Beast

Only then did Yang Qing feel the wound on his chest. The torn muscles were curling outwards like a baby's mouth. The pain was like cutting flesh. Now was not the time to deal with the wound. The smell of blood would attract other beasts. Clean it up quickly.

Leaving is the best option.

After unpacking the baggage on his back, he found that the porcelain bowl he had prepared in advance had been broken into two halves. He took out the fragment of the knife tip from the small wooden box and began to cut materials from the Qishan Wolf.

When the Qishan Wolf died, Yang Qing's eyes were wide open. Yang Qing changed places several times, but he always felt that the Qishan Wolf was staring at him fiercely.

He swallowed his saliva, held the fragment of the knife tip in his hand, and stood beside the Qishan Wolf corpse. No matter what, he couldn't do it. His heart seemed to be crawling with small bugs, making him extremely irritable.

Looking at the corpse covered in blood, with a half-open mouth and a twisted neck, Yang Qing felt even more frightened than when he was fighting the Qishan wolf. The hair on his body stood on end, and there was a hint of nausea in his fear.

"Pah!" Yang Qing slapped himself in the face and forced himself, "Useless thing, how can this stump you? Trash, you are doomed to be a coward for the rest of your life."

"Ah!!!" Yang Qing lowered his head and roared. There seemed to be no moisture in his mouth and throat, and his voice was dry and hoarse.

With a sharp knife, peel off the skin, chop off the claws, disembowel the heart, squeeze the essence and blood in the heart into half a porcelain bowl.

After disembowelling him, he stretched his hand between the intestines and stomach. A soft touch hit his heart, and dirty blood flowed down his forearm to the ground. The dripping sound seemed to be mocking Yang Qing.

"This is all because of your incompetence, no one else is to blame, ah..." Holding the warm heart in his hand, he exerted force, and a packet of hot heart blood spurted into the porcelain bowl, with a fishy smell.

"Ugh, vomit..." He almost vomited out the last night's meal, and his mouth was full of sour water. Yang Qing forced herself to finish all this, but couldn't control it anymore, and squatted down and vomited.

He stuffed the wolf claws and wolf skins into the bag randomly, held half a porcelain bowl in his hand, and returned the way he came.

The sun was setting in the west, and Lu Zhen and the others were already waiting for Yang Qing to come back under the Hantie Mine, looking anxious and pacing back and forth.

"Yang Qing is back, look!" Lu Zhen shouted in surprise and quickly greeted Tian Bo and Qi Xiaohu.

Coming back much faster than when he left, Yang Qing appeared at the foot of the mountain in Hantie Mining Area with the half porcelain bowl.

"Yang Qing, your chest..." Lu Zhen saw several wounds on Yang Qing's chest that had begun to form blood scars. He pointed with his finger, his lips trembling and he was speechless.

"It's okay... I can't die." Sweat, soil, and blood stains mixed on Yang Qing's face, and he grinned, but he was indescribably tired.

This kind of fatigue is not caused by physical fatigue, but mental fatigue.

"As long as it's okay, it's okay. Hurry up and go back and clean the wound. If it's too late, it will fester." Qi Xiaohu looked anxious and took half of the porcelain bowl from Yang Qing's hand without asking any more questions.

The disciples who were still busy in the Hantie Mine had different expressions on their faces, pointing at Yang Qing, and muttering something in their mouths.

"Yang Qing, your wound can't be repaired without stitches. It's too long." Qi Xiaohu was at a loss. After cleaning the wound on Yang Qing's body with water, he pointed at the hideous wound that was a foot long and diagonal on the chest.

"Let's sew, where's Lu Zhen's needle and thread?" There are no doctors in this cold iron mining area, and there are no elixirs for self-healing trauma. They can only use ordinary needles and threads. Yang Qing breathed in the cold air, looked tired, and said helplessly and feebly.

"Xiaohu, you go ahead and sew, I don't dare." Lu Zhen's hands were trembling, and he took out the needle and thread and handed it to Qi Xiaohu's hand, his voice also trembled.

"I don't dare to sew either, this..." Qi Xiaohu's grimace was uglier than crying. He looked at the needle and thread in his hand and didn't know what to do for a moment.

