Prison Shura asked him to relieve the poison of Beitang, not to mention that he didn't cultivate now, even if he did, it would take a lot of effort to gather all the materials, it was better to wait for him to come back and let him directly take his own round Huanzong to get the medicine.

However, his eyes fell on Beitang, and the poison could not be cured at the moment, but the wounds on his body could be treated.

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Chapter 11

The cave was quiet, the sound of the rain outside seemed to have become quieter, and the only sound in the air was the faint sound of the fire burning on the ground.

Prison Shura suppressed the poison in his son's body with demonic energy, causing Beitang to fall into a coma for a while, but he was the most determined sword cultivator, and as soon as Prison Shura left, he immediately recovered a little from his stupor.

Chu Yiyang was about to brush away the messy long hair that was blocking his face, and as soon as he stretched out his hand, he was grabbed by the person who should have completely lost his mind.

The skin exposed outside in the cold night of Beitang is already full of love. The red of desire, as if removing the cold fog outside, revealing a color that is difficult for ordinary people to see, his eyes were covered by black strips of cloth, and his voice was still calm when he spoke: "Who." ”

The poison in the body cannot be relieved, the whole body will be burned like a fire, and the sanity will be gradually eroded, and there will still be a little sobriety at this time in the cold night of Beitang, Chu Yiyang admires it.

"It's just a passerby." Chu Yiyang pondered for a moment, adhering to the principle of having as little contact with the protagonist as possible, and picked this half-truth and half-false answer, "It's raining too much outside, I'll come in and take shelter for a while." ”

The young man's voice was cold, and his speech was frank, as if he was really passing by to take shelter from the rain, and saw a seriously injured person lying in the cave, so he stepped forward to check.

Beitang's eyes were blindfolded on a cold night, and the remaining four senses became more acute, not only hearing the sound of rain coming from the twists and turns outside the cave, but also feeling that the wrist he was holding belonged to the slenderness of a young man, and holding it in his hand was like holding a cold jade in a hot purgatory.

This young man's body temperature is low, and Beitang can't feel the slightest cultivation on him in the cold night, as if he is just a mortal.

The clarity in his mind was dissipated by a burst of high heat, and his thoughts spread out uncontrollably, the wrist in his hand shook slightly.

"Can you let me go?"

The voice of the wrist master was like a clear spring flowing in his ears, and he should have extinguished the invisible fires that seemed to be burning even to his soul, but the cold night of Beitang, who grabbed him, felt that the flames burned more and more fiercely.

It has been a long time since he was poisoned, and it was all because of the suppression of the Prison Shura's demonic qi and his own will that he did not fall completely.

Chu Yiyang saw that he let go of the hand holding his wrist with willpower, and looked at the slender fingers that were used to holding the sword trembling slightly, and then spoke: "The injury on Daoyou's body needs to be treated, is there any medicine for the injury?" ”

He was in the secret realm for three days, fell asleep for two days, went out for a day, and also picked up some spiritual grass that could heal his injuries and came back, but he was suddenly caught by the prison Shura just now, and the hemostatic grass that he picked up was still in the original cave.

As the next heir of the Kunlun Sword Sect, Beitang Hanye was naturally much more effective than the low-grade spirit grass he had picked up in the secret realm.

The wound on the chest of the cold night of the northern hall used to pierce the chest, and it looked like he had been stabbed from behind without defense.

The person who stabbed him with this sword had no intention of sparing his life, and after stabbing the sword into his chest, he urged the spiritual power without sparing his hand, allowing the sudden burst of sword intent to damage his internal organs.

Chu Yiyang already had some speculation about who hurt him at this moment, and how he attracted the Demon Emperor Prison Shura.

He took the wound medicine that Beitang took out in the cold night, uncorked the bottle and sniffed it, then said "offended" to him, and stretched out his hand towards his belt.

Before he was taken away by the Prison Shura, he had been dealing with the heaven-level demon beasts with the Seven Divisions of the Kunlun Sword Sect.

The only one who could take advantage of his unpreparedness in the fierce battle and hurt him was one of the seven people, so who gave him the poison of the Hehuan Sect?

It was probably because he was seriously injured and poisoned, or it was possible that he had just discovered that Chu Yiyang had not cultivated, so Beitang's vigilance in the cold night was lowered. When Chu Yiyang untied his belt and ripped off his blood-soaked dark heavy clothes, the people on the ground did not grab his hand as they did just now.

The dark color heavy clothes were untied in layers, and the wound of the cold night in Beitang was finally revealed, and the injury was more serious than Chu Yiyang expected.

In the eyes of the world, the sword that is perfect from appearance to temperament should be a beauty carved from white jade, and there is no flaw on the body, but after Chu Yiyang untied his clothes, he saw that in addition to the serious injury that pierced his heart, there were many old wounds on the body exposed by Beitang.

