The Mingling Seven Swords were still a little reserved when they withdrew from Anrenfang, but when they retreated to Kaihuafang, they were already a little unable to hold on.
Although the sword hole on Luo Moyun's shoulder was transparent from front to back, she would not lose her life. However, the wound on Han Lichen's back was too large to stop the blood and had fainted at this time.
Seeing the wound still bleeding, including Luo Moyun on his hand, all the practitioners of the Mingling Sword Sect were so anxious that they were about to cry.
Finally, he shouted to open a medicine shop door, but the shopkeeper saw the wound on Han Lichen's back and his face turned pale. He shook his head desperately and said that only the largest clinic in Xuanyifang could save such wounds.
Even if an ordinary clinic has sutured the wound, it is impossible to ensure that the wound does not ulcerate or worsen.
After saying that, the shopkeeper tried hard to close the shop door, fearing that Han Lichen would die directly in his shop.
"How can this be supported by Xuanyifang?"
Mingling Six Swords began to tremble all over.
Not to mention that the wound cannot stop the blood and cannot hold on to Xuanyifang. Even if we barely arrive at Xuanyifang, it is hard to say whether there are people in the clinic who can suture the wound and apply medicine to stop the bleeding.
Just when the Six Gods were in control, a white cloth bag suddenly fell from the night sky.
It seemed that they were afraid that they wouldn't know what was in the white cloth bag, and there were two words written on it, which hurt the medicine.
I don't know who threw it.
Can't sense it at all.
But the Mingling Six Swords were like a drowning person who saw a life-saving straw and had no time to think about it.
The person closest to the white cloth bag seemed to be afraid that others would grab it, so he rushed up and picked up the white cloth bag and opened it. There was a small wooden jar inside.
The small wooden jar was black and like a ball of black mud, with a very pungent smell.
At this time, he could only treat the dead horse as a living horse. Ming Ling's six swords placed Han Lichen flat on the ground, with his back facing the sky, and quickly applied medicine.
Really useful!
Suddenly, the six swords of Mingling all cheered.
This medicine is very magical. When applied, the wound contracts and stops bleeding. Even if the wound is not sutured, as long as the bleeding can be stopped, you will not lose your life if you find someone to suture the wound.
Ming Ling's Six Swords all breathed a sigh of relief and sat on the ground, wanting to laugh but can't.
It was not until this time that they suddenly realized that the sword on their bodies had disappeared.
The Seven Swords of Mingling have no swords.
A sword on his body disappeared.
I just relaxed and sweated all over, but at this time the six people who were awake were sweating all over again.
"Where is the white crane?"
At this moment, Luo Moyun, who was scraping a little medicinal paste from the bottom of the small wooden jar, found that the white crane that had been following them had disappeared.
This white crane has no effect on the enemy, and cannot help them guard or observe the enemy situation. They have been fed since childhood and like to follow them.
But this white crane looks good. With such a white crane following you, you always look a little different from that of an ordinary swordsman.
If the sword is lost, it is because the sword doesn’t know how to follow them, but the Baihe knows that the Baihe is following them. Where has the Baihe gone?
...
In Yankangfang, a white shadow jumped on the ground, as if a white goose was running.
Suddenly he rushed up to the roof again, suddenly he crossed the courtyard wall, and finally ran to the yard of Mingyue Pavilion.
A click.
Hei Tuantuan threw a white crane to the side of the old Taoist Chongqian who was sitting in the yard for midnight snacks.
Leaving the white crane, Hei Tuantuan hedged against the old Taoist Qian, "Eat the crane tomorrow."
The old Taoist Chong Qian couldn't help but curse, "You black-haired beast, can you eat this thing? What did you catch it and throw it over?"
Hei Tuantuan was dissatisfied and stretched out his claws to illustrate, "Isn't this thing just a big bird, why can't you eat it?"
Chongqian was speechless, "You can eat it, but who did you see eating cranes in the Taoist sect? This thing looks auspicious, and eating it is a bit of a sin. And you obviously have the origin of this thing."
Hei Tuantuan was happy and said, "So you have never eaten it, why don't you try it? Half roast and half stew it? It doesn't matter if you come from the wrong way. Just burn the white crane hair with a handful of fire. After eating it, who cares what kind of bird it is."
The old Taoist Chongqian thought about it, and pondered for a while and said, "Then let the little man girl deal with it, wash it and dry it, and half of it first use some ingredients to brine it."
Hei Tuantuan immediately stretched out his claws and gestured, "Okay."
In its opinion, this bird must eat it.
Who told these unsatisfactory places to dare to go to Anrenfang to show off their power and show their power? How could they do it without giving them some lessons? What's more, it has never eaten this kind of dish made by Baihe?
Sparrows and quails have been eaten, but the birds should still be big.
...
Hua Linyi, a fifth-grade master, and her classmates are now squatting on the wooden building pile of the cultivation center like a group of quails.
There were several midnight snacks in front of them, one of which was a steaked bird egg.
