"Try it!" Mei Ruolan pondered for a moment and said decisively.
Mr. An nodded slowly: "Just give it a try!"
He immediately said: "Miss, your inner strength is extremely Yin, and you need someone who can practice it!"
"Qingyun, come here!" Mei Ruolan waved to Gong Qingyun.
Gong Qingyun has been in a daze, her eyes are misty, and her soul seems to have left her body. When she first heard her name and followed it up, she was full of confusion.
Mei Ruolan waved again: "Qingyun, come here!"
Only then did Gong Qingyun hear clearly. Under the gaze of everyone, she slowly walked over with a cold and stubborn expression. Her lower lip was bright red and her soft cherry lips were bitten.
Jin Kaitai turned his head away from her and gritted his teeth, but said nothing.
After all, in martial arts competitions, swords have no eyes, so accidents are bound to happen. No one expects such a situation, it can only be regarded as a miss.
Mei Ruolan said warmly: "Qingyun, listen to Mr. An's instructions."
"Yes, Miss." Gong Qingyun nodded lightly, looked down at Li Muchan, her eyes flickered, and her delicate oval face had a complicated expression.
"Don't be distracted!" Mei Ruolan frowned and scolded.
Gong Qingyun quickly gathered her thoughts and turned to Elder An.
Elder An stroked Sanluo's clear beard, pondered for a moment, and said: "Miss, your internal energy is pure. Inject internal energy from the sword so that when you take it out, there will be as little bleeding as possible."
Mei Ruolan nodded slowly, placed her right hand on the hilt of the Yaoguang Sword, and looked solemn.
Elder An said again: "Miss Qingyun, put your internal energy into his body and slow down his heartbeat."
Gong Qingyun nodded, stretched out her hand and slowly pressed it to Li Muchan's heart.
Li Muchan suddenly opened his eyes, looked up at Gong Qingyun, and then at Mei Ruolan. His eyes were as clear and scorching as if they were real, as clear and quiet as the water of a bright lake.
Gong Qingyun looked at him with a complicated expression, staring into his eyes doubtfully.
Mei Ruolan smiled and said softly: "Master Zhanran, you have to draw your sword now, grit your teeth and hold on!"
Li Muchan nodded lightly, smiled slightly, calmly and calmly.
Everyone felt sad. Such a genius rose like a comet and fell like a comet. God was really jealous of talents. He faced death so calmly, which was unmatched by others!
Mei Ruolan closed her bright eyes with a solemn expression, and slowly performed the exercises. The severity of the heat is very important. If it is too high, the injury will be aggravated. If it is too low, it will not work.
Gong Qingyun took a deep look at Li Muchan and closed her eyes.
Jin Kaitai looked at Cai Xiuping and the others, then at Mei Ruolan, stamped his feet, turned around, carried Li Mufeng on his back, and left the high platform.
Gong Qingyun closed her eyes and poured in her inner energy carefully. The scene of the two fighting each other flashed again. She had been thinking about the last move of the two and was filled with doubts.
Li Muchan kept attacking with force and courage. She was forced to go on the defensive and was extremely annoyed. She had always been the main attacker when fighting with others, and she had never been beaten so embarrassingly before.
After hundreds of moves, she was forced to panic. She ignored Li Muchan's long sword and stabbed out with one sword, hoping to kill both of them to see who was more ruthless.
His sword moved faster, the tip of the sword reached his body, and the cold air penetrated. Just when he was about to pierce his body, he suddenly stopped and was stabbed by himself.
At that time, he showed a wry smile. What happened?
With his fast sword, he can not only stab himself, but also easily avoid his own sword. Why is this situation happening? What is going on?
She wanted to grab Li Muchan by the collar and ask loudly for clarity.
Elder An and Mei Ruolan looked solemn, and everyone was sad, but she had always been full of confidence, believing that Li Muchan would never die so easily.
Everyone in the audience stretched their necks and looked nervously above. Yu Chiming also forgot to struggle and stared straight at it. The huge martial arts training ground was quiet and quiet, and you could hear the needle drop.
Elder An kept pressing Li Muchan's wrist and suddenly said: "Young man, it's time to draw your sword!"
Li Muchan smiled and nodded.
"Miss, draw your sword!" Elder An said in a deep voice.
There was a flash of clear light, and the Yao Light Sword left his body. Li Muchan shuddered and groaned, blood suddenly gurgled out of his mouth like a spring, and his throat made a gurgling sound.
Mei Ruolan's eyes were blurred and she looked at Elder An.
Elder An's face was heavy, and he looked at Li Muchan with regret, shook his head, and sighed: "Miss, I can't save my life."
Mei Ruolan looked sad, sighed, and looked at Li Muchan. She couldn't help but be startled, but she saw that his eyes were clear, calm and calm, and there was no trace of nervousness or fear at all.
Li Muchan smiled bitterly in his heart, not expecting them to come so arrogantly and put himself in the most dangerous situation!
Don't care about anything else, slowly close your eyes and look inside.
Gong Qingyun suddenly put another hand on Li Muchan's vest, trying to stop his twitching.
Her face was as pale as paper and she whispered: "Miss, save him! Save him quickly!"
Mei Ruolan sighed, her eyes becoming more and more blurred.
"Miss! Miss!" Gong Qingyun whispered softly, looking straight at Li Muchan's face. Blood surged from his mouth and his body twitched more and more violently.
"...Qingyun, forget it..." Mei Ruolan said with difficulty, her voice rough and hoarse, as if she was a different person.
"He will be fine! Nothing will happen to him!" Gong Qingyun murmured. To this day, she still has strong confidence that Zhanran will not die!
Everyone shook their heads and sighed, feeling sad.
