Chapter 509 Injured
Yun Qingqing decisively asked the sky for advice.
The few times she asked for the divination from the sky, she always encountered backlash. It was not only because her own cultivation level was not high enough, but the more important reason was that there was a shocking secret hidden behind the divination.
So later on, she concentrated on improving her strength and would not touch the Questioning Heaven Gua unless it was necessary.
This is the opportunity I've been waiting for.
The hexagram opened, the sky plate began to rotate faster, the arrangement of the array patterns changed in light and shadow, and something faintly appeared in the flowing light.
Yun Qingqing concentrated her attention, with spiritual light flowing through her fingertips as she gently moved the celestial plate.
A ball of light gradually condensed from the sky disk, becoming larger and larger, and closer and closer.
Yun Qingqing stared at the ball of light vigilantly, but did not stop observing the hexagrams or look away.
The ball of light approached, and the light and shadow inside kept changing. Suddenly, a picture flashed by, and Yun Qingqing narrowed her eyes slightly.
It looked like a huge snake, but it had horns on its head and shiny black scales on its body.
Black dragon.
A hint of surprise flashed across Yun Qingqing's eyes, but the image disappeared in a flash.
When she wanted to ask further questions, she felt a huge pressure and knew that she could not go any further.
Just as she was about to raise her hand to end the Heavenly Hexagram, her spiritual sense suddenly fell on a small ball of light next to her. She summoned it to her eyes, and her expression suddenly changed slightly.
This ball of light is the variable in this hexagram.
But inside she saw a jade tree that was completely cold and flawless white.
"Qingqing! Are you okay?"
Yun Qingqing exited the interior scene and opened her eyes, only to see Zhiluo coming to her side and looking at her cautiously.
Youya, Qingjue and Pu Yang were also watching her. Bai Cong was sitting opposite her, rubbing his head, looking a little dizzy.
Seeing her open her eyes, several people breathed a sigh of relief.
Zhiluo took out a handkerchief to wipe the fine beads of sweat from her forehead and asked:
"Luckily, you didn't suffer any backlash this time, but I was so worried... What was the result?"
“…There are results.”
Yun Qingqing took the handkerchief and wiped the sweat off her face, then stood up with a complicated expression:
"The members of the Rat Tribe are fine, they are just temporarily trapped in the domain left behind by the ancient demon."
Bai Cong finally felt relieved after hearing this and quickly asked:
"Then, Master, is there any way to rescue them?"
Yun Qingqing nodded and looked at Youya:
"Come with me to Baiyue Mountain. If nothing goes wrong, you might be able to practice physical training there."
Youya nodded thoughtfully:
"good."
Yun Qingqing handed him and Bai Cong a magic talisman each:
"I need to go back to the palace. You guys go ahead and we'll meet up later."
Zhiluo and Qingjue returned to Tianming Pavilion, Pu Yang returned to the village, and Yun Qingqing returned to the palace alone.
She originally planned to go directly to Xiao Changheng's courtyard, but as soon as she entered the palace, she paused and walked towards her own courtyard instead.
From a long distance away from the courtyard gate, you can hear the sound of fighting coming from inside.
Yun Qingqing narrowed her eyes and walked over quickly.
In the courtyard, a girl in a pink skirt was holding a long sword and using fierce moves, fighting fiercely with Xiao Changheng who was holding a black jade long knife.
The girl was none other than the seventh disciple of Shuihua Sect, Murong Fuxue.
There were two people standing at the edge of the yard watching the fight. One of them was wearing a blue dress and had a gentle face. It was Wen Muyan, the eldest disciple of Shuihua Sect.
The other one was wearing neat black clothes and black boots, with his black hair tied up high. He had an outstanding face with a bit of heroic spirit. He was Yan Yan, the second disciple of Shuihua Sect who had fought with Xiao Changheng before.
Yun Qingqing frowned and walked into the yard.
"What are you doing?"
"Master!" Wen Muyan and Yan Yan saw her and immediately stepped forward to salute.
Xiao Changheng was in the middle of a fight when he suddenly heard Yun Qingqing's voice with a hint of coldness. He was distracted slightly and dodged a little slowly.
Murong Fuxue screamed:
"careful!"
She immediately withdrew her sword, but the tip of the sword still pierced a little into Xiao Changheng's shoulder.
"Junior brother, why don't you dodge? Even if you can't dodge, don't you have armor? Why don't you use it!" Murong Fuxue took a breath.
As she said that, she threw the sword to the ground and rushed over to check Xiao Changheng's wound.
However, Yun Qingqing, who was across half the yard, teleported to Xiao Changheng first, grabbed him, and teleported into the room.
Murong Fuxue was startled and wanted to follow immediately after she came to her senses, but was suddenly blocked by a barrier and almost hit by the nose.
She stood outside the door in a daze.
When Wen Muyan and Yan Yan came over, they saw Murong Fuxue slowly turn around, her eyes slightly red, and she squatted down with a helpless look on her face, hugging her knees in frustration.
"What should I do? I hurt my junior brother..."
Wen Muyan and Yan Yan came back to their senses and looked at each other in surprise.
Yan Yan raised her eyebrows slightly and said:
"Even when Junior Brother was still learning in the sect, you were always causing trouble for him, and it wasn't the first time you'd gotten him hurt, right? Why do you only feel guilty now?"
Murong Fuxue's face fell even more, he lowered his head, and said in an extremely depressed voice:
"Back then, he was just a junior fellow apprentice... But now he's... now he's the husband of the head sect leader! If I hurt him, wouldn't that be a disaster..."
"The headmaster is obviously angry, right? She's angry, sob ...
Yan Yan was speechless:
"You just remembered? What were you thinking about when you had to pester him for a competition just to do something?"
Wen Muyan was silent for a moment, then squatted down and patted Murong Fuxue on the back, his voice gentle:
"Good thing."
Murong Fuxue raised her head and looked at him with red eyes:
"Big Sister...?"
Wen Muyan smiled gently and touched her head:
"You should learn your lesson this time."
Murong Fuxue:......
You shouldn't have any expectations of the scheming senior sister!
In Yun Qingqing's room.
As soon as she entered the room, she raised her hand and cast a barrier, isolating everything from the outside world, including the sound.
Before Xiao Changheng could react, she pushed him down on the chair.
He was slightly stunned, and a pill was already handed to his mouth, emitting a refreshing fragrance.
"I ate it." Yun Qingqing looked at him expressionlessly.
Xiao Changheng was silent for a moment, then reached out to take the pill and put it in his mouth.
The pill melted in his mouth and went down his throat into his body. He felt a warm current flowing through his limbs and bones, and the pain from the sword wound on his shoulder immediately subsided.
Yun Qingqing reached out and ripped open his collar, revealing his shoulders.
Xiao Changheng's body stiffened and he held her hand.
"Don't move." Yun Qingqing frowned and spoke in a slightly cold voice.
Xiao Changheng looked at her expression, silently withdrew his hand, and let her treat the wound.
Yun Qingqing took out a silk handkerchief and gently wiped the blood around the wound. Her fingertips gleamed with light as she condensed spiritual power and pointed it at the wound.
The wound soon became itchy and numb. Xiao Changheng's cold brows slightly frowned, and then he lowered his eyes and no longer reacted.
Yun Qingqing seemed to be concentrating on healing her wounds, but suddenly spoke:
"Why are they here? Did they come here just to see you?"
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