Uncle, a sick beauty dressed as a black lotus

Ye Qingyi's green lake-like quiet eyes swayed slightly.

He curled his fingers hanging by the bed, and said with a faint smile, "It's all happened many years ago, it's been too long, and I don't care anymore. Besides, don't I still have you, Miracle Doctor Du, by my side? Want to come?" Living a hundred and eighty years is not a problem."

Du Zhong twitched the corners of his mouth mockingly, straightened his pen and ink and said, "Your internal organs are violent, your meridians are all damaged, your sea of ​​energy is exhausted, and your spiritual power is fragile and difficult to gather. It's been 80 years? Do you think too highly of me or yourself?"

Ye Qingyi, who was in a very optimistic mood, was told by Du Zhong that he wanted to prepare the next coffin for himself: "Junior Brother Du, I thank you, every time I hear you talk about my illness, I feel that I may not survive tomorrow .”

Hearing this, Du Zhong raised his eyes and glanced at Ye Qingyi, then snorted softly, and stopped talking.

Ye Qingyi then smiled, leaned closer to Du Zhong with his back on his back: "Okay, Junior Brother Du, don't be angry, I have been away with Senior Brother Su for many days, and I miss you very much, how about we chat ?”

"Not good." Du Zhong raised his eyebrows, "Senior Brother Ye, why didn't you stop Senior Brother Su? That child is a hot potato. Who do you think is picking it up in his arms? The senior brother in charge is here Was that palm in the Yuhua Palace intended to smash the jade bricks under Senior Brother Su's feet? No, the Senior Brother Sect Leader wanted to slap him to death!"

Ye Qingyi lay on the warm couch, the more he listened, the more horrified he became: "Junior Brother Du, you're scaring me again. The senior brother who is the head of the sect has always treated you and me well, so how could he do something that would harm his fellow sect."

Du Zhong said with a serious face: "With his virtue, sooner or later he will force the brother in charge to clean up the door."

Ye Qingyi frowned faintly: "Actually, I don't agree with Senior Brother Su bringing that child back, but that child's life in Cold Crystal Valley is really miserable, even if I see it, I can't bear it, let alone Senior Brother Su You know how much Senior Brother Su admired that old man back then. The two of them have similar personalities and congenial tempers. It's not that a confidant is better than a confidant. They love the house as much as they love it, so naturally they can't let go of that child."

After hearing this, Du Zhong sneered: "Similar in personality? Similar in temper? Yes, that's right, the two of them are equally self-willed, equally ignorant, both do whatever they want, and equally value sex over friends."

Ye Qingyi's brain buzzed: "Junior Brother Du, it's all right..."

Only then did Du Zhong shut up, and angrily checked the prescription that had just been written. Ye Qingyi looked at Du Zhong, who was dressed in a blue shirt, with affectionate eyes, red lips and white teeth, and a young but gray-haired Du Zhong, jokingly said: "Junior Brother Du, you Born in a family of immortals, and with such a handsome appearance, if he hadn't opened his mouth too cunningly, he might already have many children by now."

Du Zhong put down the prescription with a "snap".

Ye Qingyi hurriedly lay back on the couch and pretended to be dead, fearing that Du Zhong would make him scream every day, Du Zhong glanced at Ye Qingyi, and said in a muffled voice, "Rong Lian."

Rong Lian pushed the door and walked in.

"Uncle Du."

"According to this prescription, I picked up the medicine and decocted it. I will give it to your useless master after dinner every day."

"Yes." Rong Lian took the prescription and was about to leave. Ye Qingyi, who was lying on the couch and pretended to be dead, lied to the corpse, "Wait."

Rong Lian stopped immediately: "Master?"

Ye Qingyi dragged out a long and weak voice: "Where is your brother Xuan?"

"Junior Brother Xuan is back at Cangfeng Peak, he should be having dinner right now," Rong Lian said.

Ye Qingyi slowly opened his closed eyes, thought for a moment and said: "Bring him here."

