Chapter 717 Is Yan Lingyu back?

Thinking of this, Liu Yuan couldn't help sighing. He gently rubbed his nose, turned his head and stopped talking.

Neither master nor apprentice paid attention to Liu Yuan.

The old man took a step forward, pressed Duan Qingming's wrist, shook his head and said, "Kid, your sister is in trouble this time..."

Duan Yu and Liu Yuan were shocked, and the two asked at the same time, "What's wrong with her?"

The old man withdrew his hand, looked at Liu Yuan and said, "What kind of green onion are you? When I talk to my apprentice, please don't interrupt."

Liu Yuan was speechless by the old man, but he was eager to know Duan Qingming's situation and did not dare to refute it. He had to look at the old man eagerly and wanted to hear him say how troublesome Duan Qingming was.

Duan Yu also said anxiously, "Master, what's wrong with my sister?"

The old man said, "Your sister not only got your powder, but also was bitten by a bat. She was already weak. Now, the poison has almost invaded her lungs. If it is not cured, I'm afraid it will be really troublesome."

When Duan Yu heard this, he immediately shouted, "Then you should help her treat it quickly!"

The old man spread out his hand and said, "Apprentice, you know that teachers have never brought any antidote, and they are all available... However, it doesn't matter. Let's go back now and save your sister in time."

Duan Yu glanced at the empty old man in his hand and said, "But it's not so easy to go up so high!"

The old man pointed to the top and said, "There are people with the rope, but it's not long enough. I pulled the rattan down... However, it may be troublesome to carry a person."

Duan Yu thought for a moment, took out the rope that had just tied Duan Qingming and said, "Master, we can still use this... You carry my sister on your back first."

In the middle of the words, Duan Yu suddenly asked, "By the way, master, who else is coming with you?"

According to Duan Yu's meaning, he is afraid that this always unique master will come again when he sees the signal. In that case, wouldn't it be very dangerous to put Duan Qingming alone?

The old man pointed to the top and said, "That boy named weak water... and Yan Lingyu, he is about to come here."

Duan Yu nodded and said, "Okay, master, take my sister first. I'll wait for you here."

After saying that, Duan Yu moved away and asked the old man to take Duan Qingming away. The old man nodded, carried Duan Qingming on his back, and was ready to climb away.

The old man only moved for a moment, and suddenly heard a "plop" behind him. Duan Yu's whole body fell to the ground like wood.

The old man was shocked and was about to turn back. However, looking at Duan Qingming, who was also unconscious on his back, he shook his head slightly, picked up Duan Qingming, quickly grabbed the ivy and climbed to the top of the cliff.

Liu Yuan slowly supported Duan Yu.

There are only two stones left, which are obviously a little empty. The wind of the night still blew freely, blowing Liu Yuan's heart like a layer of lake, with continuous ripples.

Liu Yuan suddenly remembered the days when he almost forgot. At that time, Liu Yuan was still in Duan's mansion. Duan Qingming would come to visit them from time to time, while Duan Yu smiled at him every day, and then took the osmanthus cake he had secretly hidden to Liu Yuan. Every time, when Liu Yuan was studying hard, Duan Yu listened quietly on one side and looked at it, silent, not naughty, and very clever. For the first time, as long as Duan Qingming entered the door and gently called "Yu'er", Duan Yu would grin, reveal a pair of neat teeth, and fly over the girl standing against the door with a happy smile.

At that time, Liu Yuan's life was very relaxed. Even, as long as he sees Duan Qingming's favor when he looks at Duan Yu, he will feel that life is full of hope.

However, that's not his Duan Mansion. He will eventually leave and face everything that belongs to him. Then, everything changed, and even he felt extremely strange.

Seeing that Duan Yu finally fell into a coma, Liu Yuan sighed slightly. He stretched out his finger, brushed off the dirty dust on Duan Yu's little face, and whispered, "I said I won't hurt you and your sister. Why don't you believe it?"

In fact, it's not that Duan Yu and Duan Qingming don't believe it. Even Liu Yuan himself often no longer believes in himself.

The old man's speed was very fast. He put down Duan Qingming and fell down again. This time, he carried Duan Yu on his back. Liu Yuan was left behind. Seeing Duan Yu lying on the old man's shoulder and leaving, Liu Yuan's heart suddenly became very calm. He was even thinking that if the old man didn't come to save himself, would he die here and die so lonely?

However, there was no suspense about the question, and the answer turned around, but this time it was not the old man, but the weak water of the teenager.

He looked at Liu Yuan coldly and said, "The master said that he wanted to let you die. But Miss Duan has always been kind-hearted. If she knew that you would starve to death and die of thirst, she would be sad. Therefore, for the sake of Miss Duan, he will save you this time, he will calculate your account for you well.

Liu Yuan lowered his head with some shame and said, "Go and tell your master that I know."

The weak water still looked at Liu Yuan coldly, and then tied a rope to Liu Yuan's body and said, "I'll tie it up myself. I'll go up first and pull you."

After the weak water finished speaking, he pressed the stone platform, and his body was empty, and the man had left the stone. Liu Yuan quickly tied the rope. When the weak water jumped up, his people had been pulled up by the weak water. Before long, he came to the top of the cliff.

At the top of the cliff, there is no one left. The weak water untied the rope silently, then put away the long rope, picked it up, turned around and left.

Li Yuan looked at it and said quickly, "Where are Duan Yu and Qingming?"

The weak water looked at Liu Yuan impatiently and said, "What are you talking about here? Just follow me."

Liu Yuan followed the weak water, climbed over the small hill and walked outside a black cave. At this time, the old man's excited voice faintly came: "I'll come, I'll... I'm going to help my apprentice get an injection!"

You know, the hanging pot injection method invented by Duan Yu has excited the old man for a long time. Now, it can finally be used on Duan Yu. Why don't you ask him to be excited?

Liu Yuan can imagine the old man dancing excitedly. In the cave, it was also quiet. It seemed that no one spoke, but after a long time, suddenly a very light voice came: "I advise you to wait for Duan Yu to wake up and try again. If he knows, you will prick his needle when he is in a coma. I don't know what he will do."

The old man said "ah" and put down the long needle in his hand. His apprentice's eyes must be rewarded, but no one knows better than the old man. He was even sure that if he secretly pricked Duan Yu, Duan Yu would have filled his whole body with a needle when he woke up. Thinking of this, the old man couldn't help shivering - you know, the old man is not afraid, but the only thing he is afraid of is acupuncture. And his precious apprentice, like him, is fearless. But the only thing I'm afraid of is the same as him.

People often say that they are not a family and do not enter a door. Now, Duan Yu is the old man's master, but only he knows how terrible his precious apprentice is when he takes revenge.

In the small cave, Duan Qingming and Duan Yu lay side by side. Duan Yu's face was pale and fragile, but between his eyebrows, there was a firmness that adults could not reach. He lay there with his eyes tightly closed, and his thin body was covered with only a thin single coat. Because the clothes were bigger, the sleeping man looked more thin, petite, and almost dispersed by the wind.

By Duan Yu's side lies Duan Qingming.

Duan Qingming's eyes were also tightly closed, and her hands were also curved. There, the blood marks that were ground raw, have a bloody beauty on the delicate palms.

That is the hand that is often used to prick needles and embroider flowers, but now it has become like this. Yan Lingyu looked at it, and a trace of heartache gradually emerged from the corners of his eyes.