Monument of Life and Death

   Chapter 970 One thought (4000 words)

   "Wow..." Xiaolan suddenly felt a sense of respect, "Are you stronger than Uncle Luo? Are you stronger than that Grandpa Bridge in Wugengtian?"

Luo Jiutian hesitantly said "uh-" on the side, but he glanced sideways at his father and saw Lao Luo's serious face, so he swallowed what he wanted to say, and only scratched his face embarrassedly. Small stubble.

   "Isn't that saying that Qiao Miqin is almost a demigod, if he is stronger than him... Wouldn't it be similar to Wu Ren?" Qin Yin said.

   "If the legend is true," said Lao Luo, "then Yi Nian does possess the power of a real god."

   "One thought..." The Taoist priest said, "Is this the name of the last faction?"

   "Yinian is not the last sect," Lao Luo said sternly, "Yinian ranks first among the nine sects, and it is the core of the association."

   Everyone sat up unconsciously.

   "So...what are their abilities?" Xiaolan felt that her imagination couldn't keep up with Lao Luo's description, "I can't imagine it at all..."

   "The power of Yi Nian does not come from the ability of the members," Lao Luo finally stopped bragging, and officially introduced the power of this "the leader of the nine factions, the core of the association", "but a legend."

   "Legend?"

   "Yes," said Lao Luo, "their power comes from a legendary treasure - a book."

   "A book?" Sure enough, it exceeded Xiaolan's expectations, "What book is so powerful, martial arts secret book?"

"No," Lao Luo turned into a storyteller, shaking his neck and said, "It was a blank book. According to legend, that book records the lives of all people, and only a few people can see it. Just thinking about people's ability is to tamper with life through that book."

   "Falsifying life?!" The crowd roared, "This is amazing? How could Wu Ren and Laomu allow this to happen? This... This is against the sky!"

"Of course," Lao Luo's words suddenly changed, and his smile softened, "This is just a legend, in fact, no one from other factions has seen that book, and Yi Nian people have always been silent about it. Talk about it, but the legend itself has enough deterrent effect."

  Xiaolan nodded in understanding.

"Wait a minute," Qin Yin raised his hand and made a pause gesture, "that is to say, although the nine factions of you all agree that Yi Nian is the strongest, in fact, none of you have ever seen Yi Nian really use that one. Treasure, right?"

   Qin Yin seems to have found a blind spot.

   If it is a treasure that only exists in legends... Then is it understandable - it does not actually exist?

   Lao Luo thought for a while, "You can say that."

   "If it can really tamper with life, it is really strong," the fool also murmured, "Besides, does Yi Nian people have other skills?"

   Lao Luo thought this was funny, "If they have other abilities, they are too strong... No, Yi Nian people have no other abilities."

Eh?

there is none left?

   Isn’t that just… a group of ordinary people?

   Xiaolan suddenly felt a little disillusioned. She looked at the expressions of others, and it seemed that everyone's thoughts coincided.

   For a long time, she had many fantasies about this faction that started with "one".

   Unexpectedly, this is the strongest faction living in legends.

   "What's the matter?" Lao Luo gave them a dissatisfied look, "You seem surprised."

   "No no..." Xiaolan smirked and waved.

   is not only surprised, but also embarrassed.

   "Actually, my dad didn't say it completely," Luo Jiutian, who was quiet for a long time, finally spoke up, "Yinian people have a special ability - their ability to make money is particularly strong."

"make money?"

  Wonderful vocabulary appeared.

"They are very good at doing business and making money, so Yi Nian people are very rich," Luo Jiutian said, "Most of the event funds of the association are provided by Yi Nian, and Yi Nian will also provide financial support to other factions, which is the legendary gold Lord Dad, so people from other factions respect Yi Nian people, and it is recognized that Yi Nian is the boss of the nine factions..."

  Is it because you have money that you became the boss?

   But as a poor man, Xiaolan felt that this logic was indeed irrefutable.

   If anyone is willing to give him money all the time, he is also willing to honor him as the boss.

   "What nonsense are you kidding?" Lao Luo glared at Luo Jiutian and sighed bitterly, "You young people, you don't respect legends anymore..."

   "No disrespect, Dad, I'm joking with you." Luo Jiutian immediately leaned over with a smile on his face.

   "Don't come here, boy!"