This kind of food is very ordinary for these children of officials, but fortunately I can pass the time, chat for a while and eat one or two, and drink some tea. The long night is not long.
It's not considered a loss.
At least I felt the power of the eighth-grade monk taking action in a yard.
When the old monster Cui's thunder was hit, it was quite scary. Half of the market was bathed in dazzling white light, which made them a little unable to sit still.
But I soon heard the news came back.
Gu Liubai has nothing to do.
On the contrary, there was a remnant of Zhuang's clerk who practiced some evil methods and achieved the eighth grade of cultivator who just died in Anrenfang.
Another eighth rank hidden in the Tang Dynasty was missing.
The group of girls seemed to be stained with thunder and their bodies were a little numb.
After all, I was at the scene of the eighth grade fall, right?
After tonight, when facing other classmates, you can say very arrogantly, do you know that when the thunder was hit, we were in Anrenfang. When the eighth-rank died in Anrenfang, we were not far away.
Hua Linyi couldn't help but mutter, "This old monster Cui is really useless. It's better to just slash the sword shop or this cultivation center than to slash thunder, so that you may still gain some benefits tonight."
Her classmates all thought it made sense.
In fact, what Hua Linyi didn't know was that she had a very good relationship with Mr. Cui at this time.
At this time, Old Monster Cui did feel a strong remorse in his heart. If he had known this, it would be better to let Zhuang Ruyu approach the sword shop and hit the sword shop directly after falling thunder.
But he immediately abandoned the idea.
With his identity as he did, he didn't try to kill Gu Shiwu directly but exploded a shop. It was really embarrassing to his grandma's house.
Hua Linyi and a group of classmates discovered that there were more people around the sword shop and the Xiushu.
They all appeared from all over the streets and alleys.
Everyone who came here was holding swords.
It turns out that Gu Shiwu actually planted so many practitioners in Anrenfang?
So many sword masters?
Hua Linyi was stunned. Even though she knew Gu Liubai was powerful, she couldn't figure out what trick he had. When she arrived in Chang'an, she could actually create so many practitioners to help him guard An Renfang.
But in a flash, she realized that the swords these people were carrying did not seem to be their own sword.
People who came here one after another placed the sword in their hands at the door of the sword shop.
At this time, An Gui and a few of the sword shop staff were already smiling and receiving and registering there.
Several of Hua Linyi's classmates did not know Gu Liubai enough, and they immediately became confused, "Ms. Pei Er's sword shop will be opened tomorrow morning, and the sword will only be in stock tonight?"
But they also have common sense after all. How could this purchase come one by one at a time? Thinking of Gu Shiwu's previous style in Pei's Mansion, they also instantly woke up, "This is the sword removed from the hands of the people who came to An Renfang tonight?"
Hua Linyi looked at them with some depression and said, "Can there be a second reasonable explanation?"
Her classmates were immediately indignant, "There are so many people who want to deal with Gu Shiwu tonight? That is definitely not a matter of one or two. So many families are bullying Gu Shiwu, so don't feel ashamed?"
Hua Linyi nodded, "These people are indeed overdoing it, but it seems they weren't they bullying Gu Shiwu tonight?"
These indignant classmates were stunned.
It seems that's true.
Gu Shiwu set fire to other people's shops and houses.
Gu Shiwu killed the other party’s eighth grade.
I was struggling with so many people coming to attack An Renfang and bullied Gu Shiwu, but after doing it for a long time, I came to deliver the goods.
...
Scattered practitioners withdrew from Anrenfang.
In fact, after learning that the private army of the Cui family in Boling was blocked at the gate of the yard, these practitioners knew that they should try not to fight with people in Anrenfang tonight.
The seventh-grade person cannot intimidate such an armored army, and there is definitely an eighth-grade magical power.
When the thunder of old monster Cui reappeared, and Gu Shiwu's death did not come, these practitioners knew that the show tonight had been finished.
Cultivators of the fifth grade, sixth grade or even seventh grade are indeed always supporting roles in Chang'an, but their money bags and swords are left behind. Even if they have the opportunity to buy them back, they will be somewhat lonely when they leave.
Especially the direct practitioners of the Cui family of Boling and Cui family of Qinghe, I only felt that the stars tonight were particularly dim.
Changsun Wuji looked at An Renfang from afar and sighed.
What happened tonight has nothing to do with him, but when he saw the real rise of a young junior and thought about the young man's spirit when the sword was spread out tomorrow, he seemed to have grown older when he thought of his own youth.
A strategist behind him has been following him for many years.
At this time, the strategist asked softly, "Do you want to show kindness to him?"
Changsun Wuji shook his head.
The rise of green eyes has become inevitable.
The prosperity and decline of the Changsun clan is already a certain number.
After he left this world, if he still wanted to force the Changsun clan to maintain his previous power, then the ending that would be Lin Fu would be like Lin Fu.
And if this green eyes were bound to Changsun, then Li would no longer tolerate his growth.
So it's better to let it go.
Chapter completed!