The rough voice sounded, and the big man in coarse linen clothes saw Chu Ye's expression changing, and even a smile, and a strange feeling suddenly arose in his heart.
I've been hurt so badly emotionally, but this little guy in front of me still thinks it's funny?
"Ahem."
Chu Ye, who suddenly came back to his senses, obviously realized that something was wrong. He coughed twice before withdrawing his fingers, touched his chin, and said casually.
"This fellow Taoist is seriously injured inside his body..."
nonsense!
The strong man's eyes flashed with expected disappointment. Seeing Yu Feihong approaching, he wanted to stand up and go directly to the high platform where the third-level alchemist was.
However, Chu Ye's next words made the strong man suddenly stop when he wanted to stand up.
"The injury in Fellow Daoist's body is a sword wound. Even if you take the best elixir to cure the injury, it will be in vain if you can't stop the source."
"What on earth did you see!"
The strong man grabbed Chu Ye's wrist with unspeakable urgency.
His injuries have also been diagnosed and treated by many alchemists, but the ones who can really tell the clues are only with one hand, but no one can help him solve it. Today, I did hear that there is an alchemist's longevity pill.
The grand ceremony couldn't help but want to try his luck. He didn't have much expectations at first, but the first-level alchemist in front of him, who seemed to be the most ordinary, suddenly revealed his situation.
Chu Ye tried to shake off the strong man and squeezed his hand, but found that one of the strong man's hands was like an iron vise and couldn't be shaken off. He had to endure the pain and said: "How can you tell that my abilities are shallow?
What, it’s just a pity that my Taoist friend’s originally advanced cultivation level has fallen like this, it’s a pity, it’s a pity…”
The more secretive Chu Ye was like this, the more the strong man became convinced that Chu Ye must have diagnosed the situation in his body, and perhaps even saw his true cultivation level.
At this moment, the strong man even forgot that the young-looking warrior in front of him was only a first-level alchemist, and he did not care to doubt Chu Ye's level.
Just like a person who is about to drown, he will cling to even a straw.
"This fellow Taoist, the masters are already ready, please move on!"
Yu Feihong's voice sounded, and a pair of eyes fell on the strong man's hand holding Chu Ye's wrist, indicating that he was about to take action.
After all, Chu Ye is a member of the Alchemist Guild, a disciple of Master Pei An and his old friend, and a junior whom he also fully agrees with. Naturally, Chu Ye cannot suffer a loss here.
Interrupted by Yu Feihong, the strong man retracted his hand holding Chu Ye, but still looked at Chu Ye deeply, as if he wanted to remember Chu Ye's appearance firmly in his heart.
Now that there is hope, the strong man doesn't want his condition to be completely exposed to others. This kid can't run away anyway, so let's ask those third-level alchemists to take a look first. If you still can't see anything, then go back and look for this guy.
Let me ask you clearly.
On the high platform, four third-level alchemists investigated the situation inside the strong man's body and came to the same conclusion as Brother Long said.
The strong man's injury was indeed incurable, but the alchemists could not find the real source.
In fact, it’s not their fault. Although the third-level alchemy masters are backed by massive resources, they don’t invest much energy in martial arts. Their talents are even different. In terms of cultivation, among the four alchemy masters, only Pei Anhe’s cultivation level is the highest.
In order to reach the first level of the Martial King, the others are all great martial arts masters, so naturally they cannot see the sword energy of the Martial Sect.
What's more, according to what Brother Long said, those who can detect the sword energy must also be practicing swordsmanship, or even people who have also cultivated the swordsmanship. Among the alchemists who really put their effort into studying the swordsmanship, they have cultivated the sword.
How many people are interested?
At least Chu Ye had never seen any of them, so naturally it was impossible to discover the real cause of the strong man's illness.
In the end, Pei Anhe took out a spiritual elixir that could relieve injuries in the body and repair meridians and wanted to give it to the strong man as compensation for not helping him.
"Forget about the elixir!"
Unexpectedly, the strong man waved his hand and refused, but instead tapped Chu Ye with his hand, "I see this little guy is very interesting, let him talk to me."
"this……"
Pei Anhe didn't expect that the strong man would say that. He was stunned for a moment. He didn't agree or refuse immediately, but looked at Chu Ye.
"Master Pei, this fellow Taoist's injury is very strange, and I would like to know more about it."
Chu Ye agreed with his hands raised. As the invited party agreed, Pei Anhe naturally would not refuse. At that moment, someone took Chu Ye and the strong man to a quiet room in Pei's mansion.
"Boy, do you have a way to solve my problem?"
As soon as the entourage who led them over left, the strong man grabbed Chu Ye's wrist again, as if he was afraid that Chu Ye would run away.
"It hurts, it hurts, let go first and give it away!"
Being caught this time was a bit more painful. Besides, there was no one else around at the moment, so Chu Ye naturally didn't have to worry about his image, so he waved his hands and cried out in pain.
Seeing this, the strong man let go of Chu Ye's wrist without hesitation, but still stared at him, "It's just a little pain, what's worth shouting about! You haven't said yet, is there a way to cure me completely?
disease."
Chu Ye glanced at his wrist. At this moment, a circle of black marks appeared on the white wrist, which showed how hard the strong man had just grabbed it.
Using his strength to unblock the marks on his wrist, Chu Ye rolled his eyes in his mind, "Actually, what's on Fellow Taoist's body is not a wound at all, but a wound, a sword-qi wound."
The strong man's eyes flickered, "Yes, what you said is absolutely right. So what is the source of my injuries?"
"The source is naturally the sword energy in your body that does not belong to you. This sword energy has been in the body of fellow Taoist for more than ten years. You are actually able to endure the pain and resist the sword energy. It is indeed a sign of great perseverance.
Either way, or if it were anyone else, they would probably want to pull out a knife and kill themselves immediately rather than endure the pain day and night."
Chu Ye extended his thumb to the strong man, which made the strong man's eyes soften a little.
It has been more than ten years since I fought with that man and he left a sword spirit in his body. During these ten years, I have been fighting against the sword spirit. Although the process was extremely painful, in the heart of the strong man, he felt sorry for himself.
His perseverance was somewhat complacent. After all, not every warrior could endure pain every day. Chu Ye's flattery was a hit in the heart, scratching the itch in the strong man's heart.
"Since you have seen that I was injured by sword energy, is there any way to cure it?"
Chu Ye nodded, then shook his head. The strong man looked angry and angry, and anxiously grabbed Chu Ye's wrist, but Chu Ye, who had been on guard for a long time, let him go, "There is indeed a way to cure it.
And there are two of them! However, the person who can really save you is not
It's me, but my master. In addition, if you want to be cured, you have to be a servant for three years. After three years, everyone will be fine, but during these three years, no bad thoughts are allowed to exist.
Are you willing to swear an oath here?!" (To be continued)