Wan Yanhong gradually couldn't understand what Yuan Ziying meant, but it was obvious that she was speaking for the so-called "young divine doctor", and the young man seemed to really have an extraordinary background. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Thinking of this, Wan Yan Hong couldn't help but ask, "You just said that you and the human race surnamed Yan almost died on the mountain road outside Ziyang City, what's going on?"

Yuan Ziying briefly told Wan Yan Hong about meeting the yellow-robed marquis on the mountain road, and then told Wan Yan Hong about the three of them being cured by Gong Dichen by the "Tao Yao Mosquito Yin Gu".

After listening to Yuan Ziying's narration, Wan Yan Hongjian became interested in Nangong Yi, not only did he mention his interest, but he suddenly became extremely curious and surprised.

I saw his expression and smiled: "In that case, why don't you hurry up and invite that palace young man into the Dragon Palace!"

Yuan Ziying nodded and said, "Yes!" Just about to turn around, he hesitated again: "That palace young man was saved by Yan Yunxiao, if the Holy Lord sends Yan Yunxiao into the star beast world at this time, I am afraid that ......"

She didn't say the rest of the words, but Wan Yan Hong gradually understood what she meant. After thinking slightly, he said, "Since this is the case, you can let Yan Yunxiao and that palace young man come to the Dragon Palace together." If this Gong Shaoxia is really as you said, he can cure Qing'er's strange illness, and I will not pursue Yan Yunxiao's matter anymore. Otherwise......" He looked coldly out of the store, and said no more.

Of course, Yuan Ziying also understood what Yan Hongjian meant, there were already eighty-eight divine doctors in the Imperial Capital of the Beast Clan, and now those eighty-eight divine doctors had already become vain ghosts in the beast mountain. If Gong Dichen couldn't heal the county lord of Wanyan, his fate would naturally be like the eighty-eight divine doctors, who were sent to the Beast Mountain.

As soon as Yuan Ziying exited the Imperial Dragon Palace, Nangong Yi couldn't help but take a step forward and asked, "Sister Yuan, Sister Yuan, how is it?

Yuan Ziying said tepidly, joylessly, and angrily: "The Holy Lord invites Gong Shaoxia and Yan Gongzi to go in." After speaking, he looked at Nangong Yi and said: "Little brother Dichen, this time it all depends on you, otherwise, not only will you be sent to the Beast Mountain, but I am afraid that Yan Gongzi will also be unable to escape heavy punishment!"

When Yan Yunxiao heard this, he felt a buzz in his mind, it seemed that what he expected was good, the Beast Seal Law King was indeed not the master of a clan that was easy to explain.

But Nangong Yi didn't seem to care about Yuan Ziying's words, pulled Nalan Wuyuan with his right hand, and tugged Yan Yunxiao's sleeve with his left hand and said, "Brother Yan, what are you still doing in a daze, let's go in!"

Yan Yunxiao suddenly came to his senses, nodded and strode towards the steps. Nangong Yi did not show weakness, took a step and straightened his chest and walked in parallel with Yan Yunxiao.

After seeing the architectural decorations in the Imperial Palace Holy Gate and the Imperial Dragon Palace, Nangong Yi was no longer surprised by the luxurious, solemn, stunning and noble furnishings of the Beast Clan's Holy Palace. The Dragon Palace they came to now was undoubtedly the palace that was magnificent, majestic, and stunning among all the buildings of the beast clan.

But Nangong Yi moved his gaze to the old man in the silver-white dragon Tengyun robe sitting in front of the sickbed. This old man has a ruddy complexion, eyes are shining, and there is a domineering attitude between his eyebrows, and the most eye-catching thing is the long beard under his chin, which has the taste of fairy wind bones. This person doesn't ask, he knows that it must be the Holy Lord of the Beast Clan.

Without waiting for Nangong Yi to step forward, Wan Yan Hong gradually got up with a smile and ushered in: "This little brother is a young man of the Terran Divine Doctor Palace?"

Nangong Yi didn't want to say that before he could speak, the Holy Lord of the Beast Clan actually deigned to ask first. At the moment, his cheeks turned red and said: "It's just Gong Dichen, the young man doesn't dare to be it, as for the miracle doctor, it's someone else who puts gold on his face!"

He originally had a childish accent, but he was about to lower his voice and relax his throat, pretending to be old and serious. Speaking like a celebrity in China, he is not only modest, but also looks admitted. If it weren't for the fact that he was just a child, that would seem like a proper word. But at the moment, it seems that there are some Handan toddlers who are nondescript.

Chapter 406 Six Yin Absolute Pulses

Wan Yan Hong gradually laughed: "Gong Shaoxia is a hero, why should he be humble? He paused slightly, glanced at the two doctors next to him, and said: "Although there are countless famous doctors and miracle doctors in Shenzhou, how many people can really be called divine doctors?

