Banna shook her head: "No, he was very fierce at that time, but now he is, but..."

She was not fluent in Chinese, and she had been brewing for a long time before she could put it down: "I'm very gentle now."

The word gentleness was used on Yan Wushi, and no one felt it was funny. Even Chen Qiao felt a little ridiculous and sarcastic in his heart, but he couldn't say anything to refute.

Because Yan Wushi was indeed very gentle at this moment.

He did nothing but smiled at Chen Qiao.

Chen Qiao took out the ointment and handed it to Banna: "It's getting late, so you can go and rest soon. Thank you for your hard work today. Apply this, and there should be no trace tomorrow."

Banna: "Why don't you go to my Ayena house to rest? What if he goes crazy again in the middle of the night?"

Chen Qiao shook his head: "It doesn't matter."

Seeing that he refused to say more, Banna had to turn around and leave.

After seeing her off, Chen Qiao realized that the lights had not been lit in the house. It was because the moonlight was bright tonight and shone through the window, but he didn't notice the incongruity for a moment.

He walked over to want the lamp on his palm, but when he turned around, his waist was suddenly hugged.

Chen Qiao was slightly shocked. Before he could brush away the other party's hand, he heard vague and intermittent words coming from behind: "Don't... go..."

Word by word, it is very difficult to express it, as if it was said with your tongue in your mouth. If it were not close, he would hardly hear it clearly.

Chen Qiao believed that Banna did not lie, so the situation of Yan Wushi is a bit unusual now.

But whether the other party pretends to be crazy or stupid, what does it have to do with him?

Chen Qiao flicked his finger and the other party's hand couldn't help but let go. He walked to the window and lit a candle, and then turned around.

"Yan Zong..."

The word "Master" was not revealed because he saw the anxious eyes on the other party's face, as if he was afraid that Chen Qiao would leave and tried his best to struggle to get up and walk over, but because of his weak hands and feet, he almost fell to the ground.

Chen Qiao watched him fall to the ground, and his hand that was about to stretch out was paused in the air, but he still didn't.

"Are you okay?" Chen Qiao said.

"Don't... go..." Yan Wushi would only say this repeatedly.

Chen Qiao stood there and looked for a while, sighed, and walked over to help the person up.

"Do you still remember your name?" he asked.

Yan Wushi looked confused and did not respond, and then smiled at him with a gentle smile.

Chen Qiao touched his head. The crack was still there, and there must be still injuries in his head. He didn't know the depth of the injury. He couldn't cut open the other party's head to see what it was. Naturally, he couldn't know how much the injury in his head was, and whether he had really turned into a fool.

"My name is Chen Qiao, you should have some impression?"

Yan Wushi repeated: "Chen... Qiao..."

Chen Qiao: "Your name is Yan Wushi."

Yan Wushi didn't say anything, as if he was digesting and chewing his words. After a while, he nodded softly: "Chen... Qiao..."

Chen Qiao smiled and said, "If I had fallen to the ground just now, you would definitely not come over and help me up, but instead stand there to see when I will struggle to get up by myself, right?"

Yan Wushi Fu showed a confused look again, as if he didn't understand what he was talking about.

Chen Qiao sighed slightly and gently pryed open his hand.

"You are too seriously injured and you can recover overnight. After a few days, the wind is not so tight, I will send you back to Chang'an and go to bed first. If you have anything to do, I will talk about it tomorrow morning."

Before Yan Wushi could say anything else, he walked to the felt next to him and sat cross-legged, and began to close his eyes and regurgate his breath.

Due to the other party's condition, even if Chen Qiao meditated and exercised his skills, he did not dare to enter the state of forgetting both things and me. He even divided his mind and paid attention to the movements outside his body.

The night passed quickly, and the distant east showed bright colors.

Chen Qiao followed the meridians of his body and circulated the true qi for several cycles, returning to the original state, and the accumulation in the Dantian was derived, and the cycle was repeated. Three flowers gathered together, and the glory was radiant. The whole person seemed to have entered a wonderful new realm.

He seemed to be able to see the meridians around him slowly unfolded. The originally blocked meridians were unobstructed. The warm true qi washed away all the remaining dirt. After reconnecting and repairing, the foundation was more stable than before. Even if he had excessive energy and rashly fought with others regardless of his strength, his blood and energy were only swelling for a while, and he did not vomit blood any time like before.

