It was not the turn of the glutinous rice to carefully entangle whether it was time to rush out, and the stone queen suddenly swelled up a sword qi and rushed straight into the sky, splitting a slender gap in the immortal mist that had been shrouded in Qingquan Peak. At this moment, the void immortal mist was cut off by Qi Brush as if it were an entity. The pale moonlight mixed with cyan sword qi instantly split into countless thin sword qi, rushing left and right in the sky.

Nuomi was so frightened that she held her head and shrank behind the boulder, trembling.

This is not a scene she can handle, with her small body, as long as she touches a little sword qi, she will be stirred into a ball of minced meat.

The sound of shreddling on the other side of the wasteland was so constant that it was impossible to distinguish the sound in the middle. Finally, those voices were lowered, and even the sword qi calmed down, and Nuomi was bold and carefully stretched out his head.

The immortal mist shrouded on the peak had already gathered together again, completely blocking the moonlight that was falling down.

Nuomi saw that the head had calmed down, and it also darkened, and she couldn't help but worry about Qingyin Zhenren. She hesitated for a long time, but finally gritted her teeth and came out from behind the stone. She was only halfway through when she heard a faint moan. On the other side of the barren grassland, the long figure of the man in black has long been gone.

It was so dark that I could barely see it. Nuomi whispered twice to his uncle, and he didn't know if Qingyin Zhenren heard it, but the moaning was a little louder.

She hurried over. The strong smell of blood choked her and made her want to vomit.

Qingyin Zhenren fell in the middle of the barren grassland, the fairy mist was too dignified, and Nuomi couldn't tell whether there was blood dripping under him, but the fishy sweet smell lingering between his noses seemed to remind people of the tragic situation that had just happened.

Glutinous rice was originally cautiously leaning over, but was immediately startled by the terrifying situation, and quickly knelt next to Qingyin Zhenren. Qingyin Zhenren had long forgotten that he had had mixed with such a disciple as Nuo Mi, he struggled to glance at it, only to vaguely see that the person next to him was wearing the clothes of a disciple of Qingquan Peak, and he seemed to be relieved.

"You...... You...... Calling, calling people......"

That's only half the story. As soon as his spirit relaxed, Qingyin Zhenren's consciousness immediately became confused.

He fainted. It scared the glutinous rice a lot.

"Uncle Ancestor, Uncle Ancestor......"

Nuomi reached out and pushed Qingyin Zhenren. She was scared and worried, but she didn't dare to push hard. When I touched it, my hands were stained with wet and slimy blood.

But this push. The glutinous rice was a little relieved. Qingyin Zhen's body was still wet and hot, and his breathing fluctuated shallowly, but he was unconscious. After reassuring, I was a little overwhelmed. Qingyin Zhenren asked her to call someone, but she didn't know many people in this mountain gate. It's just a little familiar. It's just some outer disciples, and they can't help if they want to. She was afraid that the man in black would turn back, and she felt that she shouldn't have walked away.

She had just reached out in the darkness, and her palms were covered with slimy blood, as if they were still pouring out of the torn wounds. If she leaves her uncle and ancestor alone, she can't wait for her to bring someone back, and she will lose her life due to excessive blood loss.

After panicking for a long time, Nuomi remembered to stop the bleeding for the other party first.

Although she has never formally studied medicine, she can be regarded as a medicine refining boy. On weekdays, I always listen to the gossip of the senior brothers. She often reads some secular medical books and prescriptions, and she knows more or less these common senses. There was no time to hesitate at the moment, so he hurriedly ripped off his coat and robe, and pressed it on Qingyin Zhenren.

But the surrounding environment was too dim, except for the hazy moonlight in the sky illuminated by the fairy mist, there was no light source. Nuomi squatted next to Qingyin Zhenren, and he couldn't see where the injuries on his body were. The smell of blood lingered, but it made people feel that Qingyin Zhenren was covered with lacerations all over his body, and blood gushed out.

"Light Light Light ......"

Glutinous rice muttered quietly, and she became anxious. Touch it up and down. Suddenly, there was a small cloth bag hanging from his waist, which contained spirit stones. Those spirit stones are usually inconspicuous, but in this dark night, the faint spiritual light is enough to illuminate. She quickly took out all the spirit stones. All fell to the ground on one side, and then carefully looked at Qingyin Zhenren.

Qingyin Zhenren's face looked extremely blue and ugly under the aura. He was originally a thin Taoist, but now that he looks at it, he is even more miserable. Nuomi couldn't be afraid, and in a panic, he found the wound on the other party's body, and pressed the gushing blood with his clothes.

The blackened wound didn't look like a sharp blade. It looks like the traces left by some fire or thunder weapon. But at this time, there is no room for glutinous rice to think about it again.

If there is any medicine at this moment-

Thinking about it like this, Nuomi remembered the medicine that her uncle gave her. It's just that she has been hiding the medicine in the room and has not brought it with her at all. She is young and inexperienced, not very bold and well-behaved, and she can't think of turning it over on Qingming Zhenren for a while, so she only makes herself so anxious that she is sweating.

