Verse 3: Dreams

The black-robed man slowly raised his head with his mouth half-open, and followed the blade of the long sword to the hilt, and he saw the slender hand holding the hilt.

The hand was as white as snow, still trembling, it was Yu Meng's hand.

It turned out that after Yu Mengzhong's fist, he knew that he was unable to fight again, and when he saw Yang Ling sacrificing his life to protect him, he even had the heart of death, and he held Shuanghua tightly with his right hand and tried his best to stab out. She hid in Yang Ling's arms, and there was no warning when she took out her sword, and the black-robed man was in her hands, and she was careless for a while, and she was stabbed in the ribs by a sword.

Yu Meng knelt on one knee, leaning on Yang Ling, the blood at the corner of his mouth had slid to his chest collarbone. Her clothes were torn with two long marks, and a lot of blood was oozing from it. At this time, it was already summer, and Yu Meng's clothes were thin, and his chest was already soaked in red.

The black-robed man looked incredulous, he shook his head, holding the fish intestines in one hand and his waist and abdomen in the other, but the blood was gushing like a spring, and he couldn't stop it at all. Mu, He and other warriors were stunned, they had never seen such a situation, because their great commander had never been injured. So even though they all had the best wound medicine hidden in their arms, they had forgotten to take it out.

Yu Meng gasped, her face turned pale, she swallowed a mouthful of blood choked in her throat, and said slowly: "With the sword just now, it is exactly fifty moves." Our bet counts, doesn't it?" she smiled miserably, and her half-kneeling left foot couldn't exert any more strength, so she had to lean on Yang Ling.

At this time, the night is fading, and the morning light is faint. Mu Lu and Hesheri came back to their senses, Mu Lu stepped forward to help the black-robed man, and Hesheri pulled out his waist knife and stepped forward to kick Yu Meng. Yu Meng had no power to resist, snorted, and was kicked to the ground. Yang Ling was beside her, but the acupoint was sealed, so she could only watch as Hesheri stepped on her left chest, raised her waist knife and plunged it straight down.

"Stop!" the black-robed man shouted. Hesheri stopped abruptly when he heard this, but the scimitar was still inserted into Yu Meng's right chest about an inch. He then drew his scimitar, turned his head, and looked at the black-robed man in bewilderment.

The black-robed Renyun finger hurriedly clicked on the acupoints on the side of the waist and abdomen to seal the blood outflow, and then cut the jacket with fish intestines to tie the waist and rib wounds tightly, and then said: "Little girl, you are very courageous. He slowly walked in front of Yu Meng, and when Hesheri saw the black-robed man coming up, he hurriedly took away the foot that was stepping on Yu Meng's body.

The black-robed man stretched out his left hand, grabbed the clothes on Yu Meng's chest, and sat her up. Yu Meng's right chest was stabbed, blood flowed wantonly, and his limbs were weak, so he could only do whatever he wanted. Unexpectedly, the black-robed man leaned on Yang Ling's body, picked up the Shuanghua Sword, and put it on her lap together with the fish intestine sword in his hand.

Mu Lu asked in jerky Chinese, "What does this mean by the Grand Commander?"

"I lost, ahem, let them go. The black-robed man said while holding his right rib. His injuries were severe, and if not fatal, he needed urgent treatment.

Hesheri was dissatisfied: "Great Commander, this woman has hurt you, how can you let her go like this? You don't have to do it, I will kill her." ”

The black-robed man said angrily: "Don't you understand? How can you be untrustworthy in life?" Then he said a long paragraph in the Jurchen language, which roughly meant that the Jurchens were not wild wolves and wild dogs, and what was the difference between words and beasts if they didn't count. As soon as he had finished speaking, he departed, but Muru and Hesheri did not dare to say more, and the rest of the warriors silently closed their group, followed them, and disappeared into the morning mist in a short time.

Yang Ling condensed his strength to rush to the acupoint, and it took nearly half an hour to break through the acupoint.

"Miss Yu, are you okay?" he asked, squatting down and holding Yu Meng. Yu Meng was confused and did not agree. She was already seriously injured by the force of the black-robed man's punch, and she was stabbed in the chest by Hesheri, and the blood flowed all over the ground, and she was already groggy.