These old wounds have healed, but they have left indelible traces, hidden under the heavy black clothes, crisscrossing the body of Beitang's cold night, compared with his flawless face, adding a bit of impact.

It can be seen that the killing path is not an easy way to walk, and the Kunlun Sword is not a good place to sit.

Chu Yiyang raised his hand and poured the medicine powder in the bottle to stop bleeding and build muscle on his heart.

When the medicinal powder touches the skin, it is like snow meeting the spring sun, and it quickly melts, Chu Yiyang looked at his wound, the elixir from the Kunlun Sword Sect was supposed to take effect the moment it touched the wound, allowing the wound to heal instantly, but the speed of effect on the cold night of Beitang was very slow.

Under Chu Yiyang's gaze, this deep wound that could be seen as a bone stopped bleeding for a long time, and the edges began to heal slowly.

It seems that this is a palliative treatment but not a cure, if you don't pull out the sword intent that is raging in his internal organs, and get rid of the poisonous poison that is causing trouble in his body, no amount of medicine can heal the wound, and it is correct for Prison Shura to put arresting people to detoxify him in the first place.

Chu Yiyang thought and glanced at Beitang's cold hand.

Chu Yiyang noticed it when he grabbed him just now, and the hand he was holding the sword was also injured.

Between the ups and downs of consciousness, the cold night of Beitang suddenly heard the sound of the cloth being torn.

A light and soft fabric covered his chest, and then a boyish approach.

The boy leaned close to him, his hands went around his back, and the voice sounded above again: "Your wound is not healing well, you need to bandage it." ”

Beitang's storage bag in the cold night only had wound medicine, no bandages, and he realized that when he heard the sound of the cloth tearing just now, it should be the person in front of him who had torn the strip of cloth from his own clothes and bandaged himself.

The two were so close that Beitang could smell the cold fragrance coming from the young man on a cold night, like the ice and snow he was familiar with, and like the plum blossoms blooming in the snow to attract people to explore.

It's too close.

The cold night of Beitang has never had waves, and his heart has a moment of trance.

Not since he became a sword had he ever been so weak, and no one had come close to him.

Jianzi's lips were unusually crimson because of the poison, and when he spoke, he made a voice that was no longer as cold as usual: "When you came in...... But did you see someone else in the cave? ”

Sure enough, at this time, he did not forget to find out who brought him out of the center of the secret realm and placed him in this cave.

Chu Yiyang bandaged the wound on his chest, got up and distanced himself from him, and fell into a deep groan again when he heard this question.

With the sensitivity of Beitang's cold night, a complete lie will be detected by him, but the fact that he is the son of the Demon Emperor was revealed later, and if he is let know in advance now, it will disrupt the main plot.

There are enough glitches in the side plot, and there can be no more problems with the main story.

Chu Yiyang made a decision, and still gave him a mixed answer: "When I came in to take shelter from the rain, there was only you in the cave, and there was no one else. ”

In the secret realm, it is common for the younger generation to have trouble, and every time they practice, there will be distracted attention from the master of the sect, and those who can save people in time in case of accidents will take action, and there is no problem with him saying this.

Seeing that Beitang had no suspicion in the cold night, Chu Yiyang bandaged his right hand with the clean fabric torn off his middle coat, put it back on his side, and then got up: "Okay, I'll go wash my hands." ”

Earlier, he heard the sound of water in the cave, and when he turned his head, he found a pool a dozen paces away, and the water was still clear.

When he was leaving, Beitang heard a faint bell in the cold night, the bell was like rain, as if it was following the footsteps of the young man, and every step out seemed to fall on people's hearts.

Chu Yiyang came to the edge of the pool and lowered his head to check the clothes on his body.

The clothes and ornaments of the disciples served in the temple were made of ordinary cloth, and they did not have the function of self-cleaning and could not resist damage.

His storage magic weapon was destroyed, and now there is such a piece of clothing left on his body, which should not be torn from his middle clothes, but the golden lotus magic robe in Beitang Cold Night is a magic weapon, and now he has no cultivation, and he can't tear it.

I was caught on a rainy night, and the only piece of clothing stained with mud was enough to make people unbearable.

Fortunately, the prison Shura grabbed him and teleported over, Chu Yiyang didn't find any mud stains, and realized that he didn't have to wear dirty clothes for the next few days, so he stretched his eyebrows.

He washed off the blood and medicinal powder on his hands by the pool, shook off the water, and walked back, seeing that Beitang was still lying on the ground in the cold night.

His dark heavy coat was torn open by himself, revealing a perfectly muscular upper body, broad shoulders and narrow waist, lined with white cloth that was used as bandages, and the criss-crossing scars showed an indescribable color. Gas.

