Wan Jian returns to his clan!

Chapter 18 Step by Step

"Bear with it, it might hurt a little."

Lu Wubing offered a soft word of comfort.

Without hearing a reply from his senior, he made up his own mind.

First, take out the water bag and wash the wound, then put it in your mouth to form a cavity and suck hard.

Being in the wild, there is no better way to detoxify.

That's all.

He first sucked out the poisonous blood until bright red blood flowed out, then Lu Wubing stopped sucking...

I rinsed my mouth with water, took out some spare wound medicine from my bag, and carefully applied it to the wound.

Then, tear off the lining of his own inner garment, shred it into large strips, wrap it around the wound, and go around to Sister Xiaolan's armpit.

"I'll do it myself."

Ouyang Lan's voice was muffled, carrying seven parts embarrassment and three parts annoyance.

"What are you doing, touching things like that without thinking?"

"It's not that we can't see it, it's just that it's too dark," Lu Wubing said awkwardly.

Believe it or not.

Ouyang Lan rolled her eyes dramatically.

I can't even be bothered to say anything to him.

She quickly tied a knot in front of her chest.

After sucking out the poisonous blood and applying medicine to her wounds, she felt much better.

Looking back, he frowned slightly: "I wonder if my third senior brother has escaped danger?"
Originally, among the three, the one with the strongest martial arts and swordsmanship was the third senior brother, Wu Yunchong.

He won't have any problems, no matter who has them.

However, after several incidents, Ouyang Lan discovered that her third senior brother was not as trustworthy as he used to be.

"The East Sea Sect's target wasn't you. They were mainly after me. As long as Third Senior Brother doesn't fight to the death, he'll be fine."

Lu Wubing was certain of this.

What the East Sea Sword Sect desires most is its own Yuanling Sword Manual...

At that time, after he and Senior Sister Xiaolan escaped first, Tan Zhongjing of Feiyu Sword immediately abandoned Wu Yunchong and chased after them frantically.

"Dealing with just Tan Siwu from Wohu Village would be a piece of cake for Wu Yunchong, given his abilities."

"Too."

Upon hearing this, Ouyang Lan nodded.

He thought that as long as it wasn't Sect Leader Gu who took action personally, there was nothing to worry about.

With this thought in mind, Ouyang Lan hugged the cat that had run back, her breathing gradually becoming even and smooth.

Clearly, they are making the most of their time to adjust their breathing.

She was injured both internally and externally, and her body was exhausted... Although she felt sleepy, she still forced herself to continue cultivating.

My father once said that it is precisely in times like these that we must overcome difficulties and diligently cultivate our inner strength.

Only in this way can one make courageous and diligent progress.

She certainly wouldn't have taken those words to heart when she was in the mountains.

She narrowly escaped death today, but was powerless against a powerful enemy. From beginning to end, all she could do was run away.

When it comes to actual combat skills, he's even inferior to the junior apprentice who's just started learning; it's truly shameful...

I was deeply moved.

In an instant, his father's teachings and his mother's admonitions came to mind.

Every sentence is like a morning bell or evening drum, prompting deep reflection.

……

The moon hid behind the clouds, and the sky grew even darker.

The insects are silent, and the birds and beasts have returned to their nests.

Ouyang Lan circulated her inner energy, diverting some of her attention to listen to the faint sound of sword blades cutting through the air not far away.

That was the junior brother diligently practicing his swordsmanship.

Even while on the run.

They never stopped for a moment.

I don't know where they got such strong willpower from.

Thinking back to how she used to slack off whenever possible, Ouyang Lan felt a little ashamed. Without realizing it, she stopped her breathing exercise, opened her eyes, and quietly watched the graceful figure dancing in the night, momentarily lost in thought.

"Let me teach you the [Square Inch Step]."

Ouyang Lan suddenly spoke up.

Lu Wubing stopped his swordplay and turned around in surprise: "Didn't Senior Sister say that the method of cultivating lightness skills needs to be tested before it can be formally passed on?"

