"So how can we wake up our brother now?" Yu Jiao asked.
Wei Lichu unsealed the black jar, and a rotten, foul smell immediately filled the room. "That Gu is protecting Cheng Ying's heart. From now on, it will live and die with his heart. If it is forcibly removed, Cheng Ying will die."
He handed Yu Jiao a dagger and said, "Third cousin, if you want to save Cheng Ying, you must first draw out the mother Gu in your body."
Yu Jiao took the dagger and cut her finger without hesitation.
Wei Lichu held the black jar to Yu Jiao's fingertips. Yu Jiao glanced at the contents of the jar and almost vomited.
Four blister beetles without legs and wings were twisted and stuck together, mixed with the crushed insect corpses, in mottled colors, filling up half a jar. The abdomens of the sticky blister beetles were swollen with pus bags, and a black and sticky worm could be vaguely seen, wriggling in the pus bags, as if it had not yet crawled out of the placenta.
Yu Jiao suppressed her nausea and placed her bleeding finger on the mouth of the jar. Soon, the strange-shaped poisonous insect in her body was attracted by the contents of the jar, crawled out from the wound on her fingertips, and fell into the black jar.
As soon as the mother Gu in her body fell into the black jar, it squirmed and drilled into the placenta abscess. Yu Jiao watched with her own eyes as the mother Gu devoured the black, sticky worms in the abscess bite by bite.
Is this the so-called gentleness of the mother Gu?
Yu Jiao looked at Cheng Ying, who was lying on the bed with her eyes closed. "You said that the Zi Gu and his heart live and die together, so doesn't that mean it can't be taken out? If the Zi Gu stays in his body, won't it torture him forever in the future?"
"This is why Master asked me to go to Jiuli to retrieve this life-extending Gu. Once the mother Gu devours the life-extending Gu, it will have the effect of extending life. After it enters Cheng Ying's body, it will replace the child Gu to protect Cheng Ying's heart meridian, and the child Gu can be led out of the body. Although the mother Gu remains in his body, it will not do evil, nor will it torture him anymore."
Although Yu Jiao hated this vicious poisonous insect, this was the only way to save her senior brother. She said, "I'll do as you say."
Wei Lichu placed the black jar on the wound on Cheng Ying's back. The mother Gu smelled the familiar smell of blood that fed it, and quickly drilled into the wound and disappeared.
Wei Lichu took out another coarse porcelain jar from his bag, opened the jar again, and placed it on the wound on Cheng Ying's back. After a moment, a strange insect slightly smaller than the mother Gu crawled out.
Yu Jiao asked him, "Is this all right?"
Wei Lichu nodded.
"Then when will my senior brother wake up?" Yu Jiao applied medicine to the bloody wound and re-bandaged it.
"This... If the injury is not serious, he should wake up soon." Wei Lichu felt a little guilty and he forgot to ask the Miao man.
Yu Jiao helped Cheng Ying put on the clothes on her back. Her tone was gentle but firm. "Then please stay here for a few days, cousin. Leave after my senior brother wakes up."
Wei Lichu had no choice but to agree. He recalled the day in Nian Qu Pagoda when his master left his last words. He asked his master, if Cheng Ying had no chance of survival, would he have made a wasted trip to Jiuli?
In fact, it was because of the resentment in his heart. He resented that Cheng Ying had locked his master in the Nian Qu Tower for more than ten years and tortured him in every way, but his master still wanted to leave him a glimmer of hope.
But his master told him: Do your best and leave the rest to fate. If there was no hope, even she didn't want him to live, Cheng Ying would die.
At that time, he didn't know who his master was talking about. It was not until he came all the way to Jiaxing and saw Yu Jiao that he understood.
"Third cousin, the dispute between you is nothing but a little love. What my master did was for the great cause in his heart. Even if my master cannot leave his name in history, he should not be resented by others." Wei Lichu couldn't help but said so.
Yu Jiao turned her head and looked at him, with a complex and indifferent expression on her face: "For the great cause in your heart? It is indeed very noble."
She wanted to say something, but when the words came to her lips, she felt that there was no point.
The great principles in Zhang Daoling's heart are for the benefit of all people in the world, which is indeed a noble virtue.
But their fates are intertwined, and their joys and sorrows are just as lowly as "just a little love"? How is this different from killing one person to save the world? The lives of the people of the world are lives, so is the life of that one person not a life?
"Cousin Wei, killing one person to save the world is not killing one person to benefit the world; killing oneself to save the world is killing oneself to benefit the world." Yu Jiao said calmly, "Cousin Wei should read the 44th chapter of Mozi carefully."
Hearing that even her way of addressing him had become distant, Wei Lichu gave a bitter smile.
"Jianjia, clean up a room and take cousin Wei to rest." Yu Jiao said lightly.
After Wei Lichu left, she stayed in the room for an hour, but Cheng Ying showed no signs of waking up. Yu Jiao was worried, but there was nothing she could do. Miao Gu was beyond the scope of her knowledge, so she could only wait patiently.
After daybreak, Yu Jiao returned to her room to wash up and have breakfast. After breakfast, she went back to the room and saw the person lying quietly on the couch with his face covered with a quilt.
Yu Jiao thought that Cheng Ying had woken up, and said happily: "Brother, you are awake..."
But she heard a faint whimpering sound. She pulled away the thin blanket and saw that the person lying on the bed was Yunxiao with his hands and feet tied. She was shocked and pulled out the white cloth stuffed in his mouth. She asked anxiously, "Where is my senior brother?"
Yun Xiao half-knelt on the ground with a face full of shame, "Miss, Cheng Ying was taken away by someone. It was a mute servant who was over fifty years old. He was very skilled in martial arts. I was defeated and captured. The mute servant left a message on the table."
Yu Jiao walked to the table and looked down. There were two large words left by a knife on the table: Mo Xun.
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