Liangchen brought Yin Fan'er to the Spring Breeze Hall in the south. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

His Lingyun Hall was very close to the Imperial Palace, and it was inevitable that Ye Ke would not know that Yin Fan'er had gone to the Immortal Court and caused trouble. And Mo Ziyang is also a woman, so it should be much easier to take care of than him.

"Tut-tut, I'm distressed when I hear what you say?" After listening to Liangchen's story, Mo Ziyang shook his head and sighed. She couldn't bear to look at it with a wounded appearance, "That little fox is really good at it." ”

Liangchen shook his head, covered Yin Fan'er on the couch, and said, "She didn't kill her, the sword eventually deviated from the heart, otherwise, Fan'er would have died a long time ago." He glanced at Yin Fan'er again, stood up and walked to the outer hall, and said to Mo Ziyang, who came out: "Yin Fan'er's injuries ......."

"Okay, okay, isn't the most important thing about you coming to me because I can save her? Don't say it, I know everything. Mo Ziyang interrupted him before Liangchen could finish speaking, and waved his hand in disgust.

No one in the fairy world knows that the Vermilion Bird Immortal Mozi Central Medical Skill is unparalleled in the world, and the immortal doctors in the fairy world are ten streets, but ordinary people can't wait for her to make a move.

"If you will save her, I will be relieved. I passed through Tushan on the way to Kunlun Mountain this time, and I was delayed a lot of time by this accident, so I have to go again, you take care of her. Liangchen looked at Mo Ziyang gratefully and said.

"Yeke sent you?" Mo Ziyang said in surprise. When she asked out loud, she felt that this question was a little funny, when Liangchen was the kind of existence that ran errands for people, it would not be what Yeke requested.

"If you think it's strange, let's just go and see." Liangchen denied.

After not staying long, Liangchen left. Mo Ziyang first gave the persimmon to the maid of the Spring Breeze Hall to take care of it, and then walked in front of Yin Fan'er and tried her pulse.

"Hell-bent on death?" Mo Ziyang stared at the people on the couch and muttered to himself. Yin Fan'er's will to survive is extremely weak, and she has a bit of a sense of thinking about it. "It's a pity that you met me, and I can't fulfill your wish." Mo Ziyang said helplessly.

It is almost impossible for ordinary people to ask her to diagnose her once, let alone expect her to save people's lives. But this Yin Fan'er is unusual, even if she begs her personally, it is impossible for Mo Ziyang not to save her.

"Ben Shangxian doesn't agree with your death." Mo Ziyang smiled and called "Someone is coming".

"What do you command?" A few fairy maids came in at the door and asked.

"Go, clean up the Ruoxu Cliff Cave, and I'll take this girl to the hot spring to heal. Remember to sprinkle the spring with pure grass, and then pour in half a pot of potpourri pulp. Mo Ziyang instructed the fairy maid carefully.

"Yes." The fairy maid retreated.

Mo Ziyang looked at the wonderful person on the couch with his eyes closed, sighed slightly after a long time, and also withdrew.

When Yin Fan'er opened her eyes, she was already in the hot spring.

She was a little confused and picked up a puddle of water in her hand, and then dispersed, wanting to turn her head and look around, but she didn't want to shout out with a "hiss", and her body felt the pain of cracking her muscles and bones as soon as she moved.

"Don't move." Mo Ziyang drank on the stone table behind her, and kindly warned Yin Fan'er who was trying to move. "Your injuries touched all the internal organs, and the meridians were almost damaged, and if you move again, I won't be able to protect you."

Yin Fan'er really didn't move anymore, nor did she turn her head to look at her, but said, "Why save me?" Mo Ziyang's voice is gentle and naughty, and you can tell it when you hear it.

"Liangchen came to my Spring Breeze Hall with you and begged me to save you, I didn't want to save his face." Mo Ziyang took a sip of wine and said jokingly.

Yin Fan'er thought about it carefully, and the figure of Liangchen protecting her did appear in her mind, and she struggled again, trying to get out of this hot spring.

"What are you doing?" Mo Ziyang was startled and hurriedly stepped forward to hold her.

"I don't need him to save me, and I don't need him to pity me, thank me for the kindness of the Qinglong Immortal." Yin Fan'er said stubbornly, but still didn't stop getting up.

"That's it, it's me who has to go to such great lengths to save you, don't move, I'm afraid I'll really lose my life if I move again." Seeing that Yin Fan'er didn't stop at all, Mo Ziyang simply entered the hot spring together, held her down completely, shrugged her shoulders, and said, "I didn't want to rob the aura of this hot spring with the injured, but you are so restless, so I will soak it with you, anyway, this potpourri syrup not only has the effect of healing wounds, but also has the benefit of moisturizing and coagulation." ”

Yin Fan'er gradually quieted down, she looked at Mo Ziyang, slowly lowered her head, and said, "You shouldn't have saved me." ”

"Should I have my own measure, but you, bent on death, if you don't meet me, I'm afraid it will be more than lucky." Mo Ziyang's voice rose as she spoke, as if she was faintly angry. But then she adjusted her mood, turned around, propped her hands on the shore, and said: "No matter what, death is the cheapest way to kill yourself, and I can't see people so cheap themselves." After that, he stretched out his hand, sucked the wine jug on the table and took it into his hand, raised his head and took a sip, handed it to Yin Fan'er sideways, and said, "Come on." ”

Yin Fan'er unexpectedly didn't refuse, she took it, raised her head and drank a few sips, wiped the wine flowing from the corner of her mouth, and said, "Now like this, drink such good wine." It's a terrible thing. ”

"This is my own peach blossom brew, which has been buried in the soil for about a hundred years. This is my best skill, and in all seriousness, my medical skills are much worse than it. Mo Ziyang said proudly.

Yin Fan'er lowered her head and smiled without speaking, she could feel the aura of this hot spring healing her wounds.

"The most important thing for you to survive this time is because the little fox didn't kill you, and left half a mercy on you. Otherwise, if this sword is inserted into your heart, even if I soak you for ten or eight years, it will be useless. Mo Ziyang looked sideways at Yin Fan'er and said softly.

"There's another reason." Yin Fan'er closed her eyes and tilted her head back, as if thinking of the situation that night, her expression was a little serious.

"Huh?" Mo Ziyang was puzzled.

"The immortal gave me immortal qi and protected my heart." Yin Fan'er closed her eyes and said.

was suddenly broken, Mo Ziyang was still a little surprised, and then smiled as if admitting.

"Don't laugh yet, I'm a demon, and the demon qi in my body is clash with your immortal qi, and now the two breaths are rushing against each other in my body, as if my internal organs are about to explode." Obviously saying that she was uncomfortable, Yin Fan'er still didn't change her face and was very calm. It was Mo Ziyang, who was shocked when he asked:

"Yikes! Just thinking about saving your life, I forgot that the aura of the fairy and demon is in the opposite direction and cannot be blended! ”

"It's better not to save me, give me a good time, now like this, I have to think that you are torturing me for Lingran." At this time, Yin Fan'er still laughed, but the smile was slightly bitter and not very pleasant.

Mo Ziyang just wanted to comfort him, but he was said one step ahead:

"I'll force out the conflicting breath in your body for you."