Chapter 122: Gone Fire

Jiang Nian's eyes darkened, and this time he completely lost consciousness.

The aura in the meridians was still rushing around, and the intricate aura had nowhere to impact each other, and finally, a cloud of blood mist exploded on her body.

When Yun Qingyang arrived, he saw that his little apprentice, covered in blood like a bloody person, was lying unconscious on the bed.

Although his medical skills are not as good as Qiluo Zhenren, his cultivation realm is much higher, and with a little pulse, he can also know that the meridians in Jiang Nian's body are now broken and can no longer be broken.

Yun Qingyang saw Jiang Nian like this, and he didn't know what to do as a man. In a hurry, he hurriedly transmitted the message to Qiluo Zhenren and Mu Yilan, and when Qiluo Zhenren came, Jiang Nian had already been hastily cleaned up by Mu Yilan.

The blood-stained clothes on Jiang Nian's body had been cut and replaced, and it took three buckets of water to wipe the blood stains on her body.

Although it was cleaned up, Jiang Nian's current appearance still looked shocking.

Mu Yilan changed Jiang Nian into a soft undershirt, but if she rolled up her sleeves, she could see that her arms were full of wounds, all of which were traces left by the explosion of spiritual energy in the meridians, and there were such wounds on every inch of skin on her body.

Mu Yilan looked at Jiang Nian with pity, although this little girl is now her uncle, she has regarded her as a younger sister since she was angry, and she really likes her gentle and well-behaved personality.

But right now, this lovely little girl may not be able to live.

Mu Yilan has never seen someone's meridians shattered like this, and if she can survive, even if Qiluo Zhenren comes, I'm afraid it won't be possible.

After Qiluo Zhenren took Jiang Nian's pulse, he couldn't stop shaking his head, Yun Qingyang's heart was sinking and sinking at this time, and his face was even more ugly than the last moment.

"Why did you delay coming for so long?" Finally waiting for Qiluo Zhenren to finish taking the pulse, Yun Qingyang immediately pulled Qiluo Zhenren's arm, "Tell me quickly, how to save it!"

Kira Zhenren shook his head solemnly, "How can this be saved, when have you ever seen me take my pulse like this?"

"This is ......," Yun Qingyang didn't dare to say.

"I've been taking her pulse for so long, and I haven't been able to get her pulse!" said Kira Majin hatefully.

If you can't take the pulse, if the person is gone, forget it, but at the moment, although Jiang Nian is seriously injured, he is really not dead, but Qiluo Zhenren has encountered a situation where he can't take the pulse.

Kira Majin was very frustrated, "I can't find anything except that she is still alive." In the past, it was just that she couldn't detect the existence of aura in her body, but this time, she couldn't even detect her meridians. ”

Mu Yilan said boldly, "Can you use your aura to probe in?"

Yun Qingyang waved his hand vigorously, scaring Mu Yilan enough, "Nonsense! You don't want to die? Her wounds are all formed by the explosion of aura, you don't know, and now you dare to use aura, aren't you afraid that there is an aura in her body that has not exploded and will explode to you?"

Qiluo Zhenren slowly walked to the tea table in the room and sat down, thinking about it, and then opened his mouth, "I was in retreat, but suddenly I felt that my heart was beating uncontrollably, so I stopped practicing and meditated instead. It seems that it didn't take long for me to hear from you, perhaps because I had been in retreat for many days, and I felt weak when I got up, and it took me a while to get up, so it was too late. ”

"Hmph. Yun Qingyang also sat down and rolled his eyes, "If you get acquainted with a few female cultivators, you will be able to get up faster if you think about it." ”

Yun Qingyang's words were both vague and not subtle.

Although Mu Yilan has never had a Taoist partner, she is not a young daughter in the mortal world, so she naturally understands what Yun Qingyang means by this.

The elders joked that one of her apprentices and grandchildren was blushing at this time, nor was her face red, so she hurriedly went out with a bucket of blood that she didn't have time to pour.

Qiluo Zhenren was even more speechless at this time, and the Lord of Yungu was very dissatisfied with his private life, which was well known to everyone, and the main reason was Zhao Chongxin.

The Lord of Yungu was worried that his proud disciple would also learn from the appearance of Qiluo Zhenren and linger among Yingying Yanyan, so he would come out and squeeze Qiluo Zhenren on the issue of private life at every opportunity.

Qiluo Zhenren had to skip this sentence, although he and the Lord of Cloud Valley were in the same vein as each of the sects, but his cultivation was far inferior to that of the Lord of Cloud Valley, and his age was too different, so he was naturally not offended.

"Lord Yungu, Jiang Nian, what's going on, hasn't she yet drawn qi into her body, why did she make herself look like this?"

That's a wonderful question.

At the beginning, Jiang Nian sighed that although Xia Peak had not made any progress in cultivation, she was a little girl who could eat and sleep. Why did this medicine valley become such a miserable appearance? I don't even know if I still have a life to live.

Yun Qingyang is not a stupid boy who has just come out of the rivers and lakes, so he naturally understands the meaning of Qiluo's real words, but this time he can't say it clearly, this will no longer be angry, and he can only be soft and talk to Qiluo Zhenren well.

"Her soul flame jumped for half a night, and after dawn, she saw that it was getting smaller and smaller, and the disciple on duty saw that something was wrong, so he reported it to me, and I hurried here. Yun Qingyang also sighed when he said this, "If it had been reported to me last night, maybe she wouldn't be like this." ”

These words were heavy, and Qiluo Zhenren also sighed, "Lord Yungu, although Jiang Nian is now describing it as miserable, and the meridians are also broken, but fortunately, the breath is uniform and stable, maybe it ......."

"When I came, I saw her lying on the bed, covered in blood. And the closed doors and windows in the room don't look like outsiders have come, but it seems like they are secretly cultivating, but they ......" Yun Qingyang frowned, a little hesitant, and didn't continue.

"Could it be that you have gone mad?" Qira's eyes lit up.

If the meridians caused by the fire and demons are broken, it is easy to save, and mortals also need to use the meridians when practicing martial arts, and occasionally they will go mad and fall into the devil.

This is still when he was traveling abroad, he met a red face who practiced martial arts in the mortal world, and he encountered a similar problem, but the degree was lighter than Jiang Nian.

That time was only three months old, and he rescued the woman, but he couldn't do anything about the meridians. Then he left, and I don't know what happened to the woman.

When Yun Qingyang saw Qiluo Zhenren's eyes, he knew which confidante he remembered again. Shaking his head and rolling his eyes, he just wanted to scold him, but he saw that Jiang Nian was still in bed and his life and death were uncertain, and he relied on others to survive, so he held back stubbornly.

"It's better to come to the doctor according to the meridians that go crazy. Qiluo Zhenren seemed to be a little excited, stood up and walked to the bedside, looking at Jiang Nian.

Yun Qingyang was so worried that the skin on his face wrinkled together, "Are you sure? Don't show us bad." ”

"Come on, come on, you're sure you'll be cured!" After Kira Majin found the direction of treatment, the whole person looked a lot taller. At this time, he looked at Yun Qingyang with his head held high, and made a gesture of please.

Mu Yilan pushed the door and entered the house, and first saw Qiluo Zhenren make such a move.

She looked at her ancestor again, and at this time, Yun Qingyang had a sneering expression on his face, and he pursed his lips and said nothing.