Volume 1: Wind Rising From the Mountains and Lakes Chapter 219: Intermittent
As Bian Zhenduo finished speaking, Lin Yi turned around in shock.
Seeing that the man who had originally argued with Yao Zi was in his twenties or thirties, with thick eyebrows, big eyes, and a resolute expression. He was not surprised at all by Bian Zhenduo's words. He just clasped his fists in response, raised his hand, pulled out a single sword and twirled it, and blood burst out. After a muffled groan, the beach was covered in blood, and a severed arm suddenly fell. [Search for the latest updates here.; Lin Yi's eyes flashed, and he was about to stop him, but he hesitated and still watched Han Zijiang's arm broken.
The field fell silent for an instant, and all the Canghai Gang disciples had serious expressions on their faces, but they were not panicked. On the other hand, everyone in the Tianlong Sect looked surprised, secretly alarmed by the Canghai Gang's strict rules and Bian Zhenduo's prohibitions.
"Elder Meng, regardless of whether this matter is right or wrong, our Canghai Gang considers that we are not strict in our teachings. Mr. Lin has spoken out to warn us, and Bian has punished us later. How about letting this matter go?" Bian Zhenduo has a calm demeanor and a calm face, handling things. Determined and ruthless, but without losing the momentum of a gang leader, no one dares to underestimate him!
Bian Zhenduo's move was indeed cruel enough, and everyone in the Tianlong Sect was speechless. Even the culprit, Yao Zi, looked a little pale and did not dare to say anything.
Meng Shan's expression showed less embarrassment, his pupils shrank, and he stared at Bian Zhenduo fiercely, but he couldn't bear to punish his disciples, so he could only clasp his fists and say: "Meng also deeply believes in Lin Yi's small words and righteousness. This matter is just like Bian Zhenduo's." It’s just the gang leader’s intention…”
"snort!"
Lin Yi coldly snorted, then walked over and sealed the acupuncture points on Han Zijiang's broken arm. After stopping the bleeding, he glanced coldly at Yao Zi who was hiding aside, and then said: "Bring this person to him quickly. Come to my room and take your broken arm with you." He said this and walked away.
Bian Zhenduo and others were startled when they heard this and did not dare to think too much. They hurriedly supported Han Zijiang, picked up the broken arm, and hurriedly followed Lin Yi to the ship.
Those chilling words and that casual glance caused cold sweat to break out on Yao Zi's back. Hiding in the crowd, he couldn't help but shrink his head.
Since knowing Lin Yi's identity and seeing the other party's true skills, Yao Zi felt timid and put away his resentful thoughts early on, and just wanted to hide away. This Lin Yi had such skill and was able to endure the humiliation of being whipped back then. It was even more chilling that a person could endure it to such an extent.
Yao Zi's thoughts were ignored, but Meng Shan and others looked ugly. After all, Lin Yi was an outer disciple in the past. His behavior just now was because he was dissatisfied with what the Tianlong Sect was doing, but no one dared to argue. How could this not be embarrassing? Some disciples looked at Yao Zi with resentment in their eyes.
As soon as Lin returned to his room on the ship, he asked Han Zijiang, who came in later, to lie on the couch, then asked the others to go out, set up a formation, and sealed the door.
Walking towards the bed, Lin Yi saw Han Zijiang looking at him with gratitude. Lin Yi sighed softly and said, "I respect Brother Han as a man, so I will try to rejoin your bones and limbs. However, success or failure is still a matter of debate." In the meantime, would you like to give it a try?”
Han Zijiang lay on the couch and said with a relaxed smile: "Young Master Lin is an unparalleled master. I am very honored to be able to look up to you. As for success or failure, it is all a debt of gratitude to Mr. Lin. Han will not dare to forget it." . Besides, a lost head is nothing but a scar, Mr. Lin, please feel free to do so!”
Seeing that this man was neither humble nor arrogant in his response to Yao Zi, and that he was well-founded in his advance and retreat, he never expected that he was a rare and generous person. Lin Yi looked at him with admiration and said with a smile: "In that case, I will try my best to treat Brother Han!"
Lin Yi said no more, untied the wine gourd, and let Han Zijiang drink a large gulp of spirit wine. He stretched out his finger like a sword and pointed it out, and the other person fell asleep immediately. He then connected the broken arms tightly together, stretched out his hands, circulated the spiritual energy in his body, and slowly entered the injured person's body.
Lin Yi has never tried whether it is possible to extend the bone and arm. Back in Sangxi Castle, Cao Xing, the son of Cao Xing, the shopkeeper, connected the broken tendons, which made him vaguely feel that maybe Han Zijiang's broken arm could also be repaired. In addition, I couldn't bear the disability of such a strong and bold man, so I decided to give it a try.
