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A horse-drawn carriage gallops by, and the understated and luxurious accessories show the difference in its owner.

Suddenly, the carriage was pulled abruptly as it was moving, and the horse stopped with a neigh.

"What's the matter?" A man's deep voice came from inside the car, which was tepid and made the driver nervous.

"Holy Lord, there is a man in the middle of the road." The coachman Liu Zheng hurriedly replied with a respectful expression.

"Dead?" The man's slender fingers lifted the curtain, looked into the snow in front of him, and saw a petite figure in the snow, which had been buried in the snow, only a small hand was exposed, and it was already bruised.

Mu Yunfeng thought thoughtfully, as a person of medical Taoism, he has been accustomed to life and death, and has practiced medicine for many years, so that his face in his early twenties has a pair of unwavering eyes. The handsome face and the high strands of hair are casually draped over the back of the shoulders like black ink, showing a little lazy.

"Tell someone to bury it!" He lowered the curtain and looked strange. In this place where there is no village in front and no store in the back, there is no one in a radius of 100 miles, and someone died here. And it looks like it should have been here before this blizzard came.

As soon as Mu Yunfeng's words fell, the hidden guard Han Lie instantly appeared in front of the carriage, he was nearly thirty years old, his resolute face covered half of his face with a scar, he first gave a salute to the curtain of the carriage, and then he was about to reach out to drag the 'dead man' in the snow.

Suddenly, the little blue-purple hand shook, and then the snowdrift shook, revealing a pale and immature face inside.

"Stinky boy, you ......"

Before she could finish speaking, the person immediately fainted again, but the little hand grabbed Han Lie's sleeve, making Han Lie stunned for a moment, and then looked at the car.

"Aren't you dead?" Mu Yunfeng was very surprised, he lifted the curtain again, the green robe moved with the wind, he had already come to Han Lie.

When he grasped the wrist of the little hand, it seemed that the villain had sensed it, and loosened the sleeve of the cold coat. Mu Yunfeng took advantage of the situation to hold her in his arms and flashed into the carriage.

"Let's go back!" Mu Yunfeng took the pulse, and his heart was suddenly shocked, he didn't expect that someone could stay in the blizzard all day, and still have breath, and it seemed that she had been seriously injured and her physique was really not good.

The cold flame disappeared again, blending with the snow, with the whip of Liu Zheng, the carriage drove quickly in one direction, the blizzard was even better, and soon covered up the imprint of the road, looking from afar, the white sky and the earth were connected together, as if isolated from the world.

Luoxia Peak - Xiaoyao Gate

A group of people was lining up outside the gate, and in the middle a man in a purple robe was pacing back and forth, holding a delicate teapot in his hand, and pouring a mouthful into his mouth from time to time.

He had a face like a crown of jade, eyes like stars, about twenty years old, his hair was scattered without any hair accessories, and he looked like a hanger. He is the master of Xiaoyaomen-Qin Zimo, who is staring anxiously at the mountain road at the moment, and the teapot is pouring more and more frequently, and he will see the bottom after a while.

A carriage finally appeared at the end of the mountain road, and with the neighing of the horses, it drove from far and near.

"Come, come, quick, give me the ferret cloak." Qin Zimo threw the teapot to the attendant, took the cloak, and strode over.

The carriage stopped steadily in front of the door owner, Liu Zheng jumped out of the carriage, lifted the curtain, and helped Mu Yunfeng down.

"Yo, go out for a trip, it's still delicate......" Qin Zimo looked at it funny, and before he finished speaking, he saw that the person who came was still holding one in his arms, and immediately changed his taste: "Why, I can't help but help the poor, which child is this, can get your eyes!" ”

Mu Yunfeng ignored him, took the cloak directly from Qin Zimo's hand, covered the villain, and then smelled a trace of the smell on the ferret, looked at him and frowned and said, "You're drinking again!" ”

"Where...... How can there be ......" Qin Zimo hurriedly closed his mouth, and quietly leaned to the right, covering the attendants behind him.

Mu Yunfeng shook his head helplessly, walked straight to the door, just took two steps and turned around and said, "A teapot, is it enough for you to drink?" ”

Qin Zimo couldn't help but nodded, the teapot was indeed too small, and he was just about to open his mouth to express his approval, but he suddenly reacted, and chased after him in a few steps, and explained anxiously: "No, how can it be small?" Oh, no, no, that, listen to me......"

The people covered their mouths and snickered, and followed Qin Zimo. If someone asks what their famous Xiaoyao Sect Master is most afraid of, it must be Mu Yunfeng, the Holy Hand Divine Doctor.

They are not brothers, but the two are indistinguishable from each other, Mu Yunfeng saved Qin Zimo's life, and Qin Zimo loves and hates him. Why hate, because Mu Yunfeng 'started', it was not ordinary ruthlessness, the last time he healed him, just because he didn't have a taboo, he drank a cup of daughter red, and it just made him hurt all night. Breaking his fingers and calculating, this time, it is estimated that the door owner will have to lie in bed for a month.

Mu Yunfeng hurried all the way, letting Qin Zimo grind beside him, and never replied. Directly hugged the villain back to the bamboo garden where he was, and locked the people who followed him outside with a 'clang'.

"It's terrible, it's unladylike to meet someone!" Qin Zimo muttered with an iron face, seeing that the people inside were starting to get busy, he had to walk out of the bamboo garden in a gray manner, while he hadn't healed yet, he had to hurry up and take a few more bites, the dead pig was not afraid of boiling water, so he simply couldn't hide this time.

Mu Yunfeng summoned the medicine boy Xingyun, then glanced at the villain on the bed, frowned, opened the pen and ink, prescribed a prescription for conditioning, and handed it to him. Her physical foundation is really poor, and she has been in the blizzard for too long, so she can only use mild medicine for the time being, and the future will be talked about when she wakes up and sees.