Several days have passed, and Lang Huan still hasn't woken up.

Suddenly, a faint light flew down from the clouds, Xia Forsythia retracted his gaze, and looked up to see that it was Sima Yuanxuan who came uninvited. She was slightly stunned, "Why are you here?" ”

Because Li Langhuan's poison came strangely and had nothing to do with Sima Yuanhuan, Xia Lianqiao and Bai Ji'an protected Li Langhuan behind them without a trace, and then looked up at Sima Yuanhuan.

Xia Lianqiao was not in the mood to greet her much at this time.

Sima Yuanxin came just in time, if she didn't come, she would take some time to go to her again.

Xia Lianqiao calmly looked at her, "Sima Daoyou, forgive me for taking the liberty of the fight, did you make a move in the competition between Lang Huan and Lu Yongnian?" ”

She asked very politely and directly, if it was in the past, Sima Yuanxuan would definitely be angry.

The girl was stabbed by her and her face changed, "I met Li Daoyou, can't I come to see her?" ”

Bai Ji'an was more polite than her, his face was cold, and he almost wrote the meaning of driving away the guests on his face: "I'm afraid that I won't be blessed to enjoy the earnest care of Taoist friends!" ”

Sima Yuanxuan's face turned blue and white for a while, thinking of her intention today, she bit her mouth tightly, but swallowed the words in her mouth again, and threw down a small porcelain bottle with humiliation.

Ling Shouyi caught it.

"This is the Pure Heart Gargle Pill," Sima Yuanxuan said, "A hundred years into a furnace, taking it for half a month, can cure a hundred poisons, this bottle is the amount of these three days, you give her a dose, you can temporarily protect her life without worry." ”

Xia Lianqiao didn't believe that Sima Yuanxuan would be so kind, and looked at her without blinking, waiting for her to say her conditions.

Sure enough, Sima Yuanxuan said again, "But I have one condition." ”

Speaking of this, Sima Yuanxuan paused, and then looked at Xia Lianqiao tightly.

A faint mocking smile suddenly appeared on her delicate countenance, beautiful, but also very strange.

Xia Lianqiao was stunned, and then heard Sima Yuanxuan snort coldly, and said word by word: "I, want Bai Ji'an, or you, this time the big competition wins!" ”

This condition really surprised Xia Lianqiao, and she couldn't help but show a look of surprise.

"And you!" Sima Yuanxuan raised his fingertips, pointed at Ling Shouyi, and said coldly, "I want you not to fight with her!" When the time comes, she will automatically withdraw from Dabi, otherwise, Li Langhuan and her immortals will be difficult to save! ”

After saying this, as if he was afraid that they would refuse, Sima Yuanxuan did not linger, took a shot away, turned around and left.

Xia Lianqiao couldn't figure out what kind of medicine was sold in the gourd of this eldest lady who came and went like the wind for a while, but the top priority was to find out whether the bottle of pill she gave was real or fake.

She didn't chase Sima Yuanxuan, but turned her head and asked Ling Shouyi, "Xiao Ling, can you see if this bottle of pill is real or fake?" ”

Since Li Langhuan was injured, Ling Shouyi has behaved relatively calmly.

He calmly followed her and Bai Ji'an to send Li Langhuan to Xinglin Peak, sleeplessly, serving the decoction day and night, and taking care of it carefully.

But it's so calm, so calm that it's even a little weird.

She knew that Ling Shouyi was a character who was cold on the outside and hot on the inside, extremely affectionate and righteous, and his calmness now was unusual.

Hearing this, Ling Shouyi uncorked the bottle, lowered his eyes and sniffed for a moment, then rubbed his fingers into powder, took a little and fed it to his mouth, and said, "It is indeed a pure heart gargling pill." ”

Xia Lianqiao breathed a sigh of relief, but seeing Ling Shouyi's overly calm expression, he felt uneasy in his heart.

She believed that if Lang Huan was injured, Ling Shouyi would never be as calm as he behaved.

At this time, a disciple of Xinglinfeng knocked on the door and came to change the medicine for Li Langhuan.

Bai Ji'an was about to bend down to pick up Li Langhuan, but was interrupted by Ling Shouyi.