The eyes may no longer be able to return to the level of clearly seeing things before, but there will be gains and losses. Chen Qiao did not regret it. Many things have passed, and people can only look forward forever. If he did not meet each other now and did not fall from the Half Step Peak, he might never be able to see through the real mystery of "Zhu Yang Ce", and the advancement of martial arts will always stop there.

At this time, Chen Qiao seemed to have left his body, and his spiritual consciousness was swimming in the boundless vast vast vast world. The stars in the sky, the bulge of all things, the nine states in the world are like chessboards, mountains, rivers, plants, wind and moon, and they are clearly counted, and they are all visible.

Since ancient times, it seems that there is only one person.

Things are mixed together and born before heaven and earth. They are silent and lonely, independent without change, and move around without danger.

Tao is chaotic, Tao is natural, Tao is aggregated between subtleties, and it starts in a small place, and everything has Tao.

This is Tao!

At that moment, Chen Qiao's eyes suddenly became clear. He seemed to see a crystal clear and natural heart of Tao flowing not far away, but before he could get closer and reach out to touch it, he heard a sound coming from an unknown place.

"Chen Qiao."

He was slightly shocked, and suddenly darkness appeared in front of him, and all the bright light turned into nothingness, like a platform suddenly collapsed and scattered.

Chen Qiao suddenly spit out a mouthful of blood!

He slowly opened his eyes.

Yan Wushi sat on the bed, leaning against the wall, with his hair disheveled, and still looking at him, but his expression was different from last night.

Still careless, Chen Qiao smiled bitterly and thought, wiping away the blood from his lips.

He had originally divided his mind and paid attention to something unexpected, but who knew that he had realized something halfway through, and he had forgotten himself without realizing it.

"How does Sect Master Yan feel?"

"You... were beyond my expectations." Yan Wushi said, looking tired, but he lost the confusion of last night. The person who smiled gently at Chen Qiao and hugged him seemed to have a flash in the pan and disappeared with the last night.

But Chen Qiao had let go of his heart that was originally hanging. This was the Yan Wushi he knew, the Yan Wushi who was heartless and cold, and did not take anyone seriously.

"I originally thought that Sang Jingxing would make you unable to recover..." He spoke very slowly and lacked energy, which should be because of his injury. However, after he woke up, he did not rush to ask about his situation, but instead talked about Chen Qiao slowly.

Chen Qiao said lightly: "I'm sorry, I disappointed Sect Master Yan. I'm still alive."

Yan Wushi pulled the corner of his mouth: "No, I'm not, disappointed... Instead, I was surprised. You destroyed the demonic heart that I planted for you, right?"

Chen Qiao looked at him: "You should know that I could not compete with Sang Jingxing at that time. My only choice was to destroy my foundation, destroy my martial arts, and die with him."

Yan Wushi nodded: "Yes, you only have this choice."

Chen Qiao: "Shi Yan Wushi, I know you want to ruin me. You think there is no kindness in the world. People like me who are prone to soft-hearted have no meaning of existence. You want me to open my eyes and see the cruelty of people's hearts, so that I can also be in hell, sink and struggle, and eventually become a part of hell."

A smile appeared on the corner of Yan Wushi's mouth, and slowly, he continued word by word: "But I didn't expect...even if you were in such a desperate situation, you could still get up again."

Chen Qiao closed his eyes and opened it again. The slight ripples just now had completely disappeared, leaving only a calmness: "If it weren't for "Zhu Yangce", I would have been dead now. Your idea is right. "Zhu Yangce" can indeed make people reshape the foundation. In other words, it does have the effect of resurrection, which is worthy of the world's number one wonderful book, but the premise is that you are willing to destroy all the previous decades of what you have learned. Although you are seriously injured now, the demon heart is not broken. If you want to learn "Zhu Yangce", you have to break the demon heart, just like what I experienced at the beginning."

Yan Wushi stared at him without commenting, but asked, "Are you in pain at that time?"

Tempering bones and tempering tendons is equivalent to peeling flesh and walking in the eighteenth level of hell.

But Chen Qiao was no longer willing to think about it, because he would think of the Lord of Bailong Temple and Chuyi, and his tragic deaths. He would also think of his former self-righteousness and wishful thinking. He did not know that the hard-hearted heart would never be moved. The friend he was actually just treating him as an object of experimentation.
Chapter completed!