I'm badly injured, but I'm number one

Chapter 141 1 Swords

Day two.

The sunlight shining in from the window is extremely bright.

Wen Ye's eyes moved, and he raised his hands to cover his eyes with some discomfort.

"How do you feel now?"

A clear questioning voice came to my ear.

Wen Ye tilted his head slightly and saw Yan Ping leaning against the window and drinking tea leisurely.

His first reaction was to look at Yan Ping's wrist. The bruise had indeed faded a lot, but compared to the almost invisible bruise in the morning light, it was now glaring again.

Yan Ping watched the change in his eyes and looked down at the bruise on his wrist.

Yan Ping: “…”

He narrowed his eyes, holding the cup in his hand, and said coolly.

"If you wake up, come over and rub me."

This time, Wen Ye did not go over directly like he did last night. He slowly propped himself up and found himself lying on the bed. He was a little surprised.

"Did you take a rest later, Senior?"

Yan Ping was drinking water. Hearing this, he glanced at him.

"Can you sleep with someone moving next to you all night?"

Wen Ye: "..."

He was indeed a little demented last night. He raised his hand and rubbed his eyebrows before standing up and walking to Yan Ping's side.

"I was wrong last night, please forgive me, senior."

However, his gaze unconsciously shifted to Yan Ping's wrist.

Yan Ping sighed softly and extended his hand again, "Rub it."

It is really tiring to raise a protagonist. Not only do you have to care about his life all the time, but you also have to be careful not to let him grow up wrong.

Yan Ping's fingers are very beautiful, with long and strong finger roots, distinct joints, and blue veins clearly visible on the pale back of his hands.

Wen Ye hesitated for a moment, but decided to put his hand on it. The palm of his hand felt smooth as jade, and had an icy cool feeling, which was even more obvious than the feeling from the spirit chain.

He looked up at Yan Ping, who was looking at him lazily.

"Why are you daydreaming? Just rub it, and then we'll go out for dinner."

"After dinner, go and refine your spiritual consciousness and learn the formation."

Wen Ye nodded, shifted his attention to the bruises, and began to wash them over and over with his spiritual power.

He fell into a coma last night and didn't have much spiritual power accumulated in his body.

In less than half an incense stick of time, his face turned pale.

"Let's go."

Yan Ping did not make things difficult for him. He pulled his hand back, stood up and walked out, injecting the spiritual power of his left hand into the bruises on other parts of his body.

He was too lazy to deal with it before, but now Wen Ye obviously cares more about it, so it is better to deal with it as soon as possible.

He had no interest in asking Wen Ye to remove the bruises on his wrists.

Come to the main room.

Mu Yunxi and Mu Qingwan were calculating the ore that should be handed over to the disciples for training.

"Every ten days, each disciple must deliver thirty pieces of lapis lazuli and fire spirit ore. For the four of us, that adds up to one hundred and twenty pieces of lapis lazuli and fire spirit ore."

"Sister, why don't we buy it with money?"

"Tsk, even if you have a lot of money, you can't use it that way. The main thing is that you can get some extra things by mining yourself."

"But Yunxi, you can sell the array plates. You are a rear-line staff and don't need to go out."

Ji Heyu sat aside in a daze.

Yu Tianhong was still serving the food silently.

After Mu Yunxi’s explanation yesterday, he realized that there had been another misunderstanding.

He pleaded guilty sincerely, but Ji Heyu was still in a bad mood, obviously not just because of this.

They saw Yan Ping come in, and then looked at Wen Ye who was obviously in poor spirits behind Yan Ping, and they felt a little confused.

"Wen Ye, what's wrong with you?"

Wen Ye shook his head, "I used up all my spiritual energy in cultivation, it's okay."

Yan Ping slowly sat down next to Ji Heyu, "Not ready yet?"

Ji Heyu glanced at him and said, "I guess he will never get better in his lifetime."

Yan Ping sighed, "You have to be sincere when making friends. Who told you to use a fake name to make friends?"

Unlike him, he makes friends directly through typing.

Ji Heyu: “…”

Ji Heyu didn't want to talk to him. After thinking it over, he said, "After the incident in Fire Spirit City is over, I will change back into men's clothes."

Yan Ping was too lazy to care. Anyway, Ji Heyu was in the early stage of Danhua now. As long as the Lord of the Demon Realm did not come to arrest him personally, his strength was more than enough to save his life and escape.

Mu Qingwan looked at Yan Ping, "Senior Yan, the ore will be delivered in a few days, what are Wen Ye's plans?"

Yan Ping looked towards Wen Ye, recalling the opportunity, or clue, he had originally been able to obtain deep in the mining area outside District 3.

"He will go out and dig it himself in a few days."

Although it is possible to buy it, it would be more convenient to find some other ores for Wen Ye to use in his cultivation array.

Yu Tianhong came over and said, "Senior, I'll go with you then."

Yan Ping looked at Yu Tianhong thoughtfully, "You are about to enter the Void Pill Realm."

The foundation-building aura on his body is mellow, with occasional fluctuations.

Yu Tianhong: "Yes, it's almost there, but I always feel like something is missing."

Yan Ping knew what was missing. The fastest way to cultivate natural sword bones was actually to fight.

Yan Ping thought of the original story, in which a wave of beasts would appear deep in the mining area, and the corners of his mouth curled up slightly.

"Let's get together then."

It would be a shame to waste such ready-made skills.

……

This continued for the next three days.

Apart from refining the spiritual consciousness in his soul and dispersing blood stasis for Yan Ping, Wen Ye spent the rest of his time reading the books he brought out from the formation.

There is no explanation in the book, but it contains many inexplicable formations.

If Wen Ye had not experienced the evolution of that golden light in his soul, it would seem inexplicable.

But after going through all that, look at these books on formations again.

It is more like an explanation book to assist understanding.

Yu Tianhong was practicing sword skills in the sun, sweating profusely, and then he saw Wen Ye sitting next to Yan Ping under a tree, reading a book quietly.

He felt a little sour.

"Senior, why doesn't he practice sword?"

Yan Ping held a new warm bell in his hand. Its style was more exquisite than the previous one, but it was also much larger, just enough for him to hold.

Yan Ping looked at him lazily, "He is learning the formation, and you are a swordsman, are you jealous of him?"

Yu Tianhong: “…”

Mainly because the contrast is too obvious!

Yan Ping saw that Yu Tianhong had adapted to the new number of sword swings, so it was time to increase the number.

"From now on, swing the sword 15,000 times every day."

Yu Tianhong's eyes suddenly widened, "One, fifteen thousand times?"

Yan Ping smiled gently and said leisurely, "Fifteen thousand times is not too much. We have been adapting for so long. It is time to practice more."

Yu Tianhong: “…”

He cracked.

Why did he talk so much just now!

Yu Tianhong saw Wen Ye look up and glance at her, his eyebrows and eyes were cold and gloomy.

He ground his teeth.

Is Wen Ye laughing at him?

Mu Qingwan was also swinging the sword beside her. Yan Ping had given her a diagram of her body movements, but she also knew that she had problems with her basic sword moves, so she practiced with Yu Tianhong every day.

Yan Ping would remind her from time to time.

Although it’s not much, the benefit is great.

When she heard the number specified by Yan Ping, she looked at Yu Tianhong in astonishment, her eyes full of sympathy.