Yang Ling saw that her face was pale, and when he touched Yu Meng's forehead with his hand, he only felt extremely hot, and when he took her pulse, he was also weak and weak, as if he would stop beating at any time. Yang Ling was worried, seeing that there was still blood slowly flowing out of her chest, he hurriedly stopped the bleeding acupoint, pressed the wound with a cloth, and said in his heart: "Miss Yu, she was punched by Na Qin, and her internal injuries were extremely serious, plus she lost too much blood, so she needs to be treated immediately!"

At this time, the sky was already bright, Yang Ling put away the fish intestines, held Shuanghua in one hand, and picked up Yu Meng and walked quickly.

Yang Ling didn't know which inn Yu Meng and Mo Junyan were staying in, so he had to find one nearby. As soon as the shopkeeper of that store opened the door, he was knocked open by Yang Ling. He sat on the ground with his buttocks, and just wanted to scold, he saw that Yang Ling's clothes were full of blood, and he was still holding a woman in his arms motionless, and he didn't know whether he was dead or alive.

Yang Ling glanced at him and shouted, "Prepare an upper room for me, and then help me boil a bucket of hot water, quick!" Seeing that the little Ermu did not move, he took out a silver ingot from his arms and threw it to him, and then ran upstairs without looking back.

The little second picked up the ingot of silver, he didn't seem to believe his eyes, put it in his mouth and bit it with his teeth, and cried out in pain: "Ouch, the tooth is broken! Mom, it wasn't a dream!" He quickly got up and habitually shouted in the direction where Yang Ling disappeared: "Okay!

Yang Ling put Yu Meng on the bed and touched her forehead again, but it was already cold. He muttered, "Hot and cold, how can this be good?" Just as he was hesitating, Xiao Er outside the house had already knocked on the door with a large bucket of hot water and said, "Guest, the hot water you always want is here!"

Yang Ling opened the door, took the bucket, and was about to close the door, when the little two suddenly said: "Guest, do you want to help you find a doctor?" The best doctor in this town is Dr. Chen from Renxintang, his medical skills are really good, last time he ......

Yang Ling didn't want to listen to his nonsense, but he thought about it: "Miss Yu is extremely injured, how can the quack doctors in this town heal her." But calling a doctor is better than nothing. He waved his hand to stop Xiao Er, who was still chattering, gave him the silver and said, "Go and find him." ”

"Okay!" the little Erfei also went.

Yang Ling closed the door, walked in front of Yu Meng, and was distressed when he saw her right hand slipping under the bed. He put her hand back on the bed, and said to himself: "She still has external injuries on her body, she has lost too much blood, and she needs to take medicine in the morning, but ......"

"Miss Yu...... Miss Yu ......" Yang Ling called her twice, Yu Meng just shouldn't. Yang Ling shook his head, and had to say: "Miss Yu, the matter is urgent, it is not Yang who is light, please also ask for forgiveness." He was stunned for a moment before he stepped forward to untie her undergarment. The plasma and underwear on Yu Meng's body were condensed together, Yang Ling couldn't get rid of it, and when he tried hard, the bloody clothes pulled the flesh and skin, and immediately the pain made Yu Meng frown and hum softly.

Yang Ling had no choice but to cut her clothes with a fish intestine sword, and then dipped the cloth in hot water to melt away the dry and hard blood clots, and as soon as the water soaked into the wound, Yu Meng suddenly screamed. Yang Ling hurriedly said: "Miss Yu, please bear with me." After Yu Meng screamed, he fainted again.

Yang Ling removed Yu Meng's shirt, and the pair of cheese-like breasts that came into view were rising and falling slightly from top to bottom, and the nose smelled the bursts of fragrance emanating from her body, and her mood couldn't help but pound. Yang Ling was twenty-six years old at the time, and although he was not in love, he had never seen such a beautiful carcass. There was a fever on his face, looking at Yu Meng's pale, delicate and beautiful cheeks due to discoloration, and he unconsciously compared her with Shen Qingling in his heart: "Miss Yu's appearance and martial arts are not inferior to Miss Shen, she is bold and righteous but more lovely than Miss Shen, she ......" he thought, and slapped himself suddenly.

"You beast! Miss Yu was seriously injured in order to save you, and you actually, even took advantage of the danger of others, and thought wildly and maliciously desecrated her body!?" Yang Ling didn't dare to look at it anymore, closed his eyes and wiped the blood for her, and then applied gold sore medicine to the wound on her breast, then pulled the gauze and bandaged it.

Yang Ling didn't have any women's clothes in his bag, so he had to take out a long shirt of his own, put it on Yu Meng first, and then set a fire to dispose of the bloody clothes, and worked for most of the day.

In a short time, the mouthy little two had already attracted Dr. Chen.

Dr. Chen was about 50 years old, had a goatee, and looked like a famous doctor. After the doctor called for Yu Meng's pulse, he pondered for a long time before he said: "There is a cloud in the medical book: 'All blood belongs to the heart. The blood is also spiritual. The juice of the middle scorch, the essence of the five internal organs, is deified and turned into blood, so all blood belongs to the heart. This girl's heart and blood are broken, how can she have a spirit, and her internal organs are damaged, her liver and spleen are worried, and her illness is so heavy that it is not a medicine that can be cured. Visible blood cannot be born quickly, and invisible qi should be urgent......" He finished and shook his head.

Yang Ling didn't need him to say it, he knew that it was just a foreign injury, but it was difficult to stop the bleeding in time, so that he lost too much blood, and that Qin's punch had the power to open the mountain and crack the stone, even if he couldn't stand it, let alone Yu Meng? Fortunately, it was separated by the frost sword, otherwise Yu Meng would have been killed on the spot.

"Please also ask Childe to mourn. Dr. Chen took up the pen and prescribed some medicines to replenish qi and invigorate blood, while saying: "These medicines are just talking about personnel, alas, this girl is still so young, if she goes like this, it would be a pity." He took the consultation fee, left the medicine and left.

Yang Ling called Xiao Er with the prescription and three taels of broken silver, asked him to help get the medicine, and buy a few sets of ready-made women's clothes, and he stayed by Yu Meng's side in case Yu Meng's injury changed.

He picked up the frost sword on the table, silently pulled it out, and saw that there were cracks on the sword, and was secretly shocked: "Then Qin's skill has reached such a realm......?

He shook his head, put the sword back into the sheath, and was worried about Yu Meng's injury, and sighed: "It would be good if Miss Shen was here, if she was allowed to use the Bing Xin Tang Divine Needle, she would definitely be able to make Miss Yu get better." But this place is thousands of miles away from Jinling, and Miss Yu is seriously injured, how can she hold on?" Yang Ling thought about it, and there was no proper way.

At this time, Yu Meng suddenly asked for water, and Yang Ling hurriedly took a bowl to feed her. Yu Meng was extremely weak, she took a few sips, and fell asleep again. Yang Ling thought to himself: "Miss Yu's cultivation is Xuantian Wuji Gong, the original power of self-healing, although my internal strength is the Shaolin School, but I also know its method." I can't care about it, in short, give her some internal strength first, even if it can't be cured, it can maintain her pulse. He thought about it, picked up Yu Meng, stretched out his palm and stuck it to her vest, slowly pouring his true qi into Yu Meng's body. Unbeknownst to him, only a cup of tea was passed, and Yu Meng immediately spurted out a mouthful of purple blood.

Yang Ling hurriedly collected his strength, helped Yu Meng lie down, and made it clear: "Miss Yu's internal injuries are heavy, my internal strength is different from hers, as soon as I enter her body, I will repel her Xuantian Wuji Gong, but it will aggravate her internal injuries." How can this be a good ......?"

Yang Ling sat for a moment and thought for a long time: "Miss Yu was seriously injured because of me. It is incumbent upon me to do my best to cure her. He was about to get up, when he suddenly heard Yu Mengmeng say, "Return to the king... Pearl... Pair... Tears, hatred... No... Meet... Unmarried... Shi ......" Yang Ling was stunned for a moment, and said in his heart: "Return the pearl to the monarch...... This is Zhang Ji's "The Song of the Festival Woman", why did Miss Yu recite this poem in her dream?"

He listened to her continue: "Spring Heart... Mokko... Flowers, one inch... Acacia... One inch of gray ...... You, you're in... Do you miss her?" Yu Meng's lips squirmed, and his voice was soft and slow: "Why are you... Why... You just don't tell me, who is the person in the flute? Do you really like her?"

A tear suddenly slipped out of the corner of her eye: "Why are you scolding me? Why are you glaring at me like that...... Why... What the hell am I doing wrong......"

Yang Ling knew that these words involved Yu Meng's privacy, so he didn't dare to listen to them. When he was about to exit the house, he was suddenly stunned, because he really heard Yu Meng say: "Chongxiao, Chongxiao...... I hate you, I hate you......"

The muscles on Yang Ling's face twitched unnaturally, and he looked back at Yu Meng with a look of disbelief.

He muttered the two words: "Chongxiao...... Chongxiao ......" is like being enchanted.