The female disciple was seriously injured and eventually died.

Yang Dong gently put down the female disciple and looked at Fan Qinghui's corpse, he didn't know what it was like, if it wasn't for Concubine Xuan, he would definitely kill Fan Qinghui, but now that Fan Qinghui is really dead, what should Concubine Xuan do?

At this moment, a large number of troops arrived and surrounded the western military camp, and a middle-aged man about thirty years old rushed in with soldiers and saw Yang Dong at a glance.

"Who are you?" The middle-aged man saw that Yang Dong was the only one left in the entire military camp, and immediately shouted and asked.

"Yang Dong." Yang Dong replied quietly.

The two words came out, and the surrounding Tang soldiers, including the middle-aged man, retreated in fright, and the middle-aged man swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and said boldly: "You are Yang Dong, that is, you killed my third brother?" Kill me Li Valve so many soldiers today, and kill the head of Fan Qinghui? ”

It turned out that this middle-aged man was Li Yuan's eldest son, Li Jiancheng.

"I killed your third brother, and I didn't kill the others."

Li Jiancheng sneered: "Do you think I will believe you if you say it?" ”

Yang Dong glanced at Li Jiancheng disdainfully, "Do you think I will care if you believe it or not?" If you want revenge, you don't have to die if you don't want to die. ”

Yang Dong walked towards Li Jiancheng with his sword, Li Jiancheng's face turned pale with fright, and he didn't dare to give the order to attack, but instinctively retreated to the side.

Li Jiancheng was like this, and the other soldiers and generals were even more unbearable, seeing Yang Dong coming, they hurriedly got out of the way, and Yang Dong vacated a big road in front of him.

At this moment, two women appeared at the gate of the Western Military Camp, and Zuo Xuan walked in with Concubine Xuan.

"Concubine Xuan, why are you here?" Yang Dong asked.

"When we heard about the attack on the Western Military Camp, we rushed over." Zuo Xuan replied on behalf of the concubine.

Concubine Shi said urgently: "Brother Yang, is there anything wrong with Miss Shi?" "If Shi Qingxuan died, Concubine Xuan really didn't know how to face Yang Dong.

"Qing Xuan is fine, but your master ......" Yang Dong didn't continue.

Concubine Xuan heard that Shi Qingxuan was fine. breathed a sigh of relief, but immediately stared at Yang Dong: "Master, what's wrong with her?" ”

Unable to care about anything else, Concubine Shi Xuan took off Zuo Xuan's hand and hurriedly rushed into the barracks, and Zuo Xuan also ran in.

In addition to Fan Qinghui, more than forty Cihang Jingzhai disciples who came down the mountain to help Li Tang this time. All died in the barracks, Concubine Xuan looked at the corpses of her sisters all over the ground, she couldn't believe her eyes at all, Zuo Xuan hugged Fan Qinghui's corpse and cried.

Concubine Xuan stared at the dead Fan Qinghui motionlessly, suddenly closed her eyes and fainted on the ground.

"Senior sister, senior sister......" Zuo Xuan was in pain, and when he saw the senior concubine fainting, he was even more dispossessed. Yang Dong hurriedly came over to help Shi Fei Xuan, hugged Shi Fei Xuan's body, pulled Zuo Xuan with his other hand, and flew out.

"This devil, martial arts are too terrifying."

Li Jiancheng and the surrounding Tang army soldiers, where have they seen such top-level light skills, and they were speechless.

……

"Master...... Master...... Don't die ......"

In the inn, Concubine Xuan was lying on the bed. There was no trace of blood on his face, and he kept talking nonsense. Yang Dong looked at the pain in his heart.

"Yang Shaoxia. Senior sister's pulse is getting weaker and weaker, what should I do? Zuo Xuan touched the neck of the concubine and said to Yang Dong anxiously.

Yang Dong lowered his head and didn't speak, he had already diagnosed Shi Fei Xuan, who was too stimulated when she saw Fan Qinghui die. The trauma to the brain has been completely detonated.

