The long sword barely scraped the ground, and then quickly soared up.
"Brother!"
Tang Lingyu's flying sword landed on a soft lawn at the bottom of the cliff, and he supported Song Nan to lean on the stone wall at the bottom of the cliff.
"Are you okay?"
Song Nan's description at this time was very embarrassing.
The clothes were torn a lot, the exposed skin was full of bright red wounds, mucus was covered all over the body, and there was blood on the forehead and face.
"It's all trauma." Song Nan took a few deep breaths and didn't mention the blockage in his spiritual power. Instead, he looked at Tang Ling motionlessly.
"You have learned how to handle a sword." He said.
"I saw you fall, and I was in a hurry, so... I did it."
Tang Ling was in shock, holding her chest and gasping for air.
Song Nan stared at her for a long time, his eyes moving from the mucus and blood stains on her body to his palms.
"Sometimes monks rely on force to practice. It's not uncommon for people to suddenly learn the art of sword control like you, but don't show off to others casually."
He said, "Your hands..."
Tang Ling spread his hands to look at it, and suddenly took a breath of cold air.
"I was just pulling on the rope to drag you up, but I didn't notice that my hand was broken."
When I didn't see it, I just felt hot. After seeing the blood on my hand, why did I suddenly feel so painful?
Tang Ling wants to cry.
Scared.
Song Nan saw that her eyes were watery and she kept staring at the palm of her hand. She suddenly turned her head and stopped looking at her.
"Senior brother?"
It’s this sentence again, senior brother.
Just now, I was on the cliff wall, next to the gap, after being thrown out, and when I was rescued.
There was always a scared voice calling timidly.
While shouting, I used my hands that I had pampered since childhood to pull him, little by little, with perseverance.
Until the hand was torn by the rope and blood flowed out.
"It's nothing." Song Nan closed his eyes and said, "Put some medicine on yourself. I'll meditate and recover for a while. Please help me pay attention to what's going on around me."
Tang Ling nodded in response.
Compared with the cold at the top of the cliff just now, the environment at the bottom of the cliff can be called warm as spring.
The birds in the forest were chirping low, and occasionally one or two unnamed small spiritual beasts were jumping around among the branches. Everything was quiet and peaceful, just like a dream.
Not far from the bottom of the cliff is a stream, with gurgling water, strange rocks lying on the waves, and green water dripping in the forest. The sunlight is cut and mottled, shining on the joyfully flowing water.
After applying the medicine, Tang Ling went to the stream to wash off the mucus on his body. Looking at the scene of green water and clear wind in front of him, he felt that everything just now was so unreal.
Just one day ago, I was still worried about the art of sword control, but I learned it in a hurry.
To be precise, the moment he saw the rope on Song Nan's body being burned by the fire sprayed by the salamander, the tight string in Tang Ling's mind suddenly broke.
At that moment, my body and mind reacted strongly.
The oval-shaped luminous body in the consciousness that had not seen any movement in the past month suddenly began to run rampant in the consciousness.
And because the membrane covering the consciousness of the nightmare was broken in an instant, Tang Ling felt that everything in front of him instantly became extremely clear, both the outside world and his own.
Every meridian, every blood vessel, every inch of bone in the body...
There is also very little spiritual power wandering in the Dantian.
Relying on his spiritual exploration, Tang Ling successfully gathered this meager spiritual power at his fingertips.
Just like what she imagined when her test flights failed again and again day and night.
This time, it finally flew.
Like a fish in water, like a whale in the sea.
As if she had flown with a sword countless times, she accurately moved towards Song Nan, accelerated, and when she was close to the ground, she picked him up.
Tang Ling vaguely felt that he had broken through something, but at the same time he felt very tired.
It seems that the breakthrough of that layer of film has allowed something to break free of obstacles and successfully invade the spiritual consciousness.
Thinking like this, she was already a little sleepy.
But she didn't dare to sleep.
The rupture of the film gave her a bad feeling.
It seems that if you close your eyes this time, you will never be able to open them again.
The sound of the stream gurgling beside my ears, the gentle breeze carrying the fragrance of mountain flowers, caressing my cheeks.
The midday sun created a halo, and Tang Ling yawned loudly, struggling hard with his upper and lower eyelids.
Just when my eyelids were overwhelmed, a loud "bang" suddenly came from behind, breaking the peace and tranquility in front of me.
Tang Ling was startled and opened his eyes suddenly. He thought something had happened to Song Nan and turned around in a hurry.
Not far away, bursts of dust were thrown up by the huge impact.
Through the misty dust, Tang Ling saw patches of blood exploding on the ground.
When the dust dispersed, the center of the blood flower seemed to be a person, but it didn't move.
The smell of blood slowly spread, and Tang Ling felt nauseated as he looked at the puddle of flesh and blood that seemed to have been smashed.
Song Nan is faster than himself.
He ran over quickly, and when he reached the man's side, he suddenly stopped.
He turned around and glanced at himself.
Tang Ling had already run over, and when she caught Song Nan's eyes, she suddenly didn't dare to move forward.
As the distance shortened, she saw a pair of familiar clothes.
Those are the costumes of the handyman disciples.
Like the one Lu Ren often wears.
A huge shadow passed overhead.
Tang Ling looked up and saw only a colorful blanket.
Block out the sky and the sun.
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The last ray of light in the east was annihilated in the clouds, and the sky was not completely dark yet, shrouded in a faint dark blue.
In the evening, the assistant disciples of the Danzong Medicine Hall lit up the gauze lanterns in an orderly manner, illuminating the entire high hall building as bright as day. Incense was burning in the hall. The footsteps of the disciples working back and forth were light and fast, and the whole hall was immersed in peace and tranquility. A rush of footsteps broke the silence, and the wind in the footsteps of the girl in black rushed in, blowing in a strong smell of blood, and the flames on the lamp shivered instantly.
"Stop! The medicine hall has been closed. Who are you?"
When the handyman disciples saw the person coming with blood on his face and body, and holding a bloody man in his arms, they were shocked and stepped forward to stop him.
"Someone is hurt!"
The girl who was stopped looked pale and her lips were trembling.
The handyman disciple glanced at the bloody man in her arms and trembled all over.
"Isn't this... afraid it won't work?"
The girl's face suddenly turned paler, "I...I stopped her bleeding."
After hearing the news, some inner disciples of the Dan Sect came and slowed down after seeing the girl in the courtyard.
"Senior Sister Tang." The disciple stood far away under the eaves and looked over coldly, "This woman is so seriously injured that she may not be able to save her life. I would like to ask Senior Sister Tang to move outside the hospital and arrange the funeral arrangements as soon as possible to prevent the body from rotting and smelling.
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Tang Ling was nailed to the spot by these words.
"You didn't even look at it, so you concluded that it's hopeless?"
The disciple sneered and nodded.
"It's just hopeless."
Tang Ling couldn't believe her ears.
What does a living human life mean to these people?