"Don't worry, just practice with the jade flute for a while."

Bai Ze comforted.

Jiang Qingwan bowed slightly, did not speak again, and quietly waited for Xiao Si to breathe.

The night passed.

Early the next morning, Xiao Si opened his eyes, and a look of joy appeared on his face: "Finally pranayama!" Let's move on! "

"Hmm!" Jiang Qingwan bowed slightly, and the hand that took out the jade flute was slightly sweaty, and she had never used the jade flute to control the parasitic grass before, so she didn't master this technique for a while.

Jiang Qingwan took a deep breath, put her finger on the muzzle of the flute, and played slowly.

Jiang Qingwan's playing speed was extremely slow, but the waves transmitted by the flute were extremely vast and majestic.

With the sound of the flute, the nearby trees instantly became violent, and the branches of the trees swayed wildly, looking particularly permeating.

Xiao Si's face changed suddenly, and he hurriedly used his internal qi to resist the terrible coercion, and his pale face was full of frightened expressions.

Jiang Qingwan played the flute while constantly instilling internal qi into the jade flute, and the momentum emitted by the jade flute gradually increased, and Xiao Si only felt that the blood in his body was boiling with the powerful momentum.

The parasitic grass struggled and refused to leave the dantian's position, and under Jiang Qingwan's control, its strength became stronger and stronger.

Xiao Si's skin began to swell, his face began to redden, and his forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat, and the whole person looked extremely painful.

"Ahh

Xiao Si let out a painful cry, his body fell back sharply, and he fell to the ground, his whole body was lying on the ground, his face became pale as paper, and a trace of blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth.

Jiang Qingwan's flute sound slowed down, but the attack power of the flute sound did not weaken, and it was still constantly washing the parasitic grass in the black-clothed body.

The parasitic grass seemed to sense this powerful momentum, and the range of struggle became more and more intense, Xiao Si only felt that the internal organs in his body seemed to be bursting, and the intense pain made Xiao Si's face become more and more pale, and beads of sweat from beans kept flowing down.

"Little Four!" Jiang Qingwan was frightened when she saw this, and hurriedly ran over and helped Xiao Si up, seeing Xiao Si's appearance, Jiang Qingwan's face flashed with anxiety.

"I... I'm fine! Xiao Si said weakly.

Jiang Qingwan glanced at Xiao Si, and saw that Xiao Si was fine, so she relaxed a little, but her face also became solemn, it seemed that the backlash of the parasitic grass was too powerful, and it actually hurt his vitality.

Although Xiao Si said that he was fine, his face was pale, and fine cold sweat continued to break out on his forehead.

Jiang Qingwan hurriedly fed Xiao Si a few pills, and as soon as the pills entered his throat, Xiao Si suddenly felt much more comfortable.

"Senior Sister Qingwan, I'm fine, it's just that the consumption is too great!" Xiao Si shook his head and said, his face showing a little shame.

"It's okay, you better hurry up and breathe." Jiang Qingwan said, fed a few more pills, and then helped Xiaosi lie down on the stone slab.

Jiang Qingwan put her hand on Xiao Si's back, and a soft and warm current poured into Xiao Si's body, dispelling the burning sensation in his body.

Jiang Qingwan stood at the entrance of the cave with the jade flute, very dazed, and didn't know whether to continue.

If she continues like this, it is very likely that Xiao Si will die.

After all, the parasitic grass has occupied his body, the power of the parasitic grass is too huge, Xiao Si's consciousness is no longer in his body, his dantian and the parasitic grass are entangled, and the parasitic grass is eroding Xiao Si's body.

Jiang Qingwan was not sure if she would succeed if she would succeed, if she succeeded, Xiao Si would most likely be completely devoured by the parasitic grass, this result was something that Jiang Qingwan could not afford anyway, and she would never allow it to appear.

Seeing Jiang Qingwan's hesitation, Xiao Si also guessed Jiang Qingwan's scruples, gently patted Jiang Qingwan's shoulder, and comforted: "Senior Sister Qingwan, you don't have to think so much about me, you can rest assured to do your thing, I can support it!" I really don't want to go wrong, if I really fail, please kill me..."

Jiang Qingwan looked at Xiao Si's tenacious and unyielding gaze, sighed and said, "Don't worry, I will never let you have an accident!" ”

Jiang Qingwan walked out with the flute, sitting cross-legged on the stone slab, her eyes slightly closed.

The moment the flute sounded, all the surrounding trees danced wildly, as if they were dancing together to the rhythm of the flute, and the scene was extraordinarily spectacular, making Jiang Qingwan's eyes widen.

She tried hard to concentrate on using the flute to control the plants to do some increasingly difficult movements, but every time she failed, and in the end, Jiang Qingwan could only give up, constantly adjusting her mentality, trying to adjust her mentality, and not letting the flute affect her judgment.

With Jiang Qingwan's efforts, the sound of the flute continued to become stronger, and the surrounding woods began to tremble, as if they were affected by the sound of the flute, constantly swinging their bodies.

I don't know how long it took, Jiang Qingwan felt that her head was about to explode, beads of sweat the size of beans had appeared on her forehead, her breathing began to become heavy, the green tendons on her forehead were prominent, and the whole person looked very embarrassed.

Jiang Qingwan stopped the flute and gasped for breath, her eyes full of tiredness.

After this toss, Jiang Qingwan's face became extremely pale, and her lips did not have the slightest blood, like fallen leaves in the wind.

"Don't worry, it's already very good that your realm can be controlled to this extent."

Bai Ze's voice suddenly appeared in Jiang Qingwan's ears, and Jiang Qingwan was stunned: "It's too slow, it's still too slow." ”

Bai Ze was silent for a moment, and while practicing seriously, Jiang Qingwan also began to continue practicing, and a month passed in the blink of an eye, and Jiang Qingwan gradually mastered the art of playing the flute, not only that, but she could also use the sound of the flute to control the attack power of the parasitic grass, thereby alleviating the pain of Xiao Si, it can be said that Jiang Qingwan has mastered all the skills in the art of playing the flute.

In the past month, Xiao Si's face has become much more ruddy, and his complexion has also improved a lot.

"Senior sister, let's officially take out the parasitic grass, I think my physical condition can withstand it!"

After Xiao Si finished speaking, he stood up from the stone slab.

"Good!"

Jiang Qingwan nodded, her wrist flipped over, the flute spun rapidly, and a melodious flute sound suddenly echoed in the valley.

There is a wonderful power in the sound of the flute, which makes people feel refreshed and happy, as if their negative emotions have disappeared.

Jiang Qingwan's voice was crisp and pleasant, like a yellow warbler coming out of the valley, which made Xiao Si feel in a trance after listening to it, and a restless heart calmed down.