LRAB Chapter 89 Linghu Chong
Chapter 89 Linghu Chong
Yilin was still thinking of helping Tian Boguang collect his body, but Zhao Yu forcibly dragged her away with him.
For someone like Tian Boguang, leaving his body exposed in the wilderness was already too good for him.
The two walked one after the other into the depths of the woods, sunlight filtering through the leaves and casting dappled shadows on the ground.
A few birdsongs could be faintly heard in the distance. The forest was silent, and no one could be seen. It was unknown where Linghu Chong was.
Walking into the woods, Yilin's face was full of worry: "Tian Boguang just led me to a cave, but Senior Brother Linghu stopped him and signaled for me to escape. I wonder how he is now?"
Zhao Yu was naturally not worried at all. As the protagonist, Linghu Chong would certainly not die at this moment.
He and Tian Boguang had a mutual respect for each other, so Tian Boguang would definitely not kill him.
Zhao Yu's butterfly wings can't affect a place as far away as Hengshan. Generally speaking, things in Hengshan are still going according to the original plot.
"Don't worry." Zhao Yu waved his hand. "That kid is lucky and won't die young. Don't you Buddhists talk about karma and retribution? He saved you, so Buddha will definitely protect him."
Yilin's tense expression eased slightly: "I hope so."
Leading the way forward, Yilin would steal glances at Zhao Yu from time to time. Zhao Yu's martial arts skills, which subdued Tian Boguang with such ease, truly surprised her.
Even the top disciple of Mount Hua was no match for Tian Boguang, yet he unexpectedly fell into the hands of this young man Zhao Yu, and died so easily. If Yilin hadn't seen it with her own eyes, she would never have believed it.
Curiosity is human nature. As her tension eased, Yilin couldn't help but feel curious and want to explore.
"Young master, are you also here to attend Uncle Liu's Golden Basin Washing His Hands Ceremony?" After walking for a while, Yilin couldn't help but ask.
Zhao Yu casually replied, "Yeah, I just happened to be there, so I came to see what was going on."
"That's wonderful." Yilin smiled happily. "My master, my senior sisters, and I are also here for the ceremony. Once we find Senior Brother Linghu, we can go into the city together. Then, I can introduce my master and the others to you, young master."
Zhao Yu readily agreed.
Among the Five Mountains Sword Sects, people's hearts are unpredictable. Perhaps only the nuns of the Hengshan Sect are pure-hearted and truly chivalrous.
Such a person is worth befriending.
After chatting for a while, the two walked side by side, searching for a path in the woods.
As Yilin walked, she looked around, muttering something to herself, her brows furrowing more and more tightly.
After turning another corner, all that remained were dense trees, with no sign of a cave at all.
Yilin stopped, her eyes slightly red. "Where is he? I clearly remember him being around here. It's all my fault. I was so focused on escaping that I didn't even remember the way. If I hadn't found Senior Brother Linghu, I..."
Seeing that she was on the verge of tears, Zhao Yu gently comforted her, "Don't rush, the more you rush, the more confused you'll become. Calm down, think carefully, and see if you can remember the way."
Yilin sniffed and nodded vigorously.
She closed her eyes, trying hard to recall what had just happened, but her mind was a mess and she couldn't remember anything.
"I remember, it's in this area..."
Seeing that she really couldn't remember, Zhao Yu stopped asking.
He closed his eyes, completely shutting out his vision, and focused all his attention on his hearing.
In an instant, the sounds from within a radius of several miles reached Zhao Yu's ears clearly.
The sounds of birdsong, insect chirps, the rustling of leaves in the wind, and the babbling of a distant stream—none of these escaped his ears.
A moment later, Zhao Yu suddenly opened his eyes and pointed northwest: "Over there."
Before Yilin could react, Zhao Yu reached out and grabbed her wrist, then with a light step, he shot off like an arrow towards the northwest.
"what!"
Yi Lin exclaimed in surprise and instinctively reached out to hug Zhao Yu's waist.
When she realized what was happening, her face instantly turned as red as a ripe apple.
She wanted to let go, but Zhao Yu was too fast. The trees on both sides rushed backward, and the wind whistled in her ears. She felt dizzy and dared not let go.
Helpless, Yilin could only close her eyes tightly and whisper, "I'm doing this to save people, Buddha will understand me, will understand me..."
As she continued reading, her heartbeat gradually calmed down.
Peeking up through one eye, Yi Lin saw Zhao Yu's sharply defined profile, and her cheeks burned even hotter.
She quickly closed her eyes again and whispered the prayer, but her heart was pounding like a rabbit's.
After an unknown amount of time, Zhao Yu slowed down and eventually stopped.
"We've arrived." Zhao Yu released his hand.
Yilin snapped out of her daze and quickly looked up. Linghu Chong was dragging an injured leg, staring at them.
She exclaimed in surprise, "Senior Brother Linghu, you're still alive! It's truly a blessing from Buddha!"
Linghu Chong gave a bitter smile: "Brother Tian spared my life. Junior Sister Yilin, what's wrong?"
He pointed at Yilin, and Yilin realized something was wrong and quickly jumped off Zhao Yu.
She lowered her head shyly and said, "It was Young Master Zhao who saved me from Tian Boguang, and it was also he who brought me to find Senior Brother Linghu."
Linghu Chong looked at Zhao Yu: "This young hero Zhao..."
He forced his injured leg apart despite the pain, clasped his hands in a fist salute to Zhao Yu, and said, "Thank you for saving Junior Sister Yilin. When we get back to the city, I'll treat you to a good drink to express my gratitude."
Zhao Yu looked at him, his forehead beaded with sweat from the pain, yet he still maintained a carefree and unrestrained demeanor, and couldn't help but shake his head: "At a time like this, you're still thinking about drinking, there's no one else like you."
"Haha, one should enjoy life to the fullest when things are going well!" Linghu Chong laughed heartily. "Junior Sister Yilin is safe and sound, I escaped with my life from Tian Boguang's clutches, and I even made a new friend, Brother Zhao. With so many good things happening, how can we not celebrate with a drink?"
Yilin then noticed the wound on Linghu Chong's leg and quickly squatted down, anxiously asking, "Senior Brother Linghu, how is your injury? I lost my medicine pouch when I ran away, what should we do?"
"It's nothing, just a minor injury, it's nothing serious," Linghu Chong waved his hand, pretending to be relaxed.
Zhao Yu took out a small porcelain bottle from his pocket and tossed it to Linghu Chong: "Use this. It's a top-quality wound medicine. Apply it externally to stop the bleeding and promote tissue regeneration."
The medicine that Zhao Yu carries with him must be of exceptional quality.
This wound medicine was a secret recipe from the Imperial Medical Academy of the Southern Song Dynasty, using dozens of precious medicinal herbs that ordinary itinerant doctors could not obtain.
Although it cannot compare to those secret formulas and miraculous medicines in the martial arts world, it is still far superior to ordinary medicines.
Linghu Chong took the porcelain bottle, uncorked it, and a faint medicinal fragrance immediately filled the air.
His eyes lit up: "Great medicine! Thank you, Brother Zhao."
As he spoke, Linghu Chong gritted his teeth, tore open his trouser leg, and carefully poured the wound medicine onto the wound.
The moment the powder touched the wound, a sharp pain shot through him, and cold sweat beaded on Linghu Chong's forehead, but he didn't utter a sound.
Although he has many flaws, he is generally a good man.