Meng Zihuan stopped his hand and turned around to look at the girl behind him. She was dressed in a green shirt, with picturesque eyebrows and dark makeup. She had a natural and fresh beauty, like a hibiscus emerging from the water. She was so beautiful.
"Sister Yue Ning."
The coldness on his face disappeared, replaced by a bright and innocent smile, and he quickly walked to Yue Ning's side: "Sister Yue Ning, why are you here?"
Yue Ning said: "I came to see you and saw that you haven't rested for three days."
Meng Zihuan looked around: "Yuque Mountain is full of spiritual energy and surrounded by immortal energy. This is the largest cave heaven paradise among the three realms. I am lucky enough to be able to practice here, but can't I cherish the time here twice as much? Otherwise, how can I
Didn’t you let down Sister Yue Ning’s rescue efforts?”
Yue Ning pursed her lips and chuckled: "Then you have to relax."
Meng Zihuan immediately acted obediently and said, "Sister Yue Ning taught me a lesson."
Suddenly, Meng Zihuan frowned and raised his hand to touch his chest. His face suddenly turned pale, as if he had suffered internal injuries.
Yue Ning asked in confusion: "What's wrong?"
Meng Zihuan shook his head, let go of his hand, and his brows gradually relaxed: "I'm fine, maybe the injury before has not fully healed."
"I just told you that your injuries are not fully healed, so you shouldn't work so hard." Yue Ning grabbed his hand as she spoke and asked him to check his pulse, but Meng Zihuan refused to let him go. He insisted on saying that he was fine, but in the end he couldn't help it.
Yue Ning.
Yue Ning carefully felt his pulse, then frowned: "You have an old disease, or an old disease that hurts your heart. Why don't you say anything?"
A smile appeared on Meng Zihuan's face: "I'm fine, it's just an old problem from before. It's nothing important."
"It's okay. I'll cure your old illness as long as I'm here." Yue Ning showed a bright smile on her face: "This small injury is not a problem for us, the Yushen clan. I'll give it to you when I get back.
Refining a pair of elixirs will ensure that the medicine will cure the disease."
Yue Ning kept her word, and seven days later she refined an elixir that could cure Meng Zihuan's old illness. After Meng Zihuan took it, the old illness was gone, and even his spiritual power improved a bit.
Under Yue Ning's careful care, Meng Zihuan's injury has healed, and he lives happily here. He practices swordsmanship, plays chess, or makes tea with Yue Ning every day, looking like he is peaceful as time goes by.
appearance.
However, suddenly one day, Meng Zihuan became taciturn. He sat by the stream in the valley for the whole day, looking depressed.
His figure was stained with loneliness in the afterglow of the setting sun, shrouded in endless loneliness, and stained with the sorrow of years.
Yue Ning walked forward slowly and stood beside him: "Zihuan, why do you seem unhappy? Are you worried about something?"
Meng Zihuan turned around and looked at her, trying hard to put on a smile on his face, "Sister Yue Ning, I'm fine."
"You obviously look bad, how can you be fine? Tell me what happened." Yue Ning sat down next to him.
Meng Zihuan's fair face showed a trace of tangle and pain, he shook his head: "Sister Yue Ning, you have helped me a lot, I can't let you worry about me anymore. Thank you for taking care of me during this time, and also
Thank you for your careful teaching, I am leaving."
With that said, he stood up and patted the dust on his robe.
Yue Ning also stood up in a hurry: "Where are you going alone? Where can you go?"