Ink Blade Chapter 65 (Part 2)
Translated by Sylver
Chapter 65.2 To Support Wind and Snow (part 2)
Ying Feng said bitterly, “The Palace Master is critically injured and can’t stand the bumps, the carriage is still behind. But before the Palace Master fainted, he instructed me to go ahead with lightness skill and a fast horse, and must deliver the medicine.”
Only then did Mo Ren see clearly that the shadow guardian’s hair still had snowflakes on it, and the cloak on his arm was covered with frost, which showed how fierce the wind and snow outside were, and how urgent this journey was.
After Ying Feng finished speaking, he took out a medicine box and a scroll from his arms, “Fortunately, it’s not too late. Miss Qiu Jin, this is a secret method from the South Xinjiang, it says that this medicine needs to be assisted by internal strength to open the medicinal properties, it’s urgent, please ask Master Lin Yun to help Guard Mo detoxify.”
“……”
Mo Ren closed his eyes and took a deep breath, trembling heavily, from his fingertips to his heart and lungs were all twitching with pain. He weakly opened his mouth, but couldn’t even speak, he had never been in so much pain even after so many poison attacks.
The Master…his Master…
That Master with outstanding martial arts and dazzling pride, just how badly was he injured, to the point of being critically injured? Being critically injured was for him, and the only one he cared about when he was critically injured was still him.
For him, such a mere half-wasted guard… A sword that has been broken and put together again.
Mo Ren gritted his teeth and turned his face away, but tears had already soaked his eyelashes. He reached out and grabbed the medicine box, saying hoarsely, “Save the Master first.”
Qiu Jin: “Elder Brother Mo!”
Ying Feng: “Guard Mo!”
The two of them spoke in unison.
Mo Ren coughed hard twice and continued, “Since the carriage is behind and encountering such wind and snow, the journey must be difficult…Ying Feng, you escort Master Lin Yun, hurry up and treat the Master.”
He looked at Qiu Jin again, “Qiu Jin, you, Xiao Yu, and Ying Dian should also go. The Master is in danger, and there must be someone to transfer internal strength, I…I can’t help much now.”
Qiu Jin pursed her lips, her eyes hesitating for a moment.
But Ying Feng frowned, he knelt on the ground, slowly took out an object from his arms, with the light of the lantern lying on the ground, Qiu Jin and Mo Ren both saw that thing clearly.
“…Guard Mo, Ying Feng has the Jiuyun Jade Token given by the Palace Master here.” “The Palace Master’s order, no matter what happens, detoxify Guard Mo first.”
Mo Ren suddenly looked up.
He was stunned for two seconds as if he had been struck by a thunderbolt in broad daylight, and then there was a fierce look in his eyes, and he snatched the jade token.
“Guard Mo, you!” Ying Feng dared not compete with such a weak patient, and in the moment of his stupor, his hand was empty.
“Nonsense!”
In an instant, Mo Ren threw the extremely precious token on the ground, and said coldly, “Doesn’t the guardian know how to be flexible? I am here talking to you in good health, but the Master is in a coma and in danger! Mo Ren has been waiting for several months, is it possible that a half-day delay can make a difference!?”
“Now the Master is for me, cough cough cough…” The guard’s cheeks were already pale, and at this time they turned a layer of deathly green, which was even more frightening. He was agitated and frowned and coughed up blood, but he still insisted on speaking, “If…if the Master is lost, even if the poison is resolved, I…cough cough, can I still live!?”
Qiu Jin was scared and quickly helped him to breathe, a series of “okay okay, Elder Brother Mo you calm down, don’t talk first, don’t talk anymore…” She was desperately giving Ying Feng a look, and heard Mo Ren panting, his voice even weaker, “If the Master asks, all the blame, I will bear…”
“Go save the Master…otherwise, I will die in front of you two first.”
Ying Feng gritted his teeth and sighed, “Forget it.”
The wind and snow outside were getting tighter, like an urging horn. Mo Ren pushed Qiu Jin again, closing his eyes with a weak breath, “You go…go.”
Qiu Jin hesitated, “Elder Brother Mo, I have to go, but there must be someone familiar to watch you. Otherwise, let Xiao Yu stay…”
Mo Ren was angry again, “Are you coming to argue with me too?”
Such a patient who vomited blood at every turn and was stubborn, how dare Qiu Jin provoke him, she could only do a series of ‘all according to you, all according to you’.
But the situation was indeed urgent, soon, the few people in the Jiuzhong Palace quickly assembled. They didn’t ride horses either, they used lightness skill to go down the mountain in the snow.
Mo Ren, who was helped back to bed, looked at the figures of several people disappearing in the vast white from the window. Before leaving, Qiu Jin lit a lantern for him, which was dim.
In the night, the wind was cold.
Mo Ren held the medicine box left by Ying Feng with his trembling fingers, and after a while, a line of blood silently overflowed from the corner of his lips. He lied. Just now that spirit was nothing more than a flicker of life, Mo Ren knew clearly that he definitely couldn’t hold on for “half a day”.
But he didn’t want to die, his master was on his way back, separated by a storm, a mountain, perhaps also a gate of life and death, a bridge of helplessness.
He was waiting for the master to come back… He didn’t want to die if he hadn’t waited yet.
Mo Ren lowered his eyes and gritted his back teeth, struggling to open the medicine box. Since it was said that it needed to be assisted by internal strength to open the medicinal properties, then he alone, should be able to make it with a try.
At the beginning, Lin Yun sealed his internal strength with silver needles in order to suppress the toxins. So as long as he unlocked this acupoint, theoretically he should have enough internal strength to open the medicinal properties.
But there was one thing to worry about: it is too difficult and too cruel to maintain a clear mind and operate internal strength in the pain of the poison outbreak, which is no less than being tortured alive.
But torture…so what? Mo Ren thought to himself, he had suffered before.
