Upon hearing Yue Chenqing's cries, Jiang Yexue immediately looked at Murong Chuyi, while Mo Xi turned to look at Yue Chenqing. "Did he have a nightmare?"
Yue Chenqing was curled up under the cloak, only revealing a small strand of his black hair. He was choking with sobs.
"Fourth Uncle … don't be angry …" he sobbed. "Don't blame me. Don't ignore me …"
Murong Chuyi didn't like to have any emotional interactions with others, so even though Yue Chenqing was clearly calling out to him in his dreams, he pretended not to hear him and meditated with his eyes closed.
However, Yue Chenqing seemed to be greatly tormented by the nightmare. Not only did his ravings not stop, they became more and more frequent. In the end, the confusion and pain in his voice were almost tangible.
The young man sobbed, "Fourth Uncle …"
"…" Murong Chuyi frowned and remained silent for a moment. Finally, he couldn't help but stand up and wave his wide sleeves. He floated to Yue Chenqing's side and sat down beside him.
He lowered his head. His handsome face, which was like an ice lake under the moonlight, was obviously unwilling and impatient. However, in the end, he lifted Yue Chenqing's clothes and stretched his jade-like hand towards Yue Chenqing's forehead.
Murong Chuyi's expression changed as soon as he touched Yue Chenqing's forehead.
Jiang Yexue asked, "How is he?"
Murong Chuyi said, "He has a high fever."
Although typhoid fever wasn't a big deal for cultivators and could sometimes be cured by drinking medicine, Yue Chenqing's condition wasn't optimistic.
Jiang Yexue went over and carefully adjusted the cloak that covered Yue Chenqing's body. He then raised his hand to feel Yue Chenqing's temperature. He was shocked. "So hot …"
"He shouldn't have had a fever." Murong Chuyi looked down at Yue Chenqing's red face. "When I saved him just now, I used the Sacred Heart Technique."
Mo Xi suddenly looked up at Murong Chuyi. The Sacred Heart Technique …
Jiang Yexue's expression didn't look good. "Little Uncle, why did you …"
Murong Chuyi said coldly, "Why?"
"That's a forbidden technique!"
"So what?"
Jiang Yexue, "…"
Expecting Murong Chuyi to follow Chong Chuyi's laws was like expecting a carp to live on land. It was impossible.
The Sacred Heart Technique was a forbidden technique of medicine cultivation. It could heal a body riddled with scars in an extremely short period of time, and guarantee that the subject would not be infected with diseases that weakened the body, such as cold, malaria, or other diseases that weakened the body for three days. In short, it was powerful, simple, and crude. Even if one did not specialize in medicine, it was very easy to master.
Logically speaking, such a miraculous medical technique should be widely promoted. However, no one was perfect, and no technique was perfect. The Sacred Heart Technique also had a very scary problem, and that was that it had extremely high requirements for the practitioner's state of mind. The so-called "Sacred Heart" was pure and untainted. When the practitioner saved someone, their heart must be very pure and not have the slightest bit of distracting thoughts. They couldn't have any fluctuations of a guilty conscience. Otherwise, the practitioner's heart would be damaged.
If it was light, his vitality would be greatly damaged. If it was serious, he would die suddenly.
Jiang Yexue knew that it was useless to reason with him. Thus, he said worriedly, "Then your body …"
Murong Chuyi ignored Jiang Yexue's words. He lowered his head and felt the pulse in Yue Chenqing's neck. After a while, he opened his eyes and said, "The Sacred Heart Technique can prevent all common causes of typhoid, but Yue Chenqing still has a high fever."
Jiang Yexue said, "… Is it because of the Gu worm?"
Murong Chuyi didn't answer, but he couldn't help but frown slightly.
There was no other possibility for this situation. It was indeed because of the Gu worm. However, the Gu worm that even the Sacred Heart Technique couldn't suppress must be very difficult to deal with. At the moment, they didn't know the characteristics of the Gu worm. They could only wait for Gu Mang to come back to find a solution.
"Let's wait first." Murong Chuyi touched Yue Chenqing's forehead and smoothed out the messy hair on Yue Chenqing's forehead. "Let's wait for Gu Mang to come back first."
There was no other way. The three of them could only guard Yue Chenqing and meditate while waiting for Gu Mang to come back.
Among them, Mo Xi was the most talented. In addition, his spiritual power and Primordial Spirit had only been weakened by the Mirror of Time. He didn't really suffer any real injuries. Thus, in less than two hours, he had already recovered eighty percent.
Mo Xi opened his eyes and saw that Murong Chuyi and Jiang Yexue were still in a weak state of meditation. Especially Murong Chuyi, whose cold cheeks were like ice jade. Not only did the color of his lips not increase, but they became even paler.
