Doctor of Holy Light who traveled through time

"Ahem..." Meng Qiyou felt a little uncomfortable recently, but he couldn't find out what was going on.

"Your Majesty..." Yingchen looked at Meng Qiyou worriedly.He didn't think it was a good omen.

"It's okay, maybe I'm just a little tired." Meng Qiyou continued to look at the memorial in his hand. "Yingchen... There is always someone in my mind, but I just can't remember who he is, I think it is very important." Meng Qiyou looked at Yingchen solemnly.

Yingchen wanted to speak up, but couldn't make a sound. "Your Majesty, you can only rely on yourself for these things."

Meng Qiyou sighed. "I'm going out of the palace tomorrow, you remember to disguise yourself."

"Yes..." Yingchen knew that the master actually didn't like life in the palace, but he had no choice but to...

"Village Chief, how about you try this medicine?" Xia Tian boiled a big pot of potion, the medicinal materials in it are all added with the power of his own holy light, it should be able to purify the black air, maybe repair the body systematically, The strength of Xia Tian's body can already bear the power of holy light that is several times higher than before.

The village chief held the potion tremblingly, and he would never give up on them because Dr. Xia was the only one.After drinking the potion, the village head felt much better.Quickly let the villagers line up to drink medicine. "Thank you, Doctor Xia." The village chief thanked Xia Xia gratefully.

"It's okay, it's good that you can recover." Xia Tian gave up.Two more pills were left. "You should be able to recover after cooking for two more pots. Be careful not to have contact with outsiders in the future." Xia Tian ordered.

"Yes..." The residents of the village were delivering vegetables and rice.Xia Tian was very helpless, in fact, what he had grown himself was enough to eat, but the villagers were too excited, so he had no choice but to accept it.Xia Tian thanked them, rode on Tianyou, and left the village.

"What a good person, I don't know who can get such a good person." The village head looked at the figure that Xia Tian left and said with emotion.

"Are you going back to Mu Zhao Country?" Xia Tian lowered his head and said.

Tianyou groaned, "Master..." seemed to express that he was very excited.

Xia Tian stroked its head. "Looks like I have to go back." A man and a tiger quickly shuttled through the jungle...

"You want to enter the city?" Yang Xiaoxu asked.

"Well... If the plague in Mu Zhao's country is not dealt with, it will spread quickly." Xia Tian said.

"It's fine to go back, are you... going to see him?" Yang Xiaoxu asked.

"No, my hair will turn back to white the next day, so I don't want to see you anymore." Xia Tian shook his head dejectedly.

Yang Xiaoxu wanted to say something else, but in the end she didn't say it.

"Sihan, Zijun... Tomorrow, you must obediently listen to your godfather and don't run around, do you hear me?" Xia Tian asked.

"Daddy...where are you going?" Sihan asked.

"Mu Zhaoguo."

"I'm going too!" Sihan said, shaking Xia Tian's arm.Zijun nodded beside him.

"No, I'm going there to cure the plague, it's very dangerous, you are not allowed to follow." Xia Tian said seriously.

"Okay, Daddy, you have to come back early." Sihan said in a low voice.

Xia Tian patted her head, rode on Tianyou and set off for Mu Zhaoguo...

"Oh... (Master, it smells like blood.)"

"Go and see." Xia Tian said with a mask.

Tianyou ran over following the smell of blood, and saw a dying soldier lying on the ground.

"This is...Mu Zhaoguo's soldier costume!" Xia Tian fed the soldier a compound medicine (one of the medicines made in seven years, and heals all external and internal injuries immediately after taking it.), "Mu Zhaoguo What happened?" Xia Tian asked.

The soldier was desperately preparing to die, but found a masked man who saved him. "Thank you, young hero, for saving me. Young hero is also from Mu Zhaoguo?"

Xia Tian nodded, and asked what happened again.

"A plague broke out in the barracks. Many soldiers were caught by the plague. I don't know how the enemy knew about it and started to attack us. I was one of the few who didn't get the plague. General Wen asked me to go back to the city to report the matter to the emperor. As a result, Ambushed by the enemy," said the soldier.

"General Wen?...But Wen Jing?" Xia Tian asked.

The soldier looked at Xia Tian suspiciously. "General Wen Jing is well-known in Mu Zhaoguo. As a member of Mu Zhaoguo, you don't know?"

"Sorry...Although I am Mu Zhaoguo, I have been doing business abroad all year round, so I am a little unclear about everything." Xia Tian said.

"Okay, I have to go back and report to the emperor, thank you young hero for saving me." The soldier glanced at the white tiger next to Xia Tian, ​​and then continued to go to Mu Zhaoguo.

"Looks like I'm going to see an old friend, God Bless." Xia Tian patted God Bless's head.

God bless obediently.

Xia Tian arranged Tianyou in a forest outside the barracks, and began to search for Wenjing Moyu...

"Ah Jing... How are you?" Mo Yu looked at the weak Wen Jing while throwing his whip.

Wen Jing waved the knife with difficulty. "Ahem...I'm fine...ahem...this is a horrible plague." The soldiers around fell one by one, and Wen Jing felt so powerless for the first time, human beings were still too fragile.

Just when Wenjing's army was about to be defeated, bursts of violent music still sounded, and the enemy who had been killing them suddenly dropped their weapons and began to dance...

"This... this is... the young master!" Wen Jing Moyu looked at the invisible figure on the hill, his eyes were red.

A strange sound sounded. "The armies of all other countries retreat immediately within 1 minute."

"Has Mu Zhaoguo's patron saint appeared?" Hope appeared in the eyes of a soldier who was already desperate.

Wen Jing and Mo Yu looked at each other with a smile. "That's right... the patron saint of Mu Zhaoguo has appeared."

"Retreat, why not, kill that man who used sorcery." The enemy general ordered.

"Overreaching..." A green magic vortex was released in the eyes of the enemy, and half of the enemy turned into stone.

"This... this... quickly retreat... quickly retreat!" The enemy army began to flee.

Xia Tian threw a few packs of herbs at Wen Jing. "Boil it into a large pot of medicinal soup, and let the person suffering from the plague take it three times, and then he will be exposed to the poison of the plague." After speaking, the figure on the hill disappeared.

"Master!" Mo Yu shouted loudly, but no one answered.

Wen Jing looked at the herbs in his hand, wondering what he was thinking.

"Master? Is that man General Mo Wen's young master?" The soldiers discussed in low voices.

Wen Jing glanced at them expressionlessly. "I will camp, there are some things that need to be dealt with properly."

One of Mu Zhaoguo's soldiers trembled slightly...