The man in blue flew over with the young man on his back and rushed into the valley and headed straight into Hanshuangyuan.

The setting sun is like blood, the peach branches in the courtyard are swaying lightly, and the plants and trees are flourishing, just like years.

The young man's back hurts the bony ribs on his chest. Lan Suwan protects the broken left hand of the person on his back, and keeps falling down, heading straight for Yinzhuju.

"Master!" With a loud sob, she gasped. Lan Suwan couldn't control herself and knelt in front of Yinzhuju's door with a young man on her back. Yusheng choked up because of sobs: "Junior brother is back..."

After saying that, he couldn't stop crying, and suddenly he trembled. "Master... Junior Brother... Junior Brother is back..."

But when you hear the eagle and birds singing, the thin bamboo door of the bamboo house was suddenly pushed open from the inside.

Duanmu Jiexian stood in a plain white underwear, trembling with her hands holding the door.

Long scattered on her shoulders, her temples as white as snow, her face turned white and desolate... Her empty eyes stared blankly at the direction where Lan Suwan was kneeling. "Little Lan... Xiao'er..."

I don’t know if it was because of the filthy smell that had never been seen in Hanshuang’s courtyard, or the strong smell of blood that was not dissipated in the air, or the low breathing sound that young people could hardly hear... Duanmu Jiexian took a step forward slowly, her lips were white without blood, and her eyes suddenly turned red.

"Xiao'er..."

Lan Suwan saw the haggard and pale look of the man in white, sobbed even more and couldn't stop crying. "Master... Junior Brother... Junior Brother..."

The blue shadows in the past are as sharp and stern as a person.

A man who was humble, cautious, calm and solemn in the past.

A person who was once in a luxurious and introverted manner.

This is what it looks like now.

Lan Suwan leaned on the ground and knelt, her voice trembling. Her heart stinged like a needle... so painful that she couldn't speak.

The man in white had a dull throat and spoke several times, but he didn't say anything...

He slowly moved forward, trembling step by step. Suddenly, his eyes became dark and he couldn't stand alone.

Ye Luye jumped over and rushed over, holding the woman in white: "Master!"

Lan Suwan was also anxious when she saw this: "Master..."

"Send Xiao'er... to the medicine house..." The man in white leaned on Ye Luye, and said softly and dumbly.

Lan Suwan reached out to support the ground, crawled up with tears, and immediately walked into the medicine house with the person on her back. "Yes! Master."

Duanmu Jiexian held Ye Green Leaf tightly and calmed down for a while before walking into the medicine house.

The green leaves stared at the eyes and were worried. After seeing Lan Suwan and the ragged and dirty person on her back, they looked back at the man in white with deep worries and trembling and his pale face. "Master..."

Before Duanmu Jiexian could speak, she shook her head and said, "It's okay to be a teacher..."

After saying that, he staggered into the medicine house.

Lan Suwan hurriedly treated the broken left hand in the forest by Lan Suwan. After taking the pulse in the white man, he trembled his five fingers and ordered the leaves to take the blood coagulation pill, and frosted Yun Xiao first.

Then he asked the two to go to the kitchen to boil the water and cool it, and then wipe the whole body of the teenager and rinse the wound on the broken bones. Then he slowly tied Lan Suwan to his wrist and wrapped the white cloth used to temporarily stop the bleeding of the teenager, and then re-fixed and bandaged the broken bones.

The leaves were green and green, and the man in white was not seen trembling with his fingers in his sleeves. He only saw the young man's skinny and rugged body covered with twisted and small wounds, like insect bites or ants, dense, deep and shallow, twisted and intertwined, from the neck to the waist, from the limbs to the thighs, the wounds were covered with wounds, layer after layer, almost covering the whole body of the person on the tummy.

The hand touched it like a reverse scale, and there was no complete piece of flesh.

The man in green clothes couldn't help but breathe, his hands trembled slightly, and he slowly gritted his teeth.

Lan Suwan also held back the sob and wiped the young man's whole body inch by inch. After several times, she took away a large bucket of dirty black water.

The two of them followed Duanmu for many years, both of whom understood the principle of not avoiding medical treatment. Seeing Yun Xiao’s wounds on his body, his heart felt like he was twisted up, and his eyes could not control the mist.

Duanmu seemed to feel something, and his hand was slowly stretched out in his sleeve, gently stroked the young man's chest.

"Master...Don't..." Lan Suwan saw her in tears, her voice was hoarse, and she cried. "Don't look..."

Before he could finish his words, tears had fallen on the back of his hand.

Duanmu's face was pale and calm.

The finger touched the ribs, and the countless small wounds on her body, uneven and dense... She stopped for a little while.

Then his fingertips shook, his five fingers trembled, and he curled up.

"Take...take blood-activating and muscle-generating cream and apply it to Xiao'er."

"Yes!" Ye Luye responded, turned around and walked quickly to the pharmacy to get the medicine.

