Chapter 23 Dan Ding Sword Cultivation
In the heavy rain, the soldiers gathered in a circle, looking at the man in white dressed in a Hanfu long gown with curiosity in their eyes.
Everyone had just witnessed how powerful that ghost was, but the man in white easily pinned it to the ground with a sword, and it couldn't even turn over.
If the ghost in front of us is the evil spirit that brings disaster to the world, then this man in white must be the sword immortal who flies high in the sky.
Not long ago, the people of the Ming Dynasty just realized that there seemed to be something extraordinary in this world.
But today they saw a mysterious and strange ghost, and also saw the legendary sword fairy who could take people's heads from thousands of miles away.
The curiosity in the soldier's eyes almost overflowed.
Although Mao Hongwei was also curious now, he didn't have time to observe the man in white.
Lin Qingsheng had already fainted. The injuries on his body were horrific, and mixed with mud and water, it was difficult to tell how serious the injuries were.
"Lao Lin, wake up! You must not fall asleep!"
Mao Hongwei panicked and pinched Lin Qingsheng's philtrum while asking someone to bring a first aid kit.
He didn't dare to move Lin Qingsheng. Most of his bones were broken. If his internal organs were pierced during the move, he would be dead.
"Lao Lin, you can't die like this. You haven't even gotten married yet, and you haven't even been my best man yet. Lao Lin, wake up!"
Under the makeshift umbrella, the medical soldiers quickly cleaned Lin Qingsheng's wounds and applied emergency bandages.
Mao Hongwei kept shouting.
Lin Qingsheng seemed to have some vague consciousness, but he was still not conscious. He just opened and closed his mouth as if he was saying something.
"Stop pinching him!"
The man in white completely ignored everyone's gaze. He stretched out his hand and grabbed the ghost. The pure snow-white sword was pulled out of the ghost's body with a "whoosh" and fell into his hand.
He naturally made a sword flower, put the long sword into the scabbard in his left hand, and said softly:
"If you keep pinching him like this, he will really die."
Upon hearing this, Mao Hongwei suddenly turned around and looked at the man in white.
What this means is... that I can’t die?
After the man in white put away his sword, he walked to Mao Hongwei, leaned over and used his right hand to feel Lin Qingsheng's pulse in his arms, and said:
"It's just an external injury. His organs are not damaged, and his body has not been eroded by the ghost's Yin Qi. However, the external injury is a bit serious. He lost too much blood and his bones were broken. So he is in a coma, but he won't die."
At this point, the man in white took out a white jade bottle from somewhere and handed it over:
"Give him the Pure Yang Pill in this bottle, and he will be full of energy soon."
Having said this, he turned around and said in a warning tone:
"In the future, don't provoke these ghosts. It's not often that you have such good luck as today."
Having said that, the man in white stood up, put his sword behind him, turned around and walked away, as if he came to save them just passing by. Now that he had saved people, it was time for him to leave.
Mao Hongwei looked at the man in white who was leaving and suddenly said:
"Hey, friend, what's your name?"
"Chun Yang, Li Mubai!"
The voice came from a distance, and the figure took small steps but walked away in just two or three steps.
In the heavy rain, no one could be seen.
It really comes and goes like the wind.
Are all sword masters so cool and elegant?
"Li Mubai?"
Mao Hongwei repeated it twice and wrote it down.
Then he quickly opened the jade bottle that Li Mubai had just given him, and a rich and refreshing fragrance filled his face.
In a trance, Mao Hongwei only felt a cool air rising up his nose.
Looking down at the unconscious Lin Qingsheng, Mao Hongwei looked at the pills poured out of the jade bottle, his face full of pearls and jade, and said:
"Old Lin, you are a sword immortal after all, give it a try!"
Mao Hongwei pried open Lin Qingsheng's mouth and forced the pill into his mouth.
He was afraid that Lin Qingsheng would choke, but the pill seemed to melt in his mouth and disappeared in an instant.
However, in the blink of an eye, a "crackling" sound came from Lin Qingsheng's body, as if bones were exploding inside his body.
His broken arm automatically recovered at a speed visible to the naked eye.
It's like time is being sped up.
The medics watching were stunned when they saw this scene.
The whole process was like a dream.
After just a moment, Lin Qingsheng opened his eyes and even turned over and stood up. He didn't look injured at all.
Mao Hongwei looked at Lin Qingsheng, who stood up and seemed to be able to kill a tiger, and asked in disbelief, "Are you really okay?"
"Of course I'm fine. I feel like I've never felt so good before."
Lin Qingsheng stretched his body and felt as if he had endless energy.
Mao Hongwei looked at the jade bottle in his hand. Isn't the effect of this medicine too exaggerated?
"I just thought you were going to die!"
Lin Qingsheng glanced in the direction where Li Mubai disappeared.
"If it weren't for that guy, he might have really died."
He clearly remembered the ghost claw that was glowing with cold light just now, and it just fell down like that. At that moment, he really felt that this was the end of his life.
"By the way, what last words were you leaving just now?"
"What last words? I meant you stepped on my hand!"
Lin Qingsheng said unhappily: "Can you be more careful next time? It hurts."
Lin Qingsheng, who had recovered, turned around and looked at the ghost figure nailed to the ground by the broken ghost gun. It was now completely motionless.
The weird puppet in Yucheng was obviously right. This ghost gun can really suppress evil spirits.
He walked forward and touched the ghost nailed to the ground, and an extremely cold feeling came from his palm.
"Chun Yang Li Mubai, this should be the same heir as Maoshan."
Lin Qingsheng squatted on the ground and said seriously:
"The descendants of these sects are so strong that they don't seem human!"
With one sword, the ghost figure that even the army could not deal with was nailed to the ground, unable to even turn over.
This made Lin Qingsheng think of the ghost in Yucheng. At that time, the ghost soldiers seemed to be able to deal with the ghost easily.
"I don't know which one of the two is stronger!"
The heavy rain is still falling, and it seems to be getting heavier.
The haze in Lin Qingsheng's heart gradually grew thicker. What they would have to face in the future were these powerful humans who did not look like humans.
However, he also had some expectations in his heart.
What if...what if they could become such people in the future?
…
In the distance, Wen Zhengming regained consciousness and returned from Li Mubai's body to his own body.
Li Mubai is now the second incarnation of Wen Zhengming.
The sword immortal of the Chunyang sect, the Danding sword practitioner, and Wen Zhengming's cheap senior brother.
The setting is that he is the descendant of Lu Zu from a different generation.
At level nineteen, plus the powerful skills given to him by Wen Zhengming, this is now the ceiling of human combat power.
The elixir given by Wen Zhengming was selected from the miscellaneous items. After all, for an alchemist and swordsman, having a sword and elixir is the standard configuration.
"However, this medicine is really effective!"
Wen Zhengming sighed, the effect he wrote was also simple, it was an ordinary elixir that could replenish 20 health points, but it couldn't withstand Lin Qingsheng's health points of 5.
At once, the efficacy of the medicine began to show.
"So, sometimes being a weakling doesn't mean it's not without its benefits."
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(End of this chapter)
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