Vol 8 Chapter 79: Injured

At this time, Fang Lang finally understood why Zhou Zhiruo had to drag Song Qingshu up to deal with him. He wanted to use the combined force of Nine-Yang Magical Art and Nine-Yin Magical Art to deal with himself. In other words, if Zhou Zhiruo used a martial art to deal with him, her strength No matter how big it is, it won't hurt Fang Lang, but if the two martial arts merge with each other, they will emit an explosive force in an instant, so that the opponent wave will send a powerful blow.
When Fang Lang thought of this, he secretly regretted that he had underestimated the enemy just now, but it was too late to say anything, he had to figure out a better way to deal with them.
As a result, Fang Lang suddenly thought of a way to integrate the Nine Yin Gong and the Nine Yang Gong, so that even if the two attacked at him separately, he could easily defeat the other party.
Thinking of this, Fang Lang brought out both martial arts, and suddenly two vigors appeared in his body. These two strengths rushed out of his palms, and soon they were directed towards Zhou Zhiruo and Song Qingshu's The body stormed over.
At this time, because Song Qingshu's strength was too weak, when Fang Lang's Nine Suns magical art attacked, Song Qingshu could not resist at all. Soon, his body retreated again and again, and suddenly felt salty in his mouth, and a mouthful of blood sprayed forward. come out.
Without a Song Qingshu, Zhou Zhiruo couldn't help it no matter how great she was, she saw her back quickly, and after that, her long whip stretched out and wrapped Song Qing's book.
The two parties finally stopped, and Fang Lang fisted towards Zhou Zhiruo and said: "Zhou's martial arts is really not trivial. I have learned it before. I think Brother Song's injury is too serious. I have a pill. You will take it after you go back. , And then use internal strength to heal him, I can’t think of a few days before he will heal."
At this time, Zhou Zhiruo clenched her fist tightly. When she listened to Fang Lang's words, her fist slowly loosened. She quickly took Fang Lang's pill and said, "Thank you for the medicine. "
After that, Zhou Zhiruo left Mingjiao with the injured Song Qingshu. King Baimeiying saw that they were walking away. He stepped forward and said loudly, "Master, just let them go like this?"
Fang Lang sighed slightly and said, "I don't want to be an enemy of the Emei faction. If I can make big things small, they can be small, and small things can be small."
Wei Yixiao said softly: "Yes, the leader is right. If we annihilate the Emei faction today, wouldn't it mean that people in the world will laugh at our Mingjiao who bullied the Emei female class."
Yang Xiao said coldly: "Song Qingshu has done a lot of evil, the leader, why do you give him pills?"
Fang Lang said softly: "I have promised the head of Song Song in Wudang that I will take care of Song Qingshu in the future."
Everyone nodded when they heard it, and at this moment, a subordinate walked over quickly and said, "Master, Miss Xiao Zhao has already cooked the delicious food, and she let you all go over and eat it."
Fang Lang smiled and said, "Okay, I see, we will pass now."
At the same time, all the subordinates present slobbed, and Fang Lang's stomach groaned as he saw them greedy like this.
So Fang Lang turned to everyone and said, "Let's go back and eat game."
When the voice fell, they all returned to Guangmingding.
When Zhou Zhiruo returned to the Emei school, the more she thought about it, the more she felt her breath. She saw Song Qingshu next to her again, and she secretly regretted not giving him half of the task of dealing with Fang Lang. She saw him lying on the bed like a dead man. Zhou Zhiruo's stomach kept returning acid.
At this time, a female disciple walked over with the decoction. Zhou Zhiruo pointed to Song Qingshu and said, "Hurry up and take it for him."
The female disciple nodded when she heard, so she picked up the spoon and stirred the decoction, and then she fed the decoction to Song Qingshu.
Gradually, Song Qingshu slowly opened his eyes. He slowly stretched out his hand, looking affectionately at Zhou Zhiruo, and said, "Zhiruo, where am I now, am I in the Yin Cao Difu? You, why are you here? , No, you go back quickly, this is not where you should be."
Zhou Zhiruo's heart immediately warmed up when she heard it. From childhood to adulthood, except for the kindness of her parents to herself, no one was there anymore, but they were all dead.
Thinking of this, Zhou Zhiruo slowly walked to the bed, and she showed a faint smile and said: "Qing Shu, take care of your injuries, don't think about anything."
Song Qingshu smiled and said, "Zhiruo, as long as I can see you every day, my injury will heal soon."
Zhou Zhiruo immediately turned her face away. After that, she walked outside the door. No matter what Song Qingshu called her name, Zhou Zhiruo did not answer.
At this time, when Fang Lang and others were all drunk and satiated, the White-browed Eagle King smiled and said, "Wait for Xu Da to hunt some more prey next time, so that we can eat delicious food every day."
Fan Yao smiled and said, "Eagle King, you are really strong. You can't eat so much delicious food."
Fang Lang waved his hands again and again and said, "I think we are almost done, and we can't always trouble Xu Da. He is a general now, and he wants to lead soldiers to fight. This hunting is just for recreation."
Everyone nodded as soon as they heard it, and Yang Xiao said softly: "Yes, if Xu Da gives us game every day, then he still has the mind to lead the war and make suggestions."
Everyone felt reasonable. The White-browed Eagle King waved his hands repeatedly and said: "Forget it, I don't think the game is eaten, let's let Xu Daduo make suggestions and let the soldiers kill a few more Mongolian soldiers. "
Fang Lang smiled and said, "Whenever we have time, let's go hunting by ourselves, and then I will take you there."
Everyone agreed.
After a while, Fang Lang wrote a letter about his encounter with Song Qingshu. He conveyed it to Song Yuanqiao by means of flying pigeons. When Song Yuanqiao read the letter, his heart was relieved, even though he did not He is not optimistic about the matter of his son taking refuge in Emei, but it is better than living on the street, and he has offended the beggar gang several times before. He has always worried that the beggars will find Song Qingshu's trouble.
For this reason, Song Yuanqiao wrote a reply to Fang Lang, thanking Fang Lang for helping him take care of his son. He also said if there is any help in the future, even if he comes to Wudang, he will definitely help.
After that, Song Yuanqiao sent the letter to Fang Lang of Mingjiao through this carrier pigeon, and Fang Lang looked at it with ease. ..
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