The Martial Son-in-law

"Master!"

With bursts of startled voices, the disciples quickly surrounded Zhang Chu.

Zhao Tang squatted down and carefully examined Zhang Chu's condition.

There are more than 20 wounds distributed all over the body. The deepest wound is located in the right rib, and bone can be seen.

The skin is pale, and there is no blood color at all. At the same time, Zhao Tang opens Zhang Chu's eyelids and finds that Zhang Chu's pupil has been scattered.

"Come on! Get out of here Zhao Tang immediately yelled at Zhang Chu and asked the surrounding disciples to retreat, so as not to "suffocate" Zhang Chu.

"Master, how is the leader?" A disciple asked anxiously.

Zhao Tang's eyes were solemn: "the injury is too serious, too much blood loss, coupled with a long time of mental tension, has entered a state of shock. This situation is extremely dangerous and must be sent to the hospital immediately. "

"Hall leader Chen still has pills in his hand. Go to Zhuque hall to ask for pills to heal the leader." Another disciple urged him impatiently.

Zhao Tang even shook his head: "pills have no use, the leader even lost the function of swallowing, must be sent to the hospital, let the doctor treat."

"What are you waiting for? Hurry up!" Several disciples raised Zhang Chu with all hands and feet.

At this time, Yuan Zhihong added: "when you send it to a public hospital, don't let the Qin family know."

Zhao Tang takes the crowd to carry Zhang Chu to the hospital. Yuan Zhihong stays and ends up. The morning light is shining all over the earth. Under the sunshine, the scene full of blood and body is like purgatory on earth.

Just as Yuan Zhihong's brows were locked, Li Longwu came over.

"The unknown world of practice is so cruel. People's lives are like weeds. If it's spread, I'm afraid no one will be interested in the word" practitioner ". Of course, what happened here is doomed to be born and dead, and can never be known by the world. Such a bloody event, even if it is just mentioned, is also sinful. "

"This has always been the case in the world of practice." Yuan Zhihong's answer was very easy.

"Numb?" Li Longwu asked casually.

Yuan Zhihong shrugged: "if you are in the practice world, you will be numb. Even our leader, influenced by the practice world, broke through his own bottom line again and again. Under the cover of the nest, Ann has finished her eggs? "

As for yuan Zhihong's statement, Li Longwu is noncommittal, saying: "I only care about when the world of practice and the world will be completely separated."

The subtext of this is undoubtedly to say that the next time the world of secular practice is not so lucky, it may be "driven to death.".

The reason why the world of hermit practice is so mysterious is that it has always been able to "be wise and protect oneself".

It's because it's so different from the world that it never goes beyond the level of thunder. In contrast, there is no such consciousness in the world of secular practice.

If it goes on like this, maybe there are only two worlds in time, the mortal world and the hermit world.

For Li Longwu's beating, Yuan Zhihong did not refute anything. After all, no one would like to see such a thing happen. Even Lu Ba, who had already killed himself, did not want to see the scene of life destroyed. Most of the time, the so-called superior practitioners are just pawns. Some of them just can't help themselves.

"Here, you or I?" Yuan Zhihong glanced at the battlefield.

Li Longwu wrote lightly: "I'll come and collect the corpses. I don't care whether I collect the corpses for the Lu clan or for the so-called taixuan clan."

In fact, this is not aimed at taixuanmen.

If Li Longwu wanted to aim at taixuanmen, he would not rescue Zhang Chu before, and he would not break his own rules and leave time for Zhang Chu to finish.

To put it bluntly, Li Longwu is aimed at the whole practice world.

After all, as human beings, Li Longwu can't watch so many lives fall, even if they are practitioners, not real people.

"If the hermit sect is at war with you, is your battlefield in the mortal world or in the world of hermit practice?" Li Longwu asked, looking at Yuan Zhihong's back.

"No one can say for sure what will happen in the future." Yuan Zhihong wrote lightly: "I'm just a small hall leader. You have to ask our leader about this."

Three days later

Dongzhou municipal hospital, located in the intensive care unit on the sixth floor, is sitting on the cold marble windowsill, enjoying the beautiful skyline of Dongzhou city at dusk, while eating two yuan a bag of spicy tablets, sighing from time to time, with deep eyes. I can't tell whether it's the relief after the war or the sorrow of selfishness.

Chen Teng, who was also covered with bandages, leaned aside, carrying a bottle of beer in his hand, took a sip from time to time, and sighed with Zhang Chu.

There are four beds in the ward.

The other two patients had a car accident and a serious stomach disease.

But their injuries, compared with Zhang Chu and Chen Teng, are nothing but minor. Seeing Zhang Chu and Chen Teng, both feet in the gate of death, they are eating and swallowing. At the same time, they wink at their family and press the nurse's bell.

A few seconds later, the head nurse rushed in and grabbed the spicy bar and beer from Zhang Chu and Chen Teng, which was a curse.

"You two are dying? After this kind of injury, I still eat these things! Wait. How did you two get out of bed? Eh... You two can move? "

The head nurse was stunned for a while, then rushed out of the ward like crazy, shouting "medical miracle".

For practitioners, trauma can be ignored. With their strong body and Qi, the healing speed can be described as "abnormal".

What practitioners fear most is internal injury and poison.

The former, will block the meridians, unable to mobilize Qi, leading to injury can not heal.

The latter is the same, but the blocking is more thorough.

To put it bluntly, as long as you can use real Qi, it's nothing to get hurt.

If the head nurse takes apart the bandage on Zhang Chu's body, I'm afraid she will scream on the spot, because those terrible wounds on Zhang Chu's body have already healed.

In order to avoid unnecessary sensationalism, Zhang Chu was covered with bandages and did not remove them.

Ignoring the nurse who ran out of the ward, Chen Teng took out two packages of spicy tablets from under the bed and handed them to Zhang Chu. While gnawing at them, he sighed: "headmaster, after the end of this war, we are too weak to recover in a few years. If at this time, the hermit clan comes forward, I'm afraid... "

"Don't worry." Zhang Chu shrugged his shoulders and wrote lightly: "even if we are in the peak state, even if we have gathered all the power of the secular practice world, there is only one word in front of the hermit sect, death."