After the fake death, the big bosses rushed to treat me as a widow

Qingyue was probably very worried about Xiangli Feilu, who packed a lot of things and crashed into Rongyi's storage ring.

Rong Yi saw the saber in his hand, the Qingyue Sword was quietly in his hand, the blue color of the sword became darker over time, like the color of water that sinks in autumn, and the fierce sword energy of that year also faded away Get up and become more composed.

"Can I touch it?" he asked.

Qingyue paused, and said: "Ordinary people can't. But God is the God of Protecting the Country, so it's okay." He handed Qingyue Sword to him.

Rong Yi took it over and touched it very carefully. It was a cold sword, which was incompatible with his attributes, but when held in his hand, it made people feel a kind of generosity and firmness.

He also has a lot of weapons himself, if it wasn't for the peacocks, or the rewards from Brahma and Tiangong, he also has a divine sword that took thousands of years to temper the phoenix fire on the Shenbingtai, named Xuanlian, and it took nine years to unsheath. Zhou turned pale, it was sent as a congratulatory gift for his appointment as Ming Xing.

Rong Yi only touched it for a while, then wiped it with her sleeve, and returned it to Qingyue.

"I haven't congratulated you on your upcoming appointment as a national teacher. I will give you a sword when I have the opportunity to come next time. Jiang Guoshuide, your master... I mean the Buddha, the power of the Buddha, can absorb all phenomena; your breath It is wood virtue, which complements Qingyue sword, but in the future, when Jiang Guo’s five elements will transfer to fire, your descendants and successors may also have people with fire virtue and tu virtue spirituality. My sword belongs to fire , I think you may be able to use it one day. And in case there are monsters and ghosts with water attributes, you have a sword like this, and it will be more efficient in fighting."

Rong Yi muttered, "I've been the Protector of the Nation for so long, and there's no time for me to be used, but maybe in the future, there will be times when I will be used."

Qingyue was startled when she heard the words, then straightened her clothes and bowed to him earnestly.

"Please don't say that, the Guardian God. I will never forget Qingyue Town's bone disease alone. I am here, thank you in advance. Regardless of your relationship with Master, you will always be Jiang Guo's Guardian God .”

"Okay." Rong Yi felt a little comforted.

It was at this time that he suddenly felt that he might indeed be an old phoenix, and he had just given birth to some "elders" kindness.

"I can't leave the pagoda. General Zhen Guo will escort you to the Qingxi Courtyard, is that okay?" Qingyue asked him again.

Rong Yi nodded and said, "Okay. Actually, I can go alone."

The old general shook his head beside him: "It's better for me to go with you. The Buddha's temper is unpredictable now, and we are also worried that you will be unhappy."

"You're all talking about this, has his temper really become so bad?" Rong Yi thought for a while, "He used to have a bad temper, but I think that's just right."

He still remembered that the first day he came to look for him, Xiangli Feilu drove him away repeatedly, but he didn't hurt him, and even gave him a cup as a nest.

The imperial army opened the way, and the carriage moved smoothly.The closer you get to the palace, the quieter the surroundings become. Gradually, you can no longer see the traffic on both sides of the long street, and only the solemn and majestic mansions remain.

"This area is mostly the mansions of high-ranking officials and dignitaries. The Qingxi Bieyuan should be in the innermost and quietest place, surrounded by mountains and rivers. Behind it is the hunting mountain and the Buddhist temple that the former Supreme Emperor used to go to. The whole mansion was specially commissioned by His Majesty to build it. Yes, it is also in accordance with the requirements of the Buddha, the main thing is to be quiet. There are many places to go in the garden, but the Buddha has only lived in a small courtyard."

After entering the garden, the field of vision gradually widened, surrounded by mountains and rivers, and a courtyard with green eaves and red tiles appeared in front of them.

A group of people kneeled in front of the courtyard. Looking at their clothes, they were sent by the palace. Before this group of people, the envoy in Tsing Yi lowered his eyes and said something in a low voice.

The carriage held its ground, Rong Yi jumped down and looked up.

Yuehua was obviously taken aback when she saw him.

The old general asked in a low voice, "What's the matter?"

Yuehua's gaze was still on Rong Yi, and it took him a long time to look away. He said flatly, "The palace has sent a new doctor, who is said to be a Raksha ghost doctor, but the Buddha didn't see him, so he kicked them out— —He's getting more and more reluctant to see people, but it's not good."

Then he said to Rong Yi: "I have seen the God. The God is coming, I am far away to welcome you."

Rong Yi said: "It doesn't matter, I have a mission to come to the lower realm and treat him."

He looked at Yuehua, feeling a little sour in his heart, but he digested it himself and quickly adjusted: "Is it convenient for me to go in now?"

"Shangshen—I haven't seen the Buddha for many years. I'm afraid I don't know the current temper of the Buddha. For the sake of the God, I think it's better for you to leave this matter to me. I will cure him." Yuehua said.

Rong Yi thought for a while: "I originally planned to do the same, but the kings of Ming said that his condition was so serious that you couldn't replace him, so they sent me to the lower realm. Many things I should have done before were all done by you." Help me, I already thank you very much, let me come alone this time."

Yuehua still stood at the door and did not move: "Buddhas are practicing exercises, invading minds, seeing no strangers, and going in with the God, what will happen is unpredictable, I am afraid it will hurt the God, and I am afraid that the scene may not be more serious than it is now. nice."

Rong Yi felt that what he said was also reasonable, and Yuehua was now a bird raised by the Buddha, so she really thought about everything more than him.

He thought for a while and said, "Then I've come here, let's go in and have a look. If he loses his temper, it doesn't matter, I will let him."

