Chapter - 438 The Brides Pale Arms Parts the Red Clothing (13) (1/2)

”Miss Zhao,” he said, ”Please don't compel me to be an unrighteous person that I will be reviled by the heroes and warriors of the world.”

Zhao Min's shoulder injury was rather serious. At first, driven by her anger, he made an effort to walk away. But now, listening to Zhang Wuji's words, she said, ”You … you …” Her anger subsided and she collapsed to the ground.

Zhang Wuji stooped down. ”Tell me where my Yifu first,” he said.

”Take me to rescue him,” Zhao Min said, ”I will … I will … give you directions.”

”Is he [Senior] alive?” Zhang Wuji asked.

Zhao Min had the will, but not the strength. ”Your Yifu … Yifu fell into Cheng Kun's hands,” she said.

As he heard the name 'Cheng Kun', Zhang Wuji felt as if blood had been drained from his body; this man was not only an expert in martial art, he was also very crafty and cruel. There was a deep enmity, as deep as the ocean, between Xie Xun and him, so if Xie Xun fell into his hands, he would face an unspeakable danger indeed.

”You can't do it alone,” Zhao Min said, ”Call … call Yang Xiao and the others to come with you.” As she saying that, she pointed her finger to the west, but suddenly her head limped backward and she passed out.

Zhang Wuji imagined all kind of sufferings his Yifu was subjected to right at this moment; he felt as if his five internal organs were burning. Immediately he embraced Zhao Min, hurriedly ripped her clothes and wrapped the wound. Seeing a Ming Cult disciple by the side of the road, he beckoned him to come, and gave his order, ”Quickly report to Yang Zuo Shi [left emissary], tell him to lead everybody to the west at once, tell him that I have an important matter to attend.” The disciple complied and ran to report the order.

Zhang Wuji thought the sooner he leaves the better. Who knows? Perhaps this delay for few minutes would cost him the opportunity to save his Yifu's life. He carried Zhao Min immediately, and walked quickly toward the city gate, where he ordered the soldier guarding the gate to fetch a steed. Flying up, he mounted the steed and galloped it westward.

After speeding up several 'li's, he felt Zhao Min's body in his bosom gradually turn cold; checking her pulse, he found it to be weak. He was in panic. Stopping down to un-wrap the wound, he saw the five holes were very deep, reaching the shoulder bone, and the skin around the wound had turned blackish purple, an obvious sign of poisoning.

Zhang Wuji was startled, ”Zhiruo is Emei disciple,” he mused, ”How did she learn this kind of poisonous martial art? Her move was very fierce, even fiercer than Miejue Shitai's; how is that possible?” He knew that if Zhao Min did not receive help immediately, she would die of poisoning. But he was wearing the groom clothes, why would he bring any anti-poison drug?

He pondered for a moment then leaped down from the horse. Carrying Zhao Min in his arms, he jumped toward the mountain on his left. He looked around trying to find some herbs to treat poisoning, but after looking for a while he did not find even an ordinary herbal medicine.

With his heart thumping madly, he ran around the hills and the valleys, while muttering a silent prayer. Suddenly his eyes caught some bright color; he saw ahead of him, slightly to the right, there was a bush of about four, five little red flower trees. They were the 'fo zuo xiao hong lian' [little red lotus, seat base of Buddha], which had quite some effect of fighting poison. Although by this time it was the second month of spring, when hundreds of flowers were in full bloom, but to be able to find this red flower right then and there was truly a Heaven's blessing.

n his great delight he carried Zhao Min across two mountain streams toward the bushes. He took some red flowers, chewed them in his mouth, and then he fed half into Zhao Min's mouth, while applied the other half on her shoulder. Everything done, he carried Zhao Min again and continued westward.