Peach Luck Shuangxiu

Chapter 527 Awakening

"This medicine can only be brewed in a jade basin. If you use other containers, it will lose its effect."

The old patriarch answered Qiu Meng and went to make medicine.

Qiu Meng came to Zhou Lang's side, checked Zhou Lang's body a little, and fixed his eyes on the simple copper coin on Zhou Lang's neck.

Zhou Lang's quaint copper coins have always been hung around his neck. Under normal circumstances, only the red string tied to it can be seen, but yesterday when the old patriarch carried Zhou Lang back, he gave Zhou Lang loose

"What is this?" Yasang noticed this humble copper coin.

"This should be a treasure. Without this treasure, he might be dead."

Qiu Meng recalled that when she found Zhou Lang, a pile of snow melted around him, and this copper coin shone brightly, which was very dazzling. She was basically sure that it should be this ancient copper coin that melted the thick ice and snow. Without this copper coin, Zhou Lang would not have been discovered by her and his grandfather. Under such a low temperature and without oxygen, he must have died.

"This thing is also a treasure? Let me take a look." Yasang said in disbelief. He walked up to Zhou Lang's side and wanted to take off the ancient copper coin around Zhou Lang's neck.

"You don't move."

But Qiu Meng pushed Yasang's big hand away.

"What's wrong?" Yasang asked in puzzlement.

"He is alive, and there is still a little warmth in his heart. It is likely that this ancient copper coin is warming. What if you take away his things and he dies?"

Qiu Meng spoke nervously, and she gave Yasang a look, as if she felt that the big man Yasang was brainless and frizzy.

"You seem to care about him?" Ya Sang glanced at Zhou Lang, then looked at Qiu Meng and said, his words were full of jealousy, needless to say, this big man in his early thirties must like Qiu Meng in his heart.

"What do you mean?" Qiu Meng pretended not to understand, but in fact she was a smart girl, how could she not understand this?

"I was very good to you when you were very young, but you were never nervous about me. He is just a stranger. How could you care about him so much? Your behavior makes me very sad. "

Yasang Road.

"Saving someone's life is better than building a seven-level pagoda. I wanted to save his life, but I didn't think too much about it like you. You guarded him for almost a whole day. You worked hard, so let's take a rest." .”

Qiu Meng said.

"Then I'll go first." Yasang said with some displeasure.

"This Yasang, why doesn't he understand my intentions? I just regard him as a brother or a friend, but he wants to think wildly."

Looking at Yasang's back when she left, Qiu Meng thought to herself.

About an hour later, the old patriarch came over with a jade basin of medicine.

"Feed it to him, this medicine is very precious, don't waste it." The old patriarch said to Qiu Meng.

"it is good."

Qiu Meng reached the edge of the bed, helped Zhou Lang up, and then began to feed Zhou Lang medicine with a jade spoon.

Although Zhou Lang's heart was still slightly warm, his hands and feet were a little stiff, and now he was completely unconscious. It can be said that he is not much different from a dead person now.

"Grandpa, come here to help. He is unconscious, and he can't swallow the medicine soup without opening his mouth." After Qiu Meng realized that it was difficult to feed Zhou Lang the medicine, she quickly asked her grandfather to come over to help.

The old patriarch came to Zhou Lang's side, pinched Zhou Lang's jaw, and Zhou Lang's mouth opened.

Qiu Meng patiently used a jade spoon to feed Zhou Lang the decoction made from Snow Lotus.

At this time, Zhou Lang was completely unconscious, so he couldn't swallow the medicine by himself, he had to pour it in, and it was not something that could be done in one go, but the old patriarch and Qiu Meng were very patient. It took an hour to finish feeding the medicine.

Afterwards, Qiu Meng put Zhou Lang on the bed and observed Zhou Lang's situation. Jiuye Snow Lotus is said to be able to revive the dead. Absolute certainty.

Not long after, Zhou Lang's face became flushed, and thin beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, but he still didn't wake up.

"Grandpa, what's going on?" Qiu Meng asked worriedly.

"It should be the effect of the Nine-Leaf Snow Lotus," said the old patriarch.

After about ten minutes, Zhou Lang began to sweat profusely, his face was flushed, as if he had a fever.

"Is he okay?" Qiu Meng became more worried.

The old patriarch also became a little nervous and began to take Zhou Lang's pulse.

"Nine-leaf Snow Lotus's effect is too powerful. Now there is a lot of real energy in his dantian and meridians. If the real energy continues to increase, he will be in danger."

The old patriarch's cultivation was not low, and he immediately felt the vision of true energy in Zhou Lang's body.

"Then what should we do now?" Qiu Meng asked anxiously.

"His cultivation is very high, far above us, and now he really can only resign himself to fate." The old patriarch sighed.

……

When Zhou Lang was in extreme danger, Xiaoxi and others were still searching for Zhou Lang's trace on the snowy field of Jiulong Snow Mountain.