Yuehua was speechless.

The old general asked someone to step forward, opened the door for Rong Yi, and then ordered the guards around: "Everyone is watching, don't let anyone else in. Let's go in with Young Master Rong."

Yuehua also followed in.

After passing through the courtyard and coming to the room, separated by a bamboo curtain, one can only vaguely see the scent of sandalwood, and a figure leaning against the side of the couch, not sure whether it is sleeping or waking up.

Yuehua still wanted to follow in, but the old general stopped him with his hand, and said softly, "Envoy, we might as well just wait here."

Yuehua just stopped, but her eyes were fixed on Rongyi's direction.

The smell of sandalwood is too strong, even though it is Buddha incense, Rong Yi has smelled it a lot in Brahma, and still feels a little choking at this moment.

The house is simple, even shabby.Stone bed, stone table, and a white stone screen placed in front of the window, it seems that what lives here is not a human residence, but a landscape that accommodates snow and light.

He suppressed the desire to cough, looked at the figure on the couch, thought for a while, and then decided - knock on the door.

He raised his hand and knocked lightly on the door twice, and then said, "Buddha, I'm here to visit you and treat you."

His voice has not changed, it is still the same as before, it is a young man's clear and bright voice, like silk, but it is much calmer and calmer than the previous domineering.

Xiangli Feilu originally turned his back to him, but when he heard the voice, he turned his head and raised his green eyes to look at him.

Even this one glance made Rong Yi feel a little startled——Xiang Li Fei Lu's face remained the same, but his temperament was much worse than before.

The silver threads were scattered, the green clothes were loosely draped over the body, and leaning against the side of the couch, it seemed a little bit of a broken body, like a drunk person, with a bit of gloom and haggard between the handsome brows.

The light in those emerald eyes that he had been fascinated by once disappeared.

Seeing that he was not moving or speaking, Rong Yi wondered if he had forgotten her as a bird, so she introduced herself sadly: "I am Rong Yi. It's that... the Phoenix that I asked you to raise before."

Xiangli Feilu still didn't speak. After a while, he looked away and smiled softly: "Don't use this kind of trick to lie to me, you are not him. If you use this kind of trick too much, it will only annoy me."

Rong Yi: "Huh?"

"Get out, I'm tired of talking like this, get out." Xiangli Feilu was obviously extremely anxious, and this incident would make him more and more anxious. He couldn't control his fingertips, and golden and red staggered spots had already appeared faintly. Ling Li, "I told you to get out!"

At this moment, the spiritual power burst out of the air, carrying a razor-sharp force; with his current cultivation base of gods and demons, even such a small amount of power is enough to instantly turn a monster into dust; however, the expected cry of pain And the sound of objects being destroyed did not appear.

Xiangli Feilu saw the fire, a flash of fire, it was

The flames of the phoenix, with the karma that burned everything, gently swallowed up his spiritual light.The two forces tore each other, and finally neutralized and disappeared, returning to silence.

It was the Phoenix Fire, still carrying a bit of rampant karma like before, but it has been able to control it very well, there is no remaining turbulent power left, and the air is no longer anxious.

"They're right. You seem to have a bad temper." Rong Yi withdrew her hand and asked in a low voice, "Can I come in?"

Xiangli Feilu looked at him.

He didn't speak, so Rong Yi said: "Then I came in?"

He was not afraid of him, so he walked in generously and sat down beside his bed.With his arrival, the fragrance of five trees and six flowers gradually filled the whole room.

Rong Yi looked at the sandalwood beside his pillow, and discussed with him: "Shall I put this out? It's a bit choking."

Xiangli Feilu still didn't speak, he let Rongyi destroy the sandalwood.

He kept silent, which made Rong Yi a little nervous. He took a deep breath and told him: "I am here to treat your illness under the order of King Daming. I didn't come here without warning. I wanted to tell you too. But I want to come down and take a walk first, before I came to you, your people found me first."

"Qingyue brought you a lot of things. He said that you don't take medicine and don't want to see a doctor. I don't think it's appropriate." Rong Yi glanced outside and tried to persuade him as gently as possible, "Don't be aggressive. They're gone, I'll see your doctor, okay?"

"Okay?" He repeated patiently.

Xiangli Feilu seemed to have realized it now, and stretched out a hand to him, with a hoarse voice: "...OK."

Actually, Rong Yi doesn't know the technique of pulse diagnosis. He mainly looks at the aura in Xiangli Feilu's body through contact. He stretches out his finger and puts it on his wrist. While feeling it, he slowly sums it up: " Hmm? When did you cultivate the way of magic, you have magic energy on your body... a few old wounds, the five elements are mixed and restrained, let me think about it—”

"The injury is healed." Xiangli Feilu interrupted him suddenly.

Rong Yi looked up at him: "Huh?"

Xiangli Feilu stared at him, his emerald-like eyes slowly became brighter, but his eye sockets were a little red, and there was a smile on his lips, "God, there is a sword on my wrist." hurt."

Rong Yi tried hard to understand what he meant. He didn't know what Xiangli Feilu meant, so he echoed, "Oh, are you alright? It's a good thing that your injury is healed. Your other injuries should also be healed."

Xiangli Feilu was very quiet, this kind of quietness could even be called meek.

It was quiet inside the door, and it was also silent outside the courtyard.

The old general ordered those who were kneeling outside to get up: "Go back and report to your majesty, the upper world has sent another person to treat the Buddha's illness."

The old general sighed: "It's better to be healed by the sweetheart when you are hurt. If no one can settle the matter, it will be fine once God comes."

Yuehua stood outside the door, her lips pursed tightly.