TVSB: Hahaha, the advertising copy needs to be printed in bright red letters, let's start from the beginning...
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Mou Feng: Finally, I'd like to ask on behalf of our readers about the theme, genre, male protagonist, and ending of this story...
TVSB: To put it simply, this story is one of the few serious military-themed works currently available. Its main outline is adapted from some newly released documents from the State Council, giving it a certain seriousness. As for its brilliance, well, this genre leans more towards a serious drama, and the ending is more harmonious. As for the male lead, well, I've decided that if necessary, this station director will personally step in...
Leng Wushuang draws his sword, Xiao Luozi takes off his shoes, Wuqing draws his double swords, Shuixian, hmm, left hand with a bean bun, right hand with a sesame ball, comrades... charge!
The interview ended in chaos...
PART 41
"Fifty-Lang! Do you think I'm blind?" Young Master Luo's face turned ashen with anger as he reached out to grab Fifty-Lang.
With a snap, Leng Wushuang's soft sword slashed diagonally, without any force, yet successfully knocked away the hand that was grabbing Wu Shilang's sleeve. "Men and women should not touch each other."
He looked at her coldly, his eyes like cold stars, and slowly pulled Wu Shilang behind him to block her. Then he lowered his hand and said coldly, "Master Luo, don't lay a hand on a girl."
Luo Jinfeng, enraged, laughed coldly. His thin, crimson lips slowly curved upwards. He crossed his arms, turned around, and took two steps. Following Leng Wushuang's example, he turned back, reached out his hand, and softly called to Wushilang, "Come here, and I will take you to travel the world and eat all the delicacies in the land..."
Leng Wushuang's lips twitched slightly. She felt the hand being held behind her move slightly, and she secretly cried out that something was wrong.
Sure enough, someone behind him peeked out and replied with a grin, "Young Master Luo, it looks really tempting. Can there be meat with every meal? And I want to stay in the superior room." Leng Wushuang's hand tightened suddenly, making Wushilang feel a sharp pain. She immediately peeked out again and added, "But, Wushuang can take me there too."
Leng Wushuang turned around, a hint of a smile appearing in her usually cold eyes. She breathed a sigh of relief and patted her head approvingly.
"Okay, I'll treat you to meat and a nice room."
Upon hearing this promise, Isoro immediately perked up, tugging at his sleeve and saying, "Alright then, let's travel around and eat all the delicious food in the world..."
Seeing the two of them gazing at each other with smiles as if no one else was around, Luo Jinfeng couldn't help but get even angrier. He softened his voice and said, "Come to my side, and I will help you get rid of the poison I gave you."
Isoro frowned, scratching his head in deep thought, looking hesitant and undecided.
Leng Wushuang's eyes immediately turned cold, and her tone was icy as she casually replied, "No need, Wushilang. You've already been poisoned by the most potent kind anyway. The effects of the other lesser poisons are the same, whether you have one more or one less."
Both Ichiro's and Luo Jinfeng's faces fell down at the same time.
This man's words are so honest, it makes you want to punch him.
“Then let’s not talk about Wushilang. Leng Wushuang, don’t you know that your internal organs have been seriously injured?” Luo Jinfeng slowly withdrew his hand and looked at Leng Wushuang with a smile. “If you don’t get treatment in time, I don’t think you can forget about recovering your martial arts skills in the future.”
Leng Wushuang looked at him silently, but her hands behind her back gripped Wu Shilang even tighter.
"I do have a miraculous medicine that will cure you completely." He casually pulled a white jade bottle from his inner pocket, and with an air of nonchalance, he swung the string on the bottle around his long, neat fingers a few times before letting it hang loosely.
"The Thousand Gold Formula?" Leng Wushuang squinted and asked indifferently.
Luo Jinfeng smiled slightly and replied, "That's right, this is the legendary Thousand Gold Formula."
Wu Shilang's heart skipped a beat. Qianjin Fang, as recorded in the Chronicles of the Martial World, could cure any internal injury, no matter how severe. It was an essential medicine for home use and a good medicine for travel.
Unfortunately, it is extremely rare and hard to come by. There has only been talk of such a medicine, but for many years, no one has actually used this precious prescription. As for whether the medicine is really that miraculous, it has become a mystery.
"Fifty-Lang, as long as you come here and never see Leng Wushuang again, I will give you the medicine." Luo Jinfeng's patience had run out, and his smile concealed his immense anger. "Don't forget who just promised me outside that he would never see Leng Wushuang again in this lifetime."
