A room in the Holy Land.

The appearance may seem unremarkable, and it may not be very resplendent, but every part is extremely exquisite. There are rosewood tables and chairs. On the table are placed the unique Yue porcelain of Jiangnan, three bottles with copper-green glaze, and copper

The lamp is dyed with agarwood.

On the red sandalwood table, there are some strange things, inlaid with gold and jade, placed next to them. There is a bookshelf with various classics on it, covering all three religions and nine schools.

The floor is covered with thick carpets, making no sound.

In this typical Jiangnan room, there was a chaotic flow of people, and it seemed that everyone in the room looked a little flustered.

Reflected on the shiny copper mirror was a young face that could not conceal its haggard and gloomy look. The face was pale, colorless, and unconscious.

There were candles lit in the room, which reflected the many faces around him, but they were all women.

The Qingping sword was placed next to the person on the bed, and the blood stains on it had disappeared.

Wenren sat on the bed Pingxin, stretched out his hand to touch his face, pursed his red lips, his heart was spinning a thousand times, and he was speechless and choked.

"Next!!"

The sound of running out of oil and lamp still seemed to be echoing in my ears, and he looked like he was standing on the Immortal Platform with a sword in his hand and a look of disdain.

"The meridians are damaged and the qi and blood are exhausted?"

Although she doesn't understand medical skills, people who have reached her level have a far better understanding of all aspects of the body than others. You can tell a lot by detecting the breath.

It was raining outside and there was a splashing sound.

The long night was silent and dark, with only a few dim candles flickering on and off.

Su Bei has been in a coma for a day and a night.

Mo Xingjian and others also fainted, but it was obvious that the situation was not as serious as that of Su Bei. After taking Qi and Blood Pills and recovering naturally for a period of time, they would be much better.

As early as when Su Bei fainted, he had already taken the first-grade Qi and Blood Pills. It was only then that Wenren Pingxin realized that he did not have any of the first-grade pills that Mo Xingjian had refined for him that day.

Take one.

"Senior sister, go and rest."

"..."

Shan Wulan looked at Wenren Pingxin and spoke calmly. She had just come out of Shan Wique's room.

Shan Wuque's injuries were not serious, he had already woken up, and then hurriedly came here.

This is the Holy Temple, and you can hear the discussions of the Holy Land disciples along the way, but most of them revolve around Elder Su of the Sword Sect.

His words were filled with admiration and full of respect.

Nowadays, in the eyes of the world, the Sword Sect has gradually ceased to be that Sword Sect. At least in these few battles, the swordsman's character has truly been revealed.

Wenren glanced at Shan Wulan calmly, then nodded, looked at the remaining women in the room, and said haggardly:

"You three, please follow me and let your master have a good rest..."

"..."

After saying that, he pulled Xiao Ruoqing, who had a reluctant face and misty eyes, Mo Li, whose lips were biting and turning purple, and Mo Li, who was crying with pear blossoms and raining rain, leaving the room.

The door is closed.

Shan Wulan sat beside the bed and looked at him silently.

Gently opening the corner of his mouth with his fingertips, he put a first-grade Good Fortune Pill into his mouth. Although he didn't understand why he didn't eat any of the many Good Fortune Pills he had, this Good Fortune Pill always had a broken character.

The effect of turning a cocoon into a butterfly, perhaps for Su Bei, this elixir will have the greatest effect when absorbed at this time.

Not a bad thing either.

Stroking his cheek, it seems that only at this moment does this man truly belong to you.

Her long eyelashes fluttered, feeling his even breathing, she gently leaned forward and kissed his lips with a hint of blood.

The lips and teeth are alternated and then divided.

He straightened his clothes and gently unfolded his clothes.

You can feel his warm body temperature, bit by bit, from chest to waist, to...

"Um?"

Shan Wulan's cold eyes blinked, and his breathing was a little heavy and hot.

I glanced out the window with a slight guilty conscience. The shadows of several people were still clearly imprinted on the door.

Xiao Ruoqing's voice can still be heard outside the door, seeming to be saying something:

"Queen Lin of the ancient Dongfeng Kingdom borrowed an exquisite bead from Master before. That thing has the effect of strengthening meridians. It should also have an effect on damaged meridians..."

Shan Wulan trembled slightly with his hands, like a cat doing bad things secretly, and lifted the brocade quilt on Su Bei's body.

...

Exquisite beads?!

Wen Renping was moved. It seemed that Su Bei had mentioned this thing to him that night, and if he wanted to use it, he had to wear navy blue clothes...

He raised his head, looked at the already very late sky, and said:

"Go find Donghuang now..."

Before he finished speaking, he saw a handsome man followed by a woman in phoenix embroidery hurried towards this direction.

The voice that came seemed to have a hint of urgency:

"How is Elder Su's injury?"

Wenren Pingxin smiled bitterly. Although his eyes were a little surprised, he still looked at Donghuang and said:

"It's nothing serious. I'm just worried that the damage to the meridians will cause some disease."

"..."

Ji Nanjue's expression was obviously a little heavy. She looked at the closed door, thought for a while and said softly:

"Who's in there?"

After he finished speaking, he felt that he was not from the Jian Sect, so his words were a bit rash. When he was about to explain something, Lin Jinyu beside him said:

"Although Donghuang and Elder Su have never met each other several times, they are particularly 'sympathetic' to each other, so they are a little anxious..."

"..."

It's just that I have other thoughts in my heart, so the words "sympathizing with each other" sound particularly heavy.

However, several people were immersed in heaviness and had no time to study this woman's words.

Wenren Pingxin raised her eyebrows. She didn't know that Donghuang still had friendship with Su Bei, but she looked at Donghuang with a hint of unbearability.

——How would he feel if he knew that his wife's bellyband was still in Su Bei's hands?

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"cough--"

"That's right...the ninth elder is taking care of Su Bei inside."

"..."

Ji Nanjue thought about it for a moment and looked at Wenren Pingxin:

"Elder Wenren, Ji once knew some small skills in a secret realm, which may be helpful to Elder Su's injury."

"I don't know..."

Wenren Pingxin was stunned for a moment, although she didn't think Ji Nanjue could see anything. After all, many people had checked, and it was just a damaged meridian and broken ribs.

This kind of injury, whether big or small, can easily leave the root of the disease.

But Donghuang came all the way, so he couldn’t turn him away, right?

Then he opened the door.

Creak——

Then he looked at Shan Wulan, who had a somewhat rosy face, with a strange expression.

He looked at the brocade quilt covering Su Bei's body again. It seemed as if someone had lifted it up, especially since there were wrinkles around the waist...

However, with Dong Huang next to him, Wenren Pingxin didn’t have much time to think about it and coughed lightly:

"Wulan, junior brother, are you awake?"

Shan Wulan had regained his cool look and shook his head.

For some reason, he subconsciously licked the corner of his mouth.

Mo Li raised a sneer at the corner of his mouth and looked at her like this. Shan Wulan also looked at her unwillingly.

Ji Nanjue nodded at Shan Wulan, then walked forward, followed by a group of women, sitting on the chairs next to the bed.

That hand, as slender and soft as a woman's, rested on Su Bei's wrist, imbuing it with a trace of spiritual energy.
To be continued...