Zhang Miao begged Master Ling Su to save Zhao Yun but saw that her master was unmoved. Her heart was filled with grief. She did not know what she was thinking, but her mind was muddled. She summoned the Meng 'e Sword and stabbed herself.
How sharp was the Meng 'e Sword? Moreover, it was close at hand. It was like a flying dragon leaping out or an agile monkey leaping out. That red light was as fast as lightning. No one could block it. Zhang Miao's beautiful body was about to suffer.
Ling Su did not expect Zhang Miao to do such a stupid thing. She quickly formed a Golden Light Seal and waved her hand. A beam of golden light shot towards the Meng 'e Sword.
The golden light arrived first, catching up to the red light in the blink of an eye. With a bang, the red and white light collided with each other. The Dream's Whisper Sword carried the power of wind and thunder, but when it was struck by the golden spirit energy, it was knocked off course and fell to the ground with a clang.
It was complicated to describe but it happened in the blink of an eye. Fortunately, Lingsu's skills were profound. Although she tried to block the attack in a fluster, the golden light did not miss by a hair's breadth. It hit the Meng 'e Sword precisely. If he had been a second late, or if he had used just a bit less strength, Zhang Miao would have died instantly.
Ling Su quickly went to check on her disciple's injuries. She saw her disciple touching her chest and frowning, "Miao 'er, is it painful?"
Although the Meng 'e Sword was hit to the side, it was still a divine weapon after all. The fire energy on the sword had already entered Zhang Miao's chest. Luckily, it did not affect her internal organs and only caused a little pain.
Zhang Miao tried to hurt herself but was stopped by her master. She felt even more sad and cried, "Master, if you don't want to save the brat, why don't you just let me die?"
Ling Su stretched out her hands and hugged Zhang Miao's soft body. She placed her on her lap and caressed her back. She blamed herself, was sad, grumbled, and felt helpless. She sighed, "Silly child, why do you have to do this?"
Zhang Miao buried her head in her master's chest and cried.
"Okay, okay. Miao 'er, don't do anything stupid. I promise to save this brat. "
Hearing this, it was truly a great joy. Zhang Miao's tears turned into laughter. His joy could no longer be suppressed. However, she was still in disbelief. "Master, is that true?" Her smile was like the peach blossoms that had just bloomed after a drizzle of rain.
Ling Su nodded. "However, Miao Er has to agree to one condition."
Zhang Miao asked curiously, "What?"
"You are not allowed to see this brat again in this life."
Zhang Miao exclaimed, "What!"
Ling Su said in a low voice, "This brat made you do something stupid. Agreeing to save him is already going against my wishes. If you continue to be entangled with him, I'm afraid you'll sink into the abyss and be consigned to eternal damnation. This is my greatest concession. Miao 'er should be able to understand my painstaking efforts. "
Zhang Miao was at a loss. The expression on his master's face was so solemn that he knew there was no way to change it. If he wanted to save the stinky brat, they could not meet again. If he did not agree, the stinky brat would not live for more than ten days. It was really hard for him to make a choice. He immediately felt disappointed and frustrated.
Zhang Miao turned back to look at Zhao Yun and saw his anxious expression. He opened his mouth and shouted, as if he was worried about his injury, but also as if he was blaming himself for being stupid. At this moment, their gazes met in the air. They did not avoid each other's gaze and were immersed in each other's eyes. It was like a dream. Was it Yeh or Yeh?
There were thousands of words, but none of them were connected. However, they could feel the hidden gentleness in each other's eyes.
"Stinky brat, we can't meet again."
Zhang Miao felt as if a knife was twisting in his heart. He turned his head and warned himself not to look at Zhao Yun's handsome face.
Her tears fell like rain. She wiped them away bravely and said to her master, "Master, you must save the stinky brat. I can rest assured."
Ling Su said, "I can't cure the poison of Qianji."
Zhang Miao raised his head abruptly and looked at his master in a daze. He exclaimed, "I don't believe it. Master must have a way!"
Ling Su shook her head and said in a low voice, "Qianji is known as the world's number one poison. How can it be detoxified so easily? Even if I'm poisoned, I'm afraid I can't survive. In this vast world, I'm afraid only Manjushri has the ability to do so. "
"Is there no other way?" Zhang Miao was still unwilling to give up. He hoped that his master could come up with another solution.
Ling Su sighed, "That Wutong is just a clown. There's no need to worry about him. However, his master …"
She suddenly stopped and muttered to herself. She continued, "The formula for Qianji poison is precious. The antidote is even harder to find. Others don't know the ratio of the ingredients in the formula. It's really difficult to cure him. The only thing I can do is to give this brat the 'Ruo Mu Pill' that your grandmaster left behind. "
Zhang Miao was shocked. He knew that the 'Ruo Mu Pill' was refined from the ancient divine wood 'Ruo Mu'. Ruo Mu was recorded in the book 'Classic of Mountains and Seas'. "In the vast wilderness, there are Heng Shi Mountain, Nine Yin Mountain, and Ruo Ye Mountain. There are red trees with green leaves and red flowers. It's called Ruo Mu."
The Ruo Mu Pill had the miraculous effect of reviving the dead. It was the most precious treasure of Shuiyue Nunnery. There was only one of it and it could not be used easily. Ling Su was willing to use the Ruo Mu Pill to save Zhao Yun. It was enough to show Zhang Miao's position in Ling Su's heart.
Ling Su said, "Even if this brat takes the Ruo Mu Pill, it can't completely remove the poison. According to my guess, it can only temporarily suppress the poison and delay its outbreak for two to three years. "
Zhang Miao was greatly disappointed. He could not help but ask, "What about two to three years later?"
"Then we can only let this brat fend for himself." Hearing Ling Su's tone, she was also unwilling and helpless. It was just that she was powerless and could not do anything.
Although Zhang Miao was young, he was very decisive. Otherwise, he would not have taken his own life. She had already made up her mind to save Zhao Yun no matter what. Even if he could only live for a few more years, it would be good. Perhaps there would be a turn for the better.
Hence, she gritted her teeth and said resolutely, "Two to three years is still two to three years. I believe that this brat does not have a short life. "
"Miao 'er, do you agree to my conditions?"
Zhang Miao nodded.
Ling Su looked carefully and saw that the words' I have made up my mind 'were clearly written on Zhang Miao's face. She knew that there was no need to say more. With a thought, she immediately removed the' Great Mercy Seal '.
Zhao Yun was still charging with all her might. Unexpectedly, Ling Su removed the golden net and she immediately fell down. However, she did not care about the pain. With one hand on the ground, she shouted, "Sister Miao!"
Zhang Miao was touched. She quickly went over to help Zhao Yun up and said angrily, "This brat always makes people worry. Why would he fall to the ground for no reason? Hehe. "Although she forced a smile, her heart was sour.
Zhao Yun quickly said, "Sister Miao, why did you stab yourself with a sword? Do you know how worried I was about you? "
Zhang Miao only felt that her eyes were sour. Her mischievous Zhu 'er was restless. She quickly calmed herself down and said with a smile, "I was just joking with Master. You brat, you don't know anything. Who told you to worry so much! "
Zhao Yun was about to speak when Ling Su became impatient. She stood on the praying mat and shouted, "Open your mouth!"
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