"Do it, I can hold on." Yang Qing turned his head away, took a long breath, looked pale, turned his head away stubbornly, and said through gritted teeth.

"Lü Zhen, get something for Yang Qing to bite on, so as not to bite his tongue." This wound can't be sutured. We can't count on Lu Zhen and Tian Bo for this kind of thing. Should we let Yang Qing sew it up by himself? Qi Xiaohu gritted his teeth and stamped his feet.

He said bravely.

"You two hold Yang Qing down and don't let him move in pain for a while."

"Uh-huh..." The needle tip was used for a long time and was a bit blunt. When it penetrated into the flesh, it caused a wound, causing Yang Qing to grunt in pain. The veins on his forehead popped up and fine beads of sweat appeared.

Lu Zhentianbo pressed Yang Qing, tilting his head to the side and not daring to look. Qi Xiaohu held an embroidery needle in his big hand, his technique was clumsy, his hands were shaking with anxiety, and his face was sweaty.

The needle tip passing through the wound is just the beginning. The most painful thing is when the thread twitches in the needle hole.

"Xiaohu, can you hurry up? You are doing embroidery."

"Lu Zhen, don't blame me. I've tried my best. How about you try..."

"Xiaohu, your thread is too long, please pull it gently."

"Tian Bo, don't talk about me either. It was you who led the way."

"Yang Qing, don't scare me, why are you rolling your eyes?"

"Humph...woo" beads of sweat as big as soybeans dripped down Yang Qing's cheeks. He thought it would pass if he endured it for a while.

He didn't expect that it would take so long to sew a wound and it would hurt so much. He had overestimated his endurance.

It took a stick of incense to sew up the foot-long wound. The stitches were very large and more than 20 stitches were used. After the stitches were completed, the clothes of the four of them were soaked with sweat, as if they had been mining for eight hours.

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"Yang Qing, do you think you are worth this?" Lu Zhen was lying on the bed, looking at Yang Qing who was resting with his eyes closed, feeling puzzled and speaking in a confused and feeble tone.

"Give up now, all your previous efforts will be in vain," Yang Qing said slowly with her eyes closed, her whole body exhausted, and her lips trembling.

It's not that Yang Qing didn't think that it would be over, give up, and go home to farm. However, he was unwilling to accept that all his previous efforts and efforts were in vain.

Lu Zhen, Tian Bo and Qi Xiaohu were silent.

The next day, Yang Qing came to Qianhua Peak again and handed over the claws, fur and blood essence of the Qishan wolf. Four claws had eight points of sect contribution, and one wolf skin had 10 points of sect contribution. The essence and blood were not like ordinary blood.

Without solidification, a total of eleven drops were exchanged for thirty-three points of sect contribution.

Yang Qing completed this sect mission and received a total of fifty-one sect contributions. A disciple in white registered these and handed Yang Qing a yellow talisman with 'fifty-one' flashing on it.

The wound on his chest prevented Yang Qing from strenuous exercise. Lu Zhen and others helped him complete his homework. Among the four, Lu Zhen was the slowest in mining, but he could complete double the homework in one day.

Yang Qing is lucky to have friends like Lu Zhen, Tian Bo, and Qi Xiaohu. He is grateful in his heart, but he will not talk about it.

Practice "Xiantian Sixteen Postures" and "Xi Xi Jue" every day. Most monks will no longer practice "Xiantian Sixteen Postures" after reaching the third level of Xiantian Heaven. Yang Qing practices it because "Xiantian Sixteen Postures" have the ability to repair the body.

Damage effect.

Yang Qing couldn't practice the exercises in the second chapter of "Hua Xi Jue", so he didn't give up trying, hoping for a miracle to happen.

The one-foot-long wound began to heal the next day. Three days later, the sutures sewn on the wound were removed. Within ten days, the wound was basically healed, leaving only a long, diagonal scar on the chest, which was extremely hideous.

At noon that day, Yang Qing sat numbly on the bed and looked at his left arm in a daze. He felt that there was something on his left arm that did not belong to him. This feeling had lasted for two years.