Ling Shouyi said suddenly: "I'll come." ”

Bai Ji'an was stunned.

Ling Shouyi didn't shy away from Bai Ji'an, and he didn't care what he was thinking, he helped the unconscious Li Langhuan to sit up, raised his eyes and said to the Xinglin Peak disciple: "I'm tired of you." ”

When doing all this, Ling Shouyi's expression was also extremely calm, and he was also extremely polite and polite to Bai Ji'an.

Xia Lianqiao's sense of foreboding was even stronger, she looked at Bai and Ling worriedly, and always felt that Ling Shouyi was very strange now.

The white-clothed young Taoist sat on the side of the bed, wrung out the handkerchief in the basin, and replaced it for Li Langhuan.

Xia Lianqiao did not underestimate Li Langhuan's weight in Ling Shouyi's heart.

The original book rarely focuses on the relationship between Ling and Li, but it is not difficult to see from this few words that Li Langhuan has a lot of weight in Ling Shouyi's heart.

Although he treats Li Langhuan very indifferently and strictly, he often cares silently and pays attention to it in private. Although the two have the names of father and daughter master and apprentice, their relationship is more similar to that of brother and sister who depend on each other.

Ling Shouyi was lonely, living alone in the Duxiao Hall for eighteen years, with only Li Langhuan by his side. Why did she be generous to others and tell Ling Shouyi not to be angry with Bai Ji'an?

Xia Lianyi's gaze moved from Ling Shouyi's face to the unconscious Li Langhuan, she looked at it blankly, and for a moment, her heart ached.

Even, even what happened to Lang Huan today has nothing to do with her, if she had a better attitude towards Sima Yuanxuan before, wouldn't she have forced her to this point?

Xia Lianqiao looked at it, and the tip of her nose suddenly became sour.

She was not jealous of Ling Shouyi's deep affection for Li Langhuan. No matter what Ling Shouyi's plans are, the eighteen years of affection between his brother and sister, what qualifications does she have to intervene sideways and condescendingly point fingers?

She just hated herself for holding the script in her hands, but she still couldn't do anything, and this feeling of powerlessness to change was simply terrible.

For a while, I hated that I couldn't do my best at home, and I couldn't kill all sides like other heroines who crossed over, talking with my fists, and trying to protect the people around me was self-defeating.

Li Langhuan was seriously injured and couldn't wake up, afraid that she would enter her body, Ling Shouyi saw it, so he tucked the futon for her, and when he raised his eyes, he unexpectedly bumped into Xia Lianqiao looking at him blankly, the girl's eyes were slightly red, and tears were flickering.

Ling Shouyi was stunned, "Forsythia? ”

Xia Lianqiao hurriedly blinked, held back her tears, and forced a smile, "Xiao Ling." ”

"Why are you crying?" Ling Shouyi asked.

Xia Lianqiao shook her head.

I felt that it was not good not to communicate, so after a pause, I said bluntly, "I'm just thinking if I'm being polite to Sima Yuanxing, will Lang Huan be ......?"

She was confused and empty in her heart, sour and guilty, and she didn't know how to tell it, so she just picked one of the reasons.

Ling Shouyi frowned, "Why do you think that?" ”

She moved her lips, not knowing how to speak.

Seeing her eyes slightly red and forced to smile, Ling Shouyi was stunned, and his heart was even more stagnant, as if the tears in the corners of her eyes had fallen into his heart, making him unbearably sore.

I didn't think about it, but when I saw Xia Forsythia crying, his heart seemed to be cut like a knife, which aroused such waves in his heart.

Ling Shouyi didn't force her anymore, only took her hand, wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes with the other hand, raised his eyes to look at her, and said quietly: "I didn't blame you, everything is evil for others, what do you have to do with it?" ”

His voice is soft, word by word, with convincing power, "Lang Huan won't blame you." ”

Xia Lianqiao shook her head again wordlessly.

Ling Shouyi's handsome face was close at hand, but she suddenly felt that she and Ling Shouyi were so close, but so far away.

It's like there are countless force majeure forces separating the two.

She could see that Sima Yuanyi had a good impression of Bai Ji's peace of mind, how could Ling Shouyi not see it?

