Four hundred and twentieth chapters grass guardian angel
"Oh? Master, please give me some advice!" Hearing this, Dongfang Yao'er's eyes couldn't help but shine, and a look of excitement appeared on her pretty face.
Someone can actually figure out the problem that she hasn't been able to figure out for more than ten years?
With her temperament, not only would she not feel embarrassed, but she would actually want to ask that person for advice immediately.
Because in her heart, fame and fortune have never been the most important thing, and medical knowledge is what she cares about most.
But Uncle Fu and the others on the side were stunned.
Although Master Sandeng suddenly came and gave some advice, they were all very happy. If they could solve the mystery in Miss Yao'er's heart, then she would not run away without any trouble in the future, which was a good thing.
But Master Sandeng's appearance at this time always makes these old Jianghu people feel butterflies in their stomachs.
"I wonder if Hall Master Dongfang heard that the Yang family in Sijun Mountain claimed to be re-rising when he was in Miss Shi's town?" Master Sandeng made a slight detour and smiled softly.
"I have indeed heard that these two things are related?" Dongfang Yao'er became more and more excited. First of all, Master Sandeng was highly respected, so if he said that someone could solve this mystery, it must be true.
Furthermore, she had indeed heard such rumors when she was in Miss Shi's town.
Obviously, if someone could not solve this mystery, the Yang family would probably not be so happy.
It's so good that it's so real. The problem that has been bothering her for more than ten years can finally be solved.
"Exactly, if the young monk guessed correctly, it should be the master of the Zhengqi Pavilion who has solved the mystery! Well, the young monk is going back to worship the Buddha. See you later, Master Dongfang!" Master Sandeng said, clasping his hands.
Shiyi bowed and walked away slowly.
"It turns out it's him, it's possible, it's indeed possible... This is really great... No, I have to go visit him immediately!" Dongfang Yao'er was very excited when she was left there.
After Master Sandeng said this, she understood that it was the mortal cultivator who should have solved the mystery. Otherwise, how could the Yang family in Sijun Mountain release the words to revitalize the family?
Furthermore, it is possible for that ordinary practitioner with superb medical skills to solve this mystery.
If that's the case, then she must pay a visit.
She had longed for something for more than ten years, and now the answer was right in front of her. Wouldn't she want to uncover its mystery right away?
"Miss Yao'er, not to mention whether what Master Sandeng said is true, just because he came over to talk about this at this time, it seems to be trying to set you against Yunwu Pavilion!" On the other hand, Uncle Fu, who was on the side, was two-faced.
With a glare, he said, Master Sandeng appeared at this time, which made him feel uncomfortable.
Sure enough, this old monk seemed to be here to give Miss Yao'er some trouble, but in fact he was here to stir up trouble.
He knew that Miss Yao'er was very good at this matter, but he still insisted on telling Feng Tian that he could solve the mystery at this time, and that was to ask Miss Yao'er to help the mortal cultivator deal with Shi Taihan and the others.
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Uncle Fu doesn't want Miss Yaoer to do this. After all, this matter has nothing to do with Baicao Hall!
Although the strength of Baicaotang is far superior to Yunwu Pavilion and Feilong Pavilion, if you want to stand up to these two, you still have to pay a price.
Baicaotang's main purpose is to hang pots to help people, and they have not offended the people who came to visit, so why should they forcefully get involved and go to all the trouble.
"Yes, I have heard for a long time that Master Sandeng has a good relationship with that Fengtian. It is said that the reason why Fengtian can come to Buzhou Mountain to travel and practice without going through the forty-nine tribulations is because Master Sandeng gave him a backdoor.
Here!" Probably because he was afraid that he could not convince Dongfang Yao'er, Uncle Fu winked at the person on the side, and the person immediately came up and spoke vividly.
"What you said makes sense...but I still have to pay him a visit!" Dongfang Yaoer thought for a while, and indeed, Master Sandeng came over to give her some advice at this time, obviously he had a plan.
But this matter meant so much to her that she had to go!
And since that mortal cultivator could solve the mystery of Sijun Mountain, she didn't want him to die at the hands of Shi Taihan and the others.
If he died, wouldn't she have to continue to be confused?
Besides, although Master Sandeng did this to gain strength, it was also out of compassion. He didn't want such an outstanding doctor to die at the hands of evil people.
If a monk doesn't want to increase the number of killings, then it's up to her to resist this matter.
"Miss Yao'er..." Seeing this, Uncle Fu was about to cry. The eldest lady's temper was rising, and no one could stop it. So after calming down, he couldn't help but yell to the people around him, "Send it now."
The Hall Master ordered the Twelve Immortals of Baicao to come over quickly!"
"Yes!" A man took the order and galloped away on a white deer.
The Twelve Immortals of Baicao are the twelve masters trained by the old hall master for Miss Yaoer. Now that the war is imminent, they must be mobilized.
Although Miss Yao'er is also very good at fighting, she is so beautiful, what if she gets injured?
Let's talk about Fengtian and the others, they have already boarded the Dragon-Lion Flying Car and roared towards Julong City.
Two dragons and lions pulled a large flying car through the mountains.
"Did you get rid of them?" There were only Yang Tianji, Yang Yixue and Feng Tian in the car. Yang Yixiu, Tie Xin and the others, riding fierce lion beasts, surrounded the speeding car.
If Fengtian hadn't been seriously injured and couldn't wake up, they wouldn't have used flying cars and would have just rode fairy beast mounts. This way, they would be much more flexible whether they were running around or acting separately.
But there is no way, he is injured and cannot be allowed to bump around again.
Although he followed Fengtian's instructions, he quickly entered Julong City to prevent people from Yunwu Pavilion and Feilong Pavilion from surrounding him.
But Yang Tianji was not stupid. He knew that if he entered the city at this time, he would be intercepted and killed, so they chose to take a detour.
Even so, they were still targeted.
"No, although our lions and beasts are faster than their flying cranes and evil tigers, but..." Yang Yixiu replied, although Sijunshan is poor, there are still some good things. After all, it was once rich.
Therefore, the immortal beast mounts of the Yang family are better than those of Yunwu Pavilion and Feilong Pavilion.
But Yang Yixiu hesitated to speak, and the meaning was very clear. They were running wildly with the speeding car, and even if their mounts were better than others, they still couldn't outrun them.
"You guys take the Feng Pavilion Master and leave first, I'll come to the rear!" Yang Tianji gritted his teeth and said, Feng Tian is the Yang family's savior, so the Yang family must not abandon him at this time, and must send him safely.
Julong City.
For this, even if he had to sacrifice his life, Yang Tianji wouldn't think it was a big deal.
"Dad!" Yang Yixue and Yang Yixiu both shouted one after another.
It's not that they think what Yang Tianji did is wrong, but that they can't bear to let their old father stay alone.
"Can't you two just listen to me?" Yang Tianji yelled before the two of them could say anything.
"What are you arguing about? It's like someone can escape!" Just when the Yang family was arguing, a cold voice came, making Yang Tianji and the others break into a cold sweat.
Then they saw a fat old man suddenly appear in front of everyone. Yang Yixue and the others were frightened and stopped in a hurry, with their hearts in their throats. (To be continued)