Chapter 22: Ice Soul

Sun Minfeng has seen countless incurable diseases in his life, and feels that the three kinds of people in the world are most sick and have no medicine to cure.
Moaning without illness, dying, and finding things.
When he saw that his master had lost his soul at a half-dead person, he felt that Chu Xiwei was the last kind of person, sick and unable to cure.
"He's" Yu Meng ", I didn't do anything to poison it." Sun Minfeng took his pulse and spread his hands. "Don't look at me with this kind of eyes, it's not that I deliberately put it off, but that he was trapped in his dream. Although he can't get out of it, although external forces can wake him up forcibly, as long as he refuses to let go of it for a day, this poison will gradually immerse in the eight classic veins, and the gods can't be saved. "
Chu Xiwei looked at the people who had fallen asleep on the bed. His eyes were covered with blood, almost torn apart in black and white, and the ominous red oozed out.
"……wake him up."
"Why?" Sun Minfeng carefully looked at the gold needle, and the tip of the needle was condensed with a flash of light, and the eyes hurt. "This kind of poison can make people indulge in the past. He looks like he is not willing to wake up now. You let him Sleep peacefully, okay? "
"I said, wake him up." Chu Xi turned his head slightly, his face pale, "Is it difficult to speak, or are you deaf?"
Sun Minfeng looked at him like this, and his heart "giggled", and the smile on his face was condensed.
For a long while, he said: "Master, do you really think about it? Wake him up now, and the sins are worse than one death, how much hatred does this make you so cruel?"
Chu Xiwei slowly raised the corner of his mouth: "His life is mine. I want him to die, he can die ... I want him to live, so he can't think of the word" dead "."
Sun Mingfeng looked at Ye Fusheng and said: "It is not difficult to configure the antidote for" Yumeng ", but the difficulty is the lack of drug guides."
Chu Xiwei Meifeng picked up: "What?"
"Extremely cold blood." Sun Minfeng spread his hands. "It may be the blood of a spiritual creature that was born in the extremely cold land, or the blood of a master who has practiced the best of the extreme cold martial arts, but these two things ... we have neither . "
"Isn't Bu Xueyao?"
"Hey, not everyone who digs pits will be ready to fill the pit. Bu Xueyao made this poison, originally to torture people to death, the only way to hurry up is simply to get a knife, how can he prepare an antidote? ? "
Chu Xiwei remained silent for a long while, "Can it be delayed?"
"Yes, I can drag him for three months at most. After three months, there is no antidote. He will definitely die." Sun Minfeng shook his finger. "As for the way of dragging, it depends on what you mean.",
Seeing Chu Xiwei, Sun Minfeng explained: "The Ice Soul Beads donated by the Old Palace Master to the Master are not extremely cold to overcast, but they are also rare treasures of cold and cold. Crush it into a powder for medicine and supplement it with me Acupuncture and moxibustion can suppress the toxicity of "Yumeng" ... However, this object is what the master and your body protect. Once given, I am afraid that your "Zhengyang Gong" will be unstable. "
Chu Xiwei was stunned. His fingers drew a thread of heavenly silk from his collar. At the end was a white round ball the size of a fingernail, which shone brightly under the lights.
He pulled off the lanyard without looking, and threw the beads over. Sun Minfeng picked up his hands, and a burst of chills pierced his entire hand. The whole hand was immediately covered with a thin layer of hoarfrost. Chu Xiwei showed a sickly flushed face, shook his head, yin and yang freaked out: "Really willing ... Seeing you like this, I don't understand whether he owes you a life or kills you."
"Talky!" Chu Xiwei coughed twice, and his body was a little unstable. Sun Minfeng took a bottle of medicine from the cloth bag and said to him, "Swallow one every day, remember to be overjoyed and angry, and return to the palace as soon as possible to find the old palace the Lord."
"I know." Chu Xi swallowed the pill and looked at Ye Fusheng, "When will he wake up?"
"Early tomorrow morning, I promise to give you a lively person, now you go out and turn right, go to sleep."
Chu Xiwei was driven out of the door, holding a medicine bottle in his hand, stunned against the closed door, and suddenly heard the wind, the medicine bottle slipped into his sleeve, he turned to look at the person, and recovered A wave of calm expression: "How is it going?"
The coming person is a weird woman called "Two Niang". She caresses the tears under her eyes and speaks with a grieving voice: "Buxue sees the machine quickly, and finds that there is a change and leads the retreat of" Sky Spider "and" Hundred Foot ". Our people only I caught a few tails and didn't catch the big fish, but ... "
"But what?"
"We grabbed Li Feng, what is the master going to do with it?"
Chu Xiwei chuckled: "Scratch the stray dog, naturally let the owner come to see it, otherwise he will never learn to discipline his men."
Er Niang understood and said, "The subordinate will send someone to send a letter to the Burial Soul Palace."
"Release the" Wind and Rain Order "for me again, looking for the extremely cold things in the world, and the donors will be rewarded."
"Yes." Er Niang was blessed and was about to leave, remembering one more thing, "Master, the young Master of the Broken Water Villa ... I will return to the villa."
"Then let him go."
"But ..." Er Niang hesitated. "Now the situation is unclear, Guyang City is not safe. The Broken Water Villa is destroyed in the evening, and everyone is paying attention to him. A child with a sensitive identity is in a hurry, I am afraid ..."
"Er Niang, are you a woman, have soft heart problems?"
