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When Daojun was angry, the wind and cloud rose suddenly, and the color of the world changed.

Jing Rong's hair and crown are slightly scattered, not disturbing Qinggui, his hands are clanging in response to the sword master's wrath, in this turbulent wind, he alone, Jing Rong with his sword, stands at the top of the wind and cloud, unmoving.

There was still a tinge of redness in the corners of his eyes, but his eyes had long been soaked in anger and unspeakable pain, a faint stream of light escaped from Jing Rong's body, silently crushing the surging wind and cloud.

The Ling Xiao Sword, which has lost its seal, is no longer as simple as it was before. Even if the clouds rise, it does not conceal its sharpness. The Lord of Heaven and Earth is its master, and it is also the strongest sword under the sky.

Ling Xiao's real name is Longyuan Sword. It was forged by the venerable Jiuxiao who was able to stand against Shishen Rongxie in ancient times. Later, he carried the sword for Shishen Rongxie. After Rongxie returned to heaven and earth, he sealed himself. Bye bye.

Only the aftermath of sword qi can shatter the Lingxiao sword that has been glaciers for tens of thousands of years. Now it sees the sky again, and it is also the king of the world;

But at this moment, a snow wolf rushed out in human form, "I'll bring him back for you! Don't hurt my people!"

It was Beishan She, long time no see, he seemed to have been damaged a lot by wind and frost, but his heart to protect the clansmen was still firm.

"Why should I trust you?" Jing Rong gave him a cold look, and had no intention of withdrawing his sword.

Wan Yaochen trembled under his coercion, only Beishan She insisted on looking up at him, "My Yaodan is on Mo Lingyun, he won't die for a while, if you give me this chance, he still has a chance to die." There is a glimmer of hope, but if you want to exterminate our clan, he is afraid that he will sleep forever under the clouds and rivers, and even if you are the Taoist Lord of Heaven and Earth, he will never see the light of day."

"...Go, you go, as long as you can bring him back, I will forgive your Snow Wolf Clan." Jing Rong's expression relaxed, half incredulously saying: "But if you can't bring him back, you Snow Wolf Clan , kill them all."

Jing Rong waited for Bei Shan's words for a long time, until he even began to doubt whether Bei Shan's death was buried in Yunfu River like Mo Lingyun, but he still wanted to wait, his apprentice, his life would not be so light ...

Until the snow wolf dragged the cold body back to the shore, Jing Rong took a low breath, he stretched out his hand to check Mo Lingyun's breath, and managed to stop the redness from the corners of his eyes from rising again.

He reached out to touch Mo Lingyun's icy body, and the spiritual power he tried to get over was all in vain.

"Lingyun..." Jing Rong's hands trembled a little. He tried to draw away the moisture around Mo Lingyun, and put his arms around the unresponsive Mo Lingyun, refusing to let go, "Don't scare me...don't scare me..."

"It's a state of suspended animation under the protection of my demonic power." Beishan She was not much better, Mo Lingyun's life could not save his entire family, and half of his demonic power was lost because of Mo Lingyun's state of suspended animation.

But compared to his ethnic group, this is nothing.

"You, come with me." Jing Rong pointed to Beishan She, who was instantly selected as a prototype.

In this place where both spiritual power and demon power are suppressed, only the Ling Xiao Sword has no danger, and the sword is transformed into a giant sword with the heart's movement, passing across the sky like a streamer.

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The fact that Jing Rong withdrew from the Extreme Northern Territory was like a surprise, and Taoist Fu Li was the first person to know about it. When he swept across the unconscious man on Jing Rong's sword, everything was self-evident.

Jing Rong's condition didn't look very good, he was a bit out of his wits, and he didn't intend to talk to him too much. After saying goodbye, the long sword was plundered towards Xuantianzong in the north, and he didn't show any pity for his own spiritual power.

The urgent letter was also sent to the southeast and southeast through Jing Rong's own handwriting, urgently calling for medical practitioners.

