"Chen, Mr. Chen, is the person you carried is really alive?"

Chen Qiao smiled bitterly and thought to himself that I didn’t know if he was alive or not, but he could only comfort him: “He was just too seriously injured and died for a moment. He was not dead.”

Banna left half-believingly. After that, the girl saw Yan Wushi several times. The other party looked like a dead person. Although she was not as rotten and smelly as a corpse, she was cold all over and had no breath of living. What was even more terrifying was that she once took advantage of Chen Qiao's attention and stuck her finger under the other party's nose, but she couldn't breathe at all.

She almost suspected that Chen Qiao was too sad about his friend's death and refused to admit that the other party was dead. However, this matter also had an added benefit, that is, except for two meals a day, she no longer visited the courtyard at any time. Otherwise, with Chen Qiao's personality, she really didn't know how to send someone perfunctorily.

Everything was settled, and Chen Qiao began to concentrate on studying Yan Wushi's situation.

Day after day, the other party's dantian energy seemed to gradually become rich, and there was a glimmer of vitality. This was obviously the true energy in "Zhu Yangce" that played a role in Yan Wushi's body, similar to Chen Qiao on that day, but the difference was that Yan Wushi's own martial arts did not completely be destroyed, that is, he could not break and then stand up like Chen Qiao. His fatal injury did not lie in the destruction of the foundation. The foundation could be recast, but I never heard of a crack in his head and could be re-unlocked. If this continues, Yan Wushi would not be able to escape death.

After thinking about it, Chen Qiao could only think of one solution.

Chapter 57

Dou Yanshan's palm was so powerful that he would never show any mercy. Therefore, Yan Wushi not only had a cracked skull, but what was even more difficult was that he would inevitably be seriously injured in the brain. After thinking about it, Chen Qiao could only use his internal energy to transform the blood in his brain with his true energy, and then slowly guide the damaged meridians throughout his body to repair the internal organs. As for whether Yan Wushi could wake up, and whether he would always look half-dead from now on, so he had to leave it to fate.

He tried his best to think of a solution here, but the man was still sleeping with his eyes closed, his breath was weak, and he didn't know what tonight. Chen Qiao took a look, sighed softly, and smiled bitterly again.

There is no better food in a small foreign village. Two meals a day, mutton and oil cakes are the most, but Chen Qiao was originally a person who was content with everything. He ate whatever others gave him, and he was no longer picky.

Yan Wushi was more troublesome. He was ignorant and could only drink some broth at most, but he clenched his teeth and his tongue was blocked in his throat. The spoon scooped the soup and could not deliver it at all. Even if he forced it into it, it would only flow out along the corner of his mouth. There was a special medicine feeding device these days, but in the small village of Tuyuhun, it was impossible to find such an artifact. With no choice, Chen Qiao had to drink a sip of the soup himself, then pry open the other person's chin, feed it mouth to mouth, and then press the other person's tongue to force the soup in, so he could barely drink one or two sips.

The other party's body recovered extremely slowly, but the energy in the dantian had not disappeared, but the accumulation was weak, and it appeared and disappeared from time to time, just like a candle in the wind, which would disappear completely. Chen Qiao's own skills had not yet recovered, and he could only use his skills for Yan Wushi for one day at most every day, and he was helpless in his situation, which was quite a bit like a dead horse to treat him.

The arrogant and arrogant person in the past can only lie on the bed at the mercy of others, and even the smile that often holds on the corner of his mouth is gone. A handsome face is only handsome, and the attached ones can remind people of the all temperament of the master of the Demon Sect have disappeared. Only the star white that cannot be erased from his temples and the gentleness that is almost misunderstood on his face.

Feng Shui takes turns, I am afraid that even Yan Wushi himself would not have thought that he would fall into such a situation one day.

But then again, with Chen Qiao's understanding of this person, even if he had expected that he would be surrounded and killed, he would probably still go to that battle. For others, it was a bad luck that he could avoid, but for Yu Yan Wushi, it was a rare confrontation.

What he miscalculated was that he was too confident and thought that he would never lose, and could leave calmly even if he lost. However, he did not expect that Guanglingsan was a member of the Demon Sect and would rather let the flaws of the Demonic Heart of "Fenglin Yuandian" be discovered than to participate in it and eliminate him.

There are no medicinal herbs here and there is no way to torment the medicine. What Yan Wushi can rely on is the only true energy that Chen Qiao crossed in. However, on the fourth day, his breath suddenly weakened to an inauspicious level. Chen Qiao also felt that it would not work if this continued. Even if the other party still had a glimmer of hope, he would be unable to escape his life for several days.

He held the soup bowl, frowned slightly and pondered for a while, and suddenly saw that Yan Wushi's eyelids seemed to tremble.

The movement is extremely small and almost an illusion.

"Zhen Qiao?" Chen Qiao called out a few times, but he did not get any response.

He held the other person's wrist and his pulse was so weak that it could be ignored. If he didn't look carefully, it would be no different from a dead person.

Somehow, Chen Qiao suddenly felt a sense of funnyness.

On that day, when he personally sent himself to Sang Jingxing, intending to force Chen Qiao to a dead end, he probably never expected that he would have today, and he would not have thought that he would fall into a situation where he could be slaughtered. If Chen Qiao had not appeared, with Guanglingsan and Dou Yanshan's actions, Yan Wushi would have been in a different place, and even more so, the Daluo Golden Immortal would not have been able to resurrect from the dead.

Even at this moment, Chen Qiao only printed a palm on his head or the mouth, which would make the other party go from this half-dead state to a completely dead person.

But he looked at the other person quietly for a while, and finally he just raised his head and took a sip of the soup, then helped Yan Wushi up the back of his neck, pinched his chin, forced the other person to open his mouth, and then passed the soup over in small mouthfuls.

