Chapter 243: Sophora japonica and summer beans
Seeing the miasma spreading on Long Qi's body, Ling Xiang couldn't help but feel a little anxious. Although Hui Wu's magic cultivation was not as good as that of Ying Hua, he did have the ability to transform into a demon, and now he was carrying the miasma poison for some reason.
Even though Long Qi's life is not in danger at the moment, he is corroded by the devilish miasma, which is no different from when Mai Dong was injured. If it is not resolved soon, he may become a stupid demon.
The most urgent task is to dissolve the miasma for Long Qi, but according to Lingxiang's cultivation, he is powerless. For now, he can only use silver needles to inject spirit, set up formations on his body, and seal the key points to delay the spread of the miasma.
But this is only a delaying tactic. Even if we can get away now, where can we find someone who can remove the miasma? We can't delay for long with just pills and acupuncture!
It was also his fault that he was too self-righteous and didn't listen to Xinyi's advice. He was careless and fell into Huiwu's ambush. If not for this, Long Qi wouldn't have been injured while trying to defend himself.
Strange to say, Hui Wu had become 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, Ling Xiang felt so helpless. Even if she was good at external alchemy, what could she do? Wouldn't she just watch Long Qi suffer from the erosion of the devil miasma?
But Lingxiang didn't dare to show it, she just pretended to be calm as she held the silver needle, lifted, inserted, and twisted it, but her red eyes and the trembling hands holding the needle betrayed her. The crystal filled Lingxiang's eyes, blurring her vision, but she tried hard to open her eyes wide, not daring 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, nothing will happen to me, just give me acupuncture with confidence, I trust you!"
Lingxiang looked at Long Qi, whose face was covered in sweat but full of determination.
Looking at such a pair of eyes, Lingxiang suddenly calmed down somehow.
"Yes! You will be fine!" Lingxiang's expression suddenly became firm, and the hand holding the needle became steady.
Seeing the change in Lingxiang's expression, Bai Wuchang was a little surprised and couldn't help but secretly admire her for being such a calm and composed woman.
An ordinary woman would have panicked if faced with such a thing, but Lingxiang was able to remain calm and even composed herself after some thought. This was indeed a good thing, not to mention that she was only that young.
With such a temperament, she is not lacking in the charm of Tu Mi in her youth. No wonder the Lord said he wanted to capture her alive. I guess he wants to use him to plan for his future.
Bai Wuchang remained calm and just watched everything coldly.
Hui Wu's demonic nature increased rapidly, and his sharp claws were wrapped in 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 searching for Qi, and his physical skills had improved. He also had the power to exorcise demons, so he was able to handle the situation 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 nature. After Hui Wu pretended to be defeated and launched a surprise attack, he was finally at a disadvantage.
Hui Wu suddenly flew into the air, waving his sharp claws and smashing down towards Zhao Wuyang. Zhao Wuyang quickly rolled over to dodge, making his move miss.
Perhaps because he fell too hard, Hui Wu's eagle-like claws sank deeply into 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 Zhenren Qianyuan, gathered his spirit in his fingers, transformed his energy into a sword, leaped up to the ground, and stabbed straight at Hui Wu.
Just as the fierce demon-erasing 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 cut him in two.
In a flash, an idea came to his mind and Zhao Wuyang was suddenly pulled 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 came all at once, and he almost fainted. His chest was now torn apart, his clothes were stained with blood, and the wounds were sizzling. The miasma was constantly eroding his bloody chest. "Nothing's wrong! Nothing's wrong!"
The calls were urgent in his ears, but Zhao Wuyang gradually fell into confusion. He could not tell whether it was an illusion or reality. He just sank into despair and no longer had the strength to struggle.
"Nothing happened! Nothing happened..."
……
The cicadas chirped tirelessly, as if they would not stop until the scorching sun went down. The old locust tree in the courtyard stood peacefully, with lush branches and leaves, like an old man who had experienced vicissitudes of life, quietly watching everything in the courtyard, and like a loyal guard, firmly guarding the peace.
There was a rocking chair under the corridor, rocking with a creaking sound, 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 looked at everything familiar in a daze. Although everything was the same as before, the only thing missing was the figure he missed. He sighed softly and walked towards the rocking chair.
For some reason, the rocking chair suddenly stopped. Zhao Wuyang stroked the armrest and felt it was smooth as if it was covered with starch.
I guess the owner often touches this armrest!
The scorching sun cast a shadow on the old locust tree, but it was quite cool under the eaves, which made people feel calm.
"Oh..." Zhao Wuyang sighed, lifted his robe, lay down on the rocking chair, closed his eyes and started rocking.
"Squeaky...squeaky..."
In my memory, my mother often did 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 fanned herself with a warm look on her face.
"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 and said, "It's fine. Look, that locust tree has been through wind and sun for at least a hundred years. It blooms in summer and bears seeds in summer. Every hot summer, it will cast a shade and block the scorching sun from the yard. Isn't it a blessing to the people here?"
"As a mother, I don't ask you to be successful in the future, I only ask you to live a peaceful life. If the old locust tree is obsessed with the flowering period, how can it produce precious locust seeds? The long river of time flies by, and there are many adversities. If you always focus on what you have lost, how can you cherish what you have now?"
"When the goddess Nuwa created humans, she gave them a pair of eyes so that 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 corridor. The tree was covered with lush green leaves, but the branches were no longer covered with white stamens, but with heavy locust seeds...
……
"Nothing happened! Nothing happened!"
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.
"Ah Jin, I heard that the West Mountain Cat Spirit can fulfill people's wishes. Is that true or not?"
(End of this chapter)
