9 Seventy or Eighty
Hua Lang hadn't been to the outer gate in the past few days, so naturally he didn't know about the rumors that were spreading wildly.
But every few steps, a group of young disciples wrapped in gauze would appear and stare at him with glowing eyes. Their wolf-like and ferocious gazes seemed to want to stare a hole in Hua Lang.
Hua Lang followed everyone's gaze and looked down at himself.
She suspected that she had left in a hurry this morning and was not dressed properly.
But she couldn't take out the mirror in front of everyone, so she could only speed up her pace.
But the faster she walked, the more people followed her and stared at her.
When they finally arrived in front of the teleportation formation, Hua Lang was followed by a large group of wounded soldiers. In this short half an incense stick of time, Hua Lang felt as if a century had passed.
He couldn't wait to inject spiritual energy into the teleportation array. As the array lit up, Hua Lang's figure disappeared inside, and the young disciples' gazes that followed him like a shadow finally disappeared.
While the formation blocked the line of sight, it also blocked the outside sounds. The young disciples gathered around the teleportation formation and whispered,
"Master Junior walked so fast, but unfortunately I had a limp and couldn't catch up with him."
"I was even worse off. Although my leg wasn't lame, my arm was broken. Even if I caught up with him, I had no chance to ask for his autograph."
"What am I? I'm blind. If you hadn't told me Junior Master was here, I wouldn't have known what happened!"
"Mmmmmmm!"
Oh, there is a mute here.
…
The formation was activated, and Hua Lang was oblivious to the noise outside. In her eyes, she only saw the scenery outside the formation changing instantly.
A bamboo house that extended horizontally for about dozens of feet appeared in front of me. The fields around the house were open, but there were many drying boards, with strange-shaped herbs or insect corpses neatly spread on them.
With every breath, the bitter medicinal fragrance enveloped his head like a dense net, and the dry herbs in the plaque rubbed against each other in the breeze, making a rustling sound.
Hua Lang walked carefully through the drying racks. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw several racks drying their huge mandibles and long, dense abdomens that almost covered the entire rack. She stumbled, not daring to look closely. She stared straight ahead and quickly walked to the front door of the bamboo house.
The door of the bamboo house, which was as long as a giant fence, was open, and Hua Lang peeked inside.
There was a huge courtyard inside, and Hua Lang couldn't even see the whole picture. The bamboo house embraced the courtyard, and in the middle was a huge boiler. The boiler was boiling, and the hot air seemed to be about to blow off the roof at any time, and the gurgling sound hit the eardrums.
Seeing no one around, Hua Lang could only walk into the yard.
After taking a few steps, Hua Lang hurriedly fanned himself with his hands.
The yard is much hotter than outside, which must be because of the big boiler.
She looked around the courtyard and found the thin figure of a young man sitting under the huge brown and yellow boiler.
The more Hua Lang looked, the more familiar he felt. He asked uncertainly, "...Xie Hanjing?"
The young man turned around, revealing his unique cold and superior face. It was indeed Xie Hanjing.
When he saw Hua Lang, he immediately called out, "Junior Master."
Hua Lang approached him and stood in front of the boiler, marveling at it.
Who thought of putting Xie Hanjing next to the boiling boiler?
What a genius.
Look, from a sensory perspective, I felt a lot cooler instantly.
Hua Lang wanted to ask him where Gong Huaqiu was, but she turned the question around and said, "Xie Hanjing, did you take the antidote?"
Xie Hanjing hesitated for a moment, but still told her, "Yes, I have already taken it. I have to thank Junior Master for the antidote."
Hua Lang couldn't wait to ask, "Do you feel anything is wrong?"
He further elaborated, “For example, after taking the antidote, you will have a strange but very real dream, just like you experienced it in real life.”
Xie Han nodded in surprise and explained, "Master, don't worry about this. Yesterday, I went to the library to look through ancient books and discovered that the Illusion Poison was actually brewed by a Charm Demon using the Submerged Yuan Gu. This same poison appeared last year. And one of the ingredients in the antidote comes from the Nightmare Demon. Therefore, those who take the antidote will instantly fall into a dream. When the dream ends, the poison is completely eliminated."
Hua Lang was somewhat surprised at Xie Hanjing's knowledge reserves. He had only been in Qinglai for a few days, but he had already begun to study the ancient books in the library.
She originally went to Gong Huaqiu to ask about this matter, but Xie Hanjing answered her question so easily.
After thinking for a while, Hua Lang asked again, "What was your dream?"
After Hua Lang finished speaking, he saw Xie Hanjing's face, which seemed... red?
Hua Lang suspected that she had seen it wrong. She looked up at the sky, then down at the ground, and then back at Xie Hanjing...
It really became a little red.
Is it because the boiler is too hot?
Xie Hanjing lowered his eyes, but Hua Lang still stared at him relentlessly. Something must be wrong when things are abnormal!
Finally, Xie Hanjing coughed lightly and spoke.
"The disciple dreamed that he was becoming a Taoist companion with someone."
Hua Lang was shocked. Why did this poison treat people differently?
She was poisoned because she encountered a pervert and was tortured to death. But when she got to the male protagonist, he was actually spending his wedding night?
Hua Lang gritted his teeth, gave the sky a middle finger, and asked, "Then how did you break the dream?"
He couldn't have stabbed the bride, right?
