noffsinger Chapter 575 The first clues appear
Chapter 575 The first clues appear
He frantically took out the medicine, the bottles and jars clinked and the medicine powder spilled all over the bed.
Xie Wuchen frowned and grabbed Su Xiaohe by the back of her collar: "Don't make trouble."
Then he turned to Mingyu: "Uncle Master, Ziyu's injury..."
Mingyu snorted coldly: "He won't die, but if he suffers a few more times, he will be crippled."
He left with a flick of his sleeves, but paused at the door and whispered, "Let him rest, no one is allowed to disturb him."
The news that Chu Ziyu was seriously injured spread throughout the Tianxuan Sword Sect within half a day.
"Have you heard? Second Senior Brother took on the attack of the Nine-tailed Cat Demon to save his new disciple!"
"To fight against a Dharma Protector, Second Brother is truly a master of high cultivation."
"Elder Mingyu personally performed the acupuncture and used the 'Ice Soul Sealing Spirit' technique!"
"That's a forbidden technique... the aftereffects will torment you for the rest of your life..."
The disciples whispered to each other, some with admiration, some with heartache, and even with hidden jealousy.
"Who is the newcomer Lin Ci'an? Is he worthy of Second Senior Brother's life?"
Chu Ziyu was placed in a quiet room in the back mountain of the medicine hall. Outside the window stood an old plum tree with branches as hard as iron.
Lin Ci'an knelt beside the couch and carefully changed the bandage for him.
When the gauze was removed, the wound was still glowing a strange blue-purple color, with cold air and lightning intertwined, faintly pulsating under the skin.
(Brother, it must be very painful...)
His fingertips trembled, but he heard Chu Ziyu's gentle voice: "Don't blame yourself, I would do the same to any of my fellow disciples."
Lin Ci'an paused with his fingertips, and medicine powder fell on the edge of the wound.
He lowered his head, his hair covering his eyes, revealing only a well-behaved curve.
"Junior brother understands."
His voice was soft, but his hands were very steady, and he applied just the right amount of force when wrapping the gauze. "Brother is always so kind to everyone."
The moonlight outside the window shone through the plum branches, casting fragmented light and shadows on his face.
The corner of the mouth on the unlit half of the face was twitching slightly - as if he was trying hard to suppress some twisted smile.
(Be nice to everyone?)
He recalled the gossip he had heard when he passed by the Disciple Hall just now:
"Second Brother usually teaches sword skills from a distance of three feet, how could he be so close to a newcomer?"
"I heard that guy in Qingshan Town..."
Lin Ci'an suddenly tightened the bandage, and only woke up from his dream when he heard his senior brother's suppressed groan.
He let go in panic, but saw Chu Ziyu still looking at him gently, with moonlight filling his amber eyes.
"Master, I'm sorry, brother!"
He knelt up in panic, his forehead almost touching the edge of the bed.
(I met him...)
When he was wrapping the bandage just now, his little finger had brushed against the pale blue veins on his brother's wrist.
That small patch of skin was now terribly hot, as if it had been burned by a branding iron.
Chu Ziyu gently raised his hand and rubbed the boy's head: "Don't blame yourself."
His fingertips were cold and smelled of medicine. "Master will be back tomorrow to hold a disciple ceremony for you. Go back and rest early."
Lin Ci'an responded obediently, and his back was as straight as a green bamboo when he walked out of the room.
It was not until he turned around the corridor that he slammed into the vermilion column - there was a dull "bang" and blood immediately flowed from his forehead.
(It doesn't hurt enough...)
He licked the blood that flowed to his lips and smiled foolishly.
Lin Ci'an muttered to himself.
"Senior Brother treats everyone well, but I... just want to be the only one."
The moonlight finally shone on his face, reflecting a pair of frighteningly bright eyes.
"Brother's blood... also tastes like this?"
He closed his eyes and recalled the scene of Chu Ziyu blocking the cat demon's attack for him - his white clothes were stained with blood, his sword-like eyebrows were slightly furrowed, but he still smiled at him gently. At that moment, his heart seemed to be pierced by lightning, which was both painful and numb.
(Why... save me?)
Everyone in Qingshan Town died, and he should have died there too. But Chu Ziyu came, with a cold and snow-like demeanor, and pulled him out of hell.
(Since you saved me, please don't let me go.)