Ye Dusheng wiped the blood around the wound with Jun Qingmo's coat, and then used his internal strength to help Jun Qingmo adjust his breath, while picking up the silver needle and stabbing it at Jun Moqing's body.

"How did you survive this injury when it cracked in the past?" Ye Dusheng asked.

Although this injury is not fatal, it can make people feel pain all over their bodies, life is worse than death, and it takes a lot of perseverance to get through.

In the original plot, Jun Qingmo did not have this injury behind him, presumably Jun Qingmo should have found a way to recover by himself. It's just that even if the master is here, it will take months for this injury to recover.

Therefore, even if Jun Qingmo found a way to recover, he should have experienced countless painful tortures caused by his wounds.

"My mother is waiting for me to come home, and she has only me in her world. For this reason, no matter how much pain I have, I can grit my teeth and get through it. Jun Qingmo thought of his mother, his eyes showed rare tenderness, and he couldn't help but say to Ye Dusheng.

Hearing Jun Qingmo say this, Ye Dusheng's needle-piercing hand paused, and then said with a smile, "With a son like you, your mother must be very happy." ”

"Happiness...... I'll make her happy. Jun Qingmo continued. Everything he insisted on and everything he did was to let his mother Yu Lin'er live a happy life.

After a while, Ye Dusheng took off the silver needles one by one, took out a few small porcelain bottles and a packet of medicinal powder from his arms, mixed the medicinal powder into one of the porcelain bottles, and glanced at Jun Qingmo's wound, Ye Dusheng showed a smile.

Ye Dusheng shook the porcelain bottle, so that the medicine in the porcelain bottle and the medicine powder in the paper bag fused together. After feeling that it was about the same, Ye Dusheng took off the stopper of the porcelain bottle and sprinkled the medicinal powder inside evenly on Jun Qingmo's wound.

"He is worthy of being an apprentice of Bai Chou." Jun Qingmo looked at the blue sky and praised, his cold voice was obviously much more powerful than Fang Cai.

How serious is this injury Jun Qingmo himself cleared, originally let Ye Dusheng heal just out of helplessness, but he didn't expect that after Ye Dusheng's needle, his whole body gradually recovered.

"Falsely praised." Ye Dusheng smiled and continued to wipe the new black blood from his back with Jun Qingmo's coat, "It's just that Childe's clothes may be scrapped." ”

"No problem." Jun Qingmo lowered his eyes, glanced at the sword on the side with his residual vision, and said lightly.

The wind is blowing with a hint of coolness, although it is almost spring now, but the temperature has not yet risen, and those who practice martial arts are naturally not afraid of the cold.

But Jun Qingmo's physical strength had just recovered, and he was naked again, seeing this, Ye Dusheng couldn't help asking, "Is Gongzi cold?" ”

"It's not cold." Jun Qing Mo said.

"Well, it's good if it's not cold. I don't have any clothes to wear when it's cold. Ye Dusheng said as he tore the hem of Jun Qingmo's coat into strips and used it as a bandage to bandage Jun Qingmo's wounds.

"......" Jun Qingmo was silent.

Because Jun Qingmo's injury was on the back, when bandaging the wound, Ye Dusheng naturally had to bypass Jun Qingmo's chest.

Touching Jun Qingmo's chest, which was also covered with scars, Ye Dusheng's peach blossom eyes gradually deepened, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

Bandaging the wound, Ye Dusheng glanced at Jun Qingmo's blood-stained underwear. It's better to be dirty than to wear nothing.

Just as he was about to put on the underwear for Jun Qingmo, Jun Moqing took the underwear and got up to put it on himself.

Ye Dusheng also stood up, took out a porcelain bottle from his arms, poured out a pill, and handed it to Jun Qingmo, "Take it." ”