Yan Xinlan frowned slightly, she pondered for a moment, and then returned the salute seriously, "Thank you." ”

"I'm here because I want to talk to Wang Jingmeng about some spiritual matters, and I want to wait for someone. Zheng Sleeve looked at her and said.

Yan Xinlan nodded, and said first: "He is seriously injured, but he doesn't know when he will wake up." ”

Zheng Sleeve said: "Since I am here, he will naturally wake up soon." ”

What she said was very natural and domineering, but Yan Xinlan didn't doubt it.

In her opinion, this is just a quid pro quo.

Her eyebrows furrowed slightly, and then she asked, "Who are you waiting for here?"

"The third son of the Zhong family, Zhong Jingyu. ”

Zheng Sleeve said very calmly, "As far as I know, he will be here soon." ”

Yan Xinlan's brows furrowed slightly, and she said, "It's too much involved." ”

Zheng Sleeve had been looking at the eyebrows of the girl in the Bashan Sword Field, she had just thought that the Bashan Sword Field cultivator named Lin Zhujiu was very unusual, but now, she already knew that this seemingly ordinary girl in the Bashan Sword Field was also very unusual.

"He's still unconscious inside... Starting from Gu Liren, are you still involved in the Bashan Sword Field?" her gaze left between the girl's eyebrows, then looked at Yan Xinlan's eyes, and said earnestly without concealment: "Since you have chosen the Zhong family, it means that your choice is the same as mine, so I am here today to say such things to you." ”

Yan Xinlan was silent for a breath, then she nodded and said, "Okay." ”

......

A lot of things happen so suddenly that you can't expect them.

As far as Wang Jingmeng was concerned, he didn't expect the eldest lady of the Gongsun family to come, nor did he expect that he might be seriously injured at all.

For a cultivator, even a half-hour coma is already a very dangerous thing.

This means that even with the help of external medicinal power or true yuan, his body was so badly injured that his consciousness was so heavy that his body could not have the ability to regulate itself.

The biggest difference between a practitioner and an ordinary person is that there is a true element in the body.

As long as the qi and blood of ordinary people are running as before, and the injury does not worsen, the body should slowly improve, but the problem for cultivators is that even if the true yuan in the body is emptied, the previous cultivation will cause many meridians in the body to continue to absorb the heaven and earth vitality from heaven and earth unconsciously, and condense into true yuan.

And after these subtle true elements lose their autonomous control in the body, there are all kinds of possibilities, some of them may become elixir, and some of them will just affect the injury, like a poison.

Wang Jingmeng's consciousness was still very vague.

He seemed to have become a wisp of fresh air shuttling between heaven and earth, but his eyes were also blurry, only countless strange lights were constantly intertwined.

His consciousness was also unaware of his body's presence, and everything around him became strange and unsettling.

He vaguely saw many mountains and rivers, and in his vague consciousness, those seemed to be related to his body meridians, but his consciousness was never able to integrate into these mountains and rivers, let alone have a complete perception of his body.

As time passed, he felt an inexplicable heat build, and the mountains and rivers began to burn, and the temperature produced made him feel painful.

But with this burning, his consciousness became clearer and clearer, and his consciousness finally merged with his body, and he felt the countless painful sensations in his body constantly rushing into his mind.

His internal organs and every meridian seemed to be burning, melting, and gradually turning back into flesh and blood.

I don't know how long it took, but he finally felt that his body was not suspended in the middle of heaven and earth, and finally felt that his body had weight, and then he woke up.

The sunlight was streaming in through the window, making him feel a little glaring.

He smelled some bloody smell mingled with the smell of medicine.

The windows are open.

Then he saw the back of a woman sitting quietly in the courtyard outside the open window.

The back is very good-looking, and it's not Yan Xinlan.