Chapter one hundred and thirty-fifth: old suffering doctor
On the way to Xue Yan Valley, they took Ling Quan around to seek medical treatment.
Strictly speaking, it was not a matter of seeking medical treatment. Rather, it was to find someone who was proficient in the principles of yin and yang. Xie Zhe knew very well that he was not qualified, and he knew nothing about Ling Huan's "illness". Furthermore,
Maybe Ling Huan...is not sick.
That arm is free. It can be used flexibly, and is even more powerful and healthy than the left hand. Except that the skin color is slightly grayer and the meridians are more obvious, it must be no different from a normal person's arm. All four people can easily think of it,
The source of all this must be that Ling Huan was scratched by the hands of a living corpse
They couldn't even remember that moment. Even if they saw blood at that time, they couldn't remember clearly. But if that was really the case, why didn't any changes happen to her until spring? She was also in very good spirits, and she had never looked like this in more than twenty years.
He is so lively now. If he digs deeper into the reason, Xie Zhe can't explain why.
Perhaps it has something to do with Gui Hai's "initiation".
The Guihai clan said that Ye Lingquan is actually a girl with rich spiritual power, but she does not have the ability to release it reasonably. The Guihai clan is a dragon clan, and their spells are naturally very different from the systems known to humans, and cannot be simply
Because of the relationship, he jumped to conclusions. Maybe without his help, Ling Huan would one day suffer from an old injury and turn into a monster that his relatives would not recognize. The dragon whistle was still in Xie Zhe's hands, but after discussion
, they all agreed that they should not blow it easily. This is indeed a precious gift, and they are sure that the Dragon Clan will not give it out casually, and Guihai clan only did so after approving it. Although judging from the appearance of the day, Guihai clan
It seems that it was given "conveniently" and "easily", but this does not mean that the dragon whistle can be treated casually and used at will. It is also because Ling Huan is in good health that they are not so anxious.
Although when she put her hand into the book... everyone was really scared for a while.
At first, no one thought about the problem with her arm. They all thought it was Wan Guizhi's problem. Could it be that Mi Yin destroyed some papers with a dagger in front of Gui Hai? But they all tried it.
No one can do this again. I thought that after the battle with Yin Guihong, Ling Huan might not be able to reach into the book again - but I don't know.
Fortunately or unfortunately, Ling Hu can still do this. Of course, it does not mean that if you hold Wan Guizhi in your hand, your hand will sink in involuntarily, but after you open it, you can press your right arm hard.
Just go in. At this moment, Miyin suddenly realized that since other people and her left arm couldn't do it... then it could only be the cause of the wound.
"The inside feels empty, huge, and endless. But when I sweep around inside, I feel a flowing force... like water or wind wrapped around my fingers."
"Be careful when a hand suddenly grabs you..."
"Don't scare me!"
This was the conversation between Ling Huan and Han Sheng at that time. And when they opened Wan Gui Zhi again, they could not find the shadow of Feitou Man. In this thick and endless book, there are still many things.
There are many similar monsters, and they are all flying-headed savages, but Ling Huan firmly said that none of them is the one that appeared at that time. Therefore, once Ling Huan "extracts" the monsters in such a special way, they will not be able to reappear here.
In this book.
Although Wangui Zhi is called the "Book of Life and Death of Monsters", it is actually not the same as the Book of Life and Death. It is a book of memory, which is all the memories of monsters during their lifetimes written in blood by the former Suzuki-kun. As for this
The contents of this book include all the monsters that lived and died during Liangyue-kun's tenure. The intermittent pages that Xue Miyin punctured at that time may be monsters whose life memory is relatively short, or whose monster power was very weak during their lifetime.
However, Han Zhang also guessed that the Feitouman who came out at that time might have been killed by Yin Guihong. If not, maybe it could come back. However, no one dared to try it again because they didn't know that Ling Huan did this.
, whether she has done any harm to herself. Regardless of whether she is alive and kicking now, or whether she has lost her life without knowing it, then the three of them are all sinners.
"If those monsters are really extracted and never go back...can they all be eliminated? In this way, wouldn't it also complete the task of 'destroying the ten thousand ghosts'? After all, it is an empty book without words.
It has no value."
Xue Miyin really made a bold suggestion. However, this was quickly rejected by herself. First of all, excluding the impact on Ling Huan's body, such a huge amount, even if she does not eat or drink day and night,
I don’t know if I have enough in this life, let alone how to drive away those troublesome monsters. Not to mention.
People know whether the monster summoned by Ling Yu from the Wan Gui Zhi recognizes its owner. I don’t know if it was a coincidence last time. Anyway, the flying head barbarian did not attack them, but this does not mean that it belongs to Ling Yu.
Shikigami. If some powerful and terrifying legendary monster reappears, then they will be in big trouble.
No matter what, Wan Gui Zhi must be properly preserved. Ling Hu herself does not want to retain this power - although it is very powerful, she believes that she does not have the strength to match it. Whether it is to find a knowledgeable person
An expert can explain it, or find a decent doctor to erase her ability... As long as there are one or two people like this.
