After the substitute junior sister was reborn, all nine senior brothers regretted it

Zhao Huaicang and his party placed the unconscious Gu Qinglan in the city.

Mortal Chinese medicine could not cure her soul-burning symptoms, and these people had all lost their spiritual power and were unable to heal Gu Qinglan's injuries.

He had no choice but to take out several people's storage bags and get some healing pills to feed to Gu Qinglan.

Nan Feiyan and Jiang Wan ran back and forth to change the unconscious Gu Qinglan into clean clothes. After they finished their work, they rested their heads on each other and fell asleep in the room from exhaustion.

Yang Qingfeng was in the yard outside the door, relying on the "goddess" effect, and cursed: "Trash! How do you manage to eat! You can't even do such a small thing!"

Zhao Huaicang sat beside the bed, twisting his beads, not knowing what he was thinking.

Or maybe he knew what he was thinking.

He was wondering, did those people who cultivated for thousands of years and finally ascended to godhood also get unique opportunities because they did many things that people thought were unnecessary?

As I was walking around, I heard some noises on the bed.

But Gu Qinglan showed no signs of waking up.

Zhao Huaicang took a closer look and found that what was moved was Gu Qinglan's storage bag - the mustard space storage bag given to her by Master Xinjue.

It seems not very good to mess with other people's belongings... but this storage bag is jumping around, which is not very peaceful.

Zhao Huaicang put his ear close and heard a slight cry.

"Sister! Sister is in danger! Let me out quickly!"

"Ahhh! Let me out! I am a descendant of the Guixi Sect, and I can heal wounds! Let me out quickly!"

Zhao Huaicang got excited, grabbed the storage bag, and opened the mouth of the bag.

A cute child from Yuxue jumped out, as if he had made a big fuss in the storage bag, and his face was still red.

Zhao Huaicang was shocked that Gu Qinglan actually hid a child in the mustard space.

He had an impression of this child. When he first came to find Gu Qinglan in the Kunlun Sect, there was this child on Gu Qinglan's back.

I still remember that at that time, the child was still timid and did not dare to look at others, but now he has the aura of a child king.

"Who are you? Are you my sister's friend? Thank you for letting me out!" The child rolled his eyes, tilted his head and thanked Zhao Huaicang.

Zhao Huaicang smiled slightly: "You said you are a descendant of the Guixi Sect? How come you are in Miss Qinglan's storage bag?"

"Sister said that the illusion was dangerous, so she hid me to keep me safe."

"Since it's so dangerous, why did I bring you in?"

The child thought for a while and said, "Sister said that if you stay in Kunlun Sect, it will be more dangerous."

Recalling the behavior of Gu Qinglan's senior brothers, Zhao Huaicang felt that this was reasonable.

He had heard before that there were some mortal cultivation methods among mortals. They do not rely on the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, but rely on thoughts from their hearts to perform hypnosis, turtle breathing, and healing.

The world calls them Guixi Sect.

I didn't expect such a child...

Let's treat a dead horse as a living horse doctor. Zhao Huaicang sighed. Now that he had no spiritual power, he had no other way to wake up Gu Qinglan.

He lifted Gu Qinglan up from the bed and leaned against her. The child was giving her acupuncture points attentively, looking a bit like a descendant of the Guixi Sect.

Yang Qingfeng ran in with a happy face: "Senior Brother Huaicang! According to Sister Feiyan's description, I found my senior sister Xie Shuang!"

"She is one of the best healers in Emei! In the past, Master Xin Jue was so injured that our senior sister could definitely cure her! She must also be able to cure senior sister Qinglan... Hey, who is this kid?"

Zhao Huaicang stood up, took Yang Qingfeng out, and explained the whole story.

"Where is Xie Shuang? I'll go see him."

As the future head of Xuanwu, Zhao Huaicang has long had friendships with the leaders of the major sects, and has also known Xie Shuang for a long time.

Xie Shuang's rejuvenating skills are truly rare in the world. Zhao Huaicang felt that Xie Shuang was more reliable than that kid.

Xie Shuang met with the group, and after a brief exchange of greetings, she took Gu Qinglan's pulse.

Zhao Huaicang and his party were watching from the side.

Jiang Wanyi has been following Xie Shuang since she came over, as if she was a pendant of her senior sister.

But according to Zhao Huaicang, although the two have the same cold expression, they are actually completely opposite in temperament.

Jiang Wanyi is a typical cold-faced and warm-hearted person who values ​​friendship at heart.

Xie Shuang's coldness always gives people an illusory feeling.

Xie Shuang can smile, but her smile is extremely official, like a portrait hanging in a temple. She is as compassionate as a Bodhisattva, and like a Bodhisattva, it is hard to distinguish between likes and dislikes, as if she never belonged to this world.

Zhao Huaicang could always see the divinity in her that was not human.

After checking her pulse, Xie Shuang touched the head of the child from the Guixi Sect, and said in a very approving tone: "Did you help her stabilize her spirit? At such a young age, the technique is uniquely inherited from the Guixi Sect."

The child raised his head quite proudly: "Of course!"

Xie Shuang nodded to everyone here: "I was in Nancheng and heard about your righteous deeds of putting out fires for the people. Everyone did a good job."

Look, even if she praises others, it's just like a bowl of water. Zhao Huaicang couldn't help but laugh in his heart.

Yang Qingfeng shouted from the side: "Senior Sister! I am also awesome! I am now a general appointed by the Emperor of the Northern Dynasty!"

Hearing this, Xie Shuang reached out and touched his head, still looking compassionate: "Feng'er did a great job..."

Xie Shuang explained to Zhao Huaicang in detail: "Nancheng is famous for its medical skills. There is a medicinal spring in the city. If we take Junior Sister Qinglan there, we may be able to revive her as soon as possible."

Without further ado, the group set out early.

The troops left behind by Yang Qingfeng helped Wu Dicheng quickly rebuild the buildings destroyed by fire.

The people of Wudi City sang and danced and sent the group off.

Yang Qingfeng and Nan Feiyan were surprisingly unanimous in being unhappy with them: "We have not forgotten how they blamed Gu Qinglan for not surrendering!"

But no matter what, the matter is over. As long as Gu Qinglan can wake up, there is no need for the two of them to argue with these people.

It was night, and the people were packing bonfires, and the lambs used to see off guests had all been eaten.

A few busy people were still burping.

"Hey...whose child is it? Why is it still here? Take it back quickly!"

"It's just...it's so late, what should I do if I get lost..."

Several common people approached.

"Kid, where is your family?"

"Hey! Isn't he... the little fairy boy next to the goddess general during the day?"

"Little fairy boy? What's wrong? Do the goddess and the little general have any other orders?"

Half of the child's face was hidden in the dark, making his expression unclear.

When the common people saw that the child was silent and the air around them became colder, they felt a little scared.

"What's going on? Little Fairy Boy, please give me your instructions?"

The child said "ha": "Are you guys worthy of being saved by your sister?"

Those common people looked at me and I looked at you. Thinking of the situation where people all over the city denounced Gu Qinglan a few days ago, they couldn't help but feel a little hot.

"At that time... we were all a little scared... so we were a little excited... we also knew..."

"Explain? You did that kind of thing, do you deserve an explanation?"

The child snapped his fingers and turned around.

The people fell quietly.

The thin lines of mayflies were as bright as fish under the lamp, as if they filled the whole city in an instant, and then disappeared in an instant.

The wind and smoke are all gone, leaving only blood all over the city.