Chapter 678: Xie Huanran's Death, Mother and Daughter Bond [1 update]
After saying this, he kowtowed again: "Master, please forgive me. I came too late and caused you to suffer such a serious injury."
Under the dual effects of Feng Xiu's treatment and Fu Yunshen's blood, Ying Zijin lay in bed for a full seven days before finally recovering.
It can be seen how badly he was injured in the battle against Xie Huanran.
When the Great Elder and others found out, they just felt incredible.
After all, after Xie Huanran was promoted to the top ancient martial artist, the only person in the ancient martial arts world whose ancient martial arts skills were higher than his was Feng Xiu.
But Ying Zijin and Fu Yunshen fought against Xie Huanran for four hours.
"Don't blame you, it's my own problem." Ying Zijin came back to his senses, was silent for a moment, and sighed softly, "Actually, I never thought I would come back."
Feng Xiu frowned: "Master, did you encounter any danger? Why did your cultivation disappear?"
In the past, let alone Xie Huanran, even for him, Ying Zijin would only need one finger to defeat him.
"It's a long story." Ying Zijin was slightly stunned and chuckled, "Ancient martial arts cultivation is originally outside of the body. It's good enough that the people I protect are still alive."
Everything else can be discarded.
"Master's state of mind is beyond our reach." Feng Xiu stood in awe. "Master left in a hurry back then, and I never got to see his true appearance. Now..."
The corners of his mouth twitched.
If it weren't for the Yunhua Divine Palm move, he wouldn't have believed that his master was a very young girl.
Hundreds of years ago, Ying Zijin taught him the secret skills of ancient martial arts. He always wore a black robe, so that even men and women could not be distinguished.
"Yes, this is my real appearance and gender." Ying Zijin nodded slightly: "You also have a junior sister, I can introduce her to you later."
The conversation between the master and the disciple was very plain, but to Xie Huanran's ears, it sounded like one thunder after another.
They exploded one after another, leaving his mind blank and buzzing.
What did he hear?
Master?
Feng Xiu actually called Ying Zijin "Master"? !
“Ah——!!!” Xie Huanran’s eyes widened, and he suddenly collapsed, roaring heartbreakingly, “I don’t believe it! I don’t believe it!”
Ying Zijin is clearly not even 20 years old this year, and his bone age is also 20 years old. How come he became Feng Xiu’s master? !
By practicing ancient martial arts, your face can become younger, but your bone age is absolutely impossible to reverse.
Feng Xiu said calmly: "Noisy."
He raised his hand and slapped Xie Huanran.
Xie Huanran began to spin like a top, spitting out several mouthfuls of blood and screaming continuously.
"Feng Xiu, you lunatic!" Xie Huanran's teeth were trembling, "Kill me, kill me now if you have the guts!"
For the first time, he hated that he was a top ancient warrior.
For a peak ancient martial artist, his internal energy is already able to automatically repair injuries.
Xie Huanran's wounds broke and healed again and again, causing him to mentally collapse.
"Killing you would be too easy for you." Feng Xiu's eyes were sharp, "You have at least tens of thousands of lives on your hands!"
Before he went to the snowy mountains to practice, although wars occasionally broke out in the ancient martial arts world, it was relatively peaceful under the maintenance of the Judicial Hall.
Unexpectedly, after his departure, the once mediocre and insignificant Xie Huanran would commit so many sins.
Ying Zijin coughed a few times, then stood up with the help of the bed: "Let me do it."
Feng Xiu immediately stepped aside: "Yes, Master."
“Ying Zijin!” Xie Huanran’s eyes were already bleeding. He stared at the girl intently, “I hate you so much. I should have killed you when you came to the Ancient Martial Arts World!”
Unfortunately, at that time he thought that Ying Zijin was an ancient doctor and would not pose any threat to Xie Nian.
One wrong step leads to all wrong.
If he knew that Ying Zijin knew ancient martial arts, even if he had only practiced it for ten years, he would kill Ying Zijin without hesitation.
It’s hidden so deeply!
