Forsythia was shocked by the scene in front of her.
For a moment, she felt that her heartbeat slowed down by half a beat.
After reacting, he immediately rushed over to support the master, and shouted in a panic:
"Master, Master, what's wrong with you? Why are you vomiting blood? Is it because you ate something I made?"
"But nothing I do is against your taboos, right?"
"Master, don't scare me."
After saying this, Forsythia remembered that she would see a doctor.
He quickly took Master's wrist and checked for pulse.
Master's pulse was very fast, as if there was something wrong with his heart.
Not sure, when he raised his hand to press on his chest, he was stopped.
Yun Bo threw her hand away and said in a deep voice, "I won't die. It's just because I got angry recently. Don't worry."
"You are coaxing me. I am not a three-year-old child. Even if I am little Wangyou, I know that you are in danger now."
Forsythia hurriedly wiped the blood stains on the corners of her master's lips with her sleeves, and saw that his face had changed, his eyes were blurred, and he seemed to be running out of oil.
She was even more anxious, tears welling up in her eyes.
"Master, can you let me check for you? See if there is something wrong with your heart."
"I told you it's okay."
Yun Bo pushed her away again, holding back the discomfort in his chest, and stood up and turned his back to her, "Clean it up quickly. The vegetables are a bit salty. Let's make them again. I'll go in and rest for a while. When you're done, come in and call me."
With that said, he walked away.
Forsythia stood there with worry on her face, "Master."
Yun Bo didn't reply to her, and slammed the door with a bang, which made Lian Qiao's heart tremble again.
Looking at her master's disappearing figure, she felt an ominous premonition in her heart.
Could Master...
Will not.
It's definitely not what she thought.
He obviously ate the resurrecting plant.
He can't possibly die.
After regaining consciousness, Forsythia hurriedly cleaned up the blood on the dining table.
But seeing the blood spat out of her master's mouth made her eyes hurt, and she couldn't calm down.
Finally, he turned around and chased after him.
When Forsythia just ran into the cave, in the dim light, she vaguely saw the figure lying on the ground in front of her.
Her heart twitched and she screamed, "Master..."
Kneeling in front of Yun Bo, Forsythia hurriedly picked him up in her arms and looked at the blood he vomited out in shock. She was frightened and anxious. She tried to check his condition while crying and asking
:
"Master, what's wrong with you? Is there something wrong with your heart? Why are you still vomiting blood?"
"Master, answer me, Master..."
Yun Bo slowly opened his eyes.
He was so weak that his vision became blurry.
Coupled with the dim light in the cave, he could no longer see his disciple clearly.
In the end, he could only raise his hand with difficulty and touch Forsythia's little face.
Forsythia hugged him tightly, held his hand and touched her face, crying:
"Master, don't be afraid. I will prepare medicine for you right away. You will be fine. I don't want anything to happen to you."
I want to pick up Master and take him to the bed outside.
But she suddenly felt that the master was so heavy that she couldn't hold him at all.
I tried twice and couldn't pick it up.
Not daring to waste time, Forsythia had no choice but to let him lie down and prepare to go outside to get the quilt.
But when she was about to leave, Yun Bo grabbed her hand.
"Qiao'er."
he shouted in a weak voice.
Forsythia hurriedly came back and hugged him, crying and saying:
"Master, I'm here, what's wrong with you? Weren't you fine before? Why did it become like this? Is it because of me?"
In fact, she had known for a long time that the master would die if he was tempted.
It's just that she thought that if the master ate the resurrecting grass, everything would be fine.
That's why I'm willing to stay with him and accompany him for a while.
Who knows...
Yun Bo grabbed her hand, trying hard to hold back the pain in his chest that was like a roller crusher squeezing his heart, and with a very weak breath, he warned:
"Prick a needle into my heart, three in and three out, seven long and seven short. The needle needs to be changed every forty-nine days, but don't stop or move my body.
Remember, I won’t die, I just can’t wake up.”
His voice was broken, tears overflowed from his eyes, and every word was desperately squeezed out of his mouth.
"Qiao'er, during this period, you, you have to live well and let them take care of Wangyou. When she comes out of the mountain, bring her here to undo the needles for me, and I will wake up."
"But you can't go down the mountain until Wangyou is twenty years old. Remember, you must remember what I said."
Forsythia had long since burst into tears, her tears falling like rain.
How could she accept every word the master said?
How can I accept that he will never wake up again.
Holding him in her arms, Forsythia cried until she became dumb and asked:
"Master, is there no other way? I don't want you to lie down and not wake up. I want you to be well, Master..."
The clouds were as thin as a gossamer, and everything in front of me was pitch black.
Even though I tried my best, I could only weakly utter the last two words, "Qiao'er..."
After that sound, there was no more movement.
The whole person suddenly collapsed in Forsythia's arms, as if he had become much heavier in an instant.
Forsythia stared blankly at the person in her arms.
Seeing his hand falling to the ground, his eyes closed and lifeless, her heart twitched and she almost fainted.
But the next second, she immediately woke up again, and clearly remembered what the master said a moment ago in her mind.
Prick a needle into his heart.
Three in and three out, seven long and seven short.
Without enough time to feel grief-stricken, Forsythia hurriedly hugged her master and lay down, got up and rushed out of the cave to find the silver needle.
After finding the silver needle, he carried the quilt to the cave.
After a lot of effort, she moved Master to lie down on the quilt. She lit the lamp in the cave and began to hurriedly undress Master and give him injections while holding back her painful emotions and tears streaming down her face.
Finally, she stuck the needle in accordance with Master's request.
But the master never woke up again.
Forsythia knelt there, so overwhelmed with grief that she had forgotten how to cry.
As if he was stupid, he held Master's hand tightly and began to talk to himself in a daze.
"Do you want to wait for Xiao Wangyou to come down from the mountain to save you? How many years will it take?"
"Master, you must be in a lot of pain during the period when I can't see your eyes."
"You can't get close to me, so why did you go down the mountain to save me?"
"I'm sorry, I made you become like this."
"Master, don't be afraid. I'm not going anywhere, and I won't get married. I'll be here to guard you all my life, okay?"
As she spoke, she leaned over and lay down, leaning on Yun Bo's shoulder.
"Master, I suddenly regret it so much. You said it would be great if we had never left here."
"Master, can you really not reply to me again?"
At this point, Forsythia couldn't hide her grief. She curled up and cried until she fainted with convulsions.
She fainted for a long time.
When the eagle arrived with Bai Ji, he knocked fiercely at the door.
That sound woke up Forsythia.
She sat up and looked at the master lying motionless and lifeless next to her with red eyes. She stood up and went out to open the door in a state of confusion.
When he opened the door and saw Bletilla striata, Forsythia burst into tears and threw herself into his arms.
"Junior brother, why did you come here?"
Bai Ji was also anxious, and hurriedly grabbed Forsythia and asked, "Sister, where is the master? How is the master?"