Li Muchan suddenly stretched out his hand and sat cross-legged. Mei Ruolan and Gong Qingyun felt their palms go numb and their hands were shaken open.
Li Muchan opened his eyes and glanced at everyone, his eyes were clear and bright, as if they were real.
Then, he quickly formed mudra with his hands in front of his body. In the blink of an eye, he formed more than a dozen mudras. He placed them on his Dantian and remained motionless before slowly closing his eyes.
Although his body was twitching and blood was pouring from his mouth, his expression was calm and composed. With his eyes closed like this, he suddenly looked majestic, like a Buddha statue in a temple.
Mei Ruolan sighed, knowing that he was a monk and that he was showing his nirvana and would pass away soon.
She turned around and said, "Xiaoyuan, please ask Deputy Deacon Li to come over."
Xiao Yuan's eyes were full of tears and she had already become a tearful person. When she thought of Li Muchan's calm eyes and gentle smile, it seemed as if she was in her eyes, and she couldn't help but burst into tears again.
She wiped away her tears and agreed, drifting away like a breeze, disappearing in the blink of an eye.
Gong Qingyun looked at Li Muchan absently, motionless and lost.
Mei Ruolan glanced at her, patted her vest lightly, and used up a burst of cold inner energy to protect her heart, fearing that she would be too stimulated and accumulate in her heart.
Elder An looked at Li Muchan, full of regret. Cai Xiuping and Zhao Faning also had similar expressions. A generation of geniuses was about to pass away. Although they were not familiar with Li Muchan, they felt pity for him.
Under the pitying eyes of everyone, his body gradually calmed down, his twitching gradually stopped, and the blood in his mouth stopped, as if all the blood had drained out.
The rise and fall of his chest gradually stopped, and finally he became motionless. The treasure became more and more solemn, and there was a faint sacred aura around him, and everyone couldn't help but hold their breath.
"San'er..." Li Mufeng murmured and stumbled onto the high platform. His face was as white as paper, his eyes were red, and he looked scary.
After a while, his appearance changed drastically, as if he hadn't slept for several days and nights.
Xiao Yuan and Jin Kaitai followed behind. Xiao Yuan's eyes were filled with tears, her bright eyes were red and swollen, and she suddenly became more charming and delicate.
Jin Kaitai's face was gloomy, and he walked slowly step by step, his eyes sparkling like a suppressed volcano that was about to erupt at any time.
Li Mufeng pushed away Zhao Faning who was blocking the way, and saw Li Muchan sitting cross-legged, his face pale and without any blood, sitting there motionless, as if he was dead.
Li Muchan stared blankly at Li Muchan's face and murmured to himself: "San'er... San'er..."
When Jin Kaitai saw it, he sealed his acupuncture point and let him sleep.
Zhao Faning took a step forward and placed his index finger in front of Li Muchan's nostril. After a moment, he shook his head pitifully and sighed: "I'm out of breath!"
"I don't believe it! Li Muchan, get up and tell me clearly!" Gong Qingyun shouted, and with a flash of light, he drew his sword and stabbed Li Muchan in the chest.
"Nonsense!" Mei Ruolan moved her hand, and the Yaoguang sword was sheathed immediately. Gong Qingyun froze, and the acupoints were sealed.
"Eh?!" Elder An suddenly exclaimed.
Everyone turned around and looked around.
"Elder An?" Mei Ruolan asked hurriedly.
Elder An looked at Li Muchan in surprise and shook his head: "He seems to be alive!"
"Is there any hope?" Mei Ruolan asked.
Elder An looked puzzled and said in a daze: "He's not breathing, but he still has a heartbeat!"
As soon as Mei Ruolan stretched out her hand, Elder An quickly waved his hand: "Don't move!"
Seeing Mei Ruolan looking at her in confusion, Elder An said: "He may be using some secret technique. Don't disturb him yet. Let's wait and see."
With a crisp "pop" sound, Jin Kaitai suddenly slapped his forehead hard and said hurriedly: "Zhanran can breathe without using his nose!"
"Really?!" Elder An was startled and turned around to ask.
Jin Kaitai nodded vigorously: "According to him, he accidentally acquired this magical power while practicing Zen."
"Okay! Okay!" Elder An clapped his hands and said to Mei Ruolan with a smile on his face: "Miss, this young man can save his life!"
Mei Ruolan took a long breath and smiled: "Buddhism really has incredible power!"
After Li Muchan entered trance, he showed no sign of waking up. Although he was motionless and not breathing, his vitality was still there and he was still alive.
The martial arts training ground was closed and strictly guarded.
There is a middle-aged man in each of the four corners of the high platform. His clothes are different, but a silver plum blossom is embroidered on the corner of his clothes. They are all energetic and impressive.
On the high platform, Mei Ruolan, Jin Kaitai, Xiao Yuan, Gong Qingyun, and four people from Tianshu Academy were sitting in a circle, surrounding Li Muchan.
Disciples from the Seventh Academy of Meifu are not allowed to go to the martial arts training ground, and they practice freely in their own courtyard in the morning.
Jin Kaitai has no thoughts now, and has been staying on the high platform. Except for convenience, he never leaves, even if he sleeps, he sleeps on the platform.
The rest of the people did the same, sitting on the futon and meditating, treating it as a retreat.
Time passed, and in the blink of an eye, three days had passed. The sun rose to the middle, and the sun was so hot that everyone, except Mei Ruolan, was listless.
Mei Ruolan was dressed in purple, sitting cross-legged with her back straight, showing an elegant and calm demeanor, her expression was calm and indifferent, and she was full of energy.
Gong Qingyun's body became thinner and thinner, and her expression became more and more haggard and charming.