   "Father..."

  The father and son started a boring bickering again, and everyone laughed and watched the fun.

   But this rare calm did not last long.

  Baomu was baring his teeth happily when suddenly, an ominous smell drifted into his nostrils.

   Baomu's smile instantly changed color, he sat up abruptly, but still couldn't sit still, then stood up again, the phone in his hand fell to the ground with a clatter.

   Everyone was taken aback.

   "Baomu," Qin Yin stared at him blankly, "what's the matter with you?"

   "The smell of blood," Baomu's fingers trembled, "the smell of blood is approaching..."

   Everyone stood up.

   "What do you mean? Whose blood smells?" The fool's tone suddenly became serious, "The enemy?"

   "It's not an enemy..." Baomu muttered to himself, "It's a familiar person... at the door!"

   As soon as he finished speaking, there was a knock on the door outside the door. The knock was loud and rapid.

After   , the person outside the door spoke.

   "Open the door! It's me!"

   "It seems to be... Li Muyuan," said the fool.

  Qin Yin quickly ran to open the door. As soon as the door opened, they first heard Qin Yin gasp heavily.

"What happened here?"

   "I don't have time to explain," Li Muyuan spoke very quickly, hurried into the room, "Get out of the way!"

Only then did Xiaolan see that Li Muyuan was carrying a vague figure behind his back. Li Muyuan was soaked in sweat. He walked to the other bed with trembling legs. The person sitting beside the bed had already let it go. Aside, Li Muyuan took a long breath and carefully placed the thing behind him on the bed.

   "My God, this is..."

   That vague figure is actually Xiao Miaozhen!

Xiao Miaozhen's eyes were closed tightly, her lips were slightly open, her chest was heaving violently, but her nose seemed to see only the air out but not the air. More importantly, Miaozhen's figure was not clear, as if A faintly glowing phantom lingered around her body. Upon closer inspection, Miaozhen's entire body was somewhat translucent and unreal, as if it was projected by some kind of virtual reality technology.

   Xiaolan has seen Miaozhen in this way. This is the Miaozhen projected by the Tian Pei of Wuguangtian.

   "Is this a Miaozhen phantom?" Xiaolan asked as a matter of course.

  Li Muyuan gave Xiaolan a complicated look, "No, this is Miaozhen."

   "How is that possible?" Qin Yin's sweat also came down, but she was sweating coldly, "How can people be like this?"

   "This is Miaozhen, the only real Miaozhen," Li Muyuan sat beside the bed, adjusted his breathing hard, and put his fingers on Miaozhen's wrist, "He is injured, very seriously."

   Somebody gasped again.

   "Who hurt Miaozhen?" asked the Taoist priest.

   Li Muyuan shook his head, "I don't know, he was already like this when I found Miaozhen."

   "But he was fine not long ago..." Qin Yin said.

  Xiaolan looked at Miaozhen's appearance, and somehow felt inexplicably frightened.

   "Miaozhen won't be in any danger, right?" Xiaolan's voice was hollow, "It looks serious."

   "It's very serious," Li Muyuan closed his eyes, and began to formally identify the pulse of Miaozhen, "Miaozhen's body has begun to turn the tide."

   "The spiritual tide turns the tide?" Xiaolan's scalp was a little numb, "It means..."

   "It means," Li Muyuan said quietly, "Miaozhen is dying."

   The paleness of death first shrouded the faces of everyone present.

   "What..." Qin Yin sounded like he was dreaming, "Just kidding... This is really wonderful..."

  Luo Jiutian cast a pleading look at Lao Luo, Lao Luo's pupils were also trembling, he didn't speak, but everyone looked at him, and their hearts were half cold.

   Will Miaozhen die?

   Xiaolan dragged her hands and stood motionless, feeling powerless and scared.

   "Then...then can you stop Miaozhen from turning the tide?" Xiaolan said, "Can you save him?"

"I said, without the word "resurrection", people die when they die, and the dead can't be resurrected," Li Muyuan said with some anger in his tone, he squinted at Xiaolan, "Miaozhen is not dead yet. ."

After   , he closed his eyes again and continued to cut the pulse.

   Xiaolan's stiff back rattled twice, she was able to move.

   "Then can you stop Miaozhen from dying?"

