Volume 1: A stone strikes a thousand waves, the world surrounds Li Daosheng Chapter 142 No Worries
The battlefield was full of fleeing Jin soldiers. Li Si stood in front of Shu Huheng's body and did not leave for a long time.
It wasn't because he didn't want to leave, but because his chest was aching so badly that he couldn't move at all.
The fight with Shu Huheng just now had consumed too much of his internal energy, so much so that now he could hardly suppress his illness.
He must be very ill. Li Si knew this very early on.
But he didn't care, just like he was not in a hurry to see a doctor, he didn't mind when he would die. After all, it wasn't the first time he died, right?
The sooner he died, the sooner he could go back and drink the bowl of Meng Po soup that he had forgotten last time.
However, he did not expect that the disease would be so painful.
"Hiss." Li Si took a breath of cold air, looked in front of him with a wry smile, and muttered to himself .
"This feeling is really hard to bear."
As he spoke, his vision slowly went dark.
In the distance, Dugu Bubu looked at Li Si, holding the sword in his hand.
He could feel that Li Si had become stronger again.
Whether it was the sword that flew from the sky or the sword that killed Shu Huheng, he was not sure that he could take it.
He wanted to compete with Li Si more and more , but unfortunately, now was obviously not the time.
And he didn't know why, but he always felt that Li Si seemed a little strange today, but he couldn't tell what was strange because he was standing too far away.
Suddenly, he saw Li Si's body shake, and then he fell down.
The next moment, Dugu Bufu appeared beside Li Si and supported his limp body.
At the same time, Jiang Lian'er, who was standing on the other side, also saw this scene and jumped over.
"What's wrong with him?" Jiang Lian'er frowned slightly and asked Li Si who had already fainted.
Dugu Bufu grabbed Li Si's hand with a serious expression, felt the condition of his body , and spoke.
"Qi and blood are both deficient, internal breath is disordered, meridians are blocked..."
At the end of his speech, Dugu Bufu's expression had become extremely ugly.
He raised his head, looked at Jiang Lian'er and said.
"He is ill."
"Are you sick?" Jiang Lian'er was stunned for a moment, then her face darkened and her brows furrowed even deeper.
Because he knew that after becoming famous in martial arts, it would be difficult for a person to get sick again. Due to the daily nourishment of internal energy, ordinary cold and heat would not be able to cause any trouble at all.
But because of this, once people in this situation get sick, it is usually a serious, fatal illness.
Li Si was actually sick, how come he never knew about it?
The two men did not stay any longer and immediately took Li Si back to Huaiyang Pass.
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The war was over, and most of the remaining Jin soldiers were captured. Only a few groups escaped and fled to the north.
On this day, Huaiyang Pass was unusually noisy.
The people from the martial arts world sat together and chatted, while the soldiers from the Tiance Mansion were cleaning the battlefield.
Some Tang Sect disciples sat on the side with pale faces, many of them had just vomited. They killed the most people in this battle, and the killing method was the most brutal. For many disciples who had just joined the sect, it was undoubtedly a mental torture. Many old disciples had no choice but to sit beside them and help them to resolve their mental problems.
The disciples of Baihua Valley had a place to use their skills. They were busy everywhere, bandaging the wounds of the injured. However, Hua Junjun did not come this time. The leader was Wen Xiangqiao, the eldest disciple of Baihua Valley.
The Taoist priests from Wudang Sect and Qingcheng Sect cooked for everyone. Apart from anything else, these young Taoist priests were very familiar with cooking, and after a while, the aroma filled the air.
It was bustling everywhere, except for one tent which seemed very quiet.
"I have no choice." Beside a bed, Wen Xiangqiao, the eldest disciple of Baihua Valley, released her hand on Li Si's wrist, shook her head helplessly and said.
"He is very ill. Maybe our Valley Master needs to come and see him in person."
Jiang Lian'er sat behind Li Si and passed his internal energy to him. His internal energy was the deepest among everyone present. Even so, he could only barely stop the deterioration of Li Si's condition.
"Where is your Valley Master now?" Dugu Bufu asked, holding the sword and exuding coldness from his body.
Wen Xiangqiao was obviously a little frightened, and she stuttered and said, "She is still in seclusion in the valley now."
"Okay." Dugu Bufu nodded and responded with a cold face.
"I'll take him to her."
"Yeah." Wen Xiangqiao calmed herself down, took out a piece of paper from her arms and said.
"Let me prescribe some medicine for him first. Although it won't have much effect, it will at least alleviate the symptoms."
She is a doctor after all. Although she is panicking at the moment, curing the disease is still the most important thing.
"That's true." Gong Buqi said, leaning against a corner of the tent with his hands folded.
"This thief knew he was ill, yet he still dared to do this. Does he think he can't die quickly enough?"
"He has always been doing this." Tang Zhong stood on the other side, twirling a flying knife in his hand, and answered with his head down.
The flying knife in his hand was sometimes fast and sometimes slow, and it was obvious that he was in a bad mood as well.
He didn't want Li Si to die like this, because if he did that, there would be no one to chase with his flying knife.
"I'm worried that this disease might be related to his martial arts." At this time, Yan Jinling, who was standing at the door, suddenly said.
After hearing this, everyone except Jiang Lian'er turned their attention over.
Yan Jinling raised his head and looked at everyone, leaning on his knife and said, "Don't you think that Li Si's Qinggong is too fast?"
"Nothing comes without a price. Li Si is so fast that even the sword made by Gong Buqi can't withstand it, let alone his own body."
Yan Jinling said this, glancing at the broken sword on the ground , narrowing his eyes as he spoke.
"I'm afraid that as long as Li Si continues to take action, his illness will continue to worsen."
The tent fell silent, because everyone understood that if everything was really as Yan Jinling said, then there was no way Li Si was unaware of it.
Then why is he still taking action? Does he really have the intention to die?
No one knows, and no one understands.
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In fact, as early as a year ago, Li Si had discovered that his martial arts would have an impact on his body. Especially after his cultivation became more advanced, this impact became more and more obvious.
His Qinggong was very fast because he practiced it in a different way from everyone else. He practiced it in a reverse direction, which put a great burden on the meridians, so he needed to use a lot of herbs to nourish his body.
But even so, the tiny meridians in his lungs could not withstand the increasing pressure.
Therefore, there was something wrong with his body, and as long as he continued to practice Qinggong, this problem would not be cured.
Does Li Si understand this? He understands it very well.
But like he said, he doesn't care, he doesn't care that he will die.
Because he has no worries in this world.
