Flower Stealing Master Chapter 1079: You can raise your wife and daughter, don’t worry about it
"I...I think my chest is so hot..." Yelu Nanxian replied weakly, half-opened and half-closed.
Song Qingshu knew that this was an illusion after she was injured, and hurriedly sealed the acupuncture points around her wound: "Miss Nanxian, you must not heal your wounds with luck, lest the sword qi damages your foundation, and I will remove the sword for you. Angry."
"Much...Thank you..." Yelu Nanxian's beautiful eyes closed tightly, tears loomed faintly at the corners of his eyes, I don't know if it hurts too much or his father used himself as a shield.
Song Qingshu hurriedly input a ray of true qi into her body, and controlled the ray of sword qi to prevent it from making trouble in Yelu Nanxian's body, but it took time to resolve it.
Fortunately, just now when Song Qingshu noticed something wrong, he not only retracted most of his strength, but also avoided the key points. At this time, Yelu Nanxian might have died away.
Now she is seriously injured, but as long as Song Qingshu gets rid of her sword qi, and no matter how well she takes care of her, she won't worry about her life.
As soon as the injuries in her body were controlled, Tian Guinong, who was not far away, suddenly vomited a mouthful of black blood, shocked Cheng Yaojia next to him and cried out: "Song...this person, this person..."
Song Qingshu was holding Yelu Nanxian in her arms and appeared beside Tian Guinong as soon as he stepped forward. He was surprised to see him like a gossip. He was hit by Yelu Yixin before, although he was beaten. In the middle of the heart, but it should not endanger his life, so I saved Yelu Nanxian first, but why is it like this now?
Seeing the pool of black blood on the ground, Song Qingshu's expression changed, and he hurriedly tore open Tian Guinong's back clothes, and there was a black fist mark there.
"Poisonous!" Song Qingshu's face finally changed, and he could smell the bloody, disgusting, vomiting odor after such a distance, obviously poisonous and overbearing.
Stretching out his hand to get his pulse, Song Qingshu's face suddenly sinks like water, and he can only do his best to deliver zhenqi into his body.
"Song...Master, am I out of help?" Seeing his face, Tian Guinong sighed.
Song Qingshu was silent for a moment, and after all, he told the truth: "Poison gas is attacking the heart, and Da Luo Jinxian will not be able to save it."
"Hey, after all, there is still no life." Tian Guinong smiled wryly, "My son, don't waste his anger, I have something to say to you." After speaking, he took a look at Cheng Yaojia and his wife.
The reason for her husband's injury was this man. Cheng Yaojia glared at him irritably, but it was indeed inconvenient for her to eavesdrop on her dying last words, so she helped her husband and walked to the side.
Song Qingshu did not take back his anger: "You said it, my cultivation level can stand up." Although Tian Guinong is despicable in the original work, he is his own subordinate in this world. He planned to form a team of villains, and he was one of them, so watching his life gradually pass, he was still very sad.
"Thank you, son!" Feeling the constant qi pouring into his body, Tian Guinong's cold heart couldn't help warming up, and he took out a roll of old robes from his arms. "Last time I learned from the son. The whereabouts of the evil swordsmanship, I couldn't resist the temptation for a while to sneak to Fuzhou to get the swordsmanship..."
Song Qingshu sighed secretly, Yue Buqun, Zuo Lengchan, and Lin Ping deliberately searched for this evil swordsmanship. For this reason, suspicions and ghosts doubted each other, but they finally fell into Tian Guinong's hands.
Gently rubbing the robes with his fingers, Tian Guinong’s eyes were filled with reluctance: "The martial arts in this are really mysterious. I have only practiced for a few months, and the martial arts have advanced by leaps and bounds, but unfortunately I don’t know how to leak the news. , Was stared at by a mysterious person... I dressed up all the way and tried countless ways, but I was caught up in Yangzhou after all..." The old farmer’s dressing up before was obviously changed. Now the make-up on his face has fallen off. Revealed the original face.
Song Qingshu was silent, knowing that the mysterious person in his mouth should be Yelv Yixin, and he was equally strange. Yelv Yixin was the privy envoy of the Southern Court of Liao State, with a high position. Why did he come to involve the grievances of the rivers and lakes?
"After all, this evil swordsmanship has nothing to do with me, so leave it to the son." Tian Guinong stuffed his robes into Song Qingshu's arms.
Song Qingshu frowned and didn't pick it up. Instead, he said, "This is your relic. You can give it to Mrs. Zun or Qingwen." The wife in his mouth is naturally Guilan, and Qingwen is Tian. Tian Qingwen, the daughter of the farmer.
Tian Guinong smiled: "This martial arts is not suitable for women's cultivation. It is better for the son to collect it. I found this based on the son's instructions. It should be owned by the son."
Song Qingshu gave a wry smile. The evil swordsmanship is indeed not suitable for women's cultivation, but it is also not suitable for men's cultivation. The phrase "I want to practice magical skills and wield a knife from the palace." How many men heard the crotch cool in those days.
Tian Guinong obviously didn't want to elaborate on this for him, so he put the robes into Song Qingshu's arms and looked at the northern sky, his eyes gradually dimmed: "My son, Nanlan and Qingwen, please take care of them in the future."
Song Qingshu's heart moved, and a well-known saying in his previous life blurted out: "You can raise your wife and daughter, so don't worry about it."
A strange color appeared on Tian Guinong's face, but he finally laughed: "That's good, that's good..."
