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"Lingyun...I am your master." Jing Rong looked at Mo Lingyun's out-of-focus eyes for a moment.

Unexpectedly, after hearing this, Mo Lingyun suddenly showed a big smile to Jing Rong.

He held Jing Rong's hand, even if he couldn't see it, his voice was full of joy, and he said, "Are you my master? Your voice is very beautiful, I like you very much!"

"You..." Jing Rong was dumb, and his lost eyes softened with Mo Lingyun's words. He didn't withdraw his hand, but sighed softly: "You, you..."

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When Yan Huai came, Mo Lingyun still hadn't recovered. Yan Huai felt his pulse, looked at Mo Lingyun's out-of-focus eyes, and said indifferently: "The brain was damaged, and the eyes were also affected. More Time conditioning recovery."

"Who are you?" Hearing a voice that did not belong to Jing Rong, Mo Lingyun frowned unconsciously, "Master? Where is Master? I want Master!"

"I'm here, Lingyun." Jing Rong approached, comforting the anxious Mo Lingyun.

As soon as he opened his mouth, Mo Lingyun squinted his eyes and smiled again, "Master!"

Seeing this scene, Yan Huai's expression became slightly weird, and he immediately turned his eyes away, and said calmly: "The brain is very bad, I will prescribe a side medicine, decoct it three times a day."

"You're out of your mind!" Mo Lingyun could tell that this person was talking about him, he grinned in the direction of Yan Huai's voice, and Jing Rong patted his head to ease his expression.

Jing Rong couldn't refute Yan Huai's words, so he coaxed Mo Lingyun a few words and thanked Yan Huai, and ordered his disciples to follow Yan Huai to grab the medicine.

Mo Lingyun's symptoms of unconsciousness were a bit serious. Yan Huai paused when he picked up his pen and dipped it in ink. His five fingers were long and thin, and he wrote very lightly. For many years, he hadn't had calluses on his fingers, which is really rare for a doctor.

When Yan Huai finished writing, he glanced at the eye medicine prescription again, and warned: "The diet should be light, avoid fish soup."

The medicine Yan Huai prescribed was extremely bitter, Mo Lingyun grinned after taking a sip, only Jing Rong came to coax him to drink the medicine obediently.

Mo Lingyun couldn't see, but he could still talk. As long as Jing Rong was around, he always liked to pester Jing Rong to talk more, but he didn't have such enthusiasm for people other than Jing Rong.

Mo Lingyun regained consciousness seven days later, and when he saw Jing Rong, he rolled his eyes with a smile, "Does my master look like this?"

"You look so pretty, I like you very much."

Mo Lingyun, who couldn't remember anything, was very straightforward, and the frequency of his smile returned to when they first met, and his scene was both gratified and a little sad.

Why, the more Ling Yun was with him, the less he liked to laugh...

"Yes, Master." Jing Rong taught Mo Lingyun to call him. According to Yan Huai's words, letting Mo Lingyun get in touch with more things from the past will help him recover his memory.

"Master!"

"What's your name?"

"Ling Yun, didn't Master always call me Ling Yun?"

Seeing that Mo Lingyun still had some basic knowledge, Jing Rong simply took Mo Lingyun to find the little gray he raised. It was so mellow. A mouse was holding a dried fruit in a daze. Seeing Jing Rong and the others coming, he raised the dried fruit in his hand. Then chew.

However, Jing Rong underestimated how naive a person with amnesia can be, and can still compete with rats.

Mo Lingyun hugged Jing Rong tightly by the waist, pointing at the innocent Xiao Hui who was eating dried fruit angrily, and said, "Go away! Don't compete with me for master!"

Jing Rong who was just about to touch Xiao Hui had no choice but to withdraw his hand and patted Mo Lingyun's head. Mo Lingyun's amnesia is quite childish, and he would yell if Jing Rong left his sight for a quarter of an hour.

"If you can't take it away, be good, let go."

"I do not!"

Regarding the matter of Mo Lingyun becoming childish, Yan Huai said that there was nothing he could do, he could only drink medicine to let him continue to recuperate, or let Mo Lingyun bump his head again, it would be fine.

It is impossible for Jing Rong to let Mo Lingyun hit the wall, so he can only support him like this.

Yan Huai, who was observing Mo Lingyun's symptoms, just stared silently, and Jing Rong on the side lowered his tone: "How long will it take for Lingyun to recover?"

"It could be days, it could be months."

"Is that so..." Jing Rong was silent, he looked at Mo Lingyun who was happily teasing Xiao Hui inside, inexplicably, he wanted to say, even if Ling Yun was a fool all his life, he would still be willing to raise and protect him.

"Also, what you should care about now is not whether his consciousness is clear, but the cold poison in his body."

"Cold poison?"

Yan Huai sighed lightly, and then looked at Shang Jingrong, "He hurt his brain, and the most important thing to protect is this lifeline. Now that it has improved, we should talk about the cold poison in Yunfu River. gone."

"Yunfu River is a ten-thousand-year-old ice water area. In the past tens of thousands of years, countless cold poisons have been deposited under the water. The scar on Mo Lingyun's finger was injured under the water, and it has not healed yet."

"The cold poison is a poison that has accumulated for thousands of years in the extreme northern region. It is dormant and eats bones silently. If it is not removed, no one knows when Mo Lingyun will die."

Since Yan Huai said so much, it also showed that he was either unable to solve the cold poison, or he still lacked some medicines.

"Your Majesty, it's okay to be blunt." Jing Rong looked solemn.

"I have never cured it, and there is no trace of it in the medical records of cold poison." Yan Huai's words were very ordinary, as if he was talking about the beautiful weather today, but he was holding Mo Lingyun's lifeline.

"Is there no other way?" Jing Rong just followed Mo Lingyun's recovery and fell to the bottom of the valley again.

