Chapter Thirty-Six
Bo Chi didn’t pay much attention to Yu Zhou’s words, waved her hand, and parted ways with him.
Having finally escaped that demonic cult leader, she now only wanted to find her wife.
When she arrived at the academy, the music teacher was already teaching. Bo Chi had never had any artistic talent, and every time she sat with Yu Zhao, she had to force herself to pretend to be serious. Now that she saw them studying seriously and attentively, she was happy to hide outside and slack off.
She had experience coming to the academy, and this time she deliberately brought a storybook. Sitting on a tree branch and leaning against the trunk, reading a melodramatic story in the warm breeze, it was leisurely and joyful.
Time passed slowly, Bo Chi withdrew her gaze that had unconsciously been staring at Yu Zhao in a daze, turned the page with her finger, but found that she had finished reading the storybook.
A miscalculation, she should have brought more next time.
Bo Chi muttered in her heart, seeing that the music teacher was still teaching, she floated down from the tree, intending to get a few more stories to relieve her boredom.
On the way back, the maids along the road were all smiling, gathering together to talk, pushing each other shyly.
Bo Chi looked at them curiously, and was about to go up and ask, when several footsteps suddenly came from outside the courtyard, approaching her direction.
As the distance closed, the voices of those people also became clear.
“Brother Yu is too kind, Ling Mou just used the time that spoiled sons of the rich spend on frivolous pursuits to practice martial arts diligently, that’s why I have such skill at a young age. If Brother Yu wants to travel the martial arts world with me, you need to be diligent yourself.”
“I’m very diligent! It’s just that my father admires the style of scholars and doesn’t want me to practice martial arts and go out. Big Brother Ling, when will you leave after you come this time? Do you want to teach me a few simple moves? I will definitely study hard!”
Of the two male voices, one was obviously Yu Zhou, and the other called himself Ling Mou…
Could it be the leader of the martial arts alliance, Ling Zheng?!
Oh no, the original owner was injured before and hid in the cave because she failed to sneak attack Ling Zheng and was injured instead.
——In other words, Ling Zheng recognized her face and could beat her!
Bo Chi’s face changed slightly, she turned around and wanted to leave, but it was too late. The two people turned around the green tree and faced her directly.
Bo Chi and Ling Zheng looked at each other. Taking advantage of the moment when the other party was stunned, she decisively used her lightness skills.
She had just stepped on the eaves a few steps when Ling Zheng’s angry voice followed closely behind: “Bold witch, stop right there!”
Heh, only a fool would stop.
Bo Chi turned a deaf ear and ran with her head down.
However, the original owner’s lightness skills were only slightly faster than Ling Zheng’s, and that was based on the premise that the original owner’s martial arts were perfect. Although Bo Chi had practiced hard during this period of time, she had mastered seventy to eighty percent, but she was still a little weaker at the critical moment, and was quickly caught up by Ling Zheng.
Bo Chi was secretly anxious, trying to turn her brain to find a way out.
Ling Zheng seized every opportunity to rush up, raised his hand and struck her head with internal force.
Bo Chi tsked. If this blow hit her, she wouldn’t need to think about what to eat for lunch, she could directly have a plate of open-skull tofu brains.
In desperation, she could only step on the branches on the side, jump up a bit, so that this palm that should have hit her head finally hit her back.
Taking advantage of this force, she accelerated and rushed straight to the west of the city, and finally sneaked into the bustling crowd.
Ling Zheng followed closely, bumping into people in the crowd, provoking the anger of many people, but he never found Bo Chi’s figure again.
Bo Chi suppressed the sweetness in her throat, her steps hurried but her eyes were calm. She deliberately circled around a few times before entering the Yaolang shop from the back courtyard.
The Yaolang shop was full of the smell of Chinese medicine, which perfectly covered her presence. In addition, Yi Liu was a doctor, and he immediately started to get medicine according to her injuries.
During the decoction process, he frowned and asked: “Did the Holy Maiden go to sneak attack the leader of the martial arts alliance again?”
Bo Chi’s face was pale, but she still had the energy to complain: “No, I’m not stupid, I can’t beat him head-on, why would I keep going to him to die?”
Yaolang: “Then why were you hit by Ling Zheng’s Dry Yuan Palm again?”
Bo Chi said with a bitter face: “Maybe this is fate, destined to meet love at a corner.”
Yaolang: “?”
After drinking two cups of bitter medicine, Bo Chi’s pain eased, but the chaotic heat in her body lingered for a long time.
Yaolang saw her confusion and said expressionlessly: “Ling Zheng’s Dry Yuan Palm has a heat poison effect. Once it enters the body, it must be guided out or dissolved with a thousand-year-old cold ice as a guide. Didn’t the Holy Maiden get a piece of cold ice jade from the old cult leader before? Now is the time to use it.”
Bo Chi’s smile gradually disappeared: “The last time Ling Zheng injured me, it seemed to be the Dry Yuan Palm too…”
Yaolang paused: “Thousand-year-old cold ice jade is a rare treasure of heaven and earth, our cult only has one piece. Since the Holy Maiden has already used it… then you are beyond help this time, just wait for death.”
Bo Chi immediately grabbed him with a crying face: “Doctor, don’t go, I think I can still be saved!”
Yaolang couldn’t pull his sleeve back, and said helplessly: “You can go back to the branch sect first and ask the cult leader what to do. If there is really no solution, you can only go back to the headquarters to find Granny Wu. She is from Miao Jiang and is good at Gu poison. You can use the Kunlun Mountain terrain of the headquarters to seal you in the snow mountain to suppress the heat poison.”
Bo Chi said blankly: “Suppress? How long will it be suppressed?”
