Chapter 1947: Martial Arts Practice(1/2)
Let the students read it once, and Chen Xiucai explained the meaning of the scripture to them, citing many annotations. He did not respect the outstanding scholarship of the current Yan country, and even criticized it.
This may be one of the reasons why he frequently failed to make the list.
There was no sign of depression on Chen Xiucai's face, and he was meticulous in his lectures to Meng Tong.
He didn't notice that his two proud disciples were wandering around.
"injured?"
Even though he used the magic spell to transmit the sound into the secret, Yulang still lowered his voice subconsciously.
There is no way the gods will be lost in vain.
After entering the school for more than a year, the changes in the senior sister can be seen with the naked eye. She is no longer as taciturn as before, but her words are very concise.
From the words used by the senior sister, I knew that the person definitely did not land normally.
Xiao Wu nodded slightly.
"Is he someone we know?"
Yulang continued to ask, saying that his cultivation was not enough and he could not sense anything.
Xiao Wu thought for a while and nodded again.
Yulang's expression suddenly became serious.
At Qingyang Temple, they didn't come into contact with many practitioners, mainly the ghosts and gods of Jin County. As for the Yin family from Yinping Mountain, after visiting them once, they knew enough not to bother them anymore.
"Only one person? I don't know if the injury is serious... Senior sister, let's go take a look!"
Yulang is eager to try.
Not long ago, he had just broken through the sixth level of the Qi refining stage. His master allowed him to practice magic weapons, and one of them had the ability to fly.
Knowing that the man had fallen into the deep mountains behind Qingyang Temple, where the terrain was rugged and inaccessible, Yulang immediately thought of trying a new magical weapon.
Sunset is approaching.
It's time for school to end.
Yulang and Xiaowu said goodbye to their companions, walked through Qipai Village, and came to the foot of the mountain. They cast a spell to hide their bodies, and white mist rose up from their feet. They were lifted up by the mist and flew slowly toward the back mountain.
Xiao Wu is used to it.
This is the first time Yulang has flown so high with his own abilities.
Gradually, their height has exceeded the top of the mountain. Yulang has a strange look on his face, which is completely different from the feeling of being taken flying by his master.
"Over there!"
After flying for a while, we passed over more than a dozen mountain ranges, and the environment became darker and darker.
Most places in Nanshu Prefecture are covered with deep mountains and old forests.
At this time, Yulang saw a mountain from a distance. On the steep mountain wall, there was a broken old pine, which was obviously broken by a huge force.
The traces extend all the way down into the valley, with countless broken branches.
‘Whoosh!’
Yulang became more and more skilled, stepping on the mist and falling into the valley.
When you enter the valley, you feel a sense of coolness. Along with the sound of gurgling water, it turns out that there is a river at the bottom of the valley.
There was a depression in the grass on the river bank. When Yu Lang and Xiao Wu landed on the grass, they saw a man lying on his back in the weeds.
"It's him again!"
Yulang recognized him at a glance. No wonder the senior sister said that she knew him. It was actually the young man in white robe who had been rescued on the Pingjiang River when he first came to Yan State.
Back then, the young man in white robe was sealed by Xuan Bing and was seriously injured. If he had not been rescued by his master, he would have sunk into the river in the end, which would be a disaster.
Now, the young man is also wearing a white robe, which is a cassock, but the cassock is damaged in many places.
The young man in white robe was obviously seriously injured again, not much better than before.
"What's wrong with this guy?"
Yulang muttered.
Every time he meets a young man in white robe, he is always seriously injured.
In such a short period of time, I am afraid that the injury suffered by this person has not healed yet, and he is too aggressive.
Yulang remembered that last time, since the master saved the life of the young man in white robe, there might be some reason for this, so he could not ignore the situation this time.
"Sister, should we take him back to the Taoist temple and let Master make a decision?"
Yulang asked.
At this moment, Xiao Wu suddenly stretched out his hand and grabbed Yu Lang's left arm, flying back a hundred feet in an instant.
The next moment, blue water waves suddenly flashed under the white-robed young man.
There was a crash, water waves rose in the middle of the river, and a little blue light shot towards the place where they had stood.
'boom!'
Blue light explosion.
The aftermath swept through, and large areas of jungle turned into powder, and a large hole suddenly appeared in the ground.
Yulang was so frightened that he broke into a cold sweat. The young man in white robe was so seriously injured that he could actually lay such a terrible trap.
He was actually careful enough and didn't get too close to the opponent, but he almost got hit.
The white-robed young man woke up from his coma and sensed two auras next to him. He immediately wanted to activate the chaotic true energy in his body at all costs. When he caught a glimpse of Yu Lang and Xiao Wu from the corner of his eye, he couldn't help but be startled.
"Hey, you guys..."
Yulang's temperament has changed greatly, but his appearance has not changed much, and Xiaowu has almost no change.
The young man in white robe obviously still remembers them.
Yulang was shocked, patted his chest, and complained: "We still want to take you to see the master and ask the master to heal your injuries. You almost died here!"
"My injury suddenly occurred. I have no choice but to cough, cough, cough..."
The young man in white robe looked embarrassed.
The grace of saving one's life has not yet been repaid. If one kills one's savior, wouldn't it be repaying a favor with an enemy?
"Forget it, stop talking. Be careful of the energy and blood rushing back, causing more injuries. Can you move? Do you want me and senior sister to take you back?"
Yulang waved his hand and asked.
The young man in white robe hesitated, "Where are you going?"
He looked at Yulang and Xiaowu, and couldn't help but feel scared. He really didn't know how the two children avoided the Youbo Sword.
There may be protective treasures given by the teacher.
"Of course we are going back to Qingyang Temple. Master is treating people at the Taoist Temple," Yulang said.
"Qingyang Guan? Cure?"
The white-robed young man's expression moved slightly, with a look of surprise on his face, "Your master turns out to be a master of alchemy?"
He obviously misunderstood.
"Master of Alchemy?"
Yulang didn't know whether it counted, but the master's vast magical powers and superb medical skills meant that it might really be the case, so he nodded and reminded: "Your breath is getting more and more confused."
The young man in white robe knows his own family affairs.
Just now, while he was flying away, the injury suddenly broke out, and he had no choice but to use his secret skills to suppress the injury.
Due to the arrival of Yulang and Xiaowu, the restriction was triggered and his secret technique was forcibly interrupted, which made matters worse.
Meeting an alchemy master at this time was undoubtedly a God-given opportunity.
But……
The young man in white robe was hesitant, but it wasn't that he didn't trust the other party.
If he hadn't been fished out of the river by the other party last time, he would have gone to hell long ago. At worst, he would have given his life back.
The young man in white robe thought to himself that he had been running away here for so long without any enemies chasing him, so he must have been abandoned.
At least it won't cause trouble to Qingyang Temple.
"I have the audacity to ask the two Taoist priests to take me for a ride." The young man in white robe sat up and suddenly felt that the real energy in his body was showing signs of chaos again, so he reluctantly held his hands.
Yu Lang urged Bai Wu to carry the white-robed young man and himself back to Qingyang Temple.
During this delay, it was already dark, and the main hall of the Taoist temple was lit with dim lights.
"Master!"
Yulang helped the young man in white robe to walk in. He saw that the patients had all come down the mountain, but the master did not close the stall, as if he was waiting for them.
"I've met the Taoist priest."
To be continued...