"What's going on." Yan Huai was a little stunned when he received the letter. Yan Zhi's original intention was to let Jing Rong's heart holding the Xuantian Stone from the extreme northern region die. Why is it endangered now?

"The extremely northern demon clan acted recklessly and offended Lord Rongxie. The young palace master put himself in danger for the sake of the overall situation." Xuan Ye briefly explained the ins and outs. Originally, they didn't intend to make such a big fuss, but they didn't know that something went wrong with the demon clan. With Yanzhi caught up in it, Yan Huai might have to go to the northern border to deal with the mess.

"Trash." Yan Huai closed his eyes and left the underground palace with a flick of his sleeves.

Yanzhi fell into the Yunfu River, this matter is much bigger than their original plan of the extremely northern cold poison, not to mention whether the seal will be broken, whether he can save his life before he reaches the northern border is probably up to God's will.

At the end of winter, Lord Qianjiu Palace went to Xuantianzong in the north.

Jing Rong guarded Mo Lingyun without sleep for a long time. There were countless medical practitioners who came in and out of Lingxiao Temple, but none of them were able to tell Mo Lingyun's symptoms, and no one was able to wake him up from his coma.

Most of Jing Rong sent a letter to the medical practitioner Da Neng, who were held back by the southern border, and the rest were also held up by various things. Only Yan Huai, the king of another Tianfu, took the lead in replying to the letter.

Mo Lingyun woke up after Jing Rong fed him the Tai Sui Shangqing Pill in his mouth. He grabbed Jing Rong's hand and murmured half coquettishly: "Master, my head hurts..."

"Ling Yun...?!" Jing Rong almost cried with joy, and seeing Mo Lingyun looking at him, he said softly, "Your eyes are so red... I'm fine, don't cry..."

After only half a quarter of an hour of waking up, Mo Lingyun passed out again, and it seemed that what happened just now seemed like a flashback.

"Don't...don't...!" Jing Rong held Mo Lingyun's strained hand, her voice trembling: "Wait a little longer...the doctor is here, Lingyun..."

On the 12th day of Mo Lingyun's coma, Ghost Doctor No. 1 Yan Huai arrived at Xuantianzong.

Jing Rong went to greet them in person, and seeing that Yan Huai had only brought one attendant, he couldn't help being a little surprised. From this aspect, it is unknown whether Yan Huai trusted Xuantianzong too much or was overconfident.

"Thank you for coming." Jing Rong bowed his hands towards Yan Huai regardless of his status. According to etiquette, Yan Huai should salute him, but this person holds the hope of his apprentice's recovery, and he bowed again this time. Why not.

"Why do you need to be strict with etiquette?" Yan Huai looked at him, "Where are the disciples?"

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In the Hall of Lingxiao, Yan Huai first raised the pillow for Mo Lingyun, then lifted his eyelids and looked at the dilated pupil of his right eye. After some examination, Yan Huai closed his eyes and said coldly: "Why did you take him with you?" Come to Xuantianzong."

Mo Lingyun's head was injured, and he was brought back all the way, which basically caused him a second injury.

"I..." Jing Rong paused, he didn't understand the common sense of ghost doctors that Yan Huai said, so when asked, he was speechless.

"Go out." Yan Huai's tone remained unchanged, and a row of silver needles floated beside him, "No one is allowed to come in without my permission."

Mo Lingyun's pupils were dilated, which was due to blood pressure in the brain; Yan Huai took off Mo Lingyun's clothes casually, and when a silver needle pierced the lumbar spine, transparent water rushed out, and Yan Huai turned his hand to stop it.

Yan Huai frowned unknowingly, Mo Lingyun's situation was more serious than he thought, and it was a pity that Jing Rong spared no effort to save his life for him.