  Everyone cast their despairing glances at Li Muyuan.

please…

   Little Miaozhen lying on the bed, his thin body can only fill one-fifth of this big bed, his eyes are closed, his body is shaking, he looks like a poor child.

  Save him.

  Li Muyuan suddenly opened his eyes, retracted his right hand that cut the pulse, turned his head, and said loudly, "I can."

   The comforting power brought by these two words is so powerful that everyone present is like someone who has been rescued from hell, and the blood on their faces has returned.

   But they were also surprised.

  Of course, old Rob was more surprised than them.

   "I can..." Li Muyuan repeated, "But the premise is that I have to find the place where Miaozhen was injured."

   "The wounded place...the wounded place..." Xiaolan said incoherently, "Is this hard to find? Can we help? We..."

"My pulse technique can't distinguish his injuries. People who hurt Miaozhen must know Shuangyu's pulse technique very well. Miaozhen's body is now in a very strange state. From the outside, there are no scars. Judging from the pulse, the wound cannot be found. The doctor should prescribe the right medicine, especially for Miaozhen, who is in such an urgent situation. Therefore, if Miaozhen cannot find the wound, even if I have a way to save people, I will Impotent."

  Luo Jiutian quietly tugged Lao Luo's sleeve and said softly, "Father..."

   Lao Luo shook his head and pursed his lips, but he still stepped forward, lowered his body, and checked Miaozhen.

  Miaozhen's body gradually became transparent.

  bell bell bell…

   In the distance, an ethereal bell sounded, everyone except Li Muyuan heard it, and everyone's eyes followed the sound, only to see a white spiritual flag slowly emerging from the void.

  The spirit streamer moved automatically without wind and stopped by Ayara's hand.

  Ayara's eyes filled with apology, she held the spirit flag and said sadly, "I'm sorry..."

"No!" Qin Yin cried out, "Miaozhen isn't dead yet! We can definitely save him! Didn't Li Muyuan say he could? ... Isn't it just the wound? The wound is still hard to find? We can find it. !…”

  Xiaolan's nose and eyes started to feel sore.

  Li Muyuan thought that Qin Yin's emotions had collapsed, he bit his lower lip and clenched his fists tightly, filtering the experience he had over and over in his mind.

   "Muyuan..." The Taoist priest squatting beside the bed suddenly spoke up, his voice still so calm, "You just said that Miaozhen doesn't have any wounds, right?"

   Li Muyuan nodded lightly.

   "Baomu," the Taoist priest looked up at Baomu, "but you just said that you smelled blood."

   "Yes," Baomu said, "I can smell it now."

   "Do you mean Miaozhen?"

   "Of course," Baomu seemed to begin to understand the meaning of the Taoist priest, "Miaozhen's body has been emitting a **** smell."

   "But if Miaozhen has no wounds," said the Taoist priest, "where does the smell of blood come from?"

   Xiaolan said quickly, "Brother Baomu, we can't smell the blood."

   "Only you can smell it," said the fool, "Baomu! You must find the wound on his body! Quick!"

  Li Muyuan quickly moved out of the way, and everyone pushed Baomu up.

  Baomu leaned over to Miaozhen and smelled it, frowned, "The smell of blood on his body is very uniform, it seems that he can't tell the difference..."

   "Then get closer and smell," Qin Yin was so anxious that he almost jumped up, "You lie on Miaozhen and smell, otherwise we'll take off his clothes..."

   "Shh—" The Taoist priest stopped Qin Yin, "Baomu has already started, give him some time."

  Baomu leaned over and bent towards Miaozhen's body, with layers of cold sweat on his forehead, the air was filled with a icy smell, and there was only the sound of everyone's breathing and the sound of bells when the spirit flags swayed.

  Feeling…

  Baomu stared at every inch of Miaozhen's body and smelled every piece of Miaozhen's skin.

  Not only smelling, but also seeing and listening…

  Baomu, you have done it before.

   You have.

  Your ability can also be used here.

   Yours, the circle of knowledge.

Suddenly, a circle of bright yellow light beams rose up around the treasure wood. The circle of light surrounded Baomu and Miaozhen in the center. There were tiny light dust floating in the beam. He brought a new feeling.

   Clearer feeling.

   The Miaozhen in front of him seems to be no longer Miaozhen, but a world.

   A universe.

   (end of this chapter)