And in this regard, even if Yang Dong has the dual medical skills of Ping Yizhi and Mercy Flower Treasure Book, he doesn't know what to do. He knew that Shi Feixuan could not be cured by medicine at all.

"Why don't we take my sister to see the doctor." Zuo Xuan said.

"I can't cure it, and I believe that those doctors in Chang'an City can't cure it either."

"What then? Do we want to watch our senior sister die? ”

"No way. I will never let my concubine die. Yang Dong said solemnly, clenching his fists, "Perhaps, there is only one person who can save Concubine Xuan now." ”

Zuo Xuan hurriedly asked, "Who?" ”

"Qing Xuan."

Shi Qingxuan doesn't know how to heal, but her flute sound can calm the demonic nature, and she can cure her soul and body separation before, but now she has the fairy demon flute and the fairy sound skill, which should definitely help the injury to the brain of the concubine.

"However, Miss Qingxuan is nowhere to be found, where can we find her?" Zuo Xuan looked at Concubine Xuan's increasingly weak body, almost despairing.

At this moment, a melodious flute sounded, like the evening breeze on a summer night, blowing through the streets and alleys, making the impetuous city quiet.

"Qing Xuan?"

When Yang Dong heard the sound of the flute, he was immediately shocked and chased out, only to see a woman in white standing on the balcony of the teahouse opposite.

"Qing Xuan." Yang Dong shouted, and the woman in white opposite was Shi Qingxuan.

"Brother Yang, I finally found you, how is Miss Shi? I'm sorry, my father has fallen into the devil, I can't stop it when I kill the Lord of Fanzhai, Brother Yang, is the teacher by your side? I want to apologize to her. Shi Qingxuan shouted to Yang Dong on the opposite balcony, his face full of guilt.

"Don't apologize yet, you come over to save Concubine Xuan." Yang Dong said urgently.

"Miss Shi has an accident? …… But, how did I get here? Shi Qingxuan looked at the space separated from Yang Dong, and was about to run down the teahouse, Yang Dong had already flown over, picked up Shi Qingxuan and flew back to the inn.

Shi Qingxuan listened to Yang Dong's story, and she didn't know if her flute sound could save her concubine, so she began to play.

After a while, Zuo Xuan felt that the pulse of the concubine had stopped weakening, and there were signs of Fusu, and he couldn't help but be overjoyed: "Yang Shaoxia, it seems to have an effect." ”

Yang Dong carefully checked the pulse of the concubine, and the pulse of the concubine was indeed recovering, but Yang Dong noticed that the damage to the brain of the concubine had not been reduced, what was going on?

"Yes." Yang Dong nodded, not wanting Zuo Xuan and Shi Qingxuan to worry, at least now Concubine Xuan is developing in a good direction.

Shi Qingxuan's flute sound did not weaken Yang Dong's boredom at all, Yang Dong went downstairs, downstairs was the canteen of this inn, Yang Dong sat by the window, thinking carefully about what else could be done to treat the concubine.

Shi Qingxuan's flute sound can only be eased at most, and if the brain trauma is not resolved, the concubine will not really get better.

"Stinky beggar, go and beg elsewhere."

At this time, Xiao Er, who greeted customers at the door, suddenly had an argument with a person who was going to enter the store, and the person who was going to enter the store was dirty, where could Xiao Er let him enter the store, and he was busy rushing out.

"See clearly, I'm a monk, not a beggar, and I'm not here to make a fortune, I heard the sound of the flute coming from this inn is good, so come in and listen to it, and don't eat a bun from you, what are you anxious about." The person who came into the store was not happy.

"How can any monk call himself mine, what kind of flute sound do you hear, do you understand, go, don't go, I'll sue the yamen." The guy threatened.

Yang Dong glanced sideways, and his brows suddenly wrinkled, the person who entered the store was none other than the one he saw last time at the Yuelai Inn, it seemed that he came down from Kunlun Immortal Pond, and he sold the Immortal Demon Flute to himself. (To be continued.) )