Li Langhuan flew to wreak havoc, suffering this disaster in vain, can Ling Shouyi blame her without reproach, and can she really be angry with Bai Ji'an?

The more she feared that there would be another conflict between Ling Bai and the others, the reality kept making troubles.

She and Ling Shouyi are just lovers for the first time, they are both ignorant novices, and they are still groping in friction again and again, why doesn't God give them any chance to learn?

The young man is extremely cold and fierce in the day, and he is a cold on the outside and hot on the inside.

At this time, Ling Shouyi's expression was determined, in Xia Lianqiao's view, it was more like a storm accumulating under the calm sea, just waiting for the power to destroy heaven and earth one day.

Sure enough, her idea was validated a few days later.

Chapter 92

Although Lu Yongnian was defeated by Li Langhuan, the battle between the monks of the Huadan Realm was not determined by a single elimination.

Li Langhuan's sword was extremely restrained, and Lu Yongnian was almost never injured.

After the defeat, he competed again with Wu Guanglu, Liao Birang and others, and even stood back in the arena again.

His opponent in this round was Ling Shouyi.

Although Dabi was supported by Elder Yang and others, in principle, as long as it did not involve the fear of his life, the elder did not interfere too much in the competition between his disciples. Even so, there are always a few monks who die in the field at each tournament. This is also helpless, the danger of monks is far more dangerous than mortals, and sometimes even the elders can't protect it.

The monks who participated in the big competition also knew this, and over the years, an unspoken rule was derived. If he dies in a fair and just battle, the loser's relatives and friends are not allowed to seek revenge on the winner.

As soon as the bell struck, the sound of the bell resounded throughout the valley.

Elder Yang stood on the top of the peak, and each shouted out the names of both sides, "In this battle, Fengtian Sect Lu Yongnian, Zhengyang Sect Ling Chongxiao!" ”

When he finished reading, he stepped back.

Lu Yongnian's figure fell in the field.

Ling Shouyi turned into a puff of smoke and fell in front of Lu Yongnian.

Lu Yongnian quietly observed the white-clothed young man in front of him.

The young man in front of him had a pale complexion, a cold gaze, and a heroic posture, dressed in white, with a silk tie around his waist.

Lu Yong was defeated by Li Langhuan last time, and finally returned to the arena, his heart was hot, and he was ashamed from the bottom of his heart. Therefore, he settled his mind a little, pointed his sword at a point, raised his hand, and slashed out with a sword to test his depth.

Ling Shouyi released the sword pill, a sword broke it, and did not do much with him, he walked the sword coldly, decisively, neither fancy, nor mud and water, and the young man's complexion was clear, white clothes like snow, his posture was straight, and he moved like a rainbow, which was extremely pleasing to the eye.

Among the peaks and valleys, there is a forbidden array, and in a year, the four seasons are like spring.

The wind passes through the green screen, the thousand cliffs are showing, the green dai is light, a deep and blue spring scene, and there is an old peach tree between the stone cliffs.

The white-clothed young man Daozi seems to have strayed into a long spring scenery, and it is more like an untimely snowfall.

Lu Yongnian didn't have time to appreciate the beautiful scenery in front of him. The sword light only collided for two or three rounds, and fine beads of sweat quickly appeared on his forehead and the tip of his nose.

This time the opponent is strong!

It's stronger than Wu Guanglu, Liao Birang, and even Li Langhuan and the like!

Lu Yongnian was so anxious that he gritted his teeth and desperately urged the sword light, but no matter how hard he tried, the gap between the two of them was like a moat.

The two groups of swords collided in mid-air, and the cloud of light that was as cold as winter snow and autumn frost skyrocketed, pressing the other group of swords like a candle in the wind, fluttering.

Lu Yongnian could even feel the sword qi coming from his face, and the chill had been pouring into his bones. This chill is an extremely calm cold, like a drop of water piercing through a stone, consuming the opponent's cultivation, flesh and blood, and even mind layer by layer.

If Mount Tai is lowered and the sky is overturned, it is the prosaic contempt of the high-ranking to the lowly.

Even so, the boy was calm and handsome.