex emotions in his eyes, but a feeling of powerlessness still enveloped him, and his stomach felt heavy as if it was falling down. The familiar environment around him reminded him of what his father had said to him outside the ward.
"What we owe him cannot be repaid with just a simple apology."
Unlike the previous world, at least Yi Yan still has the mission of being "needed". For Gu Liang's safety, he can push the young man out of the trap without hesitation, and then press the trigger on his solar plexus without any hesitation.
But in this high-magic fairy world, as an ordinary person, even after rigorous training, Yi Yan clearly felt the chasm between him and those immortal cultivators - this is not to say that he is not strong. In fact, if Yi Yan and Zhou Qingzi swapped roles, he would definitely be able to develop the abilities of an immortal cultivator to the extreme and play a role that would shock Zhou Qingzi himself.
Even if he was still the winner in this battle, Yi Yan couldn't help but think, if Zhou Qingzi was more cautious, or if there were more cultivators, would the special action team really be able to gain an advantage in the duel? Could he really protect Gu Liang?
Moreover, Yi Yan had never told anyone that he didn't actually hate the cursed mark that controlled him.
Because in his opinion, this was a unique shackle in the world that connected their bodies and minds. He was happy to let Gu Liang control his life and death, even though he knew that his thoughts would most likely make the other party angry and call him a complete pervert.
But now, even the curse has disappeared.
"Why does he look like an eggplant hit by frost?"
Gu Liangyou asked the master personality in the consciousness space.
Gu Liangyi also noticed that Yi Yan was not quite right since he left the ward. He kept staring at him with his lips pursed. Gu Liangyi almost asked him if there was something on his face.
Although his expression didn't change, he just felt that Yi Yan was in a very low mood.
"Maybe he's tired?" he guessed.
"Brother Yi, go back to the dormitory and rest first. Zhuge Xiao and I will go to Principal Zong to report the situation."
Gu Liang had good intentions, but who knew that after Yi Yan heard this, his eyes became even more gloomy.
Yes, Zhuge Xiao is also a mage. Although his strength is not as good as his, at least they can still have a common language.
"knew."
He clenched his fists, said something in a hoarse voice, turned and left.
"It's definitely not right." Gu Liangyou looked at his inexplicably heavy back and commented, "Could it be that my uncle is here?"
Gu Liangyi was silent for a moment: "You, you made a fool of yourself with this cold joke."
But Gu Liangyou was quite amused by it: "Haha, yours is not bad either. It turns out that jokes about schizophrenia never get old."
Gu Liangyi: “…………”
Zhuge Xiao stroked his chin. He didn't notice anything wrong with Yi Yan, but when he saw Gu Liangyi staring at the direction Yi Yan left, he smiled and came over to ask for a fight: "Hey, I'm still here, stop looking!"
The gentle expression on the black-haired young man's face disappeared in an instant. He didn't even bother to raise his head. He just raised his hand and snapped his fingers coldly.
“Bang!”
Zhuge Xiao was hit by the sudden flame and let out a scream. He quickly took a half step back and tried to blow the wind upwards, trying frantically to save his bangs.
"I say, Fourth Brother, aren't you too cruel? And aren't you a wind mage?" he asked with a sad face.
You don’t even need to look in the mirror to know that this permed hairstyle will definitely be extremely fashionable!
"Does this level still need a magician of any department?" Gu Liangyou said as a matter of course.
Zhuge Xiao, whose nature-based ultimate skill can only artificially rain in a small area and promote the growth of weeds: “…………”
...My hands are itching.
“Ding Di——”
Suddenly, the communicator they were carrying vibrated. Gu Liangyi and Zhuge Xiao looked at each other and their expressions became a little serious.
He answered the call, and immediately heard Zong Qinyuan's anxious but joyful voice:
"Student Gu Liang, thank you for coming to the laboratory again. We have made a great discovery!"
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