Chapter 235: Sophora japonica flowers and summer Sophora japonica beans
Seeing the miasma spreading across Long Qi's body, Lingxiang couldn't help but feel a little anxious. Although Hui Wu's magic cultivation wasn't as good as Yinghua's, he did have the ability to transform into a demon, and now, for some reason, he was carrying the miasma poison.
Even though Long Qi's life is not in danger at the moment, he is still corroded by the devilish miasma, which is no different from when Maidong was injured. If it is not resolved soon, he may become a stupid demon.
The most urgent task was to dispel the miasma for Long Qi, but Ling Xiang's cultivation level was powerless. For now, the only solution was to infuse his spirit with silver needles and set up formations on his body to seal his vital points and slow the spread of the miasma.
But this is only a delaying tactic. Even if we can escape now, where can we find someone who can remove the miasma? Relying solely on pills and acupuncture won't delay the situation for long!
He also blamed himself for being too self-righteous and not listening to Xinyi's advice. He let his guard down and fell into Huiwu's ambush. If not for that, Long Qi wouldn't have been injured while defending himself.
Strangely enough, Hui Wu turned out to be so powerful and his movements were so fast that Long Qi didn't even have a chance to draw his sword to resist him. He could only protect himself with his body. This caused Hui Wu to swing a claw on his shoulder, nearly breaking his arm. The claw marks on his back were so deep that the bones were visible.
For the first time, Lingxiang felt so helpless. Even if she was proficient in external alchemy, what could she do? Wouldn't she still have to watch Long Qi suffer from the erosion of the devil's miasma?
Lingxiang didn't dare show any emotion, feigning composure as she manipulated the needles, lifting, inserting, and twisting them. But her red eyes and the trembling of her hand betrayed her. Crystalline tears filled Lingxiang's eyes, blurring her vision, but she strained to keep them open, not wanting to let the tears fall.
Just as Lingxiang was getting flustered, Long Qi grabbed her trembling hand and said while panting:
"Don't panic, I'm a lucky guy. I'll be fine. Just give me acupuncture with confidence. I trust you!"
Lingxiang looked at Long Qi, whose face was covered in sweat, but his eyes were full of determination.
Looking at such a pair of eyes, Lingxiang suddenly calmed down for some reason.
"Yes! You will be fine!" Lingxiang's expression suddenly became firm, and the hand holding the needle became steady.
Seeing Lingxiang's expression change, Bai Wuchang was a little surprised, and couldn't help but secretly admire her, what a calm and composed woman.
An ordinary woman would have panicked if she encountered such a thing, but Lingxiang was able to remain calm and even composed herself after some thought. She was indeed a good person, not to mention that she was only that young.
With such a temperament, she is not lacking in the charm of Tumi in her youth. No wonder the Lord said he wanted to capture her alive. I guess he wants to use him to take care of his future affairs.
Bai Wuchang remained calm and just watched everything coldly.
Hui Wu's demonic nature increased rapidly, and his sharp claws were wrapped in a powerful wind and magical miasma, attacking Zhao Wuyang like a violent storm. He was so agile that only shadows could be seen and gusts of wind could be heard. He looked extremely domineering.
Fortunately, Zhao Wuyang had gone through the process of seeking Qi, and his physical skills had improved. He also had the power to exorcise demons, so he was able to handle it with ease.
This fight was evenly matched, but Zhao Wuyang was still young, simple-minded and inexperienced. He was no match for Hui Wu's cunning and treacherous tactics. After Hui Wu pretended to be defeated and launched a sneak attack, he was finally at a disadvantage.
Hui Wu suddenly soared into the air, waving his sharp claws and smashing down towards Zhao Wuyang. Zhao Wuyang quickly rolled to dodge, making his move miss.
Perhaps because he fell too hard, Hui Wu's eagle-like claws were deeply embedded in the ground, and it looked like he could not pull them out.
