Female martial arts fanatics only love to fight, while men fight for their lives.

Chapter 290 It’s better to look for old friends

It is impossible for Nanzi to live in this awkward situation forever.

The previous emperor of the Central Plains Dynasty ignored them, what about the current one?

The king is young and energetic, and he would always want to expand his territory and leave his name in history.

Nanzi had offended the emperor by taking in the former King Zheng. If a large army were to march in, although Nanzi could barely resist, it would certainly suffer a lot of losses.

After the last famine, the high priest knew that nothing was more important than staying alive.

"If war breaks out, such beautiful lights will no longer exist."

The high priest loved this land deeply.

Life is coming to an end. Anilan is still young and cannot convince others.

Before Nanzi was dragged into chaos by the former King of Zheng, he made his position clear to the court in time, which at least helped to keep peace in Nanzi.

"The answers to your questions are all closely related to your past. You shouldn't have come to me, but turned back."

Lou Xiao's eyes trembled. Her past?

Her past was dull and boring. What else could it be except practicing martial arts?

She always subconsciously doesn't think deeply and is unwilling to accept speculation as fact.

Should we believe the words of the high priest?

She raised her hand to look at the lines on her palm, and the past scenes flashed through her mind.

Some fragments of memory have been buried for too long, and when I recall them now, they seem a bit strange.

"You know me - no," Who else in the world would know about her past?

"You know my master."

Her interpersonal relationships in the past could not be simpler. The high priest was already old, and judging by their ages, only the master and the high priest would have any intersection.

But she had never heard her master mention that Nanzi had any good friends.

He took her north to the north of the Northern Desert, and then went to find all his friends in the Central Plains to "learn from each other".

It is to show off to her disciple, but also to let her learn from others and see the world.

But he never said he wanted to come to Nanzi.

The strength of the high priest is unknown, but he is definitely not weak. If he is really a good friend, why would he give up the possibility of letting her fight with him?

The high priest did not answer her, but looked at her deeply.

It was as if I saw that guy through her, crying so hard that he was out of breath when they met for the last time.

He trained an excellent apprentice, but also left her with weaknesses.

That technique could indeed double one's power, but its drawbacks finally appeared after she became an adult.

Didn't she know in advance?

I know a few things in Nanzi, but it's not as good as outside.

The high priest sighed and said it more clearly.

"Didn't he leave you any message?"

Lou Xiao shook her head. Her master was very silent in his last days, and even she rarely paid attention to him.

She only knew that the master met with her senior sister for the last time, but she had no idea what they talked about.

Master, senior sister.

"I think I understand." Lou Xiao lowered her head, not knowing whether to smile or make any other expression.

The high priest thought she might not understand, so he pointed to another way.

"He has a close friend in Beimo, you must have met him. The two of them used to talk about everything, and he should know about your affairs."

If facing this is so difficult for her, then find another way.

Lou Xiao nodded, "Okay, I understand."

In fact, there is an easier way, which is to ask your senior sister.

But Lou Xiao was unwilling to believe that her senior sister knew about her being poisoned.

She would rather guess that she might have been bewitched at a time she could not remember, but her master was powerless and kept it a secret.

As a result, Lou Xiao and the high priest had nothing to say.

She had not achieved her purpose of coming to Nanzi, and no one knew when she would lose control again, or whether anyone could stop her.

The high priest just said that the change was caused by emotional excitement.

Lou Xiao thought that it would be best not to shed blood in the future, and reminded herself to stay calm at all times.

Be alert to anything that causes emotional fluctuations, so as to avoid the desire to kill, which will be difficult to resolve.

After seeing enough of the lights of the Qieyue Village, Lou Xiao jumped down from the roof of the nine-story tower.

Looking back, the high priest was still standing there like an ancient god, guarding this land.

If the high priest had played a trick on her, she would never let it go no matter what happened.

Having made up his mind, Lou Xiao was ready to leave Qieyue Village.

Unexpectedly, Li Huaiqing's people came forward to invite him, and Lou Xiao then remembered that when he lost control, he seemed to have injured one of Li Huaiqing's guards.

"Li Huaiqing asked me to go? That Ai Ying - is he okay?"

She looked at the guards and saw that they didn't show any anger towards her, so she thought it shouldn't be a big problem.

"He was seriously injured and is resting now. Let the witch doctor in the village apply medicine. We have to watch him to see if he has a fever tonight."

The guard looked very respectful, "Thank you for your concern, sir."

I don't know if this was meant as sarcasm. She was the one who attacked the defenseless Ai Ying, and now she was pretending to care about her. It was hard to believe.

"Take me to see him first. It's also a good opportunity to apologize to him. I was careless."

Since Lou Xiao was apologetic, the guards obeyed and took her to Li Huaiqing.

One of them went to report to the Master, and the other took her to the guard room.

Lou Xiao could smell the bitter smell of medicine from a distance, and her heart felt heavy. It seemed that she had underestimated the damage of that sword.

Her memory was filled with blood, but she had no clear picture of the extent of the injury.

Lou Xiao stepped into the room and saw Ai Ying lying on the bed, her back wrapped in fine white cotton cloth that was slowly oozing blood.

He closed his eyes tightly, his face flushed, and sweat covered his forehead.

The witch doctor in front of the bed was still grinding medicine powder, adding an unknown insect and a few leaves and roots.

"He has a fever?" Lou Xiao took a few quick steps and touched his forehead. It was extremely hot.

There was not even anyone to wipe the sweat off her face, so Lou Xiao ordered the guard who brought her to prepare a basin of water and a clean towel.

She sat at the head of Ai Ying's bed, feeling guilty. Just by looking at the shocking bloodstains on his back, she knew how badly he had been injured.

And all this was caused by her. Now she wants to apologize. Can Ai Ying still hear her?

Hearing that Lou Xiao was coming, Li Huaiqing also led his men into the guard room.

As soon as I entered the room, I saw Lou Xiao wet a towel with his own hands and gently wiped the sweat from Ai Ying's forehead, nose tip and back of the neck.

It's really gentle.

The witch doctor was still grinding the medicine powder and comforting Lou Xiao.

"Having a fever is no big deal! It will go away if you endure it!"

The probability of dying if he can't survive is low, so the witch doctor thinks there is no need to be so careful.

Nanzi and Zhongyuan's different ways of looking at patients did not change Lou Xiao's color.

She even asked the witch doctor, "How is his back injury? Is it deep? How did you treat it?"

"Treat it? Just sew it up! It will take too long to let it heal on its own!" the witch doctor said to Lou Xiao.

"He hasn't woken up yet. Why don't you try calling his name a few more times? Fever isn't a big deal, but being unconscious is a big problem."