He has never humbled himself to ask anyone for anything, especially girls. From childhood to adulthood, it was always girls who came to beg him and fall in love with him; he has never taken the initiative to pursue anyone.
The more Giro refused, the more unwilling he became.
"No need." The first to answer was surprisingly Leng Wushuang, his eyes blazing with anger. He pulled Wu Shilang aside and said, "Let's go."
Wu Shilang looked at him with difficulty, but did not move. After a long while, she replied, "No, Wushuang, I did agree to him." She didn't even dare to look up at Leng Wushuang, who was even angrier. She could smell the cold air just by breathing.
"What kind of agreement does a woman have to keep?" Leng Wushuang scoffed, glancing at Young Master Luo with utter disdain, and then solemnly reprimanded Wushilang, "You're a woman, and you're not in the martial world, so what kind of agreement do you have with him? It doesn't count."
Does that mean it doesn't count?!
Is that really how you can say it?
Isoro looked up in surprise at Leng Wushuang. "No way? He's actually asking me to break the contract?!"
Luo Jinfeng's eyes twitched. If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes and heard it with his own ears, he would never have believed that the world-renowned Peerless Young Master could utter such shameless words with such righteous indignation.
Moreover, they did so with such self-righteousness.
"Then you don't want the Thousand Gold Prescription either." Luo Jinfeng narrowed his eyes, his fingers gradually tightening. He never rejected solving problems with force, but one of the other parties was seriously injured, and the other was a delicate young girl. It was not appropriate for him to make the first move.
"I want it." Wu Shilang answered quickly, shaking off Leng Wushuang's hand and covering his head with his hands. Under Leng Wushuang's icy gaze, he repeated in a low voice, "I want the Thousand Gold Formula."
Luo Jinfeng burst into laughter.
Like an orchid in full bloom, handsome and elegant, with a victorious air, he looked at Leng Wushuang provocatively, "If you want it, come and get it yourself." He stretched out his palm, flat and open, his heart pounding erratically, but it was full of smugness.
“Even if you go over there, I won’t eat.”
Wu Shilang took two steps, but stopped in her tracks because of those words. Then, she suddenly turned her head quickly and, for the first time, fiercely retorted to Leng Wushuang: "If you don't take your medicine, I won't find the antidote!"
If we don't find the antidote, we'll die a fate even worse than yours.
The two stared at each other for a long time. Leng Wushuang calmed down, her eyes as deep as the sea. Although she was still staring at Wushilang, she no longer stopped her.
"No skin-to-skin contact is allowed." He didn't stop him anymore, but couldn't help but still coldly warn Luo Jinfeng.
Luo Jinfeng laughed out loud. Seeing Wu Shilang approaching step by step, he reached out to shake Wu Shilang's hand.
Wu Shilang withdrew his hand, smiled and tilted his head, pointing at Leng Wushuang and said, "Give him the medicine, and I'll go with you. I won't take the initiative to see him again."
Luo Jinfeng's eyes were full of laughter as he looked down at Wu Shilang. "How can you guarantee you won't renege on your promise?" His gaze swept over Leng Wushuang, whose face remained expressionless, and he smiled slightly. "After all, someone just said that women don't have to keep their promises."
Isoro frowned, racking his brains, when suddenly his eyes lit up and he exclaimed excitedly, "This is easy!" He raised his finger and solemnly swore, "If I, Isoro, go back on my word, may I..."
Before she could finish speaking, Luo Jinfeng pinched her lips with his index finger and laughed, "I don't believe in ghosts and monsters, but since you swore an oath for me, I'll believe you this once."
For some reason, seeing Isoro raise her finger to swear an oath made his heart flutter with unease, fearing that the curses would come true for her.
He twirled the tiny jade bottle between his fingers, then with a whoosh, gently flicked it away.
Leng Wushuang reached out and caught it, her eyes dark and deep. Without thinking, she pulled off the stopper and poured the small pill into her mouth.
Then sit cross-legged and close your eyes to meditate.
From beginning to end, he didn't even glance at Isoro once. Isoro felt a slight pang in his heart, biting his lip and desperately trying to hold back the tears in his eyes.
"Your gaze should be fixed on me!" Luo Jinfeng turned her head, reached out to wipe away the tears she finally couldn't hold back, looked at Wu Shilang with extreme tenderness, and smiled slightly, "This time, you must stay close to me and don't leave on your own again."
