Chapter - 407 Being Driven Mad By Unredressed Mongol Injustice (7) (1/2)

Taking a deep breath, he stepped over the edge with his face against the cliff wall, and then slid down. After sliding about three, four 'zhang's, he slipped even faster. Immediately he exerted his strength on his ten fingers, trying to grab the snowy cliff wall, and thus he manages to slow down before coasting down again.

By doing this five, six times, finally he reached the bottom of the ravine. He felt his feet were landing on a soft object. Hastily he leaped sideways. Turned out he was stepping on the horse's belly. He saw Zhao Min was still seated on the saddle, with her hands tightly grabbed the horse's neck. Zhang Wuji reached out to feel her breath, and to his relief he felt a slight breathing, but she was unconscious.

The bottom of the ravine was dark, the winter snow had not yet melted, and the accumulation of snow actually reached his waist. He presumed since Zhao Min was seated on the saddle, the horse took the full brunt of the falling momentum and died from the impact, but Zhao Min's live was saved, she only fainted. Zhang Wuji checked her pulse and found out that although she was heavily injured, her life was not in danger. Thereupon he embraced her in his bosom with their four palms holding each other, and he transmitted his internal energy to treat her internal injury.

Since the injury Zhao Min received was from his own Wudang Sect, treating it was not too difficult. In less than an hour she slowly squirmed and regained her consciousness. Zhang Wuji kept sending out the Jiu Yang energy steadily into her system.

In more than an hour later, the sky gradually brightened. 'Wah!' Zhao Min vomited a mouthful of blood. ”Are they gone?” she said in a weak voice, ”Did they see you?”

Zhang Wuji was very appreciative and grateful that her main concern was whether he could escape the undeserved accusation. ”They did not see me,” he said, ”You … you have suffered a lot.” His mouth was speaking, but the stream of energy flowing out did not stop.

Zhao Min closed her eyes. Although her limbs were void of any strength, her chest and abdomen felt very warm and comfortable. After the Jiu Yang energy circled her system several times, she turned her head and smiled. ”Take a rest, I feel much better,” she said.

Zhang Wuji'a arms encircled her waist and pressed his right cheek to her left cheek. ”You have saved my reputation,” he said, ”That is more important than saving my life ten times.”

Zhao Min giggled and said, ”I am a treacherous, evil little witch. To me, reputation is nothing; life is more important.”

Right at that moment, they suddenly heard an angry voice from above the cliff, loud and clear, ”Damn witch! So you have not died yet. How did you kill Mo Qixia [seventh hero Mo]? Quickly admit it!” It was Yu Lianzhou's voice.

Zhang Wuji was very shocked; he did not expect his four martial uncles would return. Zhao Min said, ”Turn your head around, don't let them see your face.”