After a few days of this movement, I felt that I had become sophisticated and fluent. Chen Qiaodao's heart was pure and to save people, so naturally there was no embarrassment or ambiguity.

Just in the eyes of others, it is not the case.

Banna admired Chen Qiao in her heart. Even though she was still afraid of Yan Wushi's condition, she still gritted her teeth and wanted to deliver these two meals in person. She only asked Chen Qiao to come and open the door in person. The two of them said a few more words at the door. Even if they couldn't speak, she was satisfied.

On that day, she still came with lunch fountain. Somehow she thought, maybe the plate was heavier and didn't want to knock on the door anymore, so she turned sideways and gently knocked open the door. She walked into the yard with a familiarity and walked straight to the inner room.

The door of the inner room was not closed, but she saw a dizzying scene: Chen Qiao was bent down and pinched the dead man's chin and kissed him, but he didn't even care about Panna coming in. In the dazzling sunlight, Panna even saw the two of them tangled with their lips and tongues for a moment.

To be precise, Chen Qiao's tongue pried open the other party's teeth and stretched it desperately so that the soup could smoothly enter Yan Wushi's mouth.

But the other party was an unconscious living dead person after all. Even so, there was still some soup and saliva flowing down the corners of his mouth.

The Western Regions have a wide open customs. Banna is young and beautiful. She is also a very popular figure in the village. However, she has never had such close contact with a man. At this time, she blushed and her heartbeats, her mouth was dry, and she couldn't move for a while.

Chen Qiao was halfway through the soup, but he didn't know that Banna would suddenly come in. He could only feed the soup, put down the soup bowl, and then greet Banna, who had blushed.

Banna's eyes were slightly red and asked him in half-baked Chinese dialect: "So you like him, so you refuse to get close to me and accept my affection, right?"

This misunderstanding is too big! Chen Qiao smiled bitterly: "You don't have a medicine feeder here, so I can only feed him soup like this. I and him are not even friends. Please don't misunderstand me."

Banna asked in confusion: "Why did Chen Lang refuse to accept my affection? Is it because I am not as beautiful as you Central Plains women, or is it not as gentle and kind as you Central Plains women? Tell me, I can learn it."

Chen Qiao never expected that he would have a few days of staying here, which would bring about a period of peach blossom debt. If it were a woman in the Central Plains, even if she fell in love with a man at first sight, she would never be able to say it straightforwardly. But Banna didn't care about so much and liked someone, so she naturally had to confess her love as soon as possible. Otherwise, when she returned to the Central Plains and never saw her again, she would be too late to cry.

Chen Qiao patiently explained to her: "I am a Taoist priest and I will never marry a wife for life."

Banna was unmoved: "Aye said that Taoist priests can return to secular life."

It turns out that I'm still ready.

Chen Qiao was so amused that he could only say, "You are fourteen years old, but I have passed, and the age difference is too big."

Banna: "What is Erli?"

Chen Qiao: "It's thirty years old."

Banna said, "You are thirty years old? You can't tell at all!"

Chen Qiao: "People who practice martial arts will have a longer lifespan."

Banna bit her lip: "When I am fifty, will you still be like this?"

Chen Qiao shook his head and pointed at Yan Wushi and said, "How is that possible? I am not an immortal god. At that time, my appearance should be similar to his."

Banna looked at Yan Wushi and felt that this person had a very handsome appearance except for the white hair on his hair and extremely handsome face.

She asked tremblingly, "How old is he?"

Chen Qiao thought about it and said unsurely: "It's less than fifty?"

Banna suddenly felt like a bolt from the blue. The wind and sand of the Western Regions were strong. The men in their forties and fifties in the village were already covered in wind and frosty faces. How could they compare with Yan Wushi? Not to mention men, women age faster. Often after thirty, their bodies will gain weight and their wrinkles will deepen. Banna knew that they were young and beautiful now, but if they were more than ten or twenty years, when they loved the man as handsome as before, but she was already gray-haired, it would be difficult to accept it when they thought about it.

The poor girl had just fallen in love and encountered such an unsolvable problem. She was immediately lost and was so depressed.

Banna's eyes were filled with tears, and she stuffed the plate of food into his arms, sniffing: "Forget it, the Buddha sent you to me, but he refused to help you and me. It can be seen that we are destined to be together. I hope he can bless you and I hope you can grow old together!"

Chen Qiao: "..."

He was ridiculous and cried, but he had to shout to keep his face covering and leave, looking for a place to treat his woundedness: "I need to leave for half a day and go to the city. If someone comes to ask, you can just do it without knowing it. If his enemy comes to ask for someone, it is absolutely necessary, you will hand him over to protect yourself and not to hurt his life for him."

Banna wiped her tears: "Does he have many enemies?"

Chen Qiao nodded: "There are quite a lot."

Banna was worried: "Then isn't it very dangerous for you to be with him?"

The young woman is innocent and says whatever she wants. She speaks out loud when she likes Chen Qiao and is sad when she is rejected. Now she turns to hear that Yan Wushi has many enemies, but when she stands, she is worried about Chen Qiao.

People's hearts in the world are often more terrifying than ghosts and gods, but it is precisely because of the true heart in the world that they are precious.

Chen Qiao felt warm and comforted, "I have a good attitude, but I'm just afraid of implicating you, so you should be careful."

These days, he and Yan Wushi have been staying in this small village. The news is blocked, so they have to go back to the royal city. If all the people in the martial arts world have dispersed, he can also take Yan Wushi back to Chang'an and hand it over to Bian Yanmei as soon as possible. There are many secret techniques in the Demon Sect, and Bian Yanmei may have a way to save his master.
Chapter completed!