Chapter 444: Seven Colors of Ghost Grass
"Something must have happened to you, why didn't you tell me?"
In the enchantment of Shengjing Tianxuan Garden, the proprietress came to see Qin Yao again. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info
Seeing that her pulse was unstable, she gave her another finger snap pill, and after a while, she saw that Qin Yao's pulse was improving again, so she put her mind at ease.
However, seeing that the wind spirit was like being reborn, Yi Ren's whole heart was panicked.
"Nothing." The proprietress picked the corners of her mouth, first a little bitter, and then showed a knowing smile.
"How can you believe that it's okay for me to do this?" Yi Ren's anxious group turned.
"Maybe in the future, I'll want you to help me do something." The proprietress was silent and talked about something else.
"What's the matter, just say it." The boss's request, Yi Ren naturally responded.
Even if she wants her own life, Yi Ren is willing to give it immediately.
This life was originally intended to be repaid to her.
Seeing that the heat in Yi Ren's eyes was still the same, the proprietress was a little touched.
The corners of her eyes twitched unconsciously, and her eyes were a little moist: "There are some things that I can't explain to you yet, but sooner or later I will tell you why... Also, what exactly happened. ”
I had never heard of it, and the wind spirit actually spoke to himself in such a calm and soft voice, Yi Ren's limbs were numb, and he was a little disobedient.
"Whatever you're going to do, make sure you're safe."
Yi Ren knew that the wind spirit must have discovered something, and he was determined to do something.
What can make her so moved and changed is definitely a big thing. It may involve the national teacher, the Demon Venerable, or more interests to make her so touched.
But such a major event will inevitably be dangerous, and I don't know if she, who has always been reckless, will encounter danger, and still chooses moths to make up for the fire.
"Don't worry, I have it." The proprietress smiled: "How old am I..."
Listening to her words, Yi Ren's gaze looked down from the sideburns on the top of Feng Ling's head, looking at the obvious beauty tip on her smooth forehead, and seeing her smooth facial features and corners due to the years.
For a while, I was full of emotion.
At that time, she was twenty years old, in her prime, and she was glorious in Shengjing.
Now in a blink of an eye, so many years have passed, she is still her, and she is still herself.
Something seems to have changed, but something has never changed.
"Okay, just be careful." Yi Renmu was stunned for a long time, and finally said in a deep voice.
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"Master Yuan, boss lady, Young Master Lan is back."
The voice of the attendant came from outside the door, and the two looked at each other in surprise, Lan Feng came back so quickly!
Yi Ren, the owner of the garden, walked to the door, waved his sleeves, and opened the door.
Still Shu walked in immediately, and reached out and took out the handful of seven-colored ghost grass from his arms.
Yi Ren took the ghost grass from his hand, and still ran to the little devil's bedside, stretching out his dusty hand to probe her pulse.
"Don't be anxious, her pulse has been stabilized by the snap of her fingers." Yi Ren said behind him.
"How? Is this ghost grass the seven-colored ghost grass mentioned in ancient books? The proprietress stepped up to inquire.
"That's right."
"We won't delay, let's take care of her now."
Yi Ren was extremely calm, and with this resolute face, he could see the peerless demeanor of the lord of the first garden.
"I'll do my best, but... As I said, this seven-colored ghost herb is a highly poisonous herb. I used my internal breath to expel the ghost grass aura into Qin Yao's body, and attacked the poison with poison......"
"Nine Deaths and One Life......"
After listening to the re-emphasis of the owner Yi Ren, he was silent with the proprietress for a while, and the room was more quiet a few degrees.
After a while, he calmed down and didn't say much, only said, "Please." So saying, he bowed deeply.
Yi Ren didn't say anything, and instead glanced at the proprietress: "I need your help." ”
"Do what?"
"Fuqin, according to the syllables of the "Thirteen Treasures", to stroke the qin." Yi Ren took out the "Thirteen Treasures" and handed it to the proprietress .
"Okay." The proprietress walked over to the piano and answered affirmatively.
"In the last section, I can't hold on for long." Yi Ren's expression was a little worried: "However, during my treatment of Qin Yao's injuries, this rhythm can't be stopped, so..."
"My internal strength is not much worse than yours, don't worry." The proprietress smiled slightly, very calm.
Of course, he understood what their conversation meant.
His internal strength may be a little worse than theirs, otherwise the owner would not be willing to take the risk and let the proprietress stroke the piano.
The proprietress dared to challenge the melody of the cracked silk, which would inevitably exhaust her internal strength, and perhaps her life would be in danger, so Yi Ren would be so worried.
At this moment, their sincerity really touched the truth, and it was also a little abrupt.
He didn't understand that the proprietress was trying to trap him, and she was reluctant to intervene in the danger of the little devil. Why all of a sudden, so much change?
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The little devil was in the middle, sitting cross-legged, his hands folded, and a large handful of withered seven-colored ghost grass in his hands.
Yi Ren, the owner of the garden, sat upright behind her, his palms were firm, and his eyebrows were silent.
The invisible and endless internal breath adjustment, the little devil's eyelashes trembled slightly from time to time.
The proprietress sat in the outer circle of the two of them, calmly stroking the harp.
The first time I listened to the proprietress caress the piano with internal force, the sound of the piano was so beautiful and moving, it was by no means inferior to the music I had heard in the music and rhythm sect before.
Although they had never seen the proprietress so quiet and beautiful as an immortal, still Shu and Yi Ren didn't have time to appreciate half a minute. All his mind is tied to Minza, for fear of missing a key plot.
Minsa gradually became conscious, and although no one else could notice it, she could perceive it in her own mind.
She frowned slightly, and transparent beads of sweat kept sliding down her face, dripping on her hands, on her dress, and on the seven-colored ghost grass.
"What is the power that has such great power and heat?" Minsa groaned in his heart.
Her whole body was soaked, and a steady stream of heat poured out of her internal organs, filling her entire body.
At this time, there was also a white mist gushing out between Yi Ren's palms, gradually surrounding Mingsa's body, real and illusory. In the white mist, Minsa is like a fairy resting with her eyes closed.
Not long after, the seven-colored ghost grass in Minsa's hand suddenly shook together, and suddenly emitted a strange fragrance.
The white mist was absorbed by the ghost grass from the palm of Yi Ren's hand, and the withered ghost grass slowly changed color, grass blades, grass stems, grass roots, inch by inch, the ghost grass seemed to be blown by the spring breeze, and it came back to life.
Red, orange, yellow, green, blue, indigo, purple, and fluorescent colors gradually filled the ghost grass in Minza's bosom. The tip of the grass was surrounded by a white mist, rushing and soaring into the air.
Suddenly, the originally smooth sound of the piano trembled a little.
In the midst of all the harmonious pulse circulation, Yi Ren's brows furrowed a little. But he didn't open his eyes, and he couldn't be distracted at this time, otherwise his and Qin Yao's lives would be in danger.
Still Shu looked at the proprietress for the first time, her hands as she continued to stroke the piano trembled a little, and her ten fingers were already struggling.
The sweat on her face was no less than that of the little devil. (To be continued.) )