Chu Xiwei's voice without emotion came from the top of his head. Er Niang's heart jumped and she knelt on one knee: "The subordinates dare not dare."
"There are no men, women and children on the rivers and lakes. He picked up the knife and embarked on this path, so there must be preparations to face everything, need you to worry about him?" Chu Xiwei ticked his mouth, "He wants Go, let him go and see if he can dig out a whole body out of the pile of ruins. "
"……Yes."
"When he collected his remains, you took a few people to stare at. If you find a sneaky generation, you should know how to do it without me talking."
"Subordinates understand!"
The heart was relieved, Er Niang didn't stay any longer, a sharp whimper came out in her mouth, the dark shadow shook in the dark, and she disappeared into the night with her.
At this time, it was even more serious, but Chu Xiwei didn't return to the room. He sat under the half-dyed peach tree in the yard, staring at the door without blinking his eyes. The lights inside were bright, and Sun Mingfeng was reflected on the windowsill Shadow. I don't know how long after that, there was an unstoppable cry from the room, as if the bones had been broken and the piece of meat was torn down.
Chu Xiwei's face was white, he stood up, stopped his feet as soon as he stepped away, forced himself to sit back, smiled ridiculously, and suddenly gave himself a slap in the face.
"... No good news, is he worthy?"
In this way, he sat more upright, just listening to the sound from time to time inside, his hands clenched into fists inadvertently, and his knuckles were whitish.
"... I'm cheap!" Taking a deep breath, Chu Xiwei got up, strode over and kicked the door open, "Quiet doctor! How can you treat a disease like a murder? You can't take it lightly if he hurts so much ... "
The sound came to an abrupt halt. Ye Fusheng on the bed had opened his eyes and looked upright, his eyes caught off guard unexpectedly, and Chu Xi panicked. But looking at it closely, I saw Ye Fusheng's eyes empty and empty, not showing his shadow at all.
The limbs of the quilt were tightly trapped on the bed rail, and the ankle and wrist were cut with the size of the baby's mouth. Sun Minfeng and his fingers fell on him, and Yun Gong pushed down along the meridian, pushing the black poisonous blood a little. come out.
Seeing that Chu Xiwei had storms in his eyes, Sun Minfeng took the time to explain: "Just after the acupuncture was finished, he forcibly woke him up. He has been poisoned for a long time, and the toxin spread to the hands and feet through the old injuries. Poison, this process ... Do you know that a woman has a baby? It ’s almost like having seven babies ... It ’s not like you are having a baby. "
Chu Xiwei: "..."
"You haven't slept? Then come to help, I'm going to go out to make medicine, I just planned to get someone to come in and look at him." After finishing the poisonous blood, Sun Minfeng wiped his sweat. He put it on the wound and covered his eyes with this medicine cloth. After two hours, his eyes would return to normal. However, the ointment will be very itchy and the medicine on the cloth will make His eyes are so painful, you can't let him move, let alone tear off the cloth. "
Chu Xiwei took the bottle and medicine cloth and couldn't help but ask him: "Can it alleviate the pain?"
"Wonderful, what hurts him is not you, what are you afraid of?" Sun Min looked at him blankly and took the medicine chest out of the door.
Chu Xiwei sat down by the bed and twisted a hot towel to wipe the blood from Ye Fusheng's hands and feet. His fingers touched the warm skin, but he was as hot as a flame and couldn't help shrinking.
Ye Fusheng stared straight up, and the consciousness had begun to return, but he still could not recognize the person in front of him, and asked in a mute voice, "... Who are you?"
Chu Xiwei was a little annoyed and smiled in anger.
He didn't answer. He dug out a jade-colored ointment from the box with a sullen face. The action was rude, but the hand was light. Even the ointment was heated in the palm of his hand, and he slowly spread it on the joints of Ye Fusheng's hands and feet.
"Follow my child ... Where?" The fine itching spread from the wound to the bone, as if countless insect ants were gnawing at it, and Ye Fusheng's voice carried an uncontrollable tremor, and his speech was also weak and pitiful.
Chu Xiwei looked at him like this, and almost couldn't think of the cold and strong back ten years ago. Was he becoming stronger, or was he becoming weaker?
He still didn't answer.
"Why ... save me?" Ye Fusheng shook his head. A piece of medicinal cloth covered his eyes. The cold ointment melted quickly when it touched the skin, and the liquid penetrated into the eyes like two cold ones. Insert your fingers into the eye sockets, and frantically stir the plucking, as if to dig out the eyes!
Ye Fusheng's face suddenly pale, almost biting his tongue.
The reason is almost because he bit a man's hand.
Chu Xiwei stretched out his hand at a time when hair could not be tolerated, Ye Fusheng bit the edge of his palm, and suddenly bit out blood.
He didn't seem to know the pain. His other hand rubbed Ye Fusheng's index finger on the long-term tooth marks. This feeling was insignificant compared to the itching and pain, but it seemed that he had touched a counterscale, leaving Ye Fusheng whole body. All shuddered.
"It's still ... you, I'm here." Chu Xiwei slowly said in a calm to terrible tone, "Master, you said, who am I?"
Ye Fusheng shivered and loosened his mouth, and he swallowed a bite of blood, coughing more than once, but his face was as pale as a corpse.
He seemed to be really dead at that moment, and he didn't survive until Chu Xiwei's hand covered his throat.
The corner of his mouth barely evoked a smile, Ye Fusheng turned his head in his direction and whispered softly: "A Yao ..."