But when he actually tried it, Lin Yizhi realized how difficult it was. Han Zijiang's broken arm had to be reattached, not only the tendons and veins, but also bone grafts and marrow, which also had to be reattached with spiritual power. Countless small blood veins also had to be connected one by one. After being joined, the bones and flesh will not grow together for a while, and spiritual consciousness must be wrapped in spiritual power to maintain the blood circulation in the broken arm.
Disaster! Quite difficult!
Half an hour later, Lin Yi deeply regretted what he had taken for granted. However, the broken meridians had been reconnected, so he felt lucky that the method he imagined might not be unreasonable.
An hour later, Lin Yi took a breath. His consciousness has been divided into more than twenty channels, which consumes a lot of energy, but he has successfully reattached most of the broken arm. Now that he has reached the sixth level of cultivation, his spiritual power is not lacking, but he is quite tired from concentrating his energy for a long time.
Lin Yi took out a spiritual stone and adjusted his breath for a moment, but his consciousness did not dare to relax even a little. An hour later, in Han Zijiang's severed arm, all the flesh, blood, and bones were condensed together with divine consciousness and spiritual power, and the spiritual energy also slowly flowed in the connected arm. As long as this continues, after a period of time, these bones and flesh will heal on their own, and the broken arm will be truly reattached.
However, Han Zijiang has to experience it himself in the end. In short, Lin Yi felt that his time was not in vain!
Lin Yi picked up the gourd and poured out some spirit wine to wash the wound on Han Zijiang's broken arm. After thinking about it, he raised his head and took a sip himself. He used his hand gestures, opened the door, and sent a message to Bian Zhenduo to bring strips of cloth and wooden boards.
Bian Zhenduo and others, who had been waiting outside the door for two or three hours, hurriedly found things and rushed into the house. They saw Lin Yi's face was a little pale, with sweat on his forehead, but he was smiling.
Lin made a move with his hand, and wooden strips of cloth flew up automatically, wrapping Han Zijiang's broken arm tightly and firmly. Bian Zhenduo and others saw their hearts swaying, but they did not dare to say anything for fear of disturbing the spell cast.
The restoration of a broken arm is a legend in teahouse books. Now I can see the wonder of immortality with my own eyes. It is amazing and eye-opening!
"I don't know what's going on! I'll keep it for a while, maybe it will have some results!"
Lin Yi walked to the wooden chair aside and sat down, looking a little tired, but his eyes were full of joy!
Although Bian Zhenduo punished his disciples ruthlessly, he was really helpless. Living under someone else's roof, I had to swallow my anger. But he was an old man, and he didn't want Lin Yi to fall out with the Tianlong Sect because of this matter. Otherwise, once the Canghai Gang breaks away from Lin Yi's protection, they will inevitably suffer a big loss from the Tianlong Sect in the future.
A little impatience is not enough to achieve great things! Bian Zhenduo is such an outstanding person who can afford and let go. He punished his disciples openly, leaving the Tianlong Sect speechless, and at the same time won Lin Yi's trust.
Bian Zhenduo's strategy of using retreat to advance is extremely clever. Even if you see his plan, you won't be able to deal with it. In other words, this is a conspiracy of his!
Seeing Bian Zhenduo's overjoyed expression, Lin Yi secretly sighed, fearing that he was being plotted by this old Jianghu again!
Someone carried Han Zijiang away, who was still sleeping. Lin Yi asked Bian Zhenduo to give him some wound medicine in time, then waved his hand to close the door, activated the formation, and sat quietly to adjust his breathing. The mental and spiritual energy consumed may require a few days of retreat to recover.
Four days later, the repaired ship left the nameless desert island and continued to sail toward the boundless blue sea with a favorable wind - greenx-on:色#小￥说&网 - and moved forward alone.
Ten days have passed, and the world is vast; twenty days have passed, and the sea and sky are still the same color ahead; a month has passed, and the ships of the Tianlong Sect seem to never be able to get out of this boundless sea.
On the ship, inexplicable irritability and panic lingered in the hearts of everyone, and the disciples' expressions became increasingly confused.
The excitement and wonder at the beginning of going to sea have long since disappeared without a trace. Many people lament in their hearts, will they ever see land again in this life?
Some people lie in the cabin and sleep soundly when they have nothing to do. Day after day, the sea water is still the same and endless, which is boring. It is better to sleep, and maybe you can still see trees, rivers, and mountains in your dreams. Even if it’s a dream about a desert island!
Some people were so upset that they simply lay down on the deck, letting the sea breeze blow and the sun shine. Maybe the next moment you look up, the ship has docked at a densely populated and picturesque island.
Someone leaned against the side of the ship, looking into the distance for a long time, looking forward to...
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