Lan Suwan used a white towel to wet the cool boiling salt water to wipe Yun Xiao's face. When she turned around, her eyes suddenly became panic!

"Master...Master!"

The man in white covered his lips with his hands, bleeding from his fingers, and bleeding from the corners of his mouth continued to flow down his wrists, dripping on the white clothes.

"Master! Master... how are you?"

The man in white coughed with depression, his fingers trembled, and his eyes suddenly became dark... The next moment, he vomited blood suddenly, and he closed his eyes and went forward.

"Master!" Lan Suwan grabbed the woman and cried and called anxiously: "Master--"

The person who lost too much blood on the couch was already unconscious had a slight trembling between his fingers and his eyelids struggled slightly.

...

It was two days after the man in white woke up again. He heard that there seemed to be a sound outside the Thousand Woods Forest. In the turn, the bamboo door was pushed open from the outside, and the green leaves quickly walked in.

"Master!"

The woman lay weakly on the couch, looking in her direction. "There seems to be a sound in the nine-curve formation..."

There was a strange flash in Ye Luye's eyes, and he said, "No."

All the people on the couch were invisible. When they returned, they suddenly coughed, and they tried to get up, and their voices were trembling with worries: "...Xiao'er...what's going on?"

Ye Luye stepped forward to support the man in white and said calmly: "Before you wake up, Xiaolan decocts medicinal soup every day and takes care of herbal medicine. Her injuries have improved, so don't worry."

The wind in the valley blew into the house, Duanmu Jiexian leaned on her, her white clothes swaying slightly, and her hands holding on the edge of the couch trembled slightly. "Well...well."

It was late at night and the forest was silent. The green leaves lay beside the bed of a man in white and fell asleep. The man in white supported the edge of the bed and walked out of the Yinzhuju.

The snowy baby on the couch looked up at the moment when the door opened. At the same time, Ye Luye woke up and turned around and called out, "Master!"

Then he quickly stood up and supported the shaking man from behind. "Master..."

Duanmu Jiexian's face was pale and weak, and her eyes were filled with sorrow and coldness. "Master wants to go and see Xiao'er..."

Ye Luye hesitated for a moment and leaned over and picked up the man in white: "Lu'er sent you over."

After entering the medicine house, a dim halo was scattered in the house, and the man in blue lies on the head of the bed and is sleeping soundly.

Ye Luye turned around and closed the door of the Yaoluo with his feet, while whispering: "Xiao Lan served the soup and took care of the injuries of his master and junior brother back and forth, but he did not close his eyes when he came back."

The man in white smelled her steady and deep breathing and looked pitiful. "Please take her back to the house and rest for a night."

Ye Luye avoided Yun Xiao's left wrist and the woman in white placed in the inner side of the horizontal bed of the medicine house. "Okay. After Lu'er took the Yuanhuo lava lamp and placed it next to his master's junior brother, he took Xiaolan down to rest."

While speaking, he saw Xuewaer following him and jumping onto the wooden couch gently.

Duanmu reached out to touch Yun Xiao, gently held his wrist vein to check, and nodded at the same time.

Ye Luye took a lava lamp and placed it in the medicine house to light it. Then he gently picked up the girl in blue, turned around and closed the door.

Duanmu looked at the young man's pulse and stroked his hand to Yun Xiao's chest again. Through the thin cloth, his fingertips could still touch the bony bones on the person on the couch's chest.

The man in white curled up and stared blankly in the direction of the candlelight in the medicine house.

Soon, the eye feathers trembled: "It's fine when you come back..." and murmured softly, his eyes were wet.

In an instant, my heart was as painful as suffocation and my whole body trembled.

...

Countless cherry blossom petals fall in my mind.

It cut through the sharp blade and cut into two petals, swelling and flying.

He was carried up by the hem of a hurry, slashed by the sword wind and sword energy, and was beaten down by the splash of blood.

Flip and rise and fall soak in blood, and trample it into mud.

The vague crying sounds drowned in the falling man's throat through the rushing fire, unable to hear or see clearly.

Only the burning and hot heat rushed towards him, igniting his blood, ironing his tears, and seeping into every part of his body like magma, tightly wrapping him and burning him.

Pain, grief, anger, despair.

There is nowhere to escape.

"Xiao'er...Xiao'er...Live..."

The gentle and sad female voice suddenly rang in her ears. He couldn't control himself, his breathing became more and more rapid, panic, scared, weak, and cried in a hoarse voice: "Mom..."

...

"mother……"

The person on the couch was in a daze and wanted to move his left hand, but was immediately held down. A cold and slender hand was stroked on the back of the young man's hand, and softly comforted him over and over again: "Xiao'er... nothing is wrong..."

The voice is extremely shallow, and the weak is slightly visible, and the peace and harmony is even more visible.

The cold sweat on the couch was covered with the forehead and slid silently into the temples. After a long time, the breathing slowly calmed down.
To be continued...