Chapter 73

Upon waking up, Wu Chi didn't have that hangover headache at all, instead he felt extremely comfortable and in good spirits.

The damaged meridians in the body seemed to have recovered a lot. Although the true qi was still exhausted, the speed of deterioration had been greatly slowed down. This made Wu Chi ecstatic, with a bright light in his eyes, and briskly stepped into the room.

Wu Chi had never been so relaxed since he cut off his brand that day.

It was just one night, and there was such a big change. The old man's medical skills are simply amazing.

"Little guy, are you awake?"

When the door was opened, the old man had already got up, bowed in front of the door and tended the herbs.

Yuan Ziyi dragged his chin and sat in a daze at the table, facing the same, revealing a different kind of beauty.

"Thank you senior for saving me!"

With a smile on his face, Wu Chi bowed and saluted.

Throwing down the small medicine hoe in his hand and wiping his hands, the old man walked out of the medicine garden, waved his hands and said, "Little guy, don't rush to thank me, I may not heal your injury well."

Walked to the table and sat down, took the teacup from Yuan Ziyi's hand, and snorted dissatisfiedly, "You have too many things to do, and you don't let good wine drink, what kind of tea do you make?"

Putting down the teapot disapprovingly, Yuan Ziyi frowned and said, "Grandpa drunkard, you train me again, and see if I don't smash all the wine jars behind you."

"...Okay, okay! I was wrong, tea is just tea, it's good." The old man was a little afraid that the little girl would mess around, so he admitted his mistake helplessly.

"The kid already feels much better today, and the injury has stopped deteriorating, thanks to senior's skill."

After sitting down, Wu Chi thanked him again.

"Other injuries on your body are nothing. The old man still has some medical skills. It is not a problem to restore your meridians, or even restore your true energy." Waving his hand, the old man said slowly, "However, the foundation of your swordsmanship is damaged. , but it’s not so easy.”

"The old man has checked carefully. The foundation of the sword in your body doesn't look like it was injured by external force! Little guy, tell me, how did you get injured?"

After a little hesitation, Wu Chi decided to tell the truth, after all, it may be related to whether he can heal his injury.

"I once got the inheritance of the Shadow Bearing Excalibur. Not long ago, due to some incidents, the brand of self-cutting was damaged, so that the foundation of the way of the sword was damaged."

"Shadow-bearing Excalibur?"

Hearing this, the old man and Yuan Ziyi lost their voices together.

After a wry smile, Wu Chi also understood that Zhou Yuanting was so famous that others might not know him, but they definitely remembered the Shadow Chengying Sword.

"No wonder, it was Chengying Sword Intent that you instructed me to fight with Ghost Yasha that day?" Turning his mind, Yuan Ziyi immediately remembered the legend of Chengying Sword Art, and immediately understood.

"Wait, since you have already obtained the inheritance, why did you kill yourself?"

In an instant, Yuan Ziyi came to his senses and asked puzzledly.

The matter of Wu Chi in Kunlun only had a great influence in Kunlun, and it has not been completely spread for a while. Yuan Ziyi doesn't pay attention to Kunlun's affairs, so it is naturally unclear.

"It's hard to say." Wu Chi smiled bitterly, and Wu Chi didn't want to mention these.

He waved his hand, stopped Yuan Ziyi, the old man pondered for a moment, and said, "That's right! You left a brand of kendo in your sword, which is closely related to your foundation of kendo. Self-cutting the brand is tantamount to self-destructing the foundation of kendo ah."

Shaking his head, the old man sighed, "You have such a strong temper at such a young age! Haven't you thought about the consequences?"

There was a hint of struggle in his eyes, which immediately turned into firmness. Wu Chi said softly, "Things are impermanent. No matter what the outcome is, there are certain things that must be done."

These words, Wu Chi said firmly.

No matter what the result is, if he is given another chance to start over, he will also choose to kill himself.

There was a hint of admiration in his eyes, and then the old man felt a little regretful, "Little guy, have a drink with me."

"Grandpa drunkard, you just woke up, why do you still want to drink?" Yuan Ziyi stopped dissatisfied.

This time, the old man ignored Yuan Ziyi and just looked at Wu Chi quietly.

Slightly startled, Wu Chi's expression changed drastically, "Senior, this injury... can't be cured?"

Self-consciously, he took out two jars of wine from his body and pushed one over to Wu Chi, the old man sighed softly.

"Since cutting the brand, it is already a miracle that your kendo foundation has not completely collapsed."

If he was injured by an external force, he still had a way to heal it, but Wu Chi cut his own brand, tantamount to destroying his own foundation of swordsmanship with his own hands.