Zhou Lang has already been far away in the meadow thousands of miles away, so Xiaoxi and others naturally worked in vain.

They carried out a carpet-like search, which was not considered climbing, but when they reached the top, the cold air pierced their bones, and even Xiaoxi, the head of Wudang Taoist Qingxuan and others couldn't bear it.

"Xiaoxi, look, the snow here is not thick anymore. It is obvious that an avalanche happened here, and the snow has rolled down to the bottom. We can't bear the cold, and there is no need to look up."

Daoist Qingxuan stopped and suggested to Xiaoxi.

"Master Dao, I am the weapon spirit of Brother Lang's ancestral copper coin Qiankun Palace. I just vomited blood and got hurt the night before, so I think Brother Lang is just in distress now, and he should still be alive in this world."

But Xiaoxi said that she would not leave Jiulong Snow Mountain until Zhou Lang was found.

"So many of us have already searched all the places we could. Now we can only explain it this way. Zhou Lang was buried in the snow blocks. These snow blocks will be buried in the snow after dozens of meters or even hundreds of meters. Finding out the people inside is no different from finding a needle in a haystack.”

Qingxuan said long.

"What shall we do now?" Xiaoxi asked anxiously.

"I can only leave. No one can bear it if I stay in this snowfield for a long time." Qingxuan said long.

"I won't go." Xiaoxi said firmly: "Now I will take you down the mountain and take you back to Wudang by plane, but I will always wait here for Brother Wolf."

She is the weapon spirit of Zhou Lang's ancestral copper coin, her feeling is still very accurate, she believes that Zhou Lang is not dead.

Now that the matter has come to this point, Daoist Qingxuan couldn't say anything, so he had to go down the mountain.

After everyone went down the mountain, Li Mengxue, Xiaoxi and others discussed that they would not give up, but planned to find a place to live near the Jiulong Snow Mountain, and climb the mountain every day to find Zhou Lang. For them, Zhou Lang was their heaven. , their land.

And all the masters of Wudang have returned to Wudang.

……

Zhou Lang's body temperature was getting higher and higher. Not only was his forehead sweating, the sweat also wet his clothes.

"Quickly cool him down!"

The old patriarch said, he began to undress Zhou Lang.

Soon, only a pair of underpants were left on Zhou Lang's body. His body became red, and his meridians were also very prominent. You could even see the true energy flowing through his meridians and blood vessels with the naked eye.

However, Zhou Lang's figure is really good. He looks like a relatively thin person, but after taking off his clothes, his whole body looks very refined, without a trace of fat.

Qiu Menghe was obviously still a big girl with yellow flowers, and she blushed when she saw Zhou Lang's body.

But then she sat cross-legged beside Zhou Lang, put her hands on Zhou Lang's chest, and started to exercise.

With her luck, the temperature in the tent dropped a lot, and Zhou Lang's red body began to fade slowly.

A few hours passed, and it was dusk.

There was a change of people in the middle, and the old patriarch replaced Qiu Meng. With Qiu Meng's skill, he could only exercise for two hours and couldn't bear it anymore. After recovering his true energy through meditation, Qiu Meng cooled Zhou Lang down again.

The old patriarch went to the side to adjust his breath.

Suddenly, Zhou Lang's eyelids began to move a little, but Qiu Meng had been working hard and didn't notice much.

After a while, Zhou Lang's eyelids moved more and began to open slowly.

Zhou Lang woke up.

When he opened his eyes, he found that he was sleeping on the bed wearing only a pair of big underpants, and beside him, sitting cross-legged was a beautiful woman in animal skin clothes with slightly closed eyes.

The beautiful hands and slender thighs of this beauty were exposed to the outside.

"This... where is this?" Zhou Lang looked around, but found that he was completely unfamiliar with the surrounding environment. He seemed to have forgotten who he was, and he didn't know what happened to him, he said softly.

"Are you awake?"

Qiu Meng naturally heard Zhou Lang's words, she let out a long breath, a stone finally landed in her heart, and stopped practicing.

"Where is this?" Zhou Lang asked again.

"You were buried by an avalanche in Nine Dragons Snow Mountain. My grandfather and I rescued you back, and cured your illness with the most precious magical medicine Snow Lotus Nine Leafs."

Qiu Meng explained.

"Then who am I?" Zhou Lang was stunned, and asked after a long time: "Why did I appear in the Jiulong Snow Mountain?"

"You don't remember anything?" Qiu Meng thought, this young man was injured in the avalanche and lost his memory, right?

"Young man, think slowly."

When the old patriarch heard Zhou Lang woke up, he rushed over immediately. Seeing Zhou Lang like this, he knew that Zhou Lang might have lost his memory for a short time, so he quickly comforted him.

Zhou Lang sat up, clutching his head and remembering in pain.

He grabbed his hair, as if trying to piece together the fragmented memories in his mind.

"My name is Zhou Lang."

After a long time, Zhou Lang said that he finally remembered his name.

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