Xie Huanran gritted his teeth and sneered: "You come? Can you kill me? Your cultivation is gone, hahahaha, you can't kill me!"
Ying Zijin had no expression on his face. He poured the bottle of medicine in his hand towards Xie Huanran.
“Ah! Ah——!!!” Xie Huanran screamed again, “What are you doing? What did you do to me?!”
"I'll feed you some poison. Don't worry, I will keep your brain." Ying Zijin lowered his eyes and smiled slightly, "Even if only bones are left below your brain, you will still be tortured by pain."
"Until the pain completely overwhelms your consciousness."
This is more cruel than being cut into pieces.
Xie Huanran was in so much pain that he couldn't even make a sound, and he didn't have the strength to roll around.
By this time, the poison had corroded his feet, leaving only the bones.
However, the consciousness of his brain forced Xie Huanran to remain awake and feel the bone-gnawing pain.
Little by little, towards death.
Even Feng Xiu felt a chill in his body when he saw this scene: "Master..."
"He's right. My cultivation level is not enough to kill him." Ying Zijin stood up and said calmly, "You have to break his inner defense so that the poison can enter."
Feng Xiu understood: "Master, you continue to rest. I will take him down and hang him at the entrance of the Judicial Hall."
Ying Zijin nodded and returned to bed.
She closed her eyes and rested, and her fingers suddenly trembled.
Ying Zijin pressed his head, changed direction, and fell into a deep sleep.
**
The other side.
City of the world.
The Laneger family.
These days, Mrs. Su Wen's personal doctors and nurses are also busy.
But what surprised them was that apart from the day when Su Wen shed tears and muttered the word "child", there was no other reaction.
Especially today, Madam Su Wen's heartbeat has become calmer, no different from before.
Even though the doctor had brought the institute's most advanced psychiatric equipment, Su Wen was unable to respond.
Everything was so calm as if that day was just an illusion.
The Third Madam secretly breathed a sigh of relief: "So, there is still no possibility of her waking up in the short term?"
As she spoke, she frowned again: "Why did the eldest lady shed tears and speak?"
"The brain is the most sophisticated thing in the world. Even if our medical technology is very advanced, it is impossible to grasp the patient's emotions and consciousness." The doctor thought for a while, "The only possibility is that Madam Su Wen sensed something."
He hesitated for a moment: "It is said that mother and daughter are connected by heart. Could it be that Madam Su Wen sensed that the young lady was in danger, and her body reacted accordingly?"
Apart from this, he could not think of any other explanation.
"There is no such thing as a young lady!" The third lady's voice suddenly rose. "I told you, the eldest sister-in-law gave birth to a stillborn baby! A stillborn baby!"
"The tombstone is still standing in the family cemetery. Do you want me to take you to see it? Huh?!"
The doctor was startled and knelt down suddenly: "I'm sorry, Madam, I spoke out of turn."
The third lady took a deep breath, took a last look at Su Wen lying in the ice coffin, and walked out of the medical room.
Outside, there was a middle-aged man waiting there.
He was smoking a cigarette and was obviously very anxious.
After seeing the third wife come out, the middle-aged man immediately asked: "How is it?"
Men are not allowed to enter Su Wen's medical room.
In particular, Su Wen has many chips connected to her body. Even if she loses a hair, the chip can immediately transmit the data to the instrument.
These instruments were distributed by the Sage Academy.
They couldn't touch Su Wen because they didn't dare to offend the Sages' Academy.
"The doctor said that the cause is unknown, but she will definitely not wake up in a few years." The third wife suppressed her impatience and said, "She is in such a state that she might as well die."
"We can just talk about this in private." The middle-aged man frowned, "If others hear you, you will be charged with disrespect."
"Okay, okay, got it." The Third Madam waved her hand, her expression suddenly solemn, "Mo Qian, let me ask you, on what day did Su Wen give birth to the stillborn baby?"
The middle-aged man was the third wife’s husband.
Mochen Laneger.
After the patriarch disappeared, all matters of the family, big or small, were taken over by Mo Qian.