For this area, it should be considered late spring. They were getting closer and closer to Xueyan Valley. But along the way, no matter how many people asked around, no one mentioned Yun Waijing. Some of them were elderly.
Many people know that there are indeed rumors that Yun Wai Jing was originally a treasure belonging to Linxiaoguan, and later ended up in the Xue Yan Sect for some reason. Now the head of the Xue Ink Sect is an elderly woman.
People. The generations of sect leaders before her were not related to her by blood, but it took too long and the blood relationship changed many times. Some died without leaving a man or a woman, and the eldest disciple inherited the position of the sect leader; some were
Voluntarily giving up the position of Valley Master to a young man who is recognized as more powerful in the sect; in some cases, Yi Si did not have the idea of inheriting the sect leader, so he also gave it up to other capable people. Although it sounds like,
The head of the Xue Inkstone Sect is really a "disaster-prone" position, but looking at the long river of history, the Xue Inkstone Sect is the most peaceful and stable place. Most of the disciples who can enter the Xue Inkstone Sect are heartless.
want
, escaping from the world and retreating, far away from the changes of the major upright sects or heretical sects in the world. More importantly, although the Xue Yan Sect is located in the valley, it does not just live a self-sufficient life.
Self-proclaimed. They often exchange disciples with other sects, learn martial arts from each other for a long time, and then bring them back to the valley to pass on to others, learn from each other's strengths, and constantly bring information from the outside world. This is exactly what the sect and its disciples have above.
The character of not being utilitarian, not closed-minded, not vain, and the style of traveling skillfully on the edge of the world of mortals made them prosperous, and even hundreds of years after the founding of the clan, they were still famous in the world.
Today, they came to a small town. This was the town closest to the Snow Inkstone Sect. Looking far into the distance, there was such a wonderful sect hidden among the silent and steady mountains. It was really fascinating.
Sitting at the outdoor tea stall, Han Chang pointed to the mountains and said:
"You may not be able to see clearly from this angle, but there is a mountain with most of its top collapsed into the Snow Inkstone Valley."
"How is that possible?"
Xue Miyin tacitly picked up the tea cup and brought it to her mouth. She didn't know if she was simply expressing her emotion casually.
"Really, there is such a mountain there." Han Sheng looked over there, "It was cut off by the Demon-Sealing Blade. A sinner was buried there, but I don't know much about it. It's all hearsay... After all, I didn't really
Live long enough to grow nine tails."
"There is also a pond there, called Snow Inkstone Pond. I heard that the water in the pond is so clear that no fish, algae or insects live in it. It relies entirely on the accumulated spiritual power to keep it pure. It is named after the stone bottom as black as ink. However, it is also
It was buried by that mountain and is gone now."
"It's so magical. What a pity. I still want to see it." Ling Huan was always filled with emotion at the history they told them.
Xue Miyin stopped talking and pretended not to hear. Amiao knew she was in a bad mood and didn't make any nonsense. She just lay motionless by the table, like a fluffy three-color stone. The sun was shining brightly on it.
The fur looks warm and cozy. The ends of the cat's fur are almost translucent under the light, shimmering, and it looks like everyone wants to touch it. But unfortunately, no one can see it here.
It didn't take long for Amiao to fall asleep.
Just as they were basking in the sun and chatting wordlessly, Amiao suddenly raised his head alertly. But no one paid attention to this scene. Even Miyin only talked about trivial things in the past. Amiao stood there
When he got up, he was still very sleepy and yawned, but he quickly forced himself to wake up and cheer up.
, ran away in a hurry. When it left, it passed by Ling Hu. She was sitting on the bench, holding the edge of the bench with the palms of her hands. At that moment, she felt something warm and soft on the fingertips of her right hand.
Something passed by like a gust of wind, and he lowered his head and caught a glimpse of a white shadow flashing past.
"Eh?"
"What's wrong?" Xie Zhe asked her.
"There seems to be something..."
Xue Miyin lowered her head and immediately found that the place where Amiao had been lying was empty. She stood up immediately, making other tea drinkers startled. Although Amiao was already a spirit, she would not be in danger.
But that doesn't mean they won't. Amiao was so alert. Was she frightened, or did she notice something was going on? Miyin suddenly left the tea stall without saying a word.
The others naturally noticed the problem. Ling Huan hurriedly dropped the broken silver on the table and ran with the others following Mi Yin. The shamisen was in her hand, and she roughly knew Amiao's specific location. She didn't go too far.
After only passing two small intersections and turning a corner, I felt that Amiao was already nearby.
There was no one in this area and it was very quiet. You could only hear the chirping of birds and insects from the distant woods. Miyin turned at an intersection and saw the familiar furry shadow.
Amiao was lying there obediently. Someone was squatting there, bending down and looking at it. He tried to gently push it away with his legs to test its reaction. Amiao seemed a little dissatisfied, and moved closer.
It came up and meowed at him, as if to reprimand him for being rude. But looking at its relaxed look, it must have not been in any trouble.