As soon as people are in a hurry and their minds go blank, all kinds of strange thoughts will come to mind.

Thinking about the wound medicine here, Nuomi immediately remembered that the little black ball in his body was not medicine. Every day when she meditated and practiced, she had to look at the medicinal buds on the little black ball one hundred and eighty times, and she had already recognized the appearance of the eight little buds. Because those small buds are just ordinary medicinal materials in the world, they are not precious and rare at all, and they are recorded in ordinary medical books. He remembered that one of the small sprouts was actually a mint seedling, which was the effect of stopping the bleeding.

If you can take out the herbs in your body, you might be able to use them.

But when she thought about it, the mint was only knuckle high, and there was only one. Even if it can be taken out, this mint is not an elixir, just a little bit of it will not have any effect at all. I was frustrated again.

She was thinking about it, and the dantian suddenly felt a faint pain.

The pain was like a dantian suddenly being pricked by a needle, and when she reacted again, the pain would have disappeared long ago.

Glutinous rice now wants to press the whole person to Qingyin Zhenren to help stop the bleeding, where do you have the spare time to pay attention to the sudden pain, only regard it as an illusion, and directly ignore the past.

The reaction inside the mountain gate was faster than Qingyin Zhenren imagined.

It was probably because the sword qi released by Fang Cai Qingyin Zhenren was too quiet, and it had already alarmed the monks in charge of guarding the mountain gate. The clothes on Nuomi's hands were not yet half soaked, and there was already a streamer in the sky.

More than a dozen blinding red rays of light made people's eyes faint. Nuomi raised her elbow to block it, and looked up blankly, just in time to see more than a dozen monks jumping down from the flying magic machine. Those monks were wearing the clothes of the inner disciples of Qingquan Peak, and they couldn't see the cultivation at once, but they looked at the grandfather who was old enough to be glutinous rice. In a hurry, Nuomi glanced at it and only recognized the steward of the punishment hall, Jingyi, a real person.

The flying mages were suspended in the air, not retracted, and served as a tool for lighting.

The leading monk glanced at the ground, frowned, and asked, "What's going on?" ”

None of the people standing behind him could clearly answer the question.

It wasn't until the two monks squatted down to check on the situation of Qingming Zhenren that Nuomi slowly realized that what she said before was asking her, and then she slowly let go and told her all about the situation just now. She hadn't seen it all, and she was frightened, and she spoke slowly. As he finished speaking, he didn't see the leader monk impatient, but his brows furrowed even deeper.

"You are a disciple of Qingquan Peak?"

"Yes. I—I'm working in my sister's medicine garden......"

Nuomi raised the robe in his hand. But the clothes were stained with blood, and they were crumpled again, and they couldn't see their original appearance at all. The leading monk quietly took a step to the side, waved his hand, and said, "Take it back, lock it up first." ”

Immediately someone reached out to grab the arm of the glutinous rice. Glutinous rice instinctively shrunk, and obediently settled down, and quickly put the small pile of spirit stones on the ground back up, and let the other party lead her up.

"Uncle Ancestor ......"

She looked back worriedly at Qingyin Zhenren, who was lying motionless on the ground. I saw that the other party's chest was still rising and falling low, although it was a little hurried, but it was still stable. Qingyin Zhenren's wound had been covered with a layer of wound medicine, and there was no blood gushing out of the wound. There are no signs of life-threatening anymore.

In addition, there are several high-level monks around Qingyin Zhenren, and they are all affiliated to Qingquan Peak, so they will not lack injury medicine in the future. Glutinous rice also breathed a sigh of relief and obediently followed those people.

This was the first time she had used a flying magic weapon, but she didn't expect this to be the case.

Glutinous rice was carried by the arm, stepped on the flying sword and flew in the air for a while, and when she was still dizzy, she was already thrown into a small room that was opened independently. There seemed to be someone guarding the door, but the only window in the house was open as high as the roof, and the glutinous rice couldn't reach it when it grew up, so I could only look at the hazy moonlight from the small window and be alone in a daze.

In this place, it is naturally impossible to meditate and practice.

She thought about what happened to her uncle and ancestor, and thought about the identity of the man in black, and after a while, she became confused.

I slept very well this night.

It's just that there are many dreams at night, the light is bizarre, and the last scorching sword qi lingers in the dream. She was originally an ignorant age, longing for absolutely powerful power. That spiritual pressure was so powerful and monotonous that she couldn't even seriously experience it. But the sword aura released by Qingyin Zhenren was domineering and gorgeous, and her little heart was suddenly completely filled with sword qi.

By the time Nuomi woke up when she heard the knock on the door, it was already early the next morning. (To be continued.) )

PS: It's on the shelves, it's on the shelves! (Ecstatic and anxious as he waits for the first order to come out......