"Mo'er?" Jian Lao asked tentatively. He didn't know if Mo Tian was still there.
In terms of aura, Mo Tian's aura was very weak, and could even be said to be intermittent, which made Jian Lao a little scared.
A few turbid tears fell from Jian Lao's somewhat sunken eyes. After many years, Jian Lao once again shed tears for one person and worried for one person, but both of them are his disciples...
"Meow!" When Xiao Mo wanted to jump on Mo Tian, Jian Lao hugged him down. Jian Lao looked at Xiao Mo and whispered: "Don't disturb Mo'er."
In this way, Mo Tian, who was covered in scars, was watched by one person and one cat, but both of them had worries in their eyes.
It wasn't that Jian Lao didn't want to, but that he didn't dare to move. He was afraid that if anything happened to Mo Tian, he would regret it for the rest of his life.
However, in case there was anything strange about Mo Tian, Jian Lao still scanned Mo Tian's body carefully.
When Jian Lao's mental power glanced at Mo Tian's right hand, the gap at the little finger made Jian Lao stunned.
"Mo'er, your right thumb..."
He raised his hand and looked at his right palm. All five fingers were intact. Jianlao was thinking a lot.
He gently grabbed the little finger of his right hand with his left hand, and with a slight lift, Jian Lao's right little finger was taken off!
Looking at the empty right palm, Jian Lao looked at Mo Tian and couldn't help but smile: "I didn't expect that we actually have master and apprentice statues. They all have one finger broken off. It seems that the title of my broken finger sword master is the successor."
Someone is here."
A drop of tears rolled down Old Jian's cheek. If he had a choice, he didn't want to cut off his finger, and he didn't want the title of a broken-finger swordsman! That time, that hour, that minute, that second, he could never forget it.
..
Standing aside, holding Xiao Mo in their arms, now that Mo Tian has come out, all they can do is wait.
Fengyue returned to the garden and relayed what Jianlao said to Tianfeng.
Tianfeng, who was a little angry at first, calmed down after listening to Fengyue's words and thought about why Jian Lao was like this. According to his understanding of Jian Lao, the sword master wouldn't say so much after he knew who he was. What's more,
This person is him.
Obviously, something happened.
Tianfeng didn't want Fengyue to be in trouble, so he sat on the stone chair and sipped the fragrant tea and said: "Sit down, your master can come to me later."
"Yes." Fengyue nodded: "Looking at Master, it is obvious that there is something important, otherwise Master would not kick me out directly. Master, please take a rest for now."
In the sword-making hall, the old swordsman was in a trance, and his hands holding Xiao Mo were trembling.
Counting the time, Jian Lao hadn't closed his eyes for more than a day, not even blinking, and all his energy was concentrated in the fiery furnace.
Even if Jian Lao's cultivation level is very high, and he has even cultivated the Concentration Code to the fourth level of vastness, he still cannot bear such consumption.
Jian Lao's mental power went directly into the furnace of fire. Just like when forging a sword, his spirit was constantly being burned in the furnace of fire. After a day of continuous mental consumption, Jian Lao really couldn't hold on anymore.
When Mo Tian came out, Jian Lao's tense nerves were relieved, and a feeling of weakness in physical and mental strength swept through Jian Lao's body.
Jian Lao's spirit began to be in a trance, the surrounding scene became a little blurry, and his tall body swayed from side to side.
"Meow." Xiao Mo felt something strange about Jian Lao and shouted quickly to wake him up.
"Mo'er..." Jian Lao couldn't bear it anymore, his vision went dark, and his tall body fell backwards.
Before he fainted, Jian Lao's eyes were still fixed on Mo Tian. He was afraid that if Mo Tian had no one to take care of him after he fainted, something might happen.
"Master!" Mo Tian, who was standing, opened his eyes, and a brilliant light shot out.
Seeing Jian Lao who was about to fall to the ground, Mo Tian rushed forward and hugged him.
Because of the large movement, the scabbed wound burst open again, and blood continued to flow from Mo Tian's body.
For a moment, Mo Tian turned into a bloody man, holding Jian Lao in his arms. Mo Tian's eyes were full of heartache.
My heart is full of complexity, but a warm current comes from my heart.
Although Mo Tian closed his eyes tightly before, Mr. Xue told him that his body was repairing itself now, and it was best to wait until the wound was completely healed before waking up, otherwise the wound would be torn like now.
However, Mo Tianning endured the pain of the wound tearing and blood spurting out, but he could not let Jian Lao fall to the ground.
Jian Lao's physical condition is extremely poor! His physical strength is exhausted and his mental strength is already overloaded.
What does the ratio of my own injuries to Jian Lao's consumption mean?
Mo Tian kept all the good things that Mr. Jian had done to him in his heart. In his heart, Mr. Jian cared about him just like his own father.
Mo Tian, who lost his father when he was young, has never felt any warmth, but with Jian Lao, he felt the warmth of a father.
Mr. Jian was both a teacher and a father to Mo Tian!
Holding Jian Lao in his arms, Mo Tian walked outside.
Stepping out of the sword-making hall, the extinguished fiery furnace behind him burned again, but the high temperature of the furnace fire was only inside the cauldron and did not spread to the outside.
In the cauldron, Mo Lie looked at Mo Tian who was leaving, his eyes full of respect.
"Senior, this is all Mo Lie can help you with..."
Walking outside, Tianfeng asked while sipping the fragrant tea. The pungent smell of blood suddenly opened his eyes, and he saw Mo Tian, covered in blood, walking towards them holding the unconscious Jian Lao.
"Master!" Feng Yue was shocked and hurriedly stepped forward to greet him.
Mo Tian gently handed over Jian Lao in his arms to Feng Yue's hand, his eyesight went dark and he also passed out.
Behind him, there was a long bloody road. The blood on the road had not yet dried. It was all the blood flowing from Mo Tian's body.
The road from the Sword Building Hall to the garden was very long, and Mo Tian's body was bursting with wounds, and the blood flowing out every step of the way was immeasurable.
After walking such a long way, the blood in Mo Tian's body was flowing out continuously. In the end, all the blood in his body was almost lost, but Mo Tian resisted the fatigue of excessive blood loss and made sure to walk to the garden.
After completely handing over Jian Lao to Feng Yue, Mo Tian's hanging heart was completely relieved.
Holding Mo Tian who was unconscious due to excessive blood loss, Tianfeng frowned and urged: "Hurry! Find a place for Mo Tian to lie down quickly. He has lost too much blood. Most people will go into shock if they lose 8% of their blood.
The sky is already half full of blood!"
Fengyue hurriedly took Tianfeng to Jianlao's room and placed Mo Tian on Jianlao's bed.
Looking at Mo Tian, whose face was as yellow as paper, Tianfeng frowned and scolded: "Why are you so impulsive!"
Although he was cursing, Tianfeng held a jade bottle in his hand, poured some white powder from it and applied it on Mo Tian's wound.
But there were too many wounds on Mo Tian's body, and all the countless wounds collapsed along the way. The powder in this jade bottle was simply not enough!
Looking at Mo Tian, Tianfeng gritted his teeth and took out a jade box from the Najie. Through the jade box, a red-light elixir could be vaguely seen.
"The fourth-grade elixir, Blood Coagulation Pill, is what you owe me!"
Opening the jade box, he stuffed the red light elixir directly into Mo Tian's mouth, placed his palm on Mo Tian's chest, and let Yuan Li enter Mo Tian's body to help the blood coagulation elixir dissipate its power.
This is a fourth-grade elixir. Tianfeng feels a little distressed, but he can't care so much now...