Chapter 777: Green Mountains Are Like Wine

At the bottom of the lake, the water swayed and trembled wildly, and where Liu Xunhuan was sitting, the water was rolling wildly.

Liu Xunhuan's hand trembled fiercely, and he inserted the magic sword into his back, and the wisps of donated blood penetrated into the water, and the magic sword refused to fall silent, unwilling to merge into his body, so he pierced his body and stained him with blood.

"The will of the Demon Sword Land seems to be stronger than before."

Liu Xunhuan's face was indifferent, and he seemed to have an understanding, the magic sword was suppressed and sealed under the Nine Swords Peak before, and later, he broke the seal and escaped into his own body.

Now, the will of the Demon Sword Land has recovered a little, and it wants to oppose the guest as the main thing, eat away at the will of the other land, and become the leader.

Liu Xunhuan, how could he agree.

"Go back."

Liu Xunhuan roared, the magic sword was inserted into his back, and the blood kept seeping out, and the heartfelt pain was so unforgettable.

The magic sword is unyielding, and neither is he, if he wants to die, he will die.

At this moment, Liu Xunhuan's will cannot be defeated, if he is defeated, the magic sword is the master, and he is the sword slave!!

"Qingshan is still the same, where are the heroes now!!"

"When I was a teenager, I set up a Lingyun ambition to break through these Jiuxiao mountains and rivers!!"

"However, the world is so sad, the young man has passed away, and he is empty and sad, only to remember the past and remember the past ...... wine"

The melodious melody echoed in the wilderness of Tianlong City, between the grass and the paths, the old and the young, carrying the medicine basket, the old man's body was slightly rickety, full of vicissitudes, and the singing voice spit out from his mouth, with a bit of helplessness and sadness.

And the young man was a fourteen or fifteen-year-old girl, with a ponytail, and her simple face seemed to reveal a little bit of unworldliness, but when she heard the old man's singing, there was also a little sadness in her eyes.

"Grandpa, why are you here again?"

The girl's voice is crisp and clean, without impurities, although it is not moving, but it is very pleasant.

"Xiao Ke, do you miss your brother?"

The old man looked at the girl with vicissitudes of life, and his eyes were full of doting, but when he spoke, he could not hide the sadness in his eyes.

"Grandpa, don't you say it, okay?"

There was a hint of anger in the girl's eyes, and she glanced over her head, tears rolling in her eyes again.

"Xiao Ke, grandpa won't say it...... Don't talk about it."

The old man touched the girl's head and sighed, and the youthful figure of the radiant, loyal and simple boy seemed to echo in his mind again, but now, he could only recall the past.

The breeze blew, and the old and the young were silent, carrying the large and small medicine baskets on their backs, and they seemed to be reminiscing.

Walking through the meadow and through the path, the two came to the lake.

"Grandpa, a lot of dead people."

The girl saw the corpse lying on the ground next to the lake, and her eyes were different, and she whispered.

The old man's brow furrowed, and then he shook his head.

"There's—people there." The girl saw that in the middle of the lake, the figure of the Tao was floating in the water, and there was no life.

"Xiao Ke, let's go."

The old man took the girl's hand, as if he didn't want the girl to see the dead people.

But although the girl was pulled by the old man, she seemed reluctant to look away, and her eyes were clean—staring straight at the figure in the lake.

"Grandpa, wait—next." The girl shouted, but the old man still pulled the girl: "Xiao Ke, let's go."

"Wait—grandpa, he's like an older brother."

The girl still refused to leave, her eyes staring at the figure in the lake.

And when he heard the girl's words, the old man also looked at the figure in the middle of the lake, it was a young man, with clean lines on his face, sharp edges and corners, very delicate, and his grandson, indeed, there were two points of resemblance.

The same age, the same clean face, but I don't know if his smile can be as clean and sunny as his grandson.

The old man's hand was released, and the girl's body moved slightly, and she stepped directly into the lake, tapping the lake water with the tips of her feet, and Ling Bo stepped forward, which can only be done by cultivating in the Star Condensing Realm.

Soon, the girl came to the figure in the lake, lifted the young man's body, and then walked again and returned to the lake.

"Grandpa, he's still alive."

The girl gently put the young man down, only to see that the young man's body was covered with blood, and his clean face seemed to have been soaked in water for a long time, and it was a little vain and pale.

The old man looked at the young man and nodded, "The earth is still breathing."

"Then grandpa, you save him."

