Chapter 145

The black-clad swordsman took out a few copper plates from his arms and threw them on the table. Before leaving, she looked back at the wing room above, and then stepped out of the inn indifferently and led the horses, running to the place where the yellow sand was flying.

Shang Chi was sitting in the middle of the wing room. Although she couldn't see the situation in the room, she could smell a faint fragrance of medicine in the room. Shang Chi was not unfamiliar with that smell. She had smelled it on Yun Man before when she was in Kunling Palace.

I really didn't expect to see you here, you've been much more restrained than when I was three years ago.

Yunman was not surprised when she saw Shang Chi, and her expression was as calm as water, and she didn't seem to care about her life or death.

She quietly picked up the teacup on the table and took a sip, then got up and walked towards a row of wooden boxes. There was a little disciple in a white shirt standing on one side with a roll of golden needle in his hand, looking at Shang Chi curiously from time to time.

I didn't expect that one day I would owe the favor of Yigu.Shang Chi sighed helplessly, stretched out one arm, Yun Man picked up the pulse pillow in the box and walked towards Shang Chi without any objection. After putting it down, he raised his hand to hold her pulse.

Shang Chi's pulse was stable and powerful, and she didn't look like a person with broken dantian. Yun Man frowned and slowly transferred her internal strength to Shang Chi's tendons and veins. Sure enough, she felt a meager internal force there. She couldn't help but feel a little surprised but it was reasonable.

I'm afraid this is the special nature of the immortal martial arts. It's endless and endless. No wonder Jun Bugui suffered such severe injuries back then. He recovered completely after less than two years in the Medical Valley. Even without his own help, Shang Chi should be able to slowly nourish his dantian.

Every man is innocent, but he is guilty of possessing a treasure.

Yunman sighed and withdrew his hand.When she just lost her internal force upward, she found that something was blocking the meridians in the back of Shang Chi's head. I'm afraid the real reason for her blindness is that it is also for this.

Have you been hit hard in the head before?

Shang Chi raised his hand in a daze and grabbed the back of his head and nodded, saying, "Maybe, I have been unable to see anything since I survived Jiangzhong."

You can't see it, maybe it's because blood stasis was blocked after the head was hit, and your eyes were sealed.Yun Man raised his hand to signal, and the little disciple holding the golden needle immediately went forward and presented it with respect to both hands.

Doctor Yun is asking you. If she can cure her, I will definitely come to the door to offer the best medicinal herbs as a thank you.

The eldest lady is so serious, but it’s just a simple task.Yunman said unmovedly and refused. After Jie passed his hand, she pinched a long golden needle with her fingertips, and raised her hand to gently grop the acupoints on Shang Chi's head.

Xia Qianjin sat nervously on the side, watching Yun Man insert the golden needle that was roasting with candlelight into Shang Chi's head bit by bit, and she couldn't help but raise her hand to cover her eyes. Although she was either taking the needle herself, she felt uncomfortable just by looking at the needle handle that was swaying with cold light, as if it was pierced on her head at once.

Shang Chi frowned and held the slight tingling pain of his scalp and kept sitting. Yun Man saw the deep red blood seeping out from the pinhole, and raised her hand to signal. The little disciple immediately took out a piece of white cotton cloth from the wooden box and handed it to her.

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Uncle Mo was waiting outside the door for a long time, holding his arms and closing his eyes to rest. When the sun saw the dark again, he heard a sound in the wing room. At the same time, he also opened his eyes and turned to look at the door.

After a while, the door of the wing opened from the inside, and Yunman, whose cheeks were slightly white and sweaty on his forehead, walked out of it. Behind her was the white-clothed disciple. He was carrying a large medicine box on his shoulders. It must have been the end of the treatment inside.

After seeing Uncle Mo, Yunman nodded to him, indicating that the person inside was no longer injuring.

Have a job.Uncle Mo's face, which had been dark for a few days, finally faded a little. Yunman waved his hand powerlessly, saying, Senior Mo, you are polite. Saving her is just a love owed by our Medical Valley, and it has nothing to do with Zhenbao Pavilion.

If there was no accident, her eyes would have recovered in about three days, but after all, the blood stasis sealed her eyes for too long, and even if she could see things, she would probably be slightly inferior to ordinary people.

...Alas, time is fate, people are in the world and cannot blame others.Uncle Mo raised his hand and touched his beard and shook his head and sighed. Shang Chi was indeed a rare genius three years ago. If she had been with Qianjin at that time, she would have been one hundred and a hundred, but now he really couldn't entrust the eldest lady to her.

The two of them looked into the wing room at the same time. The goose yellow color was holding Shang Chi towards the direction of the bed, his eyes full of worry and heartache.

Uncle Mo shook his head helplessly. If the eldest lady really fell in love with this person and even bet on her the future of Zhenbao Pavilion, she would have no choice but to do her best to help.

Half a month later Ningzhou City

The sky was slightly bright and mist filled with mist. A dark shadow passed by the bamboo forest that had not been stepped on for a long time. The man tied with golden hair and a tall ponytail. A few strands of hair were shaking lightly in his ears. She was holding a black wine jar in her hand, step by step towards the tombstone with a little moss in front of her. The name engraved with vermilion red on it has become much fainter but is also clearly visible.

I'm here to see you, don't blame me for being late, Lin.

Shang Chi bent down and touched the rough pattern on the monument, with his eyebrows and eyes lowered, and there was a hint of undetectable sadness in his eyes. She gently stroked the open space in front of the tombstone, and then took out two exquisite wine glasses from her arms and placed them in front of her.

I brought your favorite osmanthus wine, but I couldn't help but drink it. I wanted to bring it to you first.

You once said that I usually have a rigid face, like a boring old man, and only when I am drunk can I have my true nature... Shang Chi said as he opened the cover on the wine jar and poured the two wine glasses on the ground full of wine. He picked up a glass and held it in his hand and slowly poured the wine on the ground and continued: Then do you know how bright you were in my eyes at that time.

Become the most famous swordsman of this generation.

Shang Chi chuckled and put down the wine glass and poured it down again. He couldn't help but recall the bright and glorious eyes of the girl when she said this.

...If I were not so weak and cowardly before, would Lin not have died?

Shang Chi picked up another glass of wine and poured it into her mouth, but her face became a little low. She picked up the wine jar on one side and raised it on top of her head, spreading her red lips to face the flowing wine, her throat slid slightly, and the overflowing wine dyed her clothes on her chest and stuck to her skin.

Cough, cough cough~.Shang Chi wiped away the corner of his mouth melancholy and chuckled. She patted the tombstone in front of her and put down the empty altar in her hand, whispering softly, it's such a pity that even if you are drunk with you now, she can't do it.

Well, it's time to leave.I'll see you again someday.

At this time, the mist had dissipated, and the crisp bamboo forest was lushly caring around. Shang Chi stood up and stared at the tombstone for a long time, then lifted his feet and left. He didn't know that a person came slowly shortly after she left. The man was tall and graceful in a green robe, and was carrying a jar of good wine in his hand.

When the visitor saw the empty wine jar in front of the tombstone, he couldn't help but feel excited. Even the jar of wine in his hand fell to the ground and broke all over the ground. He staggered forward and shouted loudly to the surroundings with hope:

Is it you?Xiao Chi?You are still alive, right?You came back to see her, right?!Shang Chi!!

Shang Chi!!!