Ni Chu

Han Xian squatted beside Xiang Ye, inspecting his wound. When he saw the blue light on the little sword, his face became very ugly, and he quickly said to the pair of children behind him: "Quick, take Daddy's wound." Bring me the medicine box."

After the little sword was pulled out, Xiang Ye's chest was bleeding. Han Xian took out some brown powder from the medicine box and applied it on the wound. Instead of stopping the blood, the wound on Xiang Ye's chest was Splashes are faster.

His face was solemn, and he waited for two small bowls of blood to spurt out before he took out another white powder and applied it on the wound. After the white powder was applied on the wound, the gushing blood was contained, and gradually The pain solidified in Xiang Ye's chest.

Han Xian let out a long breath, wiped the sweat from his forehead, turned his head and said to Jing Ao: "General Xiang's injury is not serious, he can't go on his way these few days, I think you should go to the dormitory to recuperate for a few days, It won’t be too late for him to go on the road when he is better.”

"It's so good," Jing Ao, who had been terrified just now when he saw Xiang Ye's blood pouring profusely, looked at Xiang Ye who was deeply asleep and nodded, "Then thank you Mr. Han."

Han Xian's house is located on the hillside of a small hill. The house is very simple. The rough planks are spliced ​​together to form four walls. The roof is thatched on the planks. Looking at it, Jing Ao looks a little precarious even on a sunny day. I couldn't help but worry that if it was windy and rainy, the house would be swept away by a strong wind.

"The house is a bit shabby, sir, let's live comfortably for now, don't dislike the shabby," after leading Jing Ao who was carrying Xiang Ye into the house, Han Xian smiled at Jing Ao and pointed to a place where there was a pile of straw in the corner: " First offend the two of you to settle down there, and I will go collect herbs for General Xiang in the next few days."

Jing Ao smiled and nodded towards Han Xian. Since Han Xian healed Xiang Ye's wound, he found that although Xiang Ye's face was still pale, his breathing was much more even. Presumably, his life was not in danger.

At the same time they came to Han Xian's residence, in Shaping Town, several men in white were quietly looking at the men in black lying all over the ground. On the swords of these men in white, drops of blood were still flowing. The men in black were all killed by them.

Xin Ling was sitting on a straw mat, and a man in black was sitting slumped six or seven steps away from him. This man in black was the leader of the Yanyun Assassins who had led the men to hunt down Xiang Ye and Jing Ao before.

"Where did those two go?" Xin Ling lowered his head, playing with his fingers while casually said to the man in black, "Say it, I'll make your death easier."

The man in black gritted his teeth with resentment in his eyes and said to Xin Ling, "You killed so many of us, aren't you afraid that our Yanyun Assassin will take revenge on you Wuyue Sword Tomb?"

"Hahahaha," Xin Ling raised his head and laughed loudly, and said to the man in black, "You and I are the masters of each other, and we belong to opposing forces facing each other. If we don't kill you, it is impossible to cooperate with you. Based on your strengths Strength, even Xiang Ye, who has been severely injured, can't stop him, cooperating with you will only insult our Wuyue Sword Tomb, "

When Xin Ling said this, he said to the swordsman beside him with a playful smile on his face, "He doesn't seem to be interested in dying quickly. Go and tell him how we will make him sad."

The swordsman nodded slightly, and walked towards the man in black with a cold face. When he walked up to the man in black, he didn't attack the man in black immediately, but stood there and slapped the door twice.

As soon as his applause fell, another swordsman came in from outside the door. This swordsman was holding a clay tray in his hand. There was a small bottle in the tray, and several small wooden sticks were placed side by side.

"What are you going to do?" The man in black knew something was wrong when he saw the swordsman coming in with a tray. He widened his eyes in horror and roared loudly at Xin Ling: "Kill me, kill me now if you have the ability."

Xin Ling let out a sigh of relief, shook his head and said, "I really don't understand why you didn't tell us Xiang Ye's whereabouts. Anyway, if we kill him, we will kill him, and if you kill him, you will also kill him. Why bother to blame yourself?"

After that, he waved his hand to the swordsman who had picked up a wooden stick and squatted in front of the man in black and said, "Do it, he doesn't want to die comfortably, so let him feel some pain before he dies."

The swordsman nodded, grabbed one hand of the man in black, and moved the wooden stick towards the man in black's nails.

"I said, I said," the man in black saw this posture and knew that if he didn't say anything else, the wooden stick would stick into his nails without stopping, so he cried out hastily: "They're going northeast, they should It's not far to go,"

"That's smart." Xin Ling smiled slightly, stood up and walked to the door without turning back, and said lightly, "Kill him,"

The swordsman with the wooden stick in his hand nodded and stood up. With a wave of the long sword in his hand, the man in black fell limply as a cloud of blood spurted out, and the room was immediately filled with a bloody smell.

