/p> Back at the inn, the candles in Song Yuxuan''s house were still on. He went to the door, reached out his hand, knocked on the wooden door, and made a voice: "it''s me, Xiao Yao." Wooden door with "squeak" sound, song Yuxuan pulled from inside. When he saw that it was Xiao Yao, he was relieved“ Xiao Yao, are you ok? " Song Yuxuan asked“ A bad killer is just a good swordsman. It''s a bit difficult. Fortunately, he survived. " Xiao Yao''s face was also a little ugly when he spoke. After all, he had been injured before, and there was a bloodstain on his chest. Song Yuxuan also saw Xiao Yao''s injury at this time. He was shocked and quickly said, "are you seriously injured?" Xiao Yao lowered his head for a look, grinned and said, "if this is serious injury, I don''t know how many times I have died." In fact, Xiao Yao''s words are very serious, but it doesn''t sound like that to song Yuxuan. He''s just a scholar. Even if he has worked in crops for several years, he''s just a scholar who can do crops. For him, the sword marks on Xiao Yao''s body are fatal injuries“ Take a rest quickly, and I''ll help you find the doctor now! " Song Yuxuan said anxiously. Xiao Yao waved his hand and said, "if you want to find a doctor, I have nothing to do. If I can''t cure myself, I''m afraid no one can save me in the whole Lingwu world." While talking, Xiao Yao has turned around and left. Although song Yuxuan was still a little worried, he didn''t follow. On the one hand, it''s because he doesn''t know whether he is really safe now, or he subconsciously wants to guard his wife and children, not to mention selfishness. As a husband and father, he is right to do so. On the other hand, song Yuxuan knows that he can''t help even if he keeps up now. After all, he''s just a scholar and doesn''t know anything about the art of Qihuang. Maybe he will delay Xiao Yao''s treatment. That night, song Yuxuan was lying in his clothes, tossing and turning all night, still worried about Xiao Yao, but wait (end of this chapter)