Fang Sheng was clearly merciful just now. He actually had no intention of taking this young man's life, because after all, this young man was the descendant of Senior Feng, and he had been favored by Senior Feng back then, not to mention that this young man actually
There was nothing wrong, it was just his companion who took action, and even if he was really guilty, he would definitely look at Senior Feng and persuade him to change his evil ways and do good. Please remember the URL of this website:.
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But seeing the young man lying on the ground with serious injuries and unconscious, Fang Sheng was a little stunned for a moment, not knowing what was going on.
"Old monk, if something happens to him, I will definitely burn down your Shaolin Temple!" Ren Yingying looked at Fang Sheng coldly, although the white gauze covered her face, making it impossible to see her expression.
But the voice sounded very cold.
She had just checked Ling Jing's injuries, and saw that his hands, side face, and neck were covered with horrific bloody lines. She immediately felt anxious, and saw blood constantly overflowing from his seven orifices.
I was even more panicked.
Fang Sheng frowned, took a few steps forward, clasped his hands and said, "Female donor, can you let me take a look at Ling Shaoxia's injuries?" The young man fell to the ground with serious injuries. He looked a bit weird. He used "
When performing the "Vajra Zen Lion's Roar Technique", he still had a lot of energy left. Considering the young man's martial arts skills, he would never suffer such a serious injury.
"Stinky monk, don't pretend to be a good person." Ren Yingying snorted coldly, stretched out her hand to help Ling Jing up, let him lean on her, and said coldly: "If he has any shortcomings, I will definitely kill him.
you."
She helped Ling Jing take a few steps back, determined not to let Fang Sheng get close to him again.
On the other side, two Shaolin lay disciples supported each other and walked behind Fang Sheng. The left rib of the man named Yi was already stained red with blood. His face was pale. If it weren't for the support of another person, he would have fallen to the ground.
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Fang Sheng felt a little relieved when he saw that although the two nephews were also injured, they did not seem to be in danger of their lives. However, he saw that the woman was supporting the unconscious young man and was always wary of him and others.
There was some embarrassment in my heart.
This woman killed someone from the Kunlun Sect. It stands to reason that I should capture her and bring her back to the temple, then inform the head of the Kunlun Sect, and wait for the abbot and the head of the Kunlun Sect to take action. But now that I have accidentally injured the descendant of Senior Feng, I feel really sad.
I felt so sorry and wanted to take action again, but I felt very embarrassed.
He took out a paper bag from his arms. He opened it and found two soybean-sized pills inside. He spread his hands and said, "Female donor, this is our Shaolin Temple's healing elixir. Give one to Shaoxia Ling."
Ren Yingying looked at Fang Sheng coldly, but did not pick him up. She just sneered: "It's not rare." This old monk had deep inner strength, and she was very afraid of it. Although she was very eager to take Ling Jing to a secluded place for healing, she still couldn't.
If this old monk cannot be sent away first, everything will be in vain.
Fang Sheng saw that the other party was not grateful, but he was not annoyed at all. He put the two pills on the ground together with the piece of paper, and said: "Female donor, I accidentally hurt Ling Shaoxia, and I feel really sorry." After saying this, he
Sighing, after a long time, he said again: "Female donor, you hurt people with just one move. The killing was too serious, and you have fallen into the devil's way. I should have captured you back to the temple and waited for the abbot to deal with you, but Ling Shaoxia
Now that I accidentally injured you, I have to have someone around to take care of you. Female donor, I hope you can take care of yourself in the future."
After saying that, he took another deep look at the unconscious Ling Jing, then walked to the body of the Kunlun disciple, clasped his hands together, and recited a Buddhist scripture, then sighed deeply, and took the two injured disciples with him.
Turn around and walk away slowly.
When Ren Yingying saw Fang Sheng's figure gradually disappearing, she completely relaxed her mind. She just looked at the bleeding and unconscious Ling Jing, with a look of worry on her face again. This little liar had been seriously injured before, and now
He was severely injured again by Fang Sheng, who had deep internal strength. He didn't know how serious his injuries were and whether his life was in danger.
"Little liar, you can't die."
Ren Yingying muttered something in her heart, bit her silver teeth, supported Ling Jing, and slowly disappeared by the road without even looking at the two pills left by Fang Sheng.
This smelly monk hurt people first, and now he is pretending to be a good person. If she really wanted to take this pill, she would no longer be Ren Yingying.
Half an hour later, in an abandoned hut.
Ling Jing was lying flat on a broken wooden bed, his eyes were closed tightly, his face was like gold paper, and criss-crossing bloody lines covered both sides of his face like spider webs. His breathing was weak and almost inaudible.
If his chest wasn't still rising and falling slightly at this moment, he might have been regarded as a dead person.
