bookrebus Chapter 573: Ice Soul Needle
Chapter 573: Ice Soul Needle
Lin Ci'an looked up suddenly, and then he noticed that what was wrapped around his senior brother's fingertips was not only the wind spirit, but also the thin lightning.
"Uncle Master..."
Just as Chu Ziyu was about to speak, he suddenly turned his head and coughed up a mouthful of blood. This time, the blood was mixed with tiny sparks of electricity.
Mingyu grabbed his pulse point and his face suddenly changed: "Spiritual roots are colliding!"
He turned to the medicine boy and shouted, "Bring me the silver needle!"
He glared at Chu Ziyu fiercely and said, "What did your master tell you before he traveled? You must take the 'Wind-Fixing Pill' on the 15th of every month!"
Lin Ci'an saw his senior brother's drooping eyelashes tremble slightly.
6872: "Big Boss, why don't you take your medicine?! What Elder Mingyu said is true!"
Chu Ziyu: "Half truth and half lie are the most touching. I did not take the medicine on time, but you think..."
He deliberately let a wisp of wind spirit run wild in his meridians, and suddenly coughed even more violently, "...Will I really let my spiritual roots run wild?"
"The day before yesterday...was exactly the fifteenth?" the young man's voice trembled.
Mingyu sneered: "Isn't it? This kid insisted on going to Qingshan Town to pick you up, and delayed taking the medicine for two whole days!"
The silver needle suddenly pierced into Chu Ziyu's neck. "Now you know why he keeps coughing up blood?"
The tail of the needle vibrated violently, and Chu Ziyu's tense back finally bent.
His fingers that were resting on the table were suddenly entangled by lightning, leaving five scorch marks on the sandalwood.
“Hold him!”
Mingyu shouted. When Lin Ci'an rushed over, he smelled the faint scent of pear blossoms mixed with blood in his senior brother's hair.
Only then did he realize that Chu Ziyu's collar was completely wet, as if he had been caught in a rainstorm.
"Wind and thunder complement each other and also counteract each other."
Mingyu inserted the needle as fast as flying, and the silver needle turned into several cold rays at the fingertips.
"Ordinary cultivators who have two spiritual roots have to endure the pain of meridian burning every day, but you..."
His voice suddenly choked, and a feeling of bitterness welled up in his heart - this stubborn child in front of him was someone he had watched grow from a child to his current graceful and elegant self, but he had never once cried out in pain.
The silver needle was suddenly shaken away, scattering all over the ground with a clanging sound.
Mingyu was furious: "You dare to use spiritual power?!" But hidden under this anger was a deeper heartache.
He knew better than anyone that Chu Ziyu had been like this since he was a child. He would rather grit his teeth than show weakness in front of outsiders.
I remember the first time this child drew Qi into his body, his meridians were burned and almost ulcerated, but he still forced himself to say, "Uncle Master, I'm fine."
The corners of Chu Ziyu's bloodstained lips curled up into a smile, and that smile made Mingyu's heart ache even more.
"Uncle Master...you scared me..."
Mingyu's hand holding the silver needle trembled slightly - at this moment, this child was still considering other people's feelings.
He recalled the snowy night twenty years ago when little Chu Ziyu curled up in the corner of the pharmacy, running a high fever but still remembering to feed medicine to the injured crane.
Mingyu turned away.
He turned to Lin Ci'an and said in a voice as soft as a sigh: "It's not...your fault..."
Chu Ziyu's weak voice was heard, and Mingyu almost lost her grip on the silver needle again.
He remembered Senior Brother Xuan Xiao's advice before he left: "Zi Yu has a stubborn personality, please take good care of him."
But when has this child ever given anyone else a chance to take care of him? Every time he gets hurt, he hides away and takes care of himself. He only comes to the pharmacy when he can no longer bear it, and he always chooses a time when no one is around.
Mingyu took a deep breath and forced himself to keep a cold face. He knew that feeling sorry for a child like Chu Ziyu would only make him more embarrassed.
But when he saw the crescent-shaped wound on the child's palm caused by his pinching, he couldn't help but redden his eyes - just like the stubborn child back then, who secretly pinched his palm when it hurt so much, thinking that no one noticed.
Looking at the crescent-shaped wound on his brother's palm caused by his pinching, Lin Ci'an suddenly remembered what his blacksmith father said - "Don't let go even if you get burned."
"Father, I also want to catch..."
He clenched his fists tightly, his nails digging deep into his flesh.
Mingyu snorted coldly and took out a cold jade box from the deepest part of the medicine cabinet.
The moment the box was opened, the temperature in the entire medicine hall dropped sharply and fine frost condensed on the ground.
"Since the wind and thunder collide,
He took out a set of ice soul needles that glowed with a cold blue light, "I can only use the Ten Thousand Years Cold Marrow to temporarily freeze your lightning spirit root."
Each needle tip is surrounded by a chill visible to the naked eye, and the tail of the needle is carved with fine runes.
When Mingyu was giving acupuncture, frost flowers condensed at the moment the needle tip pierced the acupuncture point. Chu Ziyu's slender fingers suddenly clasped the edge of the cold jade bed, his knuckles turned white due to the force, and blue veins protruded like twisted branches.
Seven ice needles pierced into the spiritual meridian hub one by one. Visible cold air spread along the meridians, forming tiny ice crystals wherever they passed, forming spider-web-like frost patterns under the skin.
“Bear with it,” Mingyu said in a deep voice.
Chu Ziyu always had a faint smile on his face, but the bulging veins on his neck and the slightly twitching corners of his eyes revealed his pain.
When the third needle fell, his left hand suddenly crushed a corner of the cold jade bed. The flying fragments left long blood marks on his fingertips, and the blood froze into ice beads before it could drip.
Lin Ci'an saw that his brother's eyelashes were covered with frost, and his pupils were dilated with pain, but his pale lips were still mouthing to him: "It's okay."
The boy grasped the hem of his clothes tightly, and the fabric tore apart in his palms.