Looking at his eyes slowly closing, Song Qingshu couldn't help sighing. He has been giving the other party true qi, how can he not know that his vitality is gone?
"Master, Master~" At this time, the Jinlong Gang who had been ambushing nearby ran out, "Master, let's go, the Qing country has received news that a group of soldiers are coming here."
Song Qingshu nodded slightly. With his current status, it was indeed inconvenient to meet with the Manchu army. He immediately ordered the people of the Golden Dragon Gang to take away Tian Guinong’s remains, and helped Cheng Yaojia with 6 Guanying. Holding Yelu Nanxian, who was in a coma, returned to the secret stronghold of the Golden Dragon Gang with them.
"Where's your helper?" Song Qingshu couldn't help asking without seeing Jiao Wan'er.
"The helper has taken people to Taizhou to do errands these days." The Golden Dragon gang replied.
Song Qingshu nodded. Jiao Wan'er was in charge of such a large stall alone. It was indeed too busy. On the contrary, the boss was much more leisurely.
"Go and order a good coffin, send Tian Guinong's body to Tianfu in Yanjing City, and give it to Mrs. Tian, and help him to be buried. Remember to give this letter to Mrs. Tian." Song Qingshu handed a secret letter to one of his subordinates. The letter roughly wrote about what happened, and comforted them by saying things like mourning for their mothers and daughters.
"Yes, the master!" Because of the previous victory over the Qing army, Song Qingshu's prestige in the Golden Snake Camp is unparalleled, and this gang is obviously extremely excited to be able to do things for him.
"In addition, go to the city to find a doctor with good medical skills to heal the six young villagers. Don't worry about the cost. If it is useful, let him use all the precious medicinal materials." Song Qingshu ordered again.
"Okay," the subordinate was wondering why the master took the 6th champion so much. When he was about to withdraw, he suddenly thought of something, "Don't you need to ask the doctor to see that girl?"
Song Qingshu knew that he was talking about Yelu Nanxian, and shook his head: "No, I will treat Yelu girl." Yelu Nanxian was hurt by his sword aura, if it weren't for her to dissolve the sword aura in her body. If so, no matter how smart a doctor can save her life, she won't be able to keep her skills.
Know that a thousand-year-old monster like Mingzun was absorbed by A Qing’s innate sword aura, and tried countless ways to dissolve the sword aura in his body. Instead, his injuries became more and more serious. In the end, he could only run to Heimu. Ya seeks to absorb the stars and loses his skill, only then can Ah Qing's sword energy like a tarsal maggot be eliminated.
After all arrangements were made, Song Qingshu returned to the room where Yelu Nanxian was placed just now, and looked at her slightly frowned brows in the semi-comatose state, and suddenly regretted: I had known this. I shouldn’t have used sword energy just now. Yiyang pointed out that she would not be so uncomfortable at the moment.
I don't know why. He just saw Yelu Yixin's heart feeling murderous. It was obvious that the two didn't know each other before. Is it because the land returned to the farm? It's impossible...
Song Qingshu shook his head, dispelled all speculations in his mind, helped Yelu Nanxian to sit in front of him, and then reached out and unzipped her clothes.
During the whole process, Song Qingshu's eyes were very clear, and there was no trace of evil thoughts at all. Now he would not deliberately take advantage of this, because Yelu Nanxian was injured on his chest, and he couldn't handle the wound through his clothes.
Fortunately, the wound caused by Jian Qi is between her chest and her collarbone, so the clothes only need to be taken off a few inches below her collarbone. If the wound is lower, even if Song Qingshu has no evil thoughts, that kind of The situation is inevitably a bit embarrassing.
He stretched out his palm and pressed it on her wound~IndoMTL.com~ Yelu Nanxian couldn't help but hum, apparently touching her sore spot. Song Qingshu's subsequent movements became more and more gentle, carefully dissolving the sword qi in her body into invisible.
After resolving the sword qi, Song Qingshu picked up a bunch of small red flowers that had been prepared early in the morning. This small red flower has a rather interesting name, "Buddha Seat Little Red Lotus", which can not help but reduce swelling and muscle growth. It also has a certain detoxification effect and is a good medicine for treating trauma.
Song Qingshu first smashed half of the small red flowers, fed them into Yelu Nanxian’s mouth, and placed the remaining half an inch near her wound. Then, with the vigorous internal force of luck, the medicine contained in the flowers was reduced one by one. Point forced into her wound.
In this way, about half an hour later, Yelu Nanxian gave a cry, woke up, and whispered: "Am... Am I still alive?"
Song Qingshu smiled slightly: "Originally, I didn't live anymore, but Yan Wangye saw that you are such a beautiful little girl. It would be a shame to die before you married, so let me bring you back."
"Your mouth is always so sweet." Yelu Nanxian has been with him for a long time, and is more or less accustomed to his speaking style.
Suddenly, I felt a slight coolness on my chest, and I looked down, and I was startled to see my smooth and jade skin.
"I was in a hurry to follow the authority, so I untied my clothes and healed her wounds, and hoped that Miss Nanxian would not be offended." Song Qingshu quickly explained.
The red glow on Yelu Nanxian's face flashed away, and he said openly: "Our women on the grassland are not as shy as your Han women, not to mention that they actually didn't show anything."
"Yes," Song Qingshu smacked his lips regretfully. "It would be nice if the wound went down two inches."
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