This kind of damage is the most deadly, and it cannot be cured by medicine stones at all, even if there are many natural materials and earthly treasures, it will not help.

The so-called medicine cures diseases and saves people with predestined relationship. This is the truth.

His heart sank, and Wu Chi's hands trembled slightly.

The hope that had just been ignited was cut off so completely, how could he bear it?

"How could this be? Grandpa Drunkard, you are a genius doctor of Drunkards, you can even heal the wounds of the Daoist powerhouses, why can't he be cured?" Yuan Ziyi stood up suddenly, snatched the old man's wine jar, and couldn't help it. asked confidently.

With a trace of regret in his eyes, he shook his head, and the old man said softly, "Little guy, your injury is not difficult to heal! But the foundation of the sword has been damaged, and the old man has nothing to do."

"In the future, you may be able to cultivate to the peak of condensate, but it is doomed...to be hopeless!"

These words, the old man said very seriously, his words were full of sighs.

He naturally understood what it meant for a swordsman genius like Wu Chi to be hopeless. To some extent, it was something more terrifying than death.

Although he couldn't bear it in his heart, he was a doctor and had to let people face the cruel reality.

"Snapped!"

As soon as the words Dao Wuwang came out, Yuan Ziyi lost his mind, and could no longer hold the wine jar steady, and fell to the ground with a slap, it fell to pieces, the wine splashed all over the floor, and also splashed on her clean skirt.

"Senior, is there really no hope?" Wu Chi couldn't help asking again, his voice a little rough.

Shaking his head, the old man said softly, "I ask myself that the medical skills are unparalleled in the world. If I can't cure it, I'm afraid no one in the world can cure it!"

The reputation of the genius doctor of drunkards is by no means false, the old man has absolute self-confidence in the way of medicine.

The last trace of luck was shattered, Wu Chi was a little dazed, and sat down numbly, an inexplicable pain in his heart swept his whole body.

Although he knew that the consequences of self-cutting the brand would be serious, Wu Chi always had a sense of arrogance in his heart, thinking that even without the Yingying Divine Sword, he could still dominate the world by himself.

But now, this bloody reality undoubtedly dealt him a heavy blow.

The rhetoric in Kunlun is still in my ears, but is it really impossible to realize it?

I don't know how long it took for Wu Chi to wake up from that dazed state, he suddenly picked up the wine jar in front of him, and gulped it down! There seemed to be a fire burning in his chest, which couldn't be extinguished no matter what.

"Wu Chi!"

Yuan Ziyi opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but when the words came to his lips, he found that nothing was right.

She knew better than Wu Chi how powerful the old man was, and now that the old man had admitted that he had no other choice, I'm afraid it was really hopeless.

"Let him get drunk."

Sighing, the old man said softly.

He knew very well how hard this result was for the young man in front of him! But there is really no way, the only thing that can be done now, perhaps, is to let this little guy get drunk.

After drinking jar after jar of wine, Wu Chi couldn't even remember how much wine he drank.

It seems that what is in that altar is not wine at all, but water! No, not even water.

Drunk and dreamy!

Seeing Wu Chi's painful expression, seeing him drunk until he was unconscious and falling into the drink, Yuan Ziyi felt an inexplicable pain in his heart.

"Grandpa Alcoholic... I feel so bad."

Clutching the old man's sleeve tightly, Yuan Ziyi bit his lip and said.

"Silly girl!"

Sighing and stroking Yuan Ziyi's head, the old man remained silent for a long time.

In all fairness, he had a very good impression of this little guy in front of him! If it wasn't for the damage to the foundation of swordsmanship, it would be doomed to be hopeless, and he even deliberately matched the two.

However, good fortune tricks people!

With Yuan Ziyi's identity and talent, it is absolutely impossible to get together with a hopeless person.

It's not a matter of looking down on anyone.

Once you step into the Taoist realm, your lifespan will increase to five hundred years! But the road is hopeless, but Wu Chi is doomed to only have a life of more than a hundred years at most.

It is very likely that Yuan Ziyi retreated once, and after he came out, this little guy has changed from youth to middle age, or even old age!

In this way, how can two people be together?

Fortunately, they noticed it early, and the relationship between the two should not be deep now, and it will not be so painful.

Carrying Wu Chi into the room, he gave Wu Chi another injection to completely stabilize the injuries in his body. The old man shook his head, glanced at Yuan Ziyi who was still guarding himself in the room, sighed softly, and walked out of the room slowly.

Drunk and dreamy!

Perhaps, being able to stay drunk like this is the best result for Wu Chi.

"While talking and laughing with Huangtu Baye, I can't bear to be drunk in my life!"