Li Xiangru was shocked, ran to the front, leaned over to take a look, and saw Xiao Ling lying on the ground, with a pool of blood under him, his wings trembling slightly, his round eyes half open and half open, and he looked dying. Li Xiangru has never seen Xiao Ling seriously injured, since he was trapped in the lonely cliff, Xiao Ling has been injured three or four times, the more serious two were injured when fighting with Xiangxue Bird and Vulture Bird, but they were all thrilling and ended in victory. It's not like this time, it's almost gone.

Li Xiangru shouted loudly: "Xiao Ling, Xiao Ling, what's wrong with you?" Xiao Ling opened his eyes slightly, glanced at him, and then closed them again, his body undulating violently, as if he was enduring great pain. Li Xiangru saw that blood was constantly flowing out from under its body, so he immediately turned its body over slightly, and saw that something that looked like an arrow was inserted into its abdomen, and blood was flowing out of the wound. Li Xiangru looked at it carefully, and speculated that the person who sent the dart was going to shoot its heart, but the shot was wrong, and the speed and strength were out, and Xiao Ling hit the abdomen in the process of flying.

Li Xiangru saw that the thing was inserted deep in its abdomen, and he stretched out his hand and gently pulled it out, and Xiao Ling's body shook. Li Xiangru looked at the thing for a moment, and recognized that this was a unique secret weapon in Wudang, called "Purple Cloud Dart", the head of the dart is three-headed, and the two ends on the side are barbs, and the three heads are sharp and matchless, no wonder Xiao Ling is injured so badly.

"Purple cloud dart" is made of Tianshan cold iron, its rod is like an arrow, the shape is light and thin, but it is hard and sharp, it is the most prestigious secret weapon of the Wudang faction, ranking second in the list of hidden weapons in the rivers and lakes. Li Xiangru first knew Wudang swordsmanship, and then this "purple cloud dart", the purple cloud dart is very lethal, so it complements each other is that the dart person's skills must be practiced to a certain extent, in order to exert its unique power.

Li Xiangru saw that the little spirit was pouring out, and it could still support and fly back to the cliff after being hit by the dart, which was also a great luck in misfortune. Li Xiangru thought while crying: "Who the hell hurt Xiao Ling with a dart, is it Master? Impossible, Master Xun Yuhe's martial arts cultivation has reached a certain level, and he will not do such a boring thing, and once Master makes a move, there will be no deviation in the right head." Is it the second uncle, the third uncle? They are not much different from the master, and they won't be so bad at making a move, so who could it be, Senior Brother Qingyun? No, Senior Brother Qingyun is kind-hearted, such a beautiful bird, he is reluctant to do this. Qing Shui, Qing Liu, or others, he quickly swept through the people he could think of in his mind, and felt that saving Xiao Ling was the most important thing at the moment, and it was pointless to explore who shot and injured it. ”

How to safely pull out the "Purple Cloud Dart" in Xiao Ling's body, Li Xiangru couldn't do anything for a while, and in his anxiety, sweat flowed out of his forehead. He didn't dare to pull out the dart rashly, the dart was sharp barbs at both ends, and if he was not careful, it would bring out Xiao Ling's belly, and then Xiao Lingyan would have his life? Suddenly, he caught a glimpse of the broken beak of the half of the fragrant snowbird placed on the side of the platform, the broken beak was sharp and hard, although it could not be compared with the "Purple Cloud Dart", but it was more than enough for other purposes. picked it up at the moment, and used the tip of the broken beak to cut the muscles of Xiao Ling's abdomen along the direction of the barb, like a doctor's medical knife, the skin of Xiao Ling's abdomen was cut open with two long openings, and the sharp edge of the barb was slowly visible, Li Xiangru was sure that the barb did not hook Xiao Ling's internal organs, so he grabbed the body of the dart and pulled out the purple cloud dart little by little.

As soon as the entire body of the "Purple Cloud Dart" was pulled out, the blood continued to gush out, Li Xiangru hurriedly tore off a small piece of clothing and pressed Xiao Ling's wound, but he still couldn't stop the blood flowing, and Xiao Ling's breath was already weak at this time. Li Xiangru cried: "Xiao Ling, Xiao Ling!" In his eyes, Xiao Ling is no longer a bird, a bird, like a relative who depends on each other, a close friend who lives and dies.

Li Xiangru stood up and looked at the few herbs growing in the crevices of the stones four or five zhang away from the platform, when he was just rescued by Xiao Ling to this platform, he observed the surrounding environment clearly, where there was a thorn, where there was a protruding rock, where there was an unknown wild flower and weed, he remembered it in his heart, so as to prepare for the future out of danger. At this time, he remembered those herbs, which he told him at the time of Wudang, Qingyun, saying that this herb is the main formula used by Wudang to refine wound medicine, but it often grows on cliffs, and it is very difficult to collect, but the effect is very obvious, so Wudang's healing elixir "Life Pill" is also very famous in the rivers and lakes. Li Xiangru, as a member of Wudangmen, of course kept these things in mind. Usually he saw that one was too far away and too dangerous to collect, and even if he did, it would not be useful, so it was better to save it for emergencies.

A few years passed, and the herbs grew more luxuriant and colorful, full of small purple flowers, which looked even more unique and dazzling in the stone gaps of the cliff. Seeing that the little spirit is pouring out, if you don't stop the bleeding for it, it will bleed up and die. In the past few years, on this cliff, there is no food and water, and there are not even a few grasses, he relies on Xiao Ling to find wild fruits, wild flowers, wild mountain treasures, so that he can survive, if Xiao Ling dies, in this desperate place, how can he survive himself?

Li Xiangru didn't think about it anymore, kicked his feet, grabbed the branch of the ancient tree, like an ape, he swung a few feet, his body hung in the air, he stretched out his hand, and tried to pick up the herb, but his fingers were still three or four feet away from the herb, Li Xiangru had enough strength, tried twice, but still couldn't move forward half a late, if he wanted to pick the herb, it was impossible. He thought for a moment, and immediately turned his body upside down, his head under his feet, and his feet hooked on the branches, only to see that below was an endless abyss, which was dizzying. Li Xiangru swung hard, his body flew towards the herb, he stretched out his hand to pick, about a foot short, he swung hard, only a little, but listening to the branch "squeak" sound, because of the overwhelm, there was a risk of breaking, once broken, Li Xiangru immediately fell into the deep valley, crushed the grain.

Li Xiangru didn't have time to think about it, and with more effort, his body swung out, and his right hand had already grabbed the herb and pulled it hard in his hand. The branch swings back, Li Xiangru overturned, and fell on the platform, Li Xiangru just landed, only to hear the "click", the branch has been broken, falling into the deep valley. Li Xiangru recalled the scene of the right talent, was shocked into a cold sweat, hurriedly returned to Xiao Ling's side, stuffed the herbs in his mouth and chewed them, and then applied them to Xiao Ling's wound, the medicine really worked, as soon as it was applied, the bleeding in Xiao Ling's abdomen immediately stopped.