The two cultivation levels are in the Tianyuan realm, and they are also magnificent and extraordinary.

The rest can be ignored.

There was just one breath that was extraordinarily weak and full of vitality, like a candle in the wind that would be extinguished at any time.

Fakong pondered for a moment and waved to Chu Yu.

Chu Yu's lips trembled slightly and he was about to walk in. When he saw his gesture, he could only come closer.

Fakong pointed to the small pavilion.

The two came to a small pavilion not far away.

The small pavilion is also surrounded by light gauze curtains, apparently to prevent the wind from being too strong and injuring those in the pavilion.

Arriving at the small pavilion, Fakong took a look at the waterside pavilion and realized that even with this distance, he could not hide his words from the people in the waterside pavilion.

His voice rang in Chu Yu's ears: "Brother Chu, you don't have to speak, just think in your heart, I can hear you."

In order to keep a low profile and avoid being tainted by the cause and effect, he worked hard.

He directly inspired his mind with a little power of faith.

You can directly sense what Chu Yu is thinking, and you can also project your own thoughts directly into Chu Yu's mind.

His mind is more powerful than he thought.

It was just a pity that he had lost a little bit of the power of faith, which made him feel a little sad.

But in order to avoid trouble, you can only use it when you should use it. Isn't the power of faith just to save your life?

Avoiding trouble saves your life.

He comforted himself.

"What kind of magical power is this?" Chu Yu was surprised.

Chu Yu said softly: "Buddhism is boundless, it's just a few tricks, don't disturb the princess."

In fact, he didn't want others to hear it.

Chu Yu nodded.

Fakong's voice rang in his ears: "The princess is dying. In order to prevent anyone from obstructing her, I will cast a spell here."

"Mother, she...?"

"Well, fortunately, we arrived." Fakong lowered his voice and said, "I'm going to start."

Chu Yu held Fakong's wrist tightly: "Monk..."

He stared straight at Fakong, not knowing what to say.

Fa Kong is all his hope.

He couldn't imagine how he would live without his mother-in-law. If his mother-in-law really died like this, his world would collapse.

Fakong smiled and titheed.

Chu Yu let go of his hands and solemnly titheed.

Fa Kong faced the direction of the waterside pavilion, made seals with his hands, moved his lips, and cast the rejuvenation spell.

There is a jade vase in the sky pouring jade syrup, like a waterfall, pouring continuously towards the woman lying on the couch in the water pavilion.

This woman is extremely beautiful. Even though her face is sickly and pale as paper, it not only does not detract from the beauty of her face, but makes her even more charming.

It is Princess Xin Xu Miaoru.

The current rejuvenation spell is no longer the original rejuvenation spell that saved Ning Zhen.

As soon as the jade paste was injected, Xu Miaoru's vitality suddenly became much more vigorous, just like adding lamp oil to a broken lamp.

After ten times of rejuvenation mantra, your vitality will be strong.

Xu Miaoru's pale and beautiful face turned rosy. She looked like she was in a coma, but now she looked like she was sleeping soundly.

She slowly opened her eyes.

The beautiful eyes turned clear, and the waterside pavilion seemed to be lit up.

"Mother!" A heroic young man called out in a low voice, "Third brother is here, come over right away!"

Another handsome young man nodded hurriedly: "The third brother is outside."

Two old men with white beards stroked their beards and frowned.

They shook their heads slightly, sighing secretly but saying nothing.

A heroic middle-aged man was holding Xu Miaoru's slender jade hand tightly. Her skin was as white as translucent, and slightly blue blood vessels could be seen faintly.

He held it tightly, fearing that if he let go, it would leave him.

He has experienced the battlefield and has seen too much life and death and has become numb. However, he is not afraid of his own death, but is afraid of Xu Miaoru's death.

He would rather die in front of him than let Xu Miaoru die in front of him. Without her, what else would he miss in this world?

Seeing Xu Miaoru's rosy face and bright eyes, she seemed to have returned to the time thirty years ago.

His heart ached, but he bit his lips tightly to prevent himself from making a sound, lest she would hear the trembling in his voice.

Reflection.
Chapter completed!