"Probably yes, I asked about the Snow Wolf Demon you brought back, and combined with my own experience in practicing medicine." Yan Huai paused, "Two ways."

"First, life and life are mutually restrained. I have read all over the medical books and annals of the extreme northern region. In ancient times, there was a deer named Jiuzhuan Linglu on the side of Yunfu River. It can heal ten thousand poisons and dispel yin and yang.”

Nine-turned spirit deer, rumored to be domesticated by Jiuxiaotian, has a soft nature and nourishing meat; it is not easy for the nine-turned spirit deer to reproduce, and it is defenseless against everything. After losing the protection of Shishen, it can only be reduced to other tribes nourishment.

Yan Huai's intention was to get the horns of the Nine-Turn Spirit Deer, but the last trace of the Nine-Turn Spirit Deer appeared on the edge of the Nine Heavens thousands of years ago.

"Secondly, according to what Beishan She said, after the extreme north monsters get caught with the cold poison, they mostly use their own detoxification; but Mo Lingyun is just a qi training disciple who doesn't understand spiritual power."

In other words, Yan Huai's so-called second way, if he said it, he didn't say it.

"Nine-turned spiritual deer..." Jing Rong thought about the Zongku Lingbao, and then thought about whether the antlers of the ancient spiritual deer could be stored in the four realms, but they were all empty.

"It's okay to kill directly."

Yan Huai's sudden words made the two of them look at each other in silence. Jing Rong didn't expect Yan Huai to tell cold jokes, but Yan Huai was thinking, if Mo Lingyun got better and remembered what happened when he lost his memory, I'm afraid I will choose to wipe my neck myself.

"Let me think about..."

Jing Rong didn't intend to only listen to Yan Huai's diagnosis. He is a ghost doctor, and they have different ways after all. Yan Huai's words are true or false.

As for Ling Yun...

In the middle of the night, when ordinary people had already fallen asleep, Jing Rong quietly stood in front of Mo Lingyun's bed, staring down at his wrist wrapped in cotton wool.

The bleeding from this wound has never been stopped. It was the medical practitioner who temporarily sealed Mo Lingyun's wound with a secret method, but they haven't worked out a solution yet.

Jing Rong squatted down slowly, and when his eyes were parallel to Mo Lingyun's wrist, Ling Xiaojian, which had been unsealed, jumped out and surrounded him rather intimately.

"Why, with your blood, I became the sword master."

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Ning Qing, the leader of the imperial demon clan in southern Xinjiang, has ignited his fighting spirit, and the situation that was originally tilted towards the monster race has gradually turned back to the human race.

It's just, Ning Qing.

The frosty color of his clothes gradually turned to ashes, and the appearance of going out early and returning late unexpectedly had some faint shadows of Ning Jiuchen.

Ning Qing looked fine, but according to the intuition of the doctor and his uncle, Daoist Qingxuan could feel that Ning Qing was not good at all.

"The situation in southern Xinjiang cannot be delayed, so I won't send my uncle off this time." Ning Qing worshiped her. The already thin person became thinner and thinner in southern Xinjiang, and the faint smile that never faded in his eyes disappeared. The smoke cleared.

"Zhelan, don't you, you never let go of it at all." Taoist Qingxuan looked at him, Ning Qing is not easy to get bruises under the corners of his eyes, but now his eyes are also very dark.

"How could it be?" Ning Qing's lips were slightly curved, and his expression was as warm as before, "It's just that the battle in southern Xinjiang is busy, so it doesn't get in the way."

"Then what if I say that the person you're thinking of is in the Xuantian Sect?"

Ning Qing froze when he heard the words, his eyes flickered a few times, and then he looked at Taoist Qingxuan again, "Master, this time returning to the sect, if you have spare time, please take a look for my nephew, is there someone beside him?" Bar……"

"If so, don't tell me..."

Ning Qing seemed to be talking to himself, he cupped his hands and bowed to Taoist Qingxuan, and said: "Everything is busy in southern Xinjiang, so my nephew will take my leave first."

The frost-gray figure left in a hurry, Taoist Qingxuan stood where he was thinking, she was really curious, what kind of amazing person could make Ning Qing remember so much.

However, she has no hope for Ning Qing's vision. Although Ning Qing was not as shocked as he is now, he was also a direct disciple approved by their Xuantianzong, but he could still see a blind man with no spiritual power. .

She had heard of Yan Huai's name before, but she didn't know how true this rumor could be.

The world said that he was unparalleled in this world, also said that he was ruthless, that he was like a god, and that he was as sinister as a ghost.

Instead of listening to other people's words, it's better for her to meet her in person, which makes Ning Qing's soul haunt her.

Taoist Qingxuan guessed correctly about one thing, Ning Qing's condition is indeed very bad, he wants to maintain the hard work of the past, and he will never live up to his reputation in front of others.

But in private, he still couldn't sleep day and night, tossing and turning, unable to sleep day and night.

Thinking about Yan Huai, he couldn't help but shed tears. The black robe with one sleeve protected him several times, but it became the final decisive move.

There is no snow in southern Xinjiang in winter, but there are cold and rainy nights that make him sleepless. Ning Qing no longer hurts on rainy nights, thanks to the medicine Yan Huai gave him.

Ning Qing pushed open the window and watched the cold rain. The hairpin fell off and the black hair scattered, and he was alone watching the rainy night.

He also thought that he and Yan Huai were connected, but the reality told him that it was all an illusion.

"It's hard to get over the water, and it's hard to stay away from people."

The spiritual power of the light-colored wood system spreads out along the open window, and stimulates the vegetation in this cold and rainy night.

"Water and wood have the same origin, why is it difficult to harvest, and it is difficult to stay away from others, so I will look for it."