He felt that something was wrong. He got up and walked to Murong Chuyi's side. He half-knelt down and looked at him. "Mr. Murong?"
"…" Murong Chuyi didn't answer. There was a stream of spiritual power surging between his eyebrows. His sword-like eyebrows were knitted together, and he seemed to be in pain.
Mo Xi stretched out his hand and felt that Murong Chuyi's spiritual power was in disorder. He was slightly surprised and immediately put his finger on Murong Chuyi's forehead, transferring his own spiritual power into Murong Chuyi's body.
"Cough, cough, cough!"
After a while, Murong Chuyi leaned forward and suddenly coughed out a mouthful of blood!
He came out of his meditative state and slowly raised his eyes. He looked at Mo Xi's face in a daze.
After a while, Murong Chuyi came back to his senses. He lowered his eyelashes and wiped away the blood. He said in a hoarse voice, "… Thank you."
Mo Xi knew that Murong Chuyi was cold and reclusive, so he didn't want to say much. However, when he saw how weak Murong Chuyi was, he finally pursed his lips and said, "You should have felt it yourself. You attracted the fire bats by yourself, and then you used the Sacred Heart Technique recklessly. Even your heart meridians were damaged. Under these circumstances, if you hastily meditate to recover your spiritual power, you will be more likely to enter the Inner Demon. Why didn't you say so earlier? "
Murong Chuyi said, "There's nothing to say."
"…"
"Lord Xi He, please keep my mouth shut about my injuries," Murong Chuyi said. "I don't want more people to know. Whether it's Yue Chenqing, or … "
He paused and glanced at Jiang Yexue, who was in a meditative state.
"It's still him."
Murong Chuyi's gaze was really strange. It was said that Chi Xian was cold and aloof, untainted by the mortal world. He usually stayed in seclusion and didn't interact with the world. Mo Xi only knew that Murong Chuyi didn't treat Jiang Yexue well. However, after interacting with him for a few times, he could feel that there was a clear difference between the way Murong Chuyi treated Yue Chenqing and Jiang Yexue.
As an elder, although Murong Chuyi didn't care about Yue Chenqing and didn't want to talk nonsense, if Yue Chenqing really pestered him and acted coquettishly and praised him, Murong Chuyi would still look at him and snort. Moreover, Murong Chuyi was willing to use the Forbidden Technique for Yue Chenqing, and even got injured because of it.
This meant that no matter what, Yue Chenqing had a place in Murong Chuyi's heart.
However, it was different for Jiang Yexue.
Perhaps it was because Murong Chuyi's adoptive sister, Murong Huang, and Jiang Yexue's mother had served the same husband. Murong Huang had suffered a lot because of Jiang Yexue's mother, so Murong Chuyi was completely hostile to Jiang Yexue.
Not only was there hostility, there was also hatred.
There were even some … Mo Xi couldn't put his finger on it, but he felt that there were some more obscure negative emotions in Murong Chuyi's eyes.
"Fourth Uncle … it hurts …"
There was another faint moan. Yue Chenqing mumbled helplessly in a daze from the fever, "My head … it hurts …"
Murong Chuyi glanced at the child who was curled up in the corner. Yue Chenqing called out to him for a while, then sobbed softly. Suddenly, his voice was hoarse as he mumbled, "Ma … Ma …"
Murong Chuyi immediately froze. Ever since Mo Xi met him, he had always been indifferent and aloof. His face was as clear as white jade, and there were rarely any ripples on it. However, at this moment, Murong Chuyi's face seemed to be filled with a myriad of emotions.
He gritted his teeth and looked angry and resentful. "She always fails to live up to expectations and doesn't listen to me. How can I still call her?"
However, he still held Yue Chenqing's trembling hand.
The boy's body temperature was terrifyingly high. Murong Chuyi held his fingers, and a trace of heartache and sadness flashed across his stern face. Finally, he coaxed him stiffly, "It's okay, it's okay."
Yue Chenqing was still mumbling in his sleep, "It hurts …"
"With me here, it will be okay."
"It hurts …"
Murong Chuyi's sword-like eyebrows were raised in anger. He finally reached the end of his compassion. "Bear with it!"
Mo Xi was speechless.
After a while, Jiang Yexue's spiritual power had mostly recovered. He slowly opened his eyes from his meditation and looked around.
"Brother Gu hasn't come back yet?"
Mo Xi said, "Not yet."
Jiang Yexue also went to Yue Chenqing's side. However, since Murong Chuyi was there, there was no place for him to stay. He was also not the one who should hold Yue Chenqing's hand.