The sky was getting dark, and Xiang Ye was still unconscious, which made Han Xian feel a little uneasy. He frowned and sat beside Xiang Ye, and gently wiped Xiang Ye's forehead with a piece of soaked sackcloth. Looking at Xiang Ye's pale and bloodless face, he couldn't help shaking his head and sighing softly.

"How is General Xiang?" Jing Ao leaned behind Han Xian, looked down at Xiang Ye and asked in a low voice.

"It's not very good," Han Xian shook his head, and said in a very heavy tone: "He has been poisoned. Although I have used the method of expelling poisonous blood to expel most of the toxins for him, there are still some in his body, and He lost too much blood, if not for his strong body, he would have died long ago, whether he can wake up or not depends on himself."

After hearing Han Xian's words, Jing Ao frowned and said: "There are still pursuers behind us. If we stay here for a long time, I'm afraid it will cause trouble to Mr. I think it's better for me to leave with General Xiang overnight. To bring misfortune to Mr.

Han Xian shook his head with a wry smile, and said: "The disaster has already come, and I'm afraid I can't avoid it if I want to avoid it. When General Xiang rescued our father and son from the assassin of Yanyun, I owe him a great favor. Now It's time for me to return favors, don't you still fear disasters?"

"Yanyun Assassins," Jing Ao frowned and said, "It's them again, and they are the ones who attacked us this time, sir, what's wrong with them?"

"I know that General Xiang was injured by them," Han Xian said with a sinking face, "They want my ancestral medicine and they don't hesitate to kill my whole family. The small sword that stabbed General Xiang before can be seen to be their hands. The small sword has a name called "Zhuli Sword". This sword got its name not only because it was fired from a bamboo tube, but also The most important thing is that after it is made, the small sword needs to be soaked in the venom of Zhuyeqing for 81 days, and then smeared with the powder of nuxon seed. Ordinary people will die if they touch it. General Xiang is famous this time, stabbing him The small sword he was using may have been stored for a long time, and the poison of the nuxon has weakened a lot, so it didn't take his life."

After hearing Han Xian's words, Jing Ao was secretly shocked. He let out a long breath, and then asked as if thinking of something: "Zhuyeqing is not only found in the south, why did the Yanyun assassin who has lived in Yandi for a long time choose The venom of this snake is used to quench the sword,"

"This is the dark side of their Yanyun Assassin's heart," Han Xian turned to look at Jing Ao and said, "If Zhuyeqing's snake venom is handled properly, it won't kill people, but it will make people very uncomfortable. They found it from the south at any cost. This kind of thing is brought here so that people who are stabbed by the 'Bamboo Ridge Sword' will be tortured when they are about to die."

Jing Ao nodded with a cold face and did not speak again, but in his heart he felt a little more hatred for the Yanyun Assassin.

When Jing Ao and Han Xian were both worried about Xiang Ye, there were several small tents at the foot of the mountain. These tents formed a circle and formed a circle. One of the tents in the middle of the circle was slightly larger than the other tents. some tents.

Xin Ling was sitting in the tent in the middle, and there was a sword in front of him, a sword with a faint red light all over it, Cang Hong.

He snatched the sword from Chi Xue'e. He didn't give it to Xintu, but kept it for himself. Xintu didn't say anything about his actions. After all, there are many things that need to be done. He does it.

"Xiang Ye, even if you sneak into the ground this time, I will find you out." Xin Ling picked up Canghong, with a cruel smile on his lips, and said to himself, "I didn't want to kill you, But you killed Zhao Tong, and missed our important event. If you don’t kill you, it’s really hard to get rid of the hatred in my heart. This time, you will die if you die, or you will die if you don’t die.”

"Xin Ling," just as Xin Ling was holding a long sword and talking to himself, a person walked in. After entering, this person first looked at Cang Hong in a daze, then lowered his head and said to Xin Ling: " Our people found a hut on the mountainside, there seems to be someone in the hut, do you want to go up and have a look?"

Xin Ling closed his eyes slightly, and said to the people who came in: "Xin Hao, when we go out to do things, the most important thing to avoid is anxiety. We can go up to the hut on the mountainside at any time, and we are not afraid that the people in the house will run away. If we go up the mountain in the middle of the night , the mountain is steep, the brothers will inevitably suffer damage, you go back, we will go up the mountain to search for Xiang Ye tomorrow morning, "

Xin Hao responded, and left Xin Ling's tent backwards.

In the hut on the mountain, Xiang Ye was still unconscious, his forehead was very hot, Han Xian kept applying a wet cloth to his forehead to cool down.

Jing Ao sat at the door of the hut with his back against the wooden wall, and his eyes turned to the small tents with fires down the mountain.

His hand was on the hilt of the sword. Although he looked very tired, the nerves in his body were tense, and he was always on guard for someone jumping up from the mountain.

"General Xiang is awake," Jing Ao closed his eyes slightly, and was about to take a nap when Han Xian's joyful shout came from the room,