"Yes, Master." Rong Lian agreed without thinking, and left Yilanxuan holding the prescription.

"You want to see him?" Du Zhong mocked, "It seems that that kid not only captured the heart of Senior Brother Su, but also your heart, Senior Brother Ye."

Ye Qingyi gave Du Zhong a blank stare: "I won't quarrel with you anymore. If I say a few more words, I will become very tired. Brother Du, do you know the whereabouts of the Wuxin Stone?"

"Wuxin Stone?" Du Zhong's complexion darkened, "What are you looking for with that rotten stone?"

Ye Qingyi looked deeply at the bed curtain above his head: "I want to use a forbidden technique, and this forbidden technique requires a heartless stone."

Du Zhong, who was standing by, was slightly taken aback.

"Wuxin Stone... Forbidden Art..." Du Zhong glanced at each other, "Do you want to use Soul Forbidden Art?!"

"That's right." Ye Qingyi said, "Aren't you all worried about that child? I am also the same. After I perform the soul suppression technique on that child, the risk you and I were worried about will no longer exist."

Du Zhong looked at Ye Qingyi's beautiful side face silently, and said for a long time, "You are more thoughtful than Senior Brother Su."

Ye Qingyi smiled and said nothing.

"It's just that the Wuxin Stone has no fixed place. Although it is a broken stone, it is more cunning than a vixen who has practiced for thousands of years. I am afraid that it will not be found for a while." Du Zhong said, "But I will help you find it." Yes, before that, you might as well use this to deal with him, just in case something happens."

As he spoke, he spread out his palms, and under Ye Qingyi's quietly watching gaze, a bright red pill the size of a sparrow's eye was transformed into a pill.

"what is this?"

"Ling Ling Pill." Du Zhong put the pill in Ye Qingyi's hands, "Those who have taken this medicine will not increase their spiritual power and improve their cultivation base. No matter how hard they try, they will not be able to become a monk above the Foundation Establishment Stage."

"That's it..." It seems that Du Zhong has already thought up a way to deal with Xuan Moxiao, speaking of it, they really have a good understanding.

"Is this medicine poisonous?"

"Non-toxic." Du Zhong said coldly, "It's just that the process of suppressing its spiritual power will make it extremely painful, like being swallowed by hundreds of ants, and burning itself with fire."

Ye Qingyi's heart skipped a beat.

"The medicinal properties of this medicine are really overbearing."

Du Zhong snorted coldly: "If you're not overbearing, I'm afraid you won't be able to suppress the people brought back by Senior Brother Su."

In the bleak late autumn, the night always comes very quickly.

Located on Diancang Peak just north of Yushu Peak, a group of disciples who had dinner are standing together talking and playing in twos and threes. The sword uniforms worn by the disciples of Diancang Peak are red, which looks like countless maple leaves dotted On the ground, it is very seductive.

Xuan Moxiao, who had just arrived, sat alone outside his rest house, looking at Yushu Peak at the end of the mountain in a daze.

Occasionally, some Cangfeng disciples came over and said a few words to him, but he hemmed and hawed in response, so dull that he didn't look like a disciple who came out of a fairy family.

"Is he the one who caused Master to be beaten with a hundred sticks by Elder Ke?" A disciple looked at Xuan Moxiao with dissatisfaction.

"Yes, it's him. I don't know what Master is looking for in him. He doesn't speak a word, and he doesn't look like he has great skills. He shrinks his head and tail, and he can't get on the stage at all."

"That's right, I see, he is a broom star!"

The undisguised voices of the disciples' discussions drifted into Xuan Moxiao's ears intermittently. Xuan Moxiao glanced at those disciples in shock, then got up slowly, avoiding the sight of those disciples.

No one would really like him, no one.

He was like this when he was in Cold Crystal Valley, and he will be like this when he comes to Yuqiong Mountain, but he has a rest house here, food to eat, a master who likes him, and an uncle who loves him, this is enough .