He spoke very gently, like lovers whispering sweet nothings, but to Ishiro's ears, it still sent a chill down her spine, and she followed him silently.
He couldn't help but think to himself: It's terrifying when Young Master Luo is gentle!
Behind her, Leng Wushuang's eyelashes fluttered again and again, finally closing. Her hands, resting on her knees, tightened and tightened, then finally unfolded again as she began to exhale and inhale.
Young Master Luo strolled around gracefully. After a few steps, he suddenly turned around and raised his voice, saying, "Young Master Wushuang, I forgot to tell you that I only put a sleeping potion in the village. Everyone will wake up in two hours. You'd better finish circulating your energy within those two hours."
otherwise……
He laughed and laughed, feeling quite pleased; otherwise, the women of Black Wind Stronghold would probably have had a good meal. Of course, he couldn't tell Fifty-Lang about this.
Luo Jinfeng led Wu Shilang slowly along the official road, swaying with every step.
Both of them remained silent.
"Can his skills be restored?"
“No.” Luo Jinfeng’s face turned cold as he turned to look at Wu Shilang: “Now, you are following me, but since we came down from the mountain, he has been a part of every question you ask.”
Wu Shilang pouted, his eyes brimming with tears.
Ever since she met Leng Wushuang, she has learned this trick: she squeezes out tears incredibly quickly, making her look extremely pitiful against her large eyes.
"Stop crying," Luo Jinfeng glanced at him and laughed, "I'm not Leng Wushuang. A girl's tears have no effect on me."
He said that, but his heart still skipped a beat.
“Then I’ll ask one last question,” Isoro said pitifully, sniffling.
"Um."
"Why can't his skills be restored?"
As expected, it still concerned him. Luo Jinfeng turned around, a hint of hurt flashing in his eyes, before laughing loudly, "My medicine can only treat his internal injuries, but it cannot help him recover his strength." He paused and asked, "Do you know why?"
Isoro shook his head, looking completely bewildered.
"Because he suffered a qi deviation and destroyed all his cultivation."
Luo Jinfeng sighed and shook his head, feeling a sense of sympathy: "If he had survived the sword tribulation, he might have become a top-notch expert. But for some reason, he became distracted and became drunk as a cloud. The backlash is extremely powerful, and once it happens, the chances of him recovering are very slim."
Isoro was in a state of utter confusion and stared blankly into space.
He never told himself that there was no possibility of his power being restored. He had gone mad from being distracted, so the culprit was himself.
Goruro lowered his eyes, his expression becoming even more listless.
“I said it’s extremely small, but it’s not impossible for him to recover.” Luo Jinfeng felt a pang of resentment. Seeing Wu Shilang’s dejected face, he couldn’t help but say, “If we can clear his blocked meridians, then it won’t matter.”
Wu Shilang immediately looked at Luo Jinfeng with starry eyes and pleaded, "Young Master Luo, if you help him get through, I'll be your servant for life, okay?"
Luo Shao was both amused and exasperated, saying, "I have so many servants at Luoxia Manor, what would I need you for?"
Isoro bit his finger, frowned, and said, "Huh? Then what do you want me to do with you?"
Luo Shao was speechless for a long time. He then waved his sleeve and said angrily, "How could you possibly understand my thoughts so easily? Why should I tell you? This is ridiculous."
His face flushed with anger, and with a flick of his wrist, he used his lightness skill to fly hundreds of meters away.
Wu Shilang continued biting his nails. After a long while, he looked up and shouted loudly at Luo Shao in the distance, "Luo Shao, you've gone astray! Fly back quickly!"
Luo Shao, who had been flying a long way, staggered in mid-air and roared back, "Who said we took the wrong path? I just like taking this path, and even if we're wrong, I'll keep going until the end. You better catch up with me right now."
After speaking, he moved even faster, leaving Goruro far behind.
Ichiro was speechless, not having time to tell him that there was a huge, huge pit not far ahead.
Sure enough, not long after he passed by, he heard a loud thud, followed by a furious roar that shook heaven and earth: "Wu Shilang, you get over here!"
Isoro wiped his sweat and bounced along the way.
I ran to the edge of the pit, lay down and looked down. It was pitch black inside, and it felt like the bottom was unfathomably deep.
After thinking it over and over, Ishiro decided to test how deep the cave was. She looked around and finally found a large brick, as big as two of her palms.
The reason it's so big is because a big brick will make a louder sound when it hits the ground.