"Little liar, why aren't you awake?" Ren Yingying was standing by the bed. The white gauze cloak on her head had been removed, revealing a pretty face of seventeen or eighteen years old. Her skin was fair and her cheeks were oval.
A pair of big, dark and bright eyes, as bright and clear as a clear spring, with a dot of red lips on the pink face, not a dot but red, and a delicate part like pink peach petals, with a trace of worry on the face, and a hint of orchid in the manner.
She had previously fed Ling Jing a healing elixir from the Sun Moon God Sect, and had also tried to inject her own internal energy into Ling Jing's body, but it was undoubtedly completely absorbed by the weird sword energy in his body, and she was unable to do so at all.
It doesn't have any effect.
"What should we do?" Ren Yingying showed a trace of worry on her face and frowned.
A wisp of breeze blew gently into the thatched hut, and the old door panel was blown by the wind, making a soft creaking sound.
"You can't save him." An uncertain voice suddenly sounded in the wind.
"Who!" Ren Yingying was shocked, quickly pulled out her dagger, turned around and looked outside the door.
It was deep night outside the door, and there was no one in sight. Except for the white moonlight, nothing else could be seen.
A breeze blew by, blowing Ren Yingying's dark hair, and suddenly there was a faint fragrance in the air.
Ren Yingying was wary, her eyes glanced toward the door, holding a dagger in her hand, and moved out cautiously step by step.
"Where are you going?"
A light voice sounded, but Ren Yingying suddenly froze up because the voice came from behind her, as if it was ringing in her ears.
"This person is actually in the house!" Ren Yingying was horrified. She had been standing guard in the house, but she had no idea when this person broke in.
She turned around stiffly, and then she saw a charming woman standing in front of her, and her face looked very familiar.
"This person, this person is..." Ren Yingying felt as if a stone had suddenly been blocked in her throat. She couldn't say a word, and her mind was in chaos, as if she had seen something incredible.
Things are normal.
A thought appears repeatedly in my mind, how could it be possible, how could it be like this?
"Why, you don't recognize me anymore?" the woman asked with a faint smile. Her voice was soft and sweet.
Familiar tone, familiar demeanor, but this voice... Ren Yingying suddenly felt dizzy in her mind, and she quickly knelt down and said: "See you Yingying -"
"Okay, I don't want to listen to your nonsense." The woman waved her hand and said coldly: "Tell me, how could he be so seriously injured? And, how could you be with him?" She looked calm as she spoke.
The color is cold and stern, and the cold light appears in a pair of phoenix eyes.
"I..." Ren Yingying was still a little dizzy by the scene in front of her, and she didn't know how to explain it. After a long time, she calmed down and said: "He was seriously injured before.
The "famous murderer" Ping couldn't cure his injuries with a single finger. Moreover, monk Fang Sheng of the Shaolin Temple used sound wave power to calm his injuries, and he has been unconscious since then."
"Fang Sheng?" The woman frowned slightly. The moonlight poured in from the window and fell on her face, which seemed to add a layer of holy fluorescence to her, making her look as bright as a fairy in the moon.
Ren Yingying looked at the woman's beautiful face and couldn't help but be stunned.
The woman thought for a moment and finally came to her senses. Then she stared at Ren Yingying's face for a while and asked lightly: "Do you like him?"
"Ah?" Ren Yingying paused for a moment, a faint blush appeared on her face, and then she looked serious and said: "No, how could I like him."
When the woman heard this, she gave Ren Yingying a deep look, but she didn't ask any more questions. She just turned around and looked at the unconscious man on the bed, with a trace of sadness flashing across her face.
"Okay, now you are no longer needed here. You can go back to Heimuya."
"This..." Ren Yingying's eyes involuntarily fell on the man on the bed, looking at the terrifying bloody lines on his body, a trace of struggle and worry flashed across his face.
But in the end, he finally took a deep breath, lowered his head and said, "Yes."
Ren Yingying stood up and took one last look at the man on the bed. Then her eyes quickly swept over the side of the woman's face without leaving any trace, and then she turned and left.
The woman stood beside the bed, never looking at Ren Yingying from the beginning to the end. After a while, the footsteps finally disappeared. The woman looked at Ling Jing's face, suddenly sighed, and whispered: "You bastard,
Why are you always so unwilling to let me worry?"
She sat on the edge of the bed, stretched out a jade hand, and gently touched Ling Jing's face, the look of worry in her eyes getting even worse.
She had naturally heard of the name of the "famous murderer" Heiichi, but she had already known about the brat's physical condition. The strange sword energy had long been entangled with his internal power, and it was by no means ordinary.
Medicine stones can heal.
Although Ping Yi Zhi's medical skills are high, his own internal strength is not very good. He can't even use this sword energy, so even if Ping Yi Zhi's medical skills are high, what's the use.
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