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Recently, the exercises have increased greatly, and at this moment, he has an unprecedented will to die, his body is as fast as a meteor, and the street scene in front of him flies backwards, and he has no time to care, and goes straight to the Blue Mansion.

Outside the Xuanji Pavilion, seeing Young Master Lan Feng come out, Tie Ying was really startled.

He had never seen the young master look so fierce, his soaked hair and clothes, in this cold wind, still exuded white heat.

makes his whole person look like a devil in the region.

He didn't care about anything else, his eyes were firm, and he flew away, and even if Tieying used all his strength, he couldn't catch up.

still said that when he returned to the house, the little devil's room was empty.

"What about people!"

Still talking about the tears in his eyes, he shouted loudly.

The attendants in the hall saw the young master rushing into the mansion, and the speed of the law was something they couldn't follow at all. wanted to explain to him the whereabouts of the young lady, so the young master had already dodged and rushed to the lady's room on the second floor.

At this moment, the young master was like a devil of Hades, standing in the corridor and shouting, and the attendants were busy in the hall and answered: "A car came from the Heavenly Selection Garden, saying that it could save the life of the lady, so the lady was taken away." ”

"Heavenly Chosen Garden?"

"Yes."

"Can you see the owner?"

"No... No—" The attendants replied vaguely. Where have they seen what the owner of the garden looks like, and even if they do, they don't recognize it.

still settled his mind, looked around, and saw that Wan'er was gone, and it was time to go with him.

After thinking about it this way, he still said that he had already carried the light work again, and with a lightning bang, he flew from the roof to the eaves, and the eaves swept away from the wall.

Still said that he flew away for a while, and then Iron Eagle entered the mansion. Hearing that the young master had gone to Tianxuan Garden again, he could only chase him out again.

……

When she was still trapped in the dark corridor of Xuanji Pavilion, the proprietress informed the owner of the garden, Yi Ren, about Mingsa's madness as soon as possible.

Yi Ren's heart is softer than that of the proprietress, although he is worried that Qin Yao will become a powerful helper of the Dharma Weapon Sect in the future, but how can he bear to see her die so plainly under his own arrangement.

Yi Ren then sent the chariot in the Heavenly Selection Garden to the Blue Mansion to pick up Qin Yao.

He was also worried that the time would be delayed, and he was also hiding in the car, as soon as Qin Yao got in the car, he stopped the attendant of the Lan Mansion outside the car and checked her pulse in the car.

"This girl, she really hasn't lost her understanding..."

Yi Ren sighed, judging from the pulse, she should have entered the syllables that she should not enter, as many as two or three times.

If she made a mistake in her cultivation for the first time, she should feel uncomfortable, and if she stopped at that time, she wouldn't be hurt like this.

Now that she's hurt so deeply, it's a little tricky.

Minsa was in a coma, and then felt a cool wind blowing into his body, and his consciousness was slightly clear. Immediately afterwards, a mysterious rhythm slowly flowed out. Following the sound of the music, Minsa's consciousness wandered with it.

Isn't this melody the "Thirteen Treasures" that I cultivated? Of course, Minsa in a coma didn't have much consciousness, just numbly followed the rhythm of the music and let his consciousness wander.

Her internal force was gradually channeled by this rhythm, and her body was exuding a cool air outward. Looking at Qin Yao, who was still lying on the bed with a painful expression, the owner Yi Renwu sat in front of the bed and stroked the guqin on his knees.

Although the timbre was sonorous and powerful, Yi Ren felt that his fingers were heavy.

This "Thirteen Treasures" was originally something that only Qin Yao and other cracked silk qualifications could cultivate.

However, in the Heavenly Chosen Garden, there are no books that Yi Ren has not read. He naturally understood the syllables and fingerings in the "Thirteen Treasures", but he knew that he was not a person who cracked the silk, and even if he cultivated blindly, he would eat himself.

Therefore, he has always only read books to comfort his studious heart, and only practiced fingering, not internal strength.

Now, if you want to save Qin Yao in the most natural way, you have to play the last rhythm of the correct "Thirteen Treasures" to her.

From beginning to end, let her inner breath slowly return to normal as the syllables progress.

However, Yi Ren blessed the internal force in the syllables, and the more he played it, the more the internal force became more and more inadequate. Beads of sweat continued to drip from his hair on the body of the piano, but Yi Ren did not interrupt, and still played the "Thirteen Treasures" coherently.

"Qin Yao, your mind must be determined. Just like when you usually cultivate, don't think about anything except the rhythm of the music. Yi Ren struggled to stand up.

Hearing that there was such a voice in the middle of Kongming, Mingsa frowned, and felt that the inner breath in his body was fluttering sharply. She struggled to calm her mind and keep her mind.

Just now I felt as if I was awake for a moment, and the sound of the unfamiliar syllables "Thirteen Treasures" that lingered in my ears slowly came into my mind.

Inch by inch, verse by verse, Minsa follows the syllables and rises and falls. Until she reached the situation where she had been unable to break through, her breathing was blocked.

Ahead were several different syllables, which began to be noisy, disordered, chaotic, tangled.

Yi Ren had already approached Minsa at this time, reaching out to probe her pulse.

Just now, her pulse was relatively smooth, however, when he reached this section, he felt that Qin Yao was completely out of breath. Just when he was stunned, he saw Qin Yao open her mouth and take a deep breath.

These three syllables in different directions disturbed the inner breath that Minsa had just recovered in the confusion, and after taking a deep breath, Minsa suddenly inhaled all three rhythms into his body.

Suddenly, she felt that her internal organs, as well as her entire mind and consciousness, were going to be blown up by these noisy rhythms, and her whole person was going to explode from the inside out.

The syllables were noisy and fighting, one after the other, and the other and the other.

When they finally stopped somewhat, at the fork in the road with several different rhythmic layouts, Minza's consciousness was lost again. Her eyes were closed, and her expression was even more depleted, like a dying person.

……

"Little devil! Little devil! ”

Still Shu had already flown into the Heavenly Chosen Garden, and despite the obstruction of the attendants in the garden, he went on