After Lin Wanwan left, Su Jingqian still stood silently, he stared into the distance for a long time, and a touch of uncontrollable pain gradually appeared in his silent eyes.

It was only then that he released the blood that had been suppressed in his throat, followed by a violent coughing sound.

Zishu, who had been guarding not far away, immediately jumped down from the eaves after hearing the movement, and when he stepped forward to take a look, he found that Su Jingqian's face had become pale and translucent, and there was still a dark red blood stain on his lips.

"Master, are you alright?" Seeing this, Zishu's heart suddenly tightened, and he quickly helped him, and said continuously: "My subordinates will go and call Ziheng to come over and administer needles." ”

Su Jingqian shook his head, and was about to wipe away the blood stains under his lips, but he inadvertently caught a glimpse of the small holes on the back of his hands that were deliberately covered, and immediately his eyes froze, and he said in a dumb voice: "No need, it's going to snow soon, you and Ziheng will send her back first." ”

"But you-"

Before Zishu's words were finished, he was interrupted by Su Jingqian raising his hand, "It's okay, only if you send her back, I can feel at ease." ”

When Zishu heard this, he immediately lowered his eyes, covering his eyes full of melancholy, how could he not understand the master's intentions?

He and Ziheng's martial arts are not weak, and Ziheng is even more proficient in medical skills, if there is any accident on the way, the two of them also have the ability to protect Miss Lin to get out of danger, even if there is really any accident, Ziheng can also treat it in time, at this juncture, it is indeed the most suitable for them to escort Miss Lin.

It's just that the master has always been low-key, and this time he went out, he was even more cautious, and only brought him and Ziheng two guards with him, although there are still a group of secret guards on Zhuangzi, but depending on the meaning of the master, he probably wants to follow them to escort Miss Lin, if they are all gone, how should the master's safety be guaranteed?

If it is a normal day, with the master's skills, even if he and Ziheng join forces, he may not be able to take advantage. But the master's current physical condition, the old disease may recur at any time, let alone a move, I am afraid that even mobilizing the internal force will be very difficult, if there is no Ziheng by his side to heal, and someone has ill intentions towards the master at this time, the consequences are unimaginable.

The more Zishu thought about it, the more uneasy he became, and he was about to open his mouth to persuade him, but he was once again blocked by Su Jingqian.

"I've made up my mind, and there are some things that I don't need to say again."

Su Jingqian's voice was a little weak, but the momentum in his tone had not diminished at all, it was still so tough and resolute, Zishu could only swallow the words back into his stomach silently.

Looking at Su Jingqian's pale face, Zishu couldn't help but think of the scenes that happened on the painting boat on the night of the Mid-Autumn Festival, his heart sank, and those memories poured into his mind like a tide.

That night, Zishu and Ziheng were ordered by Su Jingqian to light thousands of sky lanterns on both sides of the waterfront to pray for Lin Wanwan's birthday, everything was so smooth and beautiful, they were guarding in the dark, and they were also happy when they saw the two masters talking happily with each other.

But later, they didn't know what the two were talking about, but they saw that the faces of the two were getting worse and worse, and it didn't take long for Lin Wanwan to leave with a cold face, while Su Jingqian suddenly fainted to the ground.

Zishu and Ziheng were shocked when they saw this, and hurriedly used light skills to run towards him.

"Master!"

Zishu hurriedly called, and seeing that Su Jingqian didn't react, he quickly helped him up from the ground and leaned on himself.

I saw that Su Jingqian's eyes were closed, his face was pale and translucent, and there was no blood, like a delicate white jade statue, without the slightest anger.

Ziheng's face was cold, and without saying a word, he directly put his hand on Su Jingqian's wrist.

Seeing that Ziheng's expression was becoming more and more solemn, Zishu faintly had a bad premonition in his heart, and hurriedly asked, "Ziheng, how is the master?" ”

Ziheng frowned, shook his head, and immediately said: "Help the master in, I will administer needles for him." ”

Zishu was shocked when he heard this, and he was immediately anxious, and couldn't help but ask, "Shi Needle?" How can it be so serious?! Didn't you say that the master's body is not fit for the needle? Needles are the next step, and they are never - "

At this point, he suddenly stopped, and the eagerness in his words broke abruptly like a string that had been played too quickly.

Zishu clenched his fingers tightly, obviously he already had the answer in his heart, he took a deep breath, looked at Ziheng with heavy eyes, and even a slight tremor in his voice, "What do you mean......"

"This is not the time to discuss these, if you don't apply the needle again, I'm afraid that even the Daluo Immortal won't be able to save it!"

Ziheng interrupted him coldly, and immediately took out the medicine bottle on his body and fed a pill into Su Jingqian's mouth, and his face, which was always as light as a breeze, couldn't help but show a rare look of anxiety.

As soon as Zishu heard this, he didn't dare to delay for a moment, and immediately picked up Su Jing and moved into the attic.

Ziheng soon appeared beside them with a medicine box, spread out the needles one by one with neat movements, twisted a silver needle, roasted it back and forth on the candle flame twice, and after touching the acupuncture points, he pierced the silver needle into Su Jingqian's body.

The sundial gradually shifts, and the light flows.

As Zi Heng pierced one silver needle after another into his body, the cold sweat on Su Jingqian's forehead became more and more, until his whole body was full of silver needles, and the cold sweat had soaked his clothes, but his eyes were still closed, as if he had fallen into a nightmare, and there was no sign of waking up.

Zishu frowned, pacing back and forth on the side, sometimes rubbing his hands, sometimes clenching his fists, his hands no longer knowing how to place them, and the restlessness in his heart was like thousands of ants crawling around on him.

He watched Su Jingqian's eyebrows tighten more and more, his expression became painful, but he couldn't do anything, his heart was like pressing a boulder, and he was very sad.

Thinking that everything was caused by Lin Wanwan, Zishu couldn't help complaining: "I know that it is not good for the master to be with Miss Lin, in the past, the master's illness would only attack at least once in half a year, but since Miss Lin came, it has only been three attacks in just a few months, and every time it has nothing to do with her, and now it has reached the point where it needs to be administered!" If it goes on like this, even if the master has a few lives, it won't be enough for her to toss! ”

"I think you're getting more and more presumptuous!"

At this critical moment, the needle applicator must hold his breath and concentrate, Zishu not only walked around here, but also said such words, Ziheng couldn't bear it, and he scolded him with a cold face.

"The master is still in pain, you still have the heart to complain here, have you ever thought about it, for so many years, why did the master take risks step by step? He has paid so much to get to where he is today, don't you understand? ”

Zishu was stunned when he heard this, and his eyes slowly drooped.

Of course he does. Over the years, they have watched their masters fight step by step from the bloody storm, how can they not understand? It's just, when I think about it...... He was unwilling to be for his master.

Ziheng stabilized his mind and plunged the last silver needle into Su Jingqian's acupuncture point before slowly breathing a sigh of relief.

He raised his hand to wipe the sweat stains on his face, looked at Zishu with a heavy expression, and sighed lightly: "I know what you are thinking in your heart, but now all we can do is to stay by the master's side and fulfill his wish for him. ”

Zishu's expression darkened, and he was silent for a long time, but finally nodded.