He must take good care of this hard-won happiness, and can no longer let himself become that poor wretch in the Cold Crystal Valley that everyone can trample and bully.

Thinking of this, Xuan Moxiao's mind suddenly flashed the words that those disciples talked about when they left Cold Crystal Valley.

They said that Feng Yong woke up...

Xuan Moxiao's face lost all color in an instant, she woke up, how could she wake up?He clearly remembered stabbing the bamboo stick into Feng Yong's heart, Feng Yong...he bled so much...

Xuan Moxiao's heart was inexplicably hot, because of that killing, he destroyed all the bamboo sticks that had accompanied him for several years, if Feng Yong jumped out to identify him, what should he do?

The Diancang Peak, which was covered with green bamboos, suddenly became quiet and cold. Xuan Moxiao hugged himself tightly, and silently took out the Du Lingzhu from his bosom.

Under the night sky, the translucent Lingzhu was radiant, more beautiful than the stars in the sky, Xuan Moxiao stared at Du Lingzhu for a while, then carefully pointed his right index finger on Du Lingzhu's round body superior.

In an instant, a surge of abundant and pure spiritual power leaked out from Xuan Moxiao's fingertips, and quickly poured into the Du Lingzhu. The spiritual light flashed and disappeared.

Xuan Moxiao, who had lost a lot of spiritual power, gasped, his body went limp, and he sat slumped on the spot.

This bead... can really suck away people's spiritual energy...

He was holding Du Lingzhu in his hands, and suddenly, a clear voice rang in his ears: "Junior Brother Xuan, are you tapping Cangfeng?"

Xuan Moxiao was taken aback, and buried Du Lingzhu in the soil without panicking, and then said to the voice: "Who?"

"It's me, Rong Lian." Rong Lian's voice floated in the night sky, "Junior Brother Xuan, are you tapping Cang Peak?"

Xuan Moxiao looked around suspiciously, but no matter how he searched, he couldn't see Rong Lian's figure: "Brother Rong, I'm at Diancang Peak, are you looking for me?"

"It's not me looking for you, it's my master who wants to see you, Junior Brother Xuan, come with me."

Master...

Ye Qingyi?

Ye Qingyi wants to see him? !

Xuan Moxiao immediately got up from the ground, and trotted towards the side of the mountain: "I'll pass right away, Senior Brother Rong, just wait for me."

"Junior Brother Xuan, you don't have to run away, I'll bring you here."

A green magic circle suddenly appeared in front of Xuan Moxiao. Before he could clearly see the talisman paintings on the magic circle, he was sucked in by the magic circle. In a garden full of orchids.

Xuan Moxiao, who had never had such a fantastic experience before, just stood there, staring blankly at the orchid in front of him, unable to speak for a while. At the end of the orchid was an elegant and quiet bamboo house. The candlelight in the wooden house was faint, as if It's sitting alone.

That figure was slender and beautiful, full of immortal energy, Xuan Moxiao's heart tightened, and he called out to that figure: "Uncle Master..."

"Junior brother, why did you fall here? Get up quickly." Rong Lian hurriedly helped Xuan Moxiao up, straightened his clothes and said, "But it hurts? It's all my fault, I was lazy and used a formation to bring you here, forgot You haven't learned magic yet!"

Xuan Moxiao hastily withdrew his gaze from staring at the figure in the room, and smiled at Rong Lian: "Brother Rong, I'm fine." He raised his eyes to look at the fresh and elegant Yushu Peak, and seeing the emptiness in the mountain, he asked, "Why?" Brother Rong is the only disciple on Yushu Peak."

"The others are all going down the mountain with Uncle Liu to practice." Seeing that Xuan Moxiao was fine, Rong Lian breathed a sigh of relief, and he patted Xuan Moxiao's shoulder lightly, "Go in quickly, Master is waiting for you long time."

"Yes." Xuan Moxiao nodded towards Ronglian, and walked into Yilanxuan with a heart in his heart.

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