Xie Hanjing pursed his lips and said frankly, "After being stabbed by... the Taoist companion in my dream, I lost consciousness. When I woke up, the Illusion Poison had already dissipated on its own."
Hua Lang finally felt a little more balanced and gave God a middle finger.
But this also proves that no matter how real a dream is, it is just an illusion.
After all...how could the male protagonist who practices the ruthless way become a Taoist partner with someone else!
Hua Lang patted Xie Hanjing's shoulder and comforted him in a mature and mature manner, "It's nothing, don't take it to heart. You're only seventeen or eighteen years old. It's normal to dream about these things at this age."
Xie Hanjing raised his head upon hearing this, staring at Hua Lang and asked, "But Junior Master-Uncle doesn't look very old either."
Hua Lang threatened him, "Humph, don't be fooled by my youthful appearance. That's because I've been young for a long time. In reality, I'm already in my seventies or eighties."
Hua Lang is now twenty-one. Logically, the male protagonist happens to be the same age as her, but the book mentioned that the male protagonist was seriously injured during the genocide, and his blood was drained, causing his cultivation and appearance to regress. But she has seen the male protagonist's experiences over the past few decades. In her eyes, the male protagonist in his current growth period is just a little brat.
In the world of immortal cultivation, seventy or eighty years old is not considered young. He nodded thoughtfully, "Junior Master is extremely talented. I was not considerate enough."
Hua Lang waved his hand, then remembered something and said, "Oh right, before I left, Senior Brother Gong said you were injured. Could it be because I accidentally injured you that day?"
Xie Hanjing coughed lightly again. Hua Lang vaguely felt that every time he coughed, his voice seemed to be softer, but he suspected it was just his illusion.
Xie Hanjing's tone was rather cold, and he couldn't really be gentle, but he just managed to get rid of the coldness. He said, "Thank you for your concern, Junior Master. The Peak Master of the Palace has examined my injury, and it's nothing serious."
Hua Lang nodded and said, "That's good. When 001 comes back, she will tell it that the male protagonist is in good health."
There have been no main missions these days, so 001 has been idle and traveling to other departments, only appearing for a few moments in the morning and evening.
"Tsk, I never said that."
A voice that was difficult to distinguish between male and female was heard, and Gong Huaqiu walked out of the bamboo house opposite the boiler mouth, stretched, and leaned against the door.
He was too tall and too thin, and his robe hung loosely on him, giving him a lazy look.
Gong Huaqiu's eyes swept past Xie Hanjing and stopped at Hua Lang. He said, "Junior Sister, it turns out you are the one who left this mess behind."
Hua Lang was somewhat puzzled and asked, "What mess?"
Gong Huaqiu smiled. He was beautiful yet mean, and his smile seemed to be full of sarcasm. "He has multiple spiritual injuries on his body. From what you just said, isn't this the mess you left behind?"
Hua Lang quickly looked towards Xie Hanjing, but didn't see any wounds. Only after a closer look did he see a few shallow scars. "Hasn't the wound healed already?"
Gong Huaqiu said, "That's because your spiritual energy is mild, and his body doesn't reject it. But it's not his own spiritual energy after all. Although the wound on the outside has healed, the internal wound won't be so easy to heal."
Hua Lang stood by the boiler, scorched by the heat. He broke out in a cold sweat as he listened to Gong Huaqiu's words. "...Is there any cure for this?"
Gong Huaqiu glanced at her and said, "Of course it can be cured, but since you've shown up, it's up to you to do it."
Hua Lang pointed at himself, "Ah? Me?"
She couldn't believe it. Could it be possible to practice medicine illegally in the world of immortal cultivation?
Hua Lang tried to struggle, "But I don't know anything, Senior Brother, isn't this your major?!"
Gong Huaqiu said, "This is my specialty, but the spiritual energy in the wound isn't mine. If I were to treat him, I'd have to wait three months. With such a minor injury, it would probably have healed on its own in three months."
After saying that, Gong Huaqiu threw a sheathed knife from a distance, and Hua Lang caught it in a hurry.
Gong Huaqiu continued, "It's simple. Use this knife to cut the wound open, use your mind skills to draw out the spiritual energy, and then bandage it."
Hua Lang felt like the sky was falling. Her hand holding the knife trembled slightly. "Brother, listen to what you said. Is this simple?!"
The key is that she has to be treated. In two days, it will be the second round of Qinglai's entry trial. If something goes wrong with her spiritual injury, she will be finished.
Hua Lang was shaky and took on the responsibility with tears in his eyes, "I understand, Senior Brother."
Seeing her like this, Gong Huaqiu curled his lips and asked, "Junior sister, why are you so listless? Is it the residual poison? It's just that I don't have anything here, but I have soup and medicine to fill you up. I have as many bowls of centipede soup as you want. I guarantee you'll be full of energy after drinking it."
Hua Lang immediately straightened her back, her eyes as determined as if she was about to join the party. She refused righteously, "No need, senior brother. I feel fine. Let's not waste medical resources. I am full of strength and can heal Xie Hanjing's spiritual injuries right now!"
Gong Huaqiu pretended to be sorry, stretched out his finger, pointed to an empty bamboo house for Hua Lang, and said,
"That house, the rooms are all empty, go ahead."
Hua Lang immediately pulled Xie Hanjing up and ran into the house as if escaping.
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