Although his words seemed to praise Nangong Yi for satirizing the two doctors beside him. But there was no trace of praise in his eyes, but a little doubt and disdain.

Of course, Nangong Yi could hear what he meant, and for a while, he felt a little fluttering. Just imagine, to be so praised by the Holy Lord of a clan, looking at Shenzhou, I am afraid that there are few people.

But Nangong Yi naturally knew when to be modest, so he pretended to be old-fashioned, waved his hand and said: "The Holy Lord has praised it falsely, and Dichen only knows a little bit about witchcraft medicine, and it is not a peerless skill!"

Wan Yan Hong gradually said with an unjust face: "If even Gong Shaoxia's ability can only be said to know some fur, then those witch Gu doctors above Shenzhou are afraid that even the flying ash on the fur will be difficult to describe themselves!"

Speaking of this, his dark color suddenly became extremely sad: "Gong Shaoxia must have known the purpose of the widow's search for the divine doctors of various races, right?"

Nangong Yi nodded and said, "Sister Yuan...... No, Yuan Zhangqi Envoy had already told me about the strange illness of the county lord of Yan. ”

Wan Yanhong nodded slowly and said, "The little girl Qing'er suddenly had a strange disease two years ago, the blood veins in her whole body were bulging, her body was cold, and the blood seemed to flow very slowly, and even the skin on her arms turned blue. Every day, I can only lie on the sickbed, my eyes cannot see, my mouth cannot speak, let alone walk on the ground.

Ever since the little girl had this strange disease, I have ordered people to look for famous doctors everywhere, but I don't know how many famous doctors and miracle doctors I have found, but no one has been able to cure this strange disease. Not only that, but the more time passes, the more the little girl's condition seems to get worse.

At the beginning, she could still open her eyes to see the widow every few days, but in the past year, the little girl has almost never opened her eyes. Seeing her lying on the sickbed with a haggard and sick face, I, as a father, am really sad in my heart!"

After Nangong Yi listened to Yan Hongji's narration, his mind suddenly flashed with the strange diseases similar to the strange diseases suffered by countless county lords. After a while, there were some eyebrows in my heart.

He said with a solemn face: "What the Holy Lord said is that the county lord has already suffered from this disease three years ago?"

Wan Yan Hong nodded and said, "Yes, just three years ago, for some reason, the little girl suddenly said that she was dizzy and cold all over, and then she was unconscious." When she woke up, all the symptoms she had described were there. At that time, the widow had channeled his true qi into her body, and her symptoms seemed to have eased at first. But then it didn't make much difference. In desperation, I ordered someone to look for a famous doctor among the five clans in Shenzhou, and wanted to cure the strange disease for the little girl!"

Nangong Yi's eyes rolled and he thought for a while, "In that case, does the Holy Lord know what kind of medicines those doctors prescribed for the county lord?"

Wan Yan Hong gradually heard Nangong Yi ask about this matter, and seemed to touch his hidden pain again, and said with a dark annoyance: "Most of those stupid quacks say that the little girl is weak and bloody, and her organs are weak, and most of the prescriptions prescribed are tonic medicines that nourish the internal organs and fill the blood. ”

Nangong Yi nodded, thought about it again, and said with a solemn face: "Holy Lord, at this moment, is it convenient for me to take a look at the complexion and pulse of His Royal Highness the County Lord?"

Wan Yan Hong gradually got up and said: "Of course this is okay, as long as Gong Shaoxia can cure the strange disease for the little girl, what requirements do you have, the widow can agree to you without any doubt!"

As he spoke, he turned to the front of the sickbed, gently lifted the unconscious county lord up, and leaned his back on a stack of brocade cotton pillows at the head of the bed.

Nangong Yi strode forward, arrived at the county lord's sickbed, leaned over slightly, and carefully checked the county lord's complexion with a faint light in his eyes.

I saw that the county lord's eyes were closed, and the bags under his eyes had turned into a purple-black halo, and the originally pretty pink cheeks were covered by a faint purple-blue blood stain at this time, and the appearance was indescribably terrifying.

After Nangong Yi carefully probed these, he reached out and grabbed the county lord's left arm. Wan Yan Hong, who was on the side, gradually saw this situation, and his face changed suddenly, as if he was extremely dissatisfied with Nangong Yi touching the dignity of the county lord*.

Nangong Yi saw Wan Yan Hong's stunned face with one side of his eyes, and then turned his face to look at his slightly black right hand, and immediately understood the reason why Wan Yan Hong was gradually displeased.