"Do you remember that [Double Flying Swallow] hidden weapon from before?"

Ouyang Lan did not answer directly, but instead mentioned that when the two of them joined forces to kill Tan Zhongjing, someone attacked them from the side.

"I remember that the man was very cunning. He hid quietly in the bushes and didn't make a move when Tan Zhongjing was stabbed."

They waited until we succeeded and relaxed before launching a sneak attack.

Moreover, the "Double Swallow" hidden weapon is extremely ingenious and unpredictable, capable of separating and combining, circling and cutting, and possessing extraordinary power.

"If I'm not mistaken, the one who made the move should be Duanmu Tong, the 'Master of a Hundred Skills'."

A hint of worry appeared on Ouyang Lan's face.

He continued, "This man is well-versed in poetry and literature, and skilled in all kinds of crafts. He is a rare talent, and he was quite famous for his talent in his youth."

However, due to his youthful arrogance, he acted without caution... When he was taking the imperial examination in the capital, he was angered by the Marquis of Baisheng, Dong Heihu, because of cockfighting and dog racing, who believed that he had corrupted his two sons.

So, they found a pretext to disqualify him from the exam…and from then on, he fell into poverty and wandered the world.

"This person is actually being manipulated by the East Sea Sect?"

Upon hearing this, Lu Wubing finally understood why Senior Sister Xiaolan, despite knowing that the sect rules forbade it, still wanted to pass on the [Fangcunbu] lightness skill.

This "Master of a Hundred Skills" Duanmu Tong might be quite difficult to deal with.

Known as "Hundred Skills," this person must be incredibly dexterous, capable of crafting various mechanisms and hidden weapons, and possessing a wide range of skills.

If he catches up with us...

What other incredible hidden weapon could be launched...?

"It's not necessarily true that he joined the Donghai faction. Although Duanmu Tong was stripped of his official title and never served in office again, he still retained some of the pride of a scholar."

The East Sea Sect is merely a bandit force in the martial arts world; no matter how great its reputation, it cannot recruit this person.

On the other hand, Prince Gong's Mansion has been recruiting retainers, spending lavishly to gather many extraordinary individuals under its command.

"If I were Duanmu Tong, I would only serve under Prince Gong."

"Could it be that the East Sea Sword Sect is also..."

The two exchanged a glance and suddenly felt as if they had discovered an incredible secret.

If the East Sea Sword Sect also joined Prince Gong's Mansion, then why did all these people rush to the Jiangzhou area? Was it really just to seize the Yuanling Sword Manual?

"We can't see clearly for now, so let's not think about it too much. Let's think about how to avoid those eyes in the sky after dawn."

Ouyang Lan was referring to the eagle in the sky.

At night, it's alright; if you hide, even the best eagle eyes can't see clearly.

It's hard to say what will happen during the day.

The eagle flew high and fast, and the two had no way to counter it. They could only passively take the hits, which was a headache just to think about.

Lu Wubing also felt somewhat helpless.

Turning his head to look at the kitten whose head was nodding off, the little guy was peacefully nestled in Senior Sister Xiaolan's arms, dozing off, and a thought suddenly struck him.

"If you can't deal with the eagle, then deal with its master."

Just like my relationship with my cat...

Even if others come into contact with the kitten, they can't get any useful information from its meows; there's no tacit understanding.

So, once the eagle's owner is dealt with, the eyes in the sky will be no longer a concern.

"The eagle's master, without a doubt, is Duanmu Dong. I've heard he's a jack-of-all-trades: eagle-flying, dog-hunting, cockfighting, insect-raising, poison-making, perfume-blending, lock-picking—he knows it all. To kill him, we must first learn to dodge his first attack. Let's start by learning his footwork."

At this point, Ouyang Lan could no longer contain herself and forced herself to stand up.

"it is good."

Lu Wubing nodded emphatically.

In times of crisis, this is not the time for feigned politeness.

Even if my master and mistress found out, they probably wouldn't object.

……

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