"It was March 24, 2003." Mo Qian looked at the Third Madam. "I remember it very clearly because before that day, the news that my eldest brother was still alive or dead had just spread back to the clan, and the servants accidentally let it slip in front of my eldest sister-in-law."
"So my sister-in-law had a miscarriage and gave birth prematurely in the early morning of that day."
He had seen the dead baby.
It's a girl.
When he was born, his face was blue and purple, obviously he had suffocated to death due to lack of oxygen.
It's quite pitiful.
The head of the family got married late, and the dead baby was not the first child of this generation.
The Lainger family didn't take it that seriously either.
The Third Lady was still worried: "Why is your Fifth Sister so persistent in looking for her niece? Does she have other news that we don't know? Could it be that she has been switched?"
Mo Qian didn't care: "Let her look for it. She has been looking for ten years. Has she found anything?"
He tapped the ash from his cigarette and smiled contemptuously: "The Sage Academy personally determined that it was a dead baby. Who could switch it under the Sage's nose?"
The third lady finally breathed a sigh of relief.
Yes, no one can hide from the wise.
"But I have another piece of news for you." Mo Qian looked around cautiously and lowered his voice, "Even if the baby born by my sister-in-law is not stillborn, this young lady of our family will not live long."
The third lady's heart skipped a beat: "What do you mean?"
"Her blood type is special." Mo Qian said, "It's golden blood. Can the Sage Queen let her grow up?"
The third lady looked horrified and exclaimed, "Golden blood?!"
"Keep your voice down!" Mo Qian was startled. "Don't tell anyone. No one knows about this except me and the doctors who died back then."
"Do you know what it means to be born in the World City and have golden blood?"
"I know, I know." The Third Madam covered her mouth, still shocked, "Oh my God, it could be golden blood..."
Fortunately, it was a dead baby.
“But I have to say, it’s a miracle that my sister-in-law has been able to hold on for twenty years.” Mo Qian sighed, “It’s a pity that she will never wake up again.”
The third lady narrowed her eyes, took out her phone and contacted the Institute of Genetic Engineering.
**
Xie Huanran was hung on the door of the Hall of Justice, and hundreds of thousands of people in the ancient martial arts world watched his death.
After Xie Huanran's death, peace returned to the ancient martial arts world.
A lake outside the Hall of Justice.
Feng Xiu was sitting by the lake, fishing with a fishing rod.
On the side, Cheng Yuan was very curious: "Master, where have you been all these years?"
"Go to the snowy mountains to train your mind." Feng Xiu swung his rod and caught a big carp. He said calmly, "When you improve your cultivation in the future, you can go up and take a look."
"Even if Xie Huanran breaks through, he won't be able to live for too long given his state of mind."
Xie Huanran attaches too much importance to power and status, and has distracting thoughts in his mind. Sooner or later he will die from his greed.
The reason why Feng Xiu was able to live so long was because he was indifferent and not interested in fame or fortune.
"Me? I'd better forget it." Cheng Yuan smiled bitterly, "Master, my life span is at most 400 years. It's not easy to break through to the peak of ancient martial arts."
Feng Xiu fell silent and put the fishing rod back into the water.
This is true.
Ancient martial arts were not originally from Earth; they were brought over by Ying Zijin from the spiritual world.
Being able to develop the human body to this extent is beyond the imagination of ordinary people.
Cheng Yuan asked again: "Master, when you come back this time, will you leave again?"
"I'm not leaving." Feng Xiu shook his head, "I will watch over the ancient martial arts world before I die."
Cheng Yuan nodded.
He heard footsteps and turned around.
"Hey, Junior Sister, you can go out now." Cheng Yuan was very happy. "The master is here. Ask him to catch some fish for you and make soup to nourish your body."
Cheng Yuan was also feeling lucky that his junior sister was fine, otherwise his master would have definitely chopped him to pieces.
Feng Xiu's eyebrows twitched.
Although he had his back to her, he knew that Ying Zijin was coming.
Feng Xiu slowly put away the fishing rod, picked up the fishing basket, and walked forward: "Master."
He turned his head again and looked at Cheng Yuan: "Call me Master."
(End of this chapter)
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