Being merciful to the enemy is being cruel to yourself. Zhao Wuyang kept in mind the teachings of Master Qianyuan, gathered his spirit in his fingers, transformed his energy into a sword, leaped up, and stabbed straight at Hui Wu.
Just as the fierce demon-slaying sword energy was approaching, the panic on Hui Wu's face suddenly changed, and the corners of his mouth curled up and he actually laughed.
It was at this moment that the gravel under Zhao Wuyang's feet collapsed and flew away. A sharp claw suddenly shot out from the rocks, from bottom to top, and was about to split him in two.
In a flash, an idea came to him, and he suddenly pulled Zhao Wuyang backwards with a force.
Even so, it was too late.
Zhao Wuyang felt a chill in his chest and abdomen, followed by a burning sensation. The pain was so intense that he nearly fainted. His chest was now torn and flesh was exposed, blood staining his clothes. The wounds sizzled, and the miasma continued to erode his bloody chest.
"Nothing's wrong! Nothing's wrong!"
The urgent calls reached Zhao Wuyang's ears, but he gradually fell into chaos. He could not tell whether it was an illusion or reality. He just sank into it and did not even have the strength to struggle.
"Nothing's wrong! Nothing's wrong..."
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The cicadas chirped tirelessly, as if they would not stop until the blazing sun had fallen. The old locust tree in the courtyard stood peacefully, its branches and leaves lush, like an old man who had experienced many vicissitudes of life, quietly observing everything in the courtyard, or like a loyal guard, firmly guarding the peace.
There was a rocking chair in the corridor, creaking and rocking, but no one was sitting in it. A breeze blew through the hall, and the locust leaves rustled in response, creating a peaceful atmosphere.
Zhao Wuyang stared blankly at everything familiar. Everything was the same as before, except for the figure he missed. He sighed softly and walked towards the rocking chair.
For some unknown reason, the rocking chair suddenly stopped. Zhao Wuyang stroked the armrest, and the moment he touched it, he felt it was smooth, as if it were coated with starch.
I guess the owner often touches this armrest!
The scorching sun cast a shadow on the old locust tree, but it was very cool under the eaves, which made people feel calm.
"Oh..." Zhao Wuyang sighed, lifted the hem of his robe, lay down on the rocking chair, closed his eyes and began to rock.
"Squeaky...squeaky..."
I remember my mother always doing this, fanning herself comfortably, watching the clouds roll by, or listening to the flowers bloom and fall...
"Wuyang, have you ever thought about what kind of person you want to be when you grow up?" Mrs. Qiao waved her fan, her face full of warmth.
"I want to be a great hero in the future, protect the land and benefit the people!" Xiao Wuyang patted his chest with pride, as if he was already a great hero.
Mrs. Qiao shook her head. "Look, that locust tree has weathered the wind and sun for at least a hundred years. It blooms in the summer and bears seeds in the summer. Every summer, it casts a cool shade, shielding the yard from the scorching sun. Isn't it a blessing to the area?"
"As your mother, I don't ask for your future success, but only for your peace and security. If an old locust tree clings to its blooming season, how can it ever produce precious seeds? Time flies by, and there are many adversities along the way. If you always focus on what you've lost, how can you cherish what you have?"
"When the goddess Nuwa created humans, she gave them a pair of eyes so they could look forward..."
Yes, we need to look forward!
Zhao Wuyang sighed again, but this time, it was not as painful as before, but more like a relief.
He opened his eyes and looked at the old locust tree under the porch. The tree was covered with lush green leaves, but the branches were no longer covered with white stamens, but with heavy locust seeds...
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"Nothing's wrong! Nothing's wrong!"
As if he heard Ajin's anxious calls, Zhao Wuyang suddenly opened his eyes, grabbed his sleeve, and exerted force on his hand, as if he was trying his best to endure the pain in his chest.
"Ajin, I heard that the West Mountain Cat Spirit can fulfill people's wishes. Is that true or not?"
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