Because Song Yan'er didn't want to see outsiders, Bai Zhan and Ji Mo didn't follow her. The two brothers were very bored and decided to run out to Yulong City for a walk at night. The two hit it off and randomly walked out of the Song family gate.
"Didn't there be any signs of Miss Song's cold illness in advance? There are so many strange people and strangers in Yipintang, but they are all helpless."
Fang Xiu was very puzzled as to what kind of cold disease it was, and he couldn't even find a cure.
"Yes, everything happened suddenly without any warning. Yan'er is also a powerful alchemist and is highly regarded by the First Grade Hall. Many elders say that Yan'er has the hope to become the top alchemist. Hey!"
A look of anxiety appeared on Su Ruoyu's face. She and Song Yan'er had the best relationship in Yipin Hall and were very close. Seeing her best friend become like this, Su Ruoyu's heart was as sharp as a knife.
"When Yan'er came back, the cold illness was no longer under control, and her body was extremely weak. She could only rely on some pure yang things every day to suppress the cold air in her body and relieve the pain caused by the cold illness. But if it continues like this,
There is no other way. Yan'er's days are probably numbered. As a father, I can only try my best to extend her life while accompanying her through this final journey."
Song Bolun's eyes were reddish and his forehead was covered with wrinkles, as if he had suddenly aged by more than ten years.
Fang Xiu didn't say anything. He could understand Song Bolun's mood. Song Yan'er was originally the pride of the Song family. She entered the First Grade Hall and became the most outstanding alchemist. Unexpectedly, a cold illness sent Song Yan'er from heaven to hell.
Shattered all the dreams of the Song family.
In the inner courtyard of the Song family, there is a quiet attic, the attic of the ancient palace. There are candles flickering inside, which look very elegant through the windows.
There were two maids at the door. When they saw Song Bolun and the others, they quickly bowed and saluted.
"Go down, don't go even half a step closer to the door without my permission."
Song Bolun said.
"yes."
Naturally, the two maids did not dare to disobey Song Bolun's words and resigned.
Crunch!
Song Bolun gently opened the door.
This was Fang Xiu's first time entering a woman's boudoir, so he felt somewhat uncomfortable.
The layout of the room is very simple, with a simple bed and a table surrounded by candles. Starting from the door, the walls are filled with basins made of rocks. Each basin is filled with fiery red stones.
Stones radiate heat, making the temperature in the room very high.
On the bed, there was a young girl lying quietly. She was covered with a quilt and turned her face sideways. When she saw Song Bolun and Su Ruoyu coming in, she reached out to lift the quilt and struggled to get up.
"Yan'er."
Su Ruoyu hurriedly walked to the bed, lifted Song Yan'er up very gently, and leaned against her body tightly, feeling the cold air released from Yan'er's body. Even Su Ruoyu, an innate Dzogchen master, couldn't bear it.
Stop and tremble.
"Xiaoyu, you're here, I miss you so much."
Song Yan'er snuggled into Su Ruoyu's arms and smiled mischievously.
The first impression Song Yan'er gave Fang Xiu was just two words: delicate!
Her face was pale, even her lips were white, she had no strength in her body, and her eyes were lifeless. Fang Xiu could feel that Song Yan'er's vitality was rapidly draining away, like a dying person.
But it is undeniable that even in such a state, Song Yan'er's beauty cannot be concealed.
The head and eyebrows of a moth are like hibiscus in the distant mountains. It is conceivable that Song Yan'er before the cold illness must have been a stunningly talented and beautiful person who captivated the country and the city, and was no weaker than Su Ruoyu.
But Song Yan'er at this moment is poignant and beautiful.
"Yan'er, you've lost weight again."
Su Ruoyu's eyes were slightly red, and a tear fell down her face.
Song Bolun, who was on the side, turned away and wiped the corners of his eyes. Every time he saw his daughter suffering such torture, Song Bolun's heart felt like being pricked by needles.
"Xiaoyu, who is this young master?"
Song Yan'er glanced at Fang Xiu and couldn't help but ask. There was no blame in her words. Although she didn't want to see outsiders, she would treat the people Su Ruoyu brought as her own.
"Xie below, I am Miss Su's friend."
Fang Xiu reported to his family.
"Friends? Our Xiaoyu never makes friends with men."
Song Yan'er's words made Fang Xiu stop talking.
"Yan'er, please don't be rude to Young Master Fang."
Song Bolun quickly said that he now admires this champion very much.
Song Bolun will never forget the scene when the talent monument exploded in Fang Xiu's hand.
"Yan'er, I brought you the lotus leaves of the Red Flame Fire Lotus. The Red Flame Fire Lotus is a true treasure of heaven and earth. I hope it can help the cold disease in your body."
Su Ruoyu took out nine lotus leaves at the same time. Suddenly, the room was filled with fire and the temperature suddenly rose. With the lotus leaves beside her, Song Yan'er was affected by the power of the fire, and her delicate body began to tremble.
Soon, a trace of rosiness appeared on Song Yan'er's face, and her overall condition looked much better than before.
Seeing this, Su Ruoyu and Song Bolun were overjoyed.
"It seems that the lotus leaves of the Red Flame Fire Lotus have a great restraint effect on Yan'er's cold illness."
Song Bolun said in surprise.
"Very good."
Su Ruoyu was a little excited.
"A bunch of idiots, this method will only make her die faster."
At this moment, Long Ba's voice came out from the temple again.
Fang Xiu's body trembled: "What do you mean?"
Fang Xiu obviously also saw Song Yan'er's change. Her condition was indeed much better than at the beginning. Moreover, fire was originally the nemesis of cold air. Since Song Yan'er had a cold disease, there was nothing wrong with using Red Flame Fire Lotus to suppress it.
It is also consistent with common sense.
"Because what this girl has is not some bullshit cold disease at all, she has been bewitched."
Long domineering.
"Poison?"
Fang Xiu was stunned.
"Yes, voodoo is very rare. Because it is too evil, it is called a taboo technique. This girl was poisoned by someone, and it is an extremely vicious cold poisonous voodoo. If you don't believe it, you can ask, this
Is it because the cold disease started to break out in the girl when she was sixteen years old?"
Long Ba said.
Fang Xiu was shocked in his heart. If it was true as Long Ba said, Song Yan'er might have been persecuted.
"Miss Song, I have a question. Please tell me the truth. Did your cold disease break out at the age of sixteen?"
Fang Xiu asked. He had already seen Long Ba's abilities and had almost no doubts about his eyesight.
"Yes, that day happened to be Yan'er's sixteenth birthday a year ago. How did Mr. Fang know?"
Su Ruoyu was surprised. He only told Fang Xiu that Song Yan'er had a sudden cold illness a year ago, but he did not tell Song Yan'er's age or birthday.
really!
"That's right, this girl must have been poisoned with the cold poisonous poison when she was very young. This kind of poison is also called the adult poison. The poison continues to grow in the body until she reaches adulthood.
That is to say, at the age of sixteen, the poisonous poison will break out and devour the person's essence crazily until death. Because this kind of poison is extremely secretive, ordinary people cannot discover it at all. Only a real poison master can discover it.
Although there are many talented people in Yipintang, such a prestigious and upright family may not necessarily accept masters who understand the art of Gu, so they can only treat it as a rare and stubborn cold disease."
Long Ba said: "Using pure Yang substances to suppress the poison that originates from within is not only useless, but will also aggravate the growth of the poison and accelerate the death of the host."