After I became an immortal in Uchimaki, I went from being a loser to becoming a group favorite.

Chapter 30 "Death" Repeatedly

The long sword barely scraped the ground, and then quickly rose up again.

"Brother!"

Tang Lingyu's flying sword landed on a soft lawn at the bottom of the cliff, and he supported Song Nan to lean on the stone wall at the bottom of the cliff.

"Are you ok?"

Song Nan's description at this time was very embarrassing.

The clothes were torn a lot, and the exposed skin was full of fresh red wounds. Mucus was covered all over his body, and blood was dripping from his forehead and face.

"They are all trauma." Song Nan took a few deep breaths and did not mention the blockage in his spiritual power. Instead, he looked at Tang Ling motionless.

"You have learned how to handle a sword." He said.

"I saw you fall, and in a moment of panic, I... did it."

Tang Ling was in shock, holding her chest and gasping for air.

Song Nan stared at her for a long time, his eyes moving from the mucus and blood stains on her body to his palms.

"Sometimes monks rely on force to practice. It's not uncommon for people like you to suddenly learn the art of sword control, but don't show off to others casually."

He said, "Your hands..."

Tang Ling spread his hands to look, and suddenly took a breath of cold air.

"I was just pulling the rope, trying to drag you up, and I didn't notice that my hand was broken."

When I didn't see it, I just felt hot. After seeing the blood on my hand, why did I suddenly feel so painful?
  Tang Ling wanted to cry.

frightened.

Song Nan saw that her eyes were watery and she kept staring at the palm of her hand. She suddenly turned her head and stopped looking at her.

"Senior brother?"

It’s this sentence again, senior brother.

Just now on the cliff wall, next to the gap, after being thrown out, and when he was rescued.

There was always a scared voice calling timidly.

While shouting, she used her hands that she had pampered since childhood to pull him, little by little, with perseverance.

Until the rope scratched his palm and blood flowed out.

"It's nothing." Song Nan closed his eyes and said, "Put some medicine on yourself. I'll meditate and recover for a while. Please help me pay attention to what's going on around me."

Tang Ling nodded in response.

Compared with the cold at the top of the cliff just now, the environment at the bottom of the cliff can be called warm as spring.

The birds in the forest were chirping low, and occasionally one or two small spiritual beasts that couldn't be named were jumping around among the branches. Everything was quiet and peaceful, just like a dream.

Not far from the bottom of the cliff is a stream, with gurgling water, strange rocks lying on the waves, and green water dripping in the forest. The sunlight is cut and mottled, shining on the joyfully flowing water.

After applying the medicine, Tang Ling went to the stream and wiped off the mucus on his body. Looking at the scene of green water and clear wind in front of him, he felt that everything just now was so unreal.

Just a day ago, I was still worried about the art of sword control, but I learned it in a hurry.

To be precise, the moment he saw the rope on Song Nan's body being burned by the fire sprayed by the salamander, the tight string in Tang Ling's mind suddenly broke.

At that moment, my body and mind reacted strongly.

The oval-shaped luminous body in the sea of ​​​​consciousness that had not seen any movement in the past month suddenly began to run rampant in the sea of ​​​​consciousness.

And because the membrane covering the outer world of consciousness was broken in an instant, Tang Ling felt that everything in front of him instantly became extremely clear, both the outside world and his own.

Every meridian, every blood vessel, every inch of bone in the body...

There is also very little spiritual power wandering in the Dantian.

Relying on the divine consciousness survey in the sea of ​​consciousness, Tang Ling successfully gathered this meager spiritual power at his fingertips.

Just like what she imagined when her test flights failed time and time again.

This time, it finally took off.

Like a fish in water, like a whale in the sea.

As if she had flown with a sword countless times, she accurately moved towards Song Nan, accelerated, and when she was close to the ground, she picked him up.

Tang Ling vaguely felt that he had broken through something, but at the same time he felt tired.

It was as if the breakthrough of that thin film allowed something to break free of obstacles and successfully penetrate into the consciousness. Thinking like this, she was already a little sleepy.

But she didn't dare to sleep.

The rupture of the membrane gave her a bad feeling.

It seemed that if I closed my eyes this time, I would never be able to open them again.

The sound of the stream gurgling by my ears, the gentle breeze carrying the fragrance of mountain flowers, caressing my cheeks.

I don’t know how long it took, but the afternoon light gradually began to set towards the west, and the sky began to glow with red clouds.

Tang Ling yawned loudly and struggled hard with his upper and lower eyelids.

Just when his eyelids were overwhelmed, a loud "bang" suddenly came from behind, breaking the peace and tranquility in front of him.

Tang Ling was startled and opened his eyes suddenly. He thought something had happened to Song Nan and turned around hurriedly.

Not far away, bursts of dust were thrown up by the huge impact.

Through the misty dust, Tang Ling saw patches of blood exploding on the ground.

When the dust dispersed, there seemed to be a person in the center of the blood flower, but it was motionless.

The smell of blood slowly spread, and Tang Ling felt nauseated as he looked at the puddle of flesh and blood that seemed to have been smashed.

Song Nan was faster than him.

He ran over quickly, and when he reached the man's side, he suddenly stopped.

He turned to look at himself.

Tang Ling had already run over, and when he caught Song Nan's eyes, he suddenly didn't dare to move forward.

As the distance shortened, she saw a pair of familiar clothes.

Those are the clothes of the handyman disciples.

Like the one Lu Ren often wears.

A huge shadow passed overhead.

Tang Ling looked up and saw a huge flying carpet flying high in the sky.

The flowers are colorful and cover the sky and the sun.

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The last ray of light in the east was annihilated in the clouds, and the sky was not completely dark yet, shrouded in a faint dark blue.

In the evening, the assistant disciples of the Danzong Medicine Hall lit up the gauze lanterns in an orderly manner, illuminating the entire high hall building as bright as day. Incense was burning in the hall. The footsteps of the disciples working back and forth were light and fast, and the whole hall was immersed in peace and tranquility.

A rush of footsteps broke the silence. The wind in the footsteps of the girl in black who hurriedly entered brought in a strong smell of blood. The flames on the lamp shivered instantly.

"Stop! The medicine hall has been closed. Who are you?"

When the handyman disciples saw blood on the face and body of the incoming man, and a man covered in blood in his arms, they were shocked and stepped forward to stop him.

"There are people injured!"

The girl who was stopped turned pale and her lips were trembling.

The handyman disciple glanced at the bloody man in her arms and trembled all over.

"Isn't this... afraid it won't work?"

The girl's face suddenly turned paler, "I...I stopped her bleeding."

An inner disciple of the Alchemy Sect came after hearing the news. After seeing the girl in the courtyard, his steps slowed down.

"Senior Sister Tang." The disciple stood far away under the eaves and looked over coldly, "This woman has been seriously injured and she may not be able to save her life. I would also like to ask Senior Sister Tang to move outside the hospital and arrange the funeral arrangements as soon as possible to prevent the body from rotting and smelling. .”

Tang Ling was nailed to the spot by these words.

"You didn't even give me a look, so you concluded that it was hopeless?"

The disciple sneered and nodded.

"It's just hopeless."

Tang Ling couldn't believe his ears.

What does a living human life mean to these people?
  (End of this chapter)