He had always been in this position in the Yue Clan. It was like this before he left, and it was still like this now. Whether it was his uncle or his brother, he was always pushed to the edge. He was the one who was dispensable.
Jiang Yexue was already used to this. However, his gaze still lingered on Murong Chuyi's hand for a while. There was a hint of sadness in his eyes. Then, he said, "If it's burning again … why don't I use the Sacred Heart Technique again? Maybe I can …"
Before he could finish his sentence, he suddenly heard rapid footsteps outside the cave. "We're back, we're back!"
They saw Gu Mang plunge into the cave. Behind him, there was a half-transformed little demon following him hesitantly. It hid behind Gu Mang and stuck its head out to look around.
This was really out of the three people's expectations. One must know that when Gu Mang left, he said that he was going to "catch a demon". However, this little demon did not look like it had been "caught" by Gu Mang. It seemed to have "followed" him back willingly. Not only did it follow him, it even used a furry little paw to grab Gu Mang's sleeve. It looked like it had entered a tiger's den and only Gu Mang could be trusted.
If Yue Chenqing was awake at this time, he would definitely ask, "Brother, did you feed it drugs?"
However, the three people present were not people who would ask such a question. Mo Xi stared at the little paw for a while. The little demon only came out for a moment when they entered the cave. After that, it stuck close to Gu Mang and hid its little body behind Gu Mang. It did not want to show its face at all.
Gu Mang exhaled and said, "Sorry for the wait. Although there are many demons on the island, there are not many who know the inside story. Moreover, the fog swallows have been searching for us everywhere, so it took some effort. How is Young Master Xiao Yue?"
"He has a fever. It should be caused by the Gu worm." Murong Chuyi paused and glanced behind Gu Mang. "Who did you bring back?"
"Oh." Gu Mang smiled. He raised his hand and waved the little paw that was holding him tightly. "Rongrong, come here. These are the people I mentioned to you just now."
After a few moments of silence, half of the little face hesitantly stretched out from behind Gu Mang and quickly shrank back.
Gu Mang turned around and comforted it, "It's okay. No one will hit you."
Only then did the little demon slowly and timidly walk out from behind Gu Mang. It turned out to be a little female demon. Her age could not be determined. However, just by looking at her body, she seemed to be only sixteen or seventeen years old. Looking closely, she was not a bat. Her petite body was covered with yellowish-brown feathers of a sparrow.
"Her name is Rongrong. She is a little fairy bird, not a demon." Gu Mang smiled and explained, "Come, Rongrong. This is Murong Chuyi, Brother Murong. This is Jiang Yexue, Brother Jiang. This is …"
He glanced at Mo Xi and did not deliberately avoid him. He still smiled and said, "This is Mo Xi, Brother Mo. They are all good people. You can go and say hello to them. "
Rong Rong seemed to be very timid and shy. She kept her head down the entire time, but when she heard Gu Mang's words, she slowly raised her head. Her face was in the prime of its life, and it shamed the moon and the flowers. Her beautiful face was adorned with a pair of beautiful eyes, and her lips were bright red even without the use of pills. There were three red stamens on her bright and clear forehead.
She said softly and timidly, "My, my name is Rongrong. I am not a fairy bird. I am just … a half-fairy of the Featherman tribe on Mount Jiuhua …"
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"The Failed Senior Meeting of the Previous Film Festival – Shizun's Article"
Vegetable Bao Eat Vegetable: Our special guest, Professor Chu Wan-ning, the most failed teacher in the previous film festival, is here to meet Mr. Murong Chuyi ~ ~ ~
Chu Wan-ning: I have three disciples.
Murong Chuyi: I have two nephews.
Chu Wan-ning: My two disciples often fight among themselves.
Murong Chuyi: My two nephews also have a bad relationship.
Chu Wan-ning: I have a disciple who is blind.
Murong Chuyi: I have two nephews who are lame.
Chu Wan-ning: I have a disciple who is a die-hard fan of mine. He thinks that everything I do is right.
Murong Chuyi: I have a nephew who is also a die-hard fan of mine. He thinks that everything I do is right.
Chu Wanning: "What a coincidence. May I ask if there's one of your nephews who doesn't like you, but when you're not around, he'll make a fuss and make a fuss?"
Murong Chuyi: … No. Why do you suddenly ask?
Chu Wan-ning (sigh): It's nothing. As someone who has been there, I can empathize. I want to remind you to teach your two nephews well. If you have a third nephew who is spoiled, has a temper, and is uncultured, you have to pay special attention and be careful.
Murong Chuyi: …
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