After a long time, a gentle and low-pitched female voice came from inside, "Is this the girl in your arms?"
Although the door was not opened, the people inside seemed to have insight into everything outside.
"Exactly, uncle. This little girl is unconscious right now. I hope my uncle can save her."
Suddenly there was a "plop" sound, and Jiang Xiaoyan, who was beside Shui Minyin, knelt on the ground and kowtowed several times toward the inside of the small wooden house.
"Auntie Fairy, my sister hasn't woken up all night. She is the only relative I have now. Please save her..."
There was no movement or echo in the wooden house. After about a few minutes, the gentle voice sounded again.
"The cold air in this little girl's body is extremely cold. It probably won't be cured in three to five years. Senior nephew Min Yin, please leave this little girl with me. After I have thoroughly found out the cause of the disease, I will try again."
Find a way to resolve it.”
"Uncle Master is really amazing. He can see the symptoms of the little girl from across the house. To think of this is so annoying to Uncle Master."
When Shui Minyin came down from Lingyue Palace, the palace owner had already told her that Jiang Yun's cold energy could be cured in more than a year and a half, so she was already mentally prepared.
Moreover, her original intention was to put Jiang Yun here to heal his injuries. Based on Jiang Yun's current physical condition, it would be difficult for her to go to Thousand Feet Pond.
At this moment, the wooden door of the small wooden house was gently opened, and a slender woman in plain white clothes walked out with gentle steps.
The slender woman is naturally Wu Lingshuang, with a slender waist and snow-white hands folded on her chest. She wears a bamboo hat on her head, and the gauze on the bamboo hat flutters down, covering her face.
Through the tulle, you can vaguely see that her face is relatively thin and slender. Although her appearance cannot be clearly seen, her whole body reveals a good temperament.
Wu Lingshuang walked up to Shui Minyin, took Jiang Yun from Shui Minyin's hand, and held her in her arms.
Jiang Yun is currently ten years old and still has a relatively heavy body. When Wu Lingshuang took Jiang Yun over, she obviously felt some difficulty in her jade arms. It can also be seen that Wu Lingshuang has been studying medical skills all year round and is not very advanced in spiritual power and magic.
attainments.
She used strength in her hands, picked up Jiang Yun, turned around and walked towards the house.
Shui Minyin watched Wu Lingshuang lead Jiang Yun into the wooden house, then turned around and took Jiang Xiaoyan to fly away from Butterfly Pavilion on a cloud of mist. Only the sound from near to far was left behind.
"Master, can I stay here with my sister?"
"Of course not. You are now my disciple of Qianchitan, and you are also the glimmer of hope for the future of Qianchitan. You should go back to Qianchitan to practice spiritual power techniques."
"Master, can I come to visit my sister in the future?"
"Of course you can, but Thousand Feet Pond is still a long way from Butterfly Pavilion. If you walk here, it will take at least a day to go back and forth. So you need to practice your spiritual power as soon as possible and learn the art of controlling spirits. Then you will
Now I can control the spiritual creature to fly over myself."
After a slight pause, the voice continued: "However, Master Wu Lingshuang doesn't like outsiders to disturb Butterfly Pavilion frequently. She likes peace very much. You should try to come less often in the future."
"..."
The conversation became quieter and quieter, and gradually became inaudible.
Surrounded by mountains to the east, in the gorgeous Taoist temple on Tianzhu Peak of Tianqi Mountain, a tall man carrying a red flame ancient sword stood in the quaint main hall, facing a fat and short sixty-year-old Taoist priest sitting directly in front.
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The tall man is naturally the chief disciple of Tianqi Mountain, Yi Lang, who occupies Chiri Peak. The fat Taoist priest sitting in front of him is Yi Xingju, the master of Tianqi Mountain.
"Master, according to the inquiries reported by the disciples we sent, the boy should have escaped into the northern forest area and was rescued by the female disciples of Lingyue Palace."
Yi Xingju's round head remained motionless, his small eyes were half-opened, he breathed out a breath, and murmured: "Lingyue Palace? Now that Lingyue Palace has intervened, things are a little difficult to handle."
The tall man also had a look of anger on his face. He saluted Yi Xingju and said:
"In order to increase the strength of the sect in recent years, Lingyue Palace has recruited a large number of female disciples every three years. The boy was cast by Ma Yiren with the magic of changing his appearance. He looked like a fairy who descended from the nine heavens and was completely in line with the spirit.
Yue Gong’s conditions for recruiting disciples, it’s not surprising that he was recruited as a disciple by them.”
The muscles on Yi Xingju's fat face trembled slightly, and he was actually very uneasy in his heart.
This boy might be his last chance to obtain the power of immortality, and he would never let this opportunity slip away from his grasp.
Moreover, he is already in his forties. Year after year, although he is hailed as an immortal by outsiders, he cannot escape the day when he will grow old and die.
"Why? Why is the world so unfair? Why can the demons in the snowy lands of the West live forever, but my own way has to suffer the cycle of life and death?"
Yi Xingju shouted from the bottom of his heart. He was the No. 1 Holy Master of the Great Dao Sect in the world, but he could not break through the Great Dao of Heaven and Earth.
Yi Xingju stood up and paced back and forth in the hall again. His fat body made waves with every step he took, which seemed to be quite strenuous.
Suddenly, he stopped, his little eyes flashed, and he looked outside the palace, as if he could see the distance to the north thousands of miles away.
"It seems that my master must go out in person and go to Lingyue Palace in the northern forest."
His body seemed to be placed in the sea water thousands of feet deep. The cold and biting sea water was like a sharp blade constantly piercing his body. His whole body had become completely bruised.
The red light in the distance came overwhelmingly, and the heat wave was like the rolling air flow stirred up by the falling meteorite on the ground. It rushed over, burning the mountain village, burning up the river. There were also my relatives, father, mother, Xiaoyan...
…They were all swept away by the rolling heat wave.
Suddenly, a middle-aged man's figure appeared in the distance. He turned around slowly and saw clearly that it was Uncle Mayiren. He was smiling at himself, and he did not realize that the danger had quietly come.
The ground came from behind.
A red flame monster appeared in mid-air. It opened its huge mouth and spit out a huge fireball. The fireball fell from the sky, carrying a huge roar of wind, and hit Ma Yiren.
Ma Yiren's back was facing the huge fireball. He did not feel the huge danger approaching. He still smiled at Jiang Yun. In addition to being humorous, his smile was also amiable.
Jiang Yun was already terrified, because the fireball had already reached the top of Ma Yiren's head, and the scorching air waves lifted up Ma Yiren's hair and clothes. Jiang Yun wanted to shout, wanted to scream loudly to remind Ma Yiren and tell him to run.
, escape from the clutches of death!
But Jiang Yun opened his round mouth wide, and no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't scream. He was so anxious that tears rolled out and wet all his clothes.
"Uncle Ma!" Jiang Yun finally shouted. He suddenly opened his eyes and found that he was lying on a bed covered with pink silk quilts. Judging from the color of the pillow cover on the bed, it should be a girl sleeping.