The blue silk thread woven by spiritual power hooked Mo Lingyun's wrist and stretched forward slowly, while Yan Huai, the manipulator, held his breath and concentrated. He hadn't dealt with such a difficult injury for a long time, and the person in front of him was still Mo Lingyun, so he couldn't help being careless.

I still remember that when he first used spiritual power to cut open the body of the dying person according to the principles of ghost doctors, Qianqiu laughed at him throughout the whole process.

Since Qianqiu said so, Yan Huai thought that the diagnosis and treatment should be a success.

Only this time, Yan Zhi might not be crazy.

There's no need to do this step at all, so why should he ask for trouble, and take the cold poison after losing his mind, for fear that his life will bring Yan Huai back?

The basin of hot water on the side was replaced by black blood, and Yan Huai was concentrating all the time, and those threads of spiritual power controlled by him also seemed to consciously pick out the blood congestion in Mo Lingyun's brain, trying to remove all the blood congestion as harmlessly as possible.

The spiritual power inside the house was chaotic, and it was coming and going very delicately in Yan Huai's hands; outside the house was wandering around, and afraid of disturbing the people in the house, he could only stand upright and wait.

Half an hour, a quarter of an hour, an hour...

The scene outside the house stood quietly, and the disciples of Xuantian Stone who followed behind him did not dare to make a sound. No one had ever seen the Young Sect Master like this. Now that the Young Sect Master doesn't speak, how dare they say anything.

Some people were waiting, and some people turned pale. Yan Huai absorbed the spiritual power, took a pill and put it into Mo Lingyun's mouth. Immediately, the spiritual power condensed in Yan Huai's hands again, and he formed a hand formula to strengthen Mo Lingyun's body Loose seal.

Mo Lingyun hurt the source this time, and the seal he formed to suppress the spiritual power was a little loose. Fortunately, Yan Huai came in time and strengthened the seal for him.

About two hours later, a gust of wind blew open the closed door, and Yan Huai came out with a calm expression. He looked at Jing Rong and said, "He will wake up after twelve o'clock, remember to send someone to take care of him from time to time. If there is any sign of unconsciousness, come and find me again."

"Thank you, Mr. Fu!" Jing Rong bowed and stepped into the room with strides, an invisible barrier fell down to block the way of other disciples, and he only heard him say: "I will guard it personally, you wait and retreat."

"Yes, young suzerain." The others bowed in unison.

When Jing Rong entered, Mo Lingyun was lying so quietly, his expression was so peaceful that he seemed to be asleep, the only problem was that he was naked from the upper body, his clothes were lifted and he didn't pay attention to put them on again for Mo Lingyun.

Jing Rong's eyes flickered slightly, and he stretched out his hands to gather Mo Lingyun's clothes, and murmured softly: "Be careful not to catch a cold."

A person in a coma will not respond to him.

Jing Rong sat down by the bed, held Mo Lingyun's hand as he did a few days ago, and tried to transfer some spiritual power to him to protect Mo Lingyun's heart. There is no rejection of this wisp of spiritual power.

It can only be a thread, the spiritual power of Daoist Yuan Ying is too strong, and it is not something a Qi training monk can bear.

Yan Huai said that Mo Lingyun would wake up after twelve o'clock, so Jing Rong stayed guarding Mo Lingyun for twelve hours without going anywhere, until the man's eyelashes trembled slightly, and his fingertips, which had not responded for a long time, moved.

"Lingyun..." Jing Rong's voice trembled slightly, and he watched Mo Lingyun slightly opened his eyes without daring to move.

The person on the couch groped and grabbed Jing Rong's hand, and sat up on the cushion with his help, his eyes should have been clear and hazy.

Jing Rong stretched out his other hand in disbelief and waved it in front of Mo Lingyun's eyes, but got no response, "Lingyun...?"

"Who are you?"

The author has something to say: the part of the silver needle is the cerebrospinal fluid from the lumbar puncture. Since this is a repair, some things have been handled artistically. Congestion refers to cerebral hematoma, um...