Chu Yiyang squatted in front of him again and put his clothes back together for him.

As soon as his footsteps stopped, the ringing bell that echoed in Beitang's ears on a cold night also stopped, and he heard the young man who bandaged his wounds speak: "I have bandaged your wounds, but I can't get rid of the poison on your body." ”

Only by waiting for the prison Shura to come back and let him take him to Huanzong to get the antidote, there is a way.

"How did you get poisoned?"

Previously, Beitang had suspected that there was something wrong with this high fever that was raging in the body, and even the sword heart and will could not suppress it, but now when I heard Chu Yiyang mention that someone had poisoned him, a layer of frosty chill shrouded his handsome eyebrows and eyes.

The heavy blockade that Prison Shuluo imposed on him was a blindfolded black cloth in the eyes of outsiders, but to the cold night of Beitang, it was a surging black fog that blocked his vision and blocked his divine sense, leaving only four senses.

"It's not common." He listened to the young man who was squatting in front of him to tie his belt and continued, "This is the top poisonous 'beauty grace' that can't be resisted in the Mahayana period, even if it is the Hehuan Sect itself, it may not have it, who gave it to you?" ”

Originally, Chu Yiyang asked like this, but he didn't expect Beitang to answer on a cold night, after all, it was not a good thing to be plotted like this.

However, as soon as he tidied up the cold night in Beitang, the person lying on the ground opened his mouth unexpectedly: "It should be the person who was with me before I was rescued here." ”

Aoba Mountain City was plagued by the Blood River, and a water-attribute heaven-level magic weapon in the underground Yin Vein was missing.

This time the Aoba Secret Realm was opened, and the Seven Great Masters walked with him, that is, they wanted to join forces to kill the heaven-level Kui Dragon in the center of the secret realm, and use its inner pill to refine a new water-attribute heaven-level magic weapon, and re-control the underground Yin Vein.

However, they fought fiercely with Kui Long for a whole day, and at the last moment when they were about to kill the heaven-level demon beasts, three of the Seven Masters suddenly turned against each other and turned their swords to attack them.

No matter how strong Beitang Cold Night is, it is still only the realm of the merger period, and he can't beware of a sword cultivator in the middle of the tribulation stabbing from behind.

Seeing the infighting among human beings, the heaven-level demon beast even launched a crazy counterattack before dying, and attacked the cold night of Beitang with one of them.

Seeing that the sword was seriously injured and was about to fall under the attack of the demon beast and the traitor, the four divisions fought hard to receive a sword and sent him out of the battle and sent him to the Kunlun Sword Sect disciple closest to them in the secret realm.

Seeing the sword light in the torrential rain, it was a disciple of one of the lines of the Kunlun Sword Sect who came to greet the sword. Perhaps it was precisely because of this that the sword light of the four divisions flew in this direction with the cold night of Beitang, looking for this descendant who was in the same vein as him in the secret realm.

Before Beitang Hanye lost consciousness, he glanced at the woman who caught him and recognized which vein she came from.

Coupled with the serious injury, he didn't set a guard against her, but he didn't know that she would poison herself.

Originally, it was a scandal that was poisoned by his fellow disciples, which should be difficult to talk about to outsiders, but Beitang Hanye did not resist answering this young man who did not know his origin or appearance.

Chu Yiyang listened to the ins and outs of his serious injury and poisoning, made up for the missing link in the Qingye Secret Realm, looked at the cold night of Beitang lying on the ground, and couldn't help but think: "If the system doesn't crash, I can know if this hidden line plot is a part of the logic that was not written in the original book." ”

But there is no point in thinking about this at this time, and now it is another thing that matters.

He told Beitang Hanye the result of the pulse just now: "The time for Daoist friends to be poisoned is not short, it is not easy to persist until now, maybe there are ten more breaths The seal left by your master elder will lose its effect, and then you will completely lose your mind-"

There are only two of them in the cave, one of them has lost his sanity in his body, and the other has no cultivation in his body, so it is self-evident what will happen when the time comes. Before his words fell, Beitang interrupted him in the cold night: "Go." He was asked to leave, choosing to face the onset of virulence alone.

It is worthy of being a Kunlun sword, a protagonist who is decisive in killing, and ruthless to others and even more ruthless to himself.

Chu Yiyang sighed for a moment, and then said, "Offended." ”

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Chapter 12

When the words fell, he shot like lightning, and even clicked on a few acupoints on the back of Beitang's cold night's neck, and did what countless people in the world couldn't do if they wanted to—to bargain from the Kunlun Sword that was difficult for others to approach.

Although the poison can't be solved, if you want to let the poisoned person fall into a coma again and delay it for a while, Chu Yiyang, who has become the young master of the Hehuan Sect, can still do it.