Chapter 1120: Don't Run, Keep It to Give Away?

Then Xiling Lan felt that a warm and peaceful internal energy was imported into the body from the Qi Sea Acupoint, and slowly walked along the meridians, and wherever he went, the damaged meridians slowly stretched and recovered, making Xiling Lan fluttering, feeling warm and comfortable.

Jiashan controlled his internal strength, and after restoring the less seriously damaged tendons and veins of Xiling Lan, he finally reached the inner organs, where the injuries were the most serious, and the tendons and veins were blocked by congestion and broken.

Just looking at the blockage and damage, you can know how hard Xiling Lan suffered at that time, and it can still save a small life, God blesses.

If the position of the injury is a little more off, I am afraid that Xiling Lan will go to Elysium first.

Jiashan urged the internal force, slowly rushed away the blocked tendons, and told Xiling Lan: "It's going to be a little uncomfortable, bear with it." ”

Xiling Lan was originally feeling this internal strength healing, warm and comfortable, but after a while, the heart was as painful as ten thousand ants devouring the heart, and it seemed to be pierced by thousands of steels.

All of a sudden, his face turned white, cold sweat came out layer upon layer, and his clothes were soaked with sweat all of a sudden.

Yuan Xuan and Qi Ziyuan, who were in charge of protecting the Dharma on the side, looked pale and pained when they saw Xiling Lan, but they couldn't bear to bite their lips without making a sound, and immediately looked at Jiashan behind her.

Jiashan's face is not good-looking at the moment, his fair face is swelling into vermilion at the moment, and his forehead is also sweating.

Yuan Xuan and Qi Ziyuan knew at a glance that this healing wound had reached a critical moment, and they became more and more vigilant.

After about half an hour, I saw that the red on Jiashan's face had also faded, and his expression became more and more cautious, and then he started like electricity, and quickly clicked on several acupuncture points on Xiling Lan's front chest and back.

Finally, on Xiling Lan's back, he slapped it with a heavy palm.

I saw a pool of black blood spit out of Xiling Lan's mouth, and the whole person went soft and fell to the ground.

Qi Ziyuan and Yuan Xuan immediately snatched out, and one of them helped Xiling Lan up.

Looking at her face, the bruise spit out, not only was her face not more ugly, but there was a trace of blood, and she knew that the healing was quite smooth.

Jiashan worked hard for a long time, tired and half dead, and he was also weak for a while, and he sat there for half a day and couldn't move.

I thought that the two guys would always have someone to help them, but I didn't expect the two of them to look at themselves without looking at them, and they all paid attention to Xiling Lan's injury.

Even Jiashan, whose heart is like a mirror and has nowhere to stir up dust, has a little bit of a bad feeling in his heart.

Qi Ziyuan also kicked him with his toes: "Your legs are numb?" ”

Jiashan's first reaction was to shake his head: "How is it possible, think of my Buddhist disciple, zazen is the first to learn, sit for ten days and half a month will not be numb legs--"

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by Qi Ziyuan: "Fill the water bladder and set off immediately." ”

Xiling Lan, who felt that she was much better, Yuan Xuan, who was happy for her, and Jia Shan, who had never come back to her senses at all, all looked at Qi Ziyuan inexplicably.

Qi Ziyuan couldn't wait to grab the ground with his head, but he looked at the yellow sand on the ground and held back: "Didn't you stinky monk say that my master's evil spirit had passed by here?" According to my inference, he must not be far from here, and now that Xiling Lan's injuries are half healed, why don't you hurry up and escape, stay here and give away people's heads? ”

The words reminded everyone, Yuan Xuan especially thought of a certain possibility, and immediately his face changed.

Xiling Lan looked at him in surprise.

Yuan Xuan quickly took off the water bladder from the saddle and filled it with water, and replied: "Santo and his party must pass through this place to escort the return gift, and there are no traces of a fight or corpse here, so there is a possibility, Santo will take him back to the camp." ”