Seeing An Jiusheng's ugly face, Shi Huan's ominous premonition grew stronger.
Zhang Zhenren usually wears Taoist robes with an air of immortality, but after a fight he looks messy.
She looked up and saw that the Taoist robe at the center of the other party's heart was stained with a large area of dazzling red!
There was a big hole in the clothes, and in the center there was a bloody hole made by a dagger, and blood was still slowly flowing out from it.
As the blood flowed out, Master Zhang's expression became even more depressed, and his whole face showed a sense of decay and decadence.
The blood from Zhang Zhenren's heart caused her to wake up, and the strong spiritual power in her body...
When these two things were connected, it was like a thunderclap in Shi Huan's ears, making her eyes widen in shock.
Thinking of the possibility that was about to come out, Shi Huan's cold face lost the last trace of calmness, and his eyes suddenly turned red, "Uncle Zhang, you spent your heart and soul to save me."
It was obviously a question, but when it came out of her mouth, it was more like a statement.
Hearing this, a loving smile appeared on Zhenren Zhang's pale and weak face, and he waved his rough palms casually, "I am old and useless, so this little effort is still of some use."
Although Zhang Zhenren has low spiritual power, he is full of fighting spirit every time he faces Luo Haoqin.
Instead of saying that you are always strong and strong even when fighting, when did you say such powerless and dejected words?
When Shi Huan listened, his nose suddenly became sore, tears filled his eyes, and he almost couldn't help but fall, "The heart blood is the essence of a person's body in Xuanmen. Master, why are you..."
She was speechless, unable to speak, and her throat felt as if it weighed a thousand pounds.
No one knows better than her the importance of heartache to people in Xuanmen.
As she said, this is the most important existence. It is the essence of the body of a person in Xuanmen. It must not be used unless it is a matter of life or death to protect one's life.
Because once it is used, it means losing the spiritual energy of the whole body.
Trees have roots, and spirits have foundations. The foundation is the foundation and soul of a Taoist person. Without the foundation, it is like a carriage that has lost its power, and it is difficult to move forward one step further.
Thinking of this, the pain on Shi Huan's face became even more severe, and he couldn't help but reach out to touch Zhang Zhen's pulse gate.
Seeing this, Master Zhang avoided her hand, but Shi Huan stubbornly stretched out his hand and looked at him stubbornly, with a hint of hope in his eyes.
How could Master Zhang not understand her intention of touching the pulse gate?
only……
But seeing how persistent she was, he shook his head, sighed heavily, and stretched out his hand for her to investigate.
On the side, An Jiusheng already knew it, and after listening to the conversation between the two, he understood even more clearly.
Seeing Shi Huan's movements at this time, his stern figure stood up straight, and there was also a somewhat complicated light and shadow in his eyes, focusing on Shi Huan's probing fingers.
Shi Huan took a deep breath and put his hands on his. Zhang Zhen's veins appeared in a state of emptiness.
This was expected, but Shi Huan's face still turned ugly.
She continued to hold her breath and concentrate, closed her eyes at the same time, and felt out a trace of her spiritual power to follow the pulse gate.
But the more the spiritual power spread, the heavier the expression on her face became. Finally, her little face turned completely pale.
"Cough cough cough..."
Master Zhang coughed weakly and withdrew his hand, "No need to explore anymore."
Shi Huan pursed her lips and slowly opened her eyes. Two strings of crystal tears quietly fell from her eyes, and she murmured, "Is it possible that there will be no further progress in this life? Will cultivation stop here?"
She didn't know who she was asking, or she was just talking to herself.
After An Jiusheng heard this, even though he was as calm as he was, he couldn't help but look at Master Zhang in surprise.
He had guessed that the consequences of Master Zhang's hard work would be very serious, but he never expected that it would affect his lifelong cultivation.
Such a result, for those in Xuanmen, is simply like a death sentence.
He could think of this, how could Shi Huan and Zhenren Zhang not know this?
Different from Shi Huan's sadness, Master Zhang rarely joked, "Didn't my nephew say it's possible? Maybe your uncle and I will be favored by God."
At this point, Shi Huan couldn't tell that he was trying to comfort himself?
She opened her mouth, but no words came out.
To say it is possible is just a euphemism. The possibility is as difficult as reaching the sky.
It's all because of her that Uncle Zhang devoted all his efforts to save her.
How can Shi Huan not blame himself for all this?
Her heart felt as if she had been hit hard by a thousand kilograms of stone, and she felt so heavy with self-blame and pain that she wished she could open her own heart and return her hard-earned blood to her uncle!
An Jiusheng stood beside her silently, reaching out to wipe the tears from her face.
"Don't blame yourself too much. I think if Master Zhang was injured, you would do your best to save him."
Seeing Shi Huan's self-blame in his eyes, Master Zhang lowered his head and looked at his heart, but his expression was somewhat relaxed, and he said with a clear face, "That's right, nephew, if uncle is injured, I'm sure my nephew will save him."
I, uncle, I just set an example and taught my nephew a lesson about helping fellow students."
Shi Huan's eyes turned red and he said in a trembling voice, "But I hurt my uncle..."
At this moment, her cold aura was gone, she was just a little girl who blamed herself and was at a loss.
An Jiusheng hugged her tightly and reached out to pat her back comfortingly.
Zhang Zhenren looked at the two of them, with a trace of satisfaction in his eyes, and sighed, "Nephew, you don't need to blame yourself, just be your uncle and repay your master's kindness. I am repaying the kindness, and it is a link in the cause and effect.
God’s will is this, and I happily accept it.”
"As a member of Xuanmen, what if I really can't improve my cultivation in this life? What I have learned throughout my life has already reached the state I should reach. I will be able to do as many things as I want in the future. What's more, I can also control some spiritual treasures.
This is also a big help, so I don’t have to worry about anything.”
Hearing the word "repay a favor", Shi Huan felt complicated for a moment. Her master's kindness to her uncle was not hers to bear anyway.
What's more, she believed that the master never wanted his uncle to repay anything.
An Jiusheng was silent, with a trace of respect rising in his eyes. The virtue of the man in front of him could be regarded as an expert, and his state of consciousness had long exceeded that of ordinary people.
"Master Nephew, the Lingbao matter must be speeded up."
When the conversation changed, Master Zhang took a breath and said solemnly, "You must get the spiritual treasure within half a month, otherwise, the soul in your body will be greatly damaged."
Before Shi Huan could react, An Jiusheng suddenly tightened his grip on Shi Huan's fingers, a cold light surged in his eyes, and his tone was stiff and cold, "What does this mean? Her soul will still be damaged?"
The heartache has awakened Shi Huan, so why is her soul still damaged?
An Jiusheng vaguely felt that there was something he didn't know.
A trace of panic flashed across his eyes quickly, but Shi Huan suppressed it and said in a normal tone, "Although Uncle Master's blood is powerful, it still has some effect on my soul, so I need spiritual treasures to regulate it."
Her words were half true and half false, and Master Zhang glanced at the two of them with some confusion.