His hands are indeed not very clean, and in the past two years with the Nanshan Spirit Ape, he always has to go out to the bottom of various peaks and valleys to collect herbs to find spirit insects, so as to wash his body and suppress the reproduction and recovery of the "ghost chrysalis nine-star cockroach".

In the past two years, his small hands have long ceased to be as white and lubricated as they were when they had just been sent to the Valley of the Immortals. In addition, he always deals with herbs, mud, mountains and rocks, and his hands are always covered with dirt and filth. After soaking in the potion, the skin of the double watch layer turned brownish-gray, neither sightly nor clean.

Yes, Wan Yanhong gradually saw him suddenly grab one of the county lord's jade arms, although he knew that he was checking the county lord's condition, but he couldn't help but change his face.

Nangong Yi figured out this, and suddenly smiled awkwardly at Wan Yan Hong: "Where you offend the county lord, I hope the holy lord will not blame!"

Wan Yanhong gradually smiled bitterly, and waved his hand again and again: "Although Gong Shaoxia can rest assured, the widow will never blame Gong Shaoxia at all, not only not to blame, but also grateful!"

Of course, Nangong Yi understood why Yan Hongjian said such things, as the Holy Lord of a clan, he was originally the Ninth Five-Year Honor, but he was willing to surrender to him but was submissive. The reason for this is, of course, because Wan Yan Hong gradually asked him, hoping that he could cure the county lord's strange illness.

But if Nangong Yi could not heal the strange disease suffered by the county lord, Wan Yan Hongjian would not only be angry on the spot, but would also send Nangong Yi to the Beast Mountain to feed the fierce beasts without hesitation.

It's just that Nangong Yi doesn't seem to be afraid of being sent to the Beast Mountain by Wan Yan Hong at all, so his expression is still calm at this time, and he is much calmer than when he first arrived at the Dragon Palace.

He lifted the county lord's left arm and pulled the purple dress she was wearing up slightly by half a foot. At this time, he saw that the blood veins on the county lord's arms were bulging one by one, appearing in front of his eyes.

The bloodline was not a crimson color, but a purple-blue color like the county lord's face. Not only that, when Nangong Yi had just touched the county lord's arm, a trace of bone-eroding cold suddenly hit Nangong Yi's right arm.

The county lord's arm was as thin as wood, like a tree root dug out of the ground, and it was covered with several roots that stretched vertically and horizontally. The only difference is that the county lord's arm is more terrifying than the roots dug out of the ground.

Yan Yunxiao and Yuan Ziying were both standing in the main hall less than three zhang away from Nangong Yi, and when they saw the county lord's face, they were already shocked in their hearts at the same time. When they saw the county lord's thin, weird and terrifying arm again, the expressions of the two of them were invariably covered with a touch of astonishment and whiteness.

But they didn't make the slightest sound, their breathing was still calm, and their hearts didn't beat faster. Because here, they all know that their every move can't escape Yan Hongji's ears and eyes at all.

Nangong Yi looked at this for a long time, and finally slowly put the county lord's left arm into the futon. His brows furrowed slightly, and his eyes looked at the amethyst floor under his feet.

Wan Yanhong on the side gradually saw that Nangong Yi was stunned after checking the county lord's condition, and his heart suddenly cooled, and he thought: "This little ghost seems to be afraid that there is no way to cure Qing'er's strange disease, and the Liuyun Banner envoy also said that he is a miracle doctor, according to the widow, this little ghost is probably also a swaggering impostor!"

Although he thought so, his expression did not show a trace of disrespect for Nangong Yi, but Nangong Yi was silent, which made him really a little anxious.

Finally, he couldn't help but ask in a low voice, "Gong Shaoxia, have you ever seen what kind of strange disease the little girl is suffering from?"

Hearing Yan Hong's tone in a low and hurried tone, Nangong Yi suddenly understood that he was urging himself to hurry up and take action to treat the county lord.

Nangong Yi raised his head and frowned: "The strange disease that the county lord suffers from, strictly speaking, is actually not a disease at all!"

As soon as these words came out, not only Yan Yunxiao and Yuan Ziying were shocked at the same time, but even Wan Yan Hongji, who was standing next to him, suddenly showed a stunned and puzzled expression. But one thing he seemed to be sure of was that Nangong Yi could say such a thing, and most of them already knew what the county lord's strange illness was?

This is like a person who has been frozen in the ice and snow for a long time, and suddenly sees a glimmer of morning light before dawn, although that glimmer of morning light can't warm his body at all, but his heart seems to be much warmer in an instant. Just because he knew that since the dawn had come, it would not be far from the scorching sun.

Wan Yan Hongjian was in this mood at the moment, only to see that his eyebrows were slightly happy, and he looked at Nangong Yi and asked, "What does Gong Shaoxia mean?"