At the same time, Ke Changqing didn't dare to slack off, and in the flash of light, a begonia jade pendant broke through the air and went towards Wen Xi'en's arm at a very fast speed.

With a slight sound, a column of blood spurted out, and Wen Xien's snow-white clothes were stained with a little blood, like a plum, like a red bean, and then his arm hung down softly.

Ke Changqing flew away, hugged the thin body that fell down with a bang when he didn't see it clearly, and hugged it tightly in his arms.

The terrifying Demon Sect Leader knelt heavily on the blood-stained stone path, stained with a piercing scarlet.

Only when the hot blood is really sprinkled on the skin will there be the ultimate realism and irrepressible grief for death.

The people of the Demon Sect all gathered around, and before they could get closer, they only heard a faint cry from the spring breeze.

Ke Changqing knelt on the ground for a long time, and there was a row of people kneeling around him, Hao Guang called a few sect leaders, but he didn't get a response, so he kneeled forward, took Jingchen out of his arms, and immediately wrapped the wound on his throat with a handkerchief.

Ke Changqing raised his head and followed Wen Xien's figure.

Only then did Hao Guang see how miserable the sect leader's face was-

His eyes were terrifyingly blood-red, his sockets were red, and the mottled bloodstains on his face seemed to be extremely frightened and cold, like a lonely trapped beast, his body couldn't help trembling, his eyes were so helpless, like a child abandoned by his relatives, without the dignity and majesty of the world.

Hao Guang just wanted to help Wen Xien bandage his wounds, after all, Ke Changqing's current condition didn't look like he could take care of others.

But Hao Guang didn't even warm up the person, he was pushed away by Ke Changqing, and Hao Guang retreated silently after being pushed away.

"Call a doctor."

Ke Changqing hugged the person in his arms tightly, word by word, speaking slowly and calmly, sonorously and powerfully, raising his hand to wipe off a drop of blood on Wen Xien's cheek, Ke Changqing returned to normal, and there was nothing else except the terrible tremor of his hands.

The wound on the throat is indeed not very deep, but as the breathing and bleeding does not stop, the white handkerchief is stained through, and it is very scary to look at, and his life hangs by a thread.

Ke Changqing was shocked, pushed away the doctor who was covered with cold sweat, picked up the bottles and gauze, turned back, knelt in front of the couch without saying a word, skillfully wiped the wound, dressed, bandaged, and carefully handled the wound in the heart.

The whole time his face was expressionless, his lips were pursed, and only his slightly trembling hand betrayed the violence that he could barely hide.

It wasn't until the blood on his neck didn't flow that Ke Changqing collapsed on the ground, he looked very tired, leaning on the end of the bed and closing his eyes slightly, his handsome face became more and more cold.

Wen Xien was injured and unconscious, and overnight, Ke Changqing also fell ill.

For a while, people inside and outside the sect were panicked, and everyone was tacitly silent about Yue Mansion that day, no one knew what was going on, but they all knew in their hearts that the sect leader's illness was inseparable from that day.

I'm afraid this is not an ordinary disease, but a heart disease.

The hall lit the incense of the night, the doctor decocted the medicine to cure the disease, and also applied the needle to protect the heart and pulse, and then knelt on the futon not far away and waited quietly.

Ke Changqing was not seriously ill, he just felt a dull pain in his heart when he stood up, as if he had been punched hard, and his eyes were dark, and he fainted.

At that moment, it was as if the soul was out of the body, and the consciousness was lost first, followed by an overwhelming nightmare.

He had a long, long dream.

In a trance, he returned to the day's glow, and the monk with cold eyebrows and eyes stood in front of him, no more than a stone's throw away.

The clear eyebrows, the jade carving snow as clear and exquisite, and the thin body make people have the urge to hug into their arms.

Master Jingchen is a famous man in the world, and many people in the temple admire the name of this master so that they burn incense and worship the Buddha, saying that they worship the Buddha, but in fact, they go to worship the master.

He was taken by such a big man by his side, and he had seen too many people who fell in love with the master, he didn't know love at that time, he only knew that the eyes of those people looked at the master made him very uncomfortable, so that he even had an urge to gouge out the eyes of those people.

On the way to Lanzhou, they rescued a man, who was a famous eldest son of a family.

As a token of gratitude, the man invited the master to stay with him for one night.

It was getting late, and there were no inns nearby, so the master agreed.

That night, when the lamp was in hand, the master sensed the breath of a ghost.

It's a ghost, and it's still a ghost.

The outer courtyard of the dormitory is dim, the winding path is winding, the man's character is merry and flowery, there are many concubines, all love to serve flowers and plants, the courtyard is full of flowers that compete for beauty, and the fragrance lingers everywhere, especially in the moonlight, the fireflies are lit, the dark fragrance floats, which makes people's hearts sway.

Ke Changqing held a small lantern in his hand and followed Wen Xi'en closely, looking at the blooming flowers with his eyes from time to time, a little curious and surprised.

When Ke Changqing inadvertently turned his head, he saw his eyes shining with lanterns, like two obsidians, adorned with Milky Way stars, he was suddenly stunned, and even raised his hand in oblivion, wanting to caress the monk's face as moist as mutton fat jade.

Wen Xien looked at him calmly, did not react to his movements, but suddenly asked out loud, "What's wrong?" Scared? ”

There is no one around, the emptiness is terrible, the pavilions, rockeries and strange rocks are also dormant in the dark, except for the sound of insects chirping in the grass and fireflies shaking their wings, the surroundings are quiet and clear, the moon is high walls, and the shadows are falling.

Ke Changqing shook his head inside, blinked his eyes firmly, and said that he was not afraid at all, Wen Xien didn't look at him again, just took him slowly in the direction of the hall, Ke Changqing stared at the road under his feet, smelled the fragrance of flowers, and stepped on Wen Xien's footprints with every step.

Wen Xien looked at the closed door of the hall, there was a bright light and fire inside, thinking that the man should not be sleeping, so he lightly pushed open a crack in the door, turned around and whispered to the stunned Ke Changqing: "Come here, I'll take you in." ”

The monk's posture is petite and slender, Ke Changqing is a whole circle bigger than the monk, and it was a little difficult to get in, and it took a while to sneak in through the gap, the hall was empty and bright, only three or four maids stood in the outer hall and waited, Wen Xien didn't want to cause too much movement, so he took Ke Changqing to bypass them and walk inside from behind the curtain.

The sweet and greasy fragrance floating in the air, the more it goes in, the more fragrant it is, penetrating into the human body pervasively, Ke Changqing feels a little hot, and in front of him is the crimson curtain that covers the bed, only a layer of tulle, and the figure on the couch is indistinct, accompanied by a gentle tactfulness and moaning.

(End of chapter)