Yaolang took advantage of her dazed and dejected state to pull back his sleeve and turned around: “At least four or five years, at most forty or fifty years.”
Bo Chi: “…Then why use the snow mountain to cool me down? I might as well just die!”
Yaolang left without comment.
Bo Chi was depressed, and could only pack up and go back to the branch sect first, to see if the unpredictable cult leader had any solutions.
The branch sect was quiet. Due to the terrain, even though it was daytime, the cult was still dim and creepy.
Bo Chi’s steps were staggering, the heat poison in her body becoming more and more restless, burning her fair cheeks red and hot, and blood flowed down the corners of her lips all the way.
Yu Zhao felt uneasy when she was still listening to the class, and subconsciously looked up and didn’t see Bo Chi’s slender and fair ankles. She immediately felt that something was wrong. She stopped playing the qin, found an excuse to leave the academy, and when she went out, she saw that it was a little chaotic outside, and Yu Zhou was staring at the sky in a daze.
After asking what happened, Yu Zhao couldn’t stay any longer, for fear that Bo Chi would be caught by Ling Zheng and tortured. She returned to the room and switched identities with the stand-in, followed the traces of the two all the way to the west of the city, and learned from Yaolang that Bo Chi had successfully shaken off Ling Zheng, but was injured herself. She immediately chased after her to the branch sect with a dark face.
There was no one in the cult, but the bright red blood on the ground was eye-catching.
Yu Zhao’s figure swayed slightly, she tried her best to suppress the various emotions in her heart, and hurried to find Bo Chi.
Bo Chi circled around and couldn’t find the cult leader, and she was so hot that she couldn’t stand it, so she stumbled to the hot spring, and jumped in without even taking off her clothes.
She still had some reason, knowing that taking a cold shower at this time would be harmful to her body, so even though she was very hot, she insisted on not leaving.
When Yu Zhao came to her, she was in a daze, subconsciously covered her chest, and muttered: “Why are you here at this time?”
Yu Zhao thought she was complaining to herself in grievance, and immediately knelt down on one knee, held her in her arms with one hand, and said hoarsely with guilt and annoyance: “I’m sorry, I made you suffer. I didn’t expect Ling Zheng to appear in the Yu Mansion. Don’t worry, when you recover from your injuries, I will personally take off his head and apologize to you.”
She said too much, Bo Chi’s brain was blank from the heat, and she didn’t hear much clearly. She just kept pushing her, and said angrily: “Why are you here when I’m taking a bath? Rogue!”
Yu Zhao: “…”
At this time, Bo Chi was still dwelling on this kind of thing. Yu Zhao was both angry and annoyed, and infused a stream of cold internal force into her body.
When Bo Chi’s eyes cleared a little, she said with a small-mindedness: “This hot spring is mine… this seat’s. You used this seat’s hot spring privately, why shouldn’t this seat come in?”
Bo Chi: “…”
Damn it, this demonic cult leader was not only yin and yang, but also had a smaller mind than a needle.
Not at all as gentle, considerate, kind, and generous as her Yu Zhao!
Bo Chi babbled in her heart, but didn’t dare to speak on the surface, and only said weakly: “Then, then I’m sorry.”
Yu Zhao hummed, raised her hand and wanted to hug her out.
Bo Chi immediately resisted: “My clothes are wet, don’t touch me, I’ll come out myself.”
Yu Zhao withdrew her hand unhappily.
Bo Chi took advantage of the situation: “You have to turn around, don’t peek!”
Yu Zhao finally sneered: “You still have the mind to mention these many requirements, it seems that you don’t need this seat to save you?”
Bo Chi was stunned, and lunged forward in the water, hugging her leg with both hands, and said pitifully: “Cult Leader, can you really save me?”
Yu Zhao looked down at her, her gaze swept over her black hair swaying like seaweed, and glanced at her body looming in the water. Suddenly, for a moment, she felt that she was like a beautiful and alluring mermaid, seducing the sailors to fall into her song.
“Cult Leader?” Bo Chi spoke carefully, very seriously: “If you are willing to save me, I will—”
Yu Zhao raised her eyebrows: “Repay me with your body?”
Bo Chi opened her mouth and whispered: “…I will share a piece of meat with you when I eat, recite the Rebirth Mantra for you when I sleep, and wish you a long life when I take a bath.”
Yu Zhao: “…Thank you.”
Bo Chi showed a sweet and soft smile: “You’re welcome.”
Yu Zhao moved her eyebrows, really unable to stand her silly appearance, sighed and pulled her out of the water.
Bo Chi screamed, moving around in her arms, resolutely not letting her hug her.
Yu Zhao didn’t listen to her, directly carried her back to the room, took a dry cloth and rubbed her, rubbing Bo Chi dizzy, and soon she had no resistance.
Putting down the dry cloth, Yu Zhao touched Bo Chi’s face.
She had just infused some cold internal force into the other party, but after only a short while, the other party’s heat poison came back again, burning the girl’s cheeks red.
Yu Zhao was silent for a while, and held Bo Chi’s face with a serious expression: “The Thousand Rivers Snow that I have practiced since childhood is a cold poison technique that restrains the Dry Yuan Palm. If you want to save you, I can only use a special method to introduce the cold poison into your body to dissolve the heat poison you have been hit with.”
As she spoke, she infused internal force into Bo Chi. Bo Chi struggled out a bit of clarity from the cold, and said in a panic: “Wait, what, what do you mean by special method?”
Yu Zhao pursed her lips, didn’t tell her, but tore off a few pieces of cloth from her skirt, tied her slender hands to the head of the bed, and gently covered her eyes.
Darkness enveloped Bo Chi, she shrank and whimpered: “Don’t… don’t touch me.”
Yu Zhao touched her face and said softly: “Bear with it.”
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