There was nothing strange about his left arm except for a small scar, but this feeling did exist. He once told Lu Zhen and others about this feeling, but they didn't believe it at all. Lu Zhen wanted to cut open Yang

Look at Qing's left arm.

Lu Zhen and the others returned to the stone house after dinner. When they saw Yang Qing looking at his left arm in a daze, he patted his shoulder and sat on the bed.

"Tomorrow, I will hunt another Qishan wolf." Yang Qing said firmly when he saw a few people sitting down.

"The four of us must go with you, otherwise we won't know where you died."

The hunt for Qishan wolves this time was not as thrilling as last time. Qi Xiaohu got a pheasant, killed it near Qishan, and smeared the chicken's blood on the chicken feathers. The four of them took off their clothes, covered themselves with mud, and laid in wait.

Soon after, a Qishan wolf followed the smell of blood and found the pheasant. This Qishan wolf was stronger and smarter than the one Yang Qing killed. When he saw the pheasant, he was not in a hurry to eat it, but was alert all around.

, patrolling.

The four of them, Yang Qing, closed their breaths and entered the fetal breath. The air passing through the gaps in the mud can sustain their life needs. The sense of smell and hearing of the Qishan wolf are very sensitive. The mud on its body can isolate the smell, but it is worried that the sound of breathing will be disturbed by the Qishan wolf.

Mountain wolves hear or smell breath.

The Qishan wolf pretended to eat the pheasants on the ground several times, then suddenly looked around and felt relieved after seeing that nothing was wrong.

Several people looked at the Qishan wolf hesitantly, worried that it would attract other Qishan wolves if time went by, and they became anxious.

This Qishan wolf seemed to be worried about the worries of several people, flicking its tail and biting the pheasant on the ground.

The four of them took advantage of the opportunity when the Qishan wolf was biting the pheasant and suddenly attacked. With the wisdom of the Qishan wolf, he would not eat it here. The Qishan wolf was startled when he heard the sound, but it was too late and was caught by Yang Qingsi.

People gathered in the middle.

As the saying goes, a good tiger cannot defeat a pack of wolves. In Yang Qing's case, a good wolf cannot defeat a pack of sticks.

After several rounds of sticks, the lonely waist of the Qishan wolf was broken, and then Yang Qing and others happily ended its pain.

Lu Zhen and the others did not dare to watch the work of disemboweling the body and removing the heart. They hid far away and guarded the surroundings.

The last time they chopped off the wolf's claws and collected the essence and blood, Yang Qing and others couldn't eat, and they even felt like vomiting when they saw the meat.

Having this experience and enduring the pain of suturing the wound made Yang Qing stronger. He thought that he would be able to accumulate a hundred points of sect contribution when he finished it. As the tip of the knife moved, the familiar stench hit him again.

This time he took two more drops of essence and blood than last time, and he got fifty-seven points of sect contribution from killing this Qishan wolf. Yang Qing looked at the 'one hundred and eight' on the talisman in his hand, feeling comforted and suppressing his heart.

He was so nervous that he clenched his trembling hands and walked towards the Zanggong Pavilion full of hope.

The Hidden Gong Pavilion is located on Juhua Peak, one of the nine inner peaks. The outer disciples of Juhua Peak are not allowed to enter Juhua Peak at will. There are two disciples in white guarding the entrance to Juhua Peak. The outer disciples cannot enter the capital.

To indicate your intention, show a voucher or a handwritten letter.

"Two senior brothers, I want to enter the first floor of the Hidden Gong Pavilion. Here is the talisman paper." Yang Qing clasped his fists and saluted kindly to the two disciples in white, and then took out the yellow talisman paper from his arms.

"Don't walk around on Juhua Peak. If you are banned and your life is hurt, don't blame me for not reminding you." The white disciple returned the talisman paper to Yang Qing and said expressionlessly.

The Hidden Gong Pavilion is even grander than the Qishi Hall on Qianhua Peak, with exquisite hollows and lifelike carvings. The entire Hidden Gong Pavilion is filled with a faint halo.

Yang Qing looked at the Tibetan Gong Pavilion in front of him, calmed down his mood, opened the door and walked in.;