The girl looked at the old man with clean eyes, with a bit of anticipation.

The old man's eyes widened, and he seemed to hesitate a little, shook his head slightly, and said, "Xiao Ke, after your brother left, grandpa swore that he would never save anyone in this life except for you."

"Grandpa, that's a rhetoric, you are a pharmacist, you save the life and help the wounded, you are the most merciful person, how can you see death without saving it, and besides, didn't you realize that he really looks like his brother."

The girl said anxiously, her voice revealing a bit of earnestness.

"Xiao Ke, but he's not your brother after all." The old man smiled wryly and shook his head.

"I don't care, you—you're going to save him." The girl said coquettishly, as if she was cheating, so that the old man was speechless, after the grandson left, in this world, he was left with such a granddaughter to accompany him, and it was his only relative.

"Only this time!!"

The old man held up a finger at the girl,

The girl's face immediately overflowed with a slight smile, and she nodded heavily: "Thank you, grandpa."

The old man shook his head, squatted down slightly, and put his fingers on the young man's wrist.

But it was only for a moment, the old man trembled, his hand suddenly retracted, and his eyes flashed with shock.

"Grandpa, what's wrong?"

The girl was puzzled when she saw the old man's movements.

"Xiao Ke, no, we can't save this person." The old man looked at the girl with a bit of sharpness in his eyes and a firm look in his eyes.

"Why?" The girl was puzzled.

"If you can't save it, you can't save it, Xiao Ke, let's go."

The old man pulled the girl and wanted to leave, but the girl was puzzled, and her eyes stared at the young man lying on the ground.

"Ahem!!"

—A cough came from the young man's mouth, and blood donations mixed with the water of the lake flowed out of the young man's mouth, which made the girl startled.

"No, grandpa, he's still alive, if we don't save him, he'll die."

The girl broke free from the old man's hand and refused to leave.

"Xiao Ke, this person really can't be saved." The old man persuaded.

"What can't you save the ground, grandpa, your medical skills are so powerful, proficient in all kinds of herbs, there is no injury you can't cure, I know you swore never to save people again because you couldn't save your brother at the beginning, but now he and his brother are about to die, you can save it, why don't you save it."

The girl seemed to be a little angry and yelled at the old man, making the old man tremble lightly and look at the girl in a daze.

After a moment of silence, the old man sighed, but he still couldn't resist the girl, put down the medicine basket and handed it to the girl, then squatted down and took out a small box from his body.

The box was opened, and it was filled with the ground, and it was a golden needle, a golden needle.

The limbs and bones, meridians, bones and flesh of the human body can be connected, and through the technique of golden needle puncture, the qi of the person can be passed, the blood can be dredged through the meridians, and the blockage can be broken.

Stripped off the young man's lichen, a flame appeared in the old man's hand, wrapped around the golden needle, and the flame golden needle slowly pierced the young man's skin, making a slight sound of sneering.

The old man condensed all his thoughts on the young man, and even put down ninety-nine to one hundred needles, so that the young man's body was full of golden needles.

The girl saw this in the side of the curtain with a shocked look, his grandfather, nine needles - life, which means nine needles down, can continue people's lives.

But at this moment, the old man has taken a hundred stitches in a row, and it can be seen that the condition of this young man is not trivial.

After the ninety-nine-hundred-hundred-needle pierced the young man's body, a flame appeared in the old man's hand again, wandering on those golden needles, so that the cloud and yang flames on the golden needles would not be extinguished, and they kept piercing into the young man's skin, so that the young man's whole body became red, and the blocked blood meridians were gradually opened.

Where the needle pierced, a trace of black blood flowed out, and it was immediately steamed dry by the flames.

At the same time, in the young man's body, there is also a stream of water vapor, which is constantly coming out and being evaporated, and these water vapor enters the body of the young man, and it is not spit out of the mouth, but steamed out.

The girl saw that the young man's pale face gradually became red, and her heart relaxed slightly, nine needles to continue life, ninety-nine - one hundred needles, enough to continue nine lives, this young man could not be saved.

The young man's body became more and more red, as if it was about to burn, and the whole body was filled with the light of fire.

"Ahem!!"

The coughing sound came out again, and it seemed to have a bit of life, making the girl's smile brighter and brighter.

"Get up."

The old man's palms trembled, and in an instant, all the hundred golden needles jumped out of the young man's body, and the old man burned them all with the flames, and then put them back into his wooden box, and put them away.

(End of chapter)