Tu Shanling snorted in his sleep.

Song Qian said coldly: "Tap." ”

In a trance, the doctor seemed to have soaked in ice water for thirty-nine days, and the whole person was cold.

He handed the handkerchief to Song Qian, who took it backhanded, soaked it in warm water, washed it, and then handed it to the doctor.

The two cooperated so much, and after changing a few basins of water, the smell of blood on Tu Shanling's body finally faded to the point that he couldn't smell it.

Yixiu began to give Tu Shanling medicine, he opened the medicine bottle, and thought about it, anyway, his back was full of injuries, so it would be no big mistake to evenly sprinkle the medicine powder all over his back.

The doctor plugged the cork and straightened his body, "It's all skin trauma, it has been treated, and it will scab over in half a day at most, but before that, don't move, the wound will be troublesome if it opens again." ”

Song Qian put down the curtain and handed over the consultation fee, "Thank you." ”

The doctor returned the scarf, "Don't play with anything too exciting, young and young." ”

Song Qian's face was unpredictable, he had rarely encountered such an embarrassing situation in his decades of life, and he couldn't deal with it.

The medical cultivator thought that he had guessed correctly, he shook his head and walked out, "I didn't pay attention when I was young, and I wanted to maintain it when I was old, but it was too late." ”

Song Qian explained strongly: "Not really. ”

The medical cultivator glanced at Song Qian, with a thousand words in his eyes, but a thousand words were saying, "I understand, don't explain."

Song Qian immediately stopped, personally sent the doctor out of the door, and gently closed the door of Tu Shanling's room.

He stood under the porch with his hands in his hands, looking up at the clouds floating in the sky, and suddenly a frightened whine sounded in his ears.

He frowned slightly, and when he came to Yin Xuanchen's door, the whining became clearer and clearer.

He opened the door with his hand, but saw Xia Jiang tied to a chair, Yin Xuanchen stepped on the chair, and held a dagger against Xia Jiang's neck.

Yin Xuanchen took the knife and saluted, "Master." ”

Song Qian asked Yin Xuanchen with his eyes what he wanted.

Yin Xuanchen pointed at Xia Jiang and said: "This person followed you all the way, you didn't come back, but he came back first, I'm afraid I know something terrible, I asked him, he was not honest." You say, should we cut him horizontally or vertically? Vertically, with the soft side leading the way and the hard side with the neck. ”

Song Qian's fingers hooked, and the handkerchief that blocked Xia Jiang's mouth automatically flew out and landed on the ground.

Xia Jiang's tears soared, "I really don't know, I really don't know anything." I came back first because I saw things...... It's not my responsibility, I'll be back halfway. ”

Xia Jiang was telling the truth.

Song Qian knew this, and Tu Shanling also knew it.

With the strength of the divine consciousness of the two of them, it is naturally clear who has followed and who has not.

What they are going to do really can't be known by Xia Jiang, even if Xia Jiang leaves early without interest, they will branch Xia Jiang away, just like when Wei Nianci talked about her life experience, it was Song Qian who broke him away at that time.

Song Qian: "Untie up." ”

Yin Xuanchen reluctantly loosened the tie for Xia Jiang.

Xia Jiang rubbed his arm, and the feeling of soreness and numbness actually cleared his mind a little.

He seemed to have to reassess the status of the two, and the cold master in front of him was obviously higher.

No matter how high he thought, he didn't dare to associate it with Chongguangjun's head.

He diligently poured a glass of water for Song Qian, "That Wei Nianci has been controlled by our family's doorman, but she has been saying since before that she still has something to explain to another immortal elder, you see......"

Song Qian: "Bring her over." ”

Xia Jiang rubbed his hands and said with a smile: "Yes, yes, bring her over immediately." ”

It didn't take long for the two men to escort Wei Nianci over.

Wei Nianci had already changed into prison clothes, and there was a big word "prisoner" written on the front and back of the clothes, which could be clearly seen from a distance of hundreds of meters.

When she got closer, she didn't see Tu Shanling, and began to struggle, "It's not you who I want to see!"

Song Qian showed his identity jade card, "See me." ”

What he took out was not the Song family's pass jade card, but the pass jade card of Qingjing Terrace, with his name "Song Qian" written on it.

Xia Jiang's knees weakened, and he knelt on the ground very unproductively, "Heavy Guangjun." ”

Someone stammered when Song Qian was called before, and he was teased by Tu Shanling, because when he encountered this situation again, he had no waves in his heart, "Just repeat it once." ”

Yin Xuanchen helped Xia Jiang up, and also patted the ash on Xia Jiang's knees, to be honest, he was really a little envious of Xia Jiang, and Shizun had never been so humorous to him.

How did he know that Xia Jiang didn't want such humor at all, he just wanted to cry silently for a while.

Wei Nianci probably knew the relationship between Song Qian and Tu Shanling, and the whole person relaxed, "I ......"

Xia Jiang suddenly covered his ears and shouted, "Wait, wait, I won't listen, let me go out first." ”

As soon as he finished speaking, he covered his ears and ran.

Song Qian nodded and motioned for Wei Nianci to continue.

Wei Nianci continued: "We can fool the Yao family so easily, in fact, thanks to the help of a mysterious person, he wears a mask on his face and never shows his true face, but he seems to know the affairs of each family by heart, and every point is at the key point. ”

Song Qian: "Can you have any characteristics?"

Wei Nianci frowned and pondered, "His whole person is very tightly wrapped, I didn't find any features, but his sword is very special, it is a sword with a dark body, but his sword is called chasing light, I am very impressed by this." ”

Song Qian thought of Hua Rong uncontrollably.

Since the moon was drinking, he had never seen Hua Rong again, nor had he heard the slightest news of Hua Rong.

But when he heard Wei Nianci's words, he naturally felt that this sword was Huarong's, and there was no reason.

As far as Hua Rong is concerned, his life is full of darkness, and it was Tu Shanling who led him to see the light, and he himself was the sword that chased the light.

Just as his natal spirit fan is called "Wuliang", it is Tu Shanling, and Tu Shanling is that unique existence.

Song Qian: "How tall is this person?"

Wei Nianci: "Every time we meet, this person is bent on his body, and he can't tell how tall he is. ”

Ricketizing!

Song Qian got up suddenly, his eyes lit up terrifyingly.

The thought was suddenly unsheathed, and he stepped out in one step, and the person was already outside the city in an instant.

He landed outside the gate of Yizhuang, summoned his sword back to its sheath, and stepped inside.

In Yizhuang, a middle-aged man was holding a white chrysanthemum in his hand with a puzzled face.

Song Qian: "Can you lend me a look?" ”

Seeing that Song Qian's momentum was extraordinary, the man immediately handed over the white chrysanthemum with both hands.

Song Qian took Bai Ju and frowned.

Wind and snow moon!

It's the flowers!

If you've already met, why don't you recognize it?

What does he want to do?

The middle-aged man was still muttering, "Where the hell did the thief come from, even Yizhuang stole it, and it was a mess everywhere." ”

Song Qian left a bag of silver and left with Feng Piaoxueyue.

He thought about it for a moment and put the wind and snow moon next to Tu Shanling's pillow.

Tu Shanling woke up from his sleep, and when he opened his eyes, he saw the chrysanthemum that was so white that there was no trace of impurities.

She cried out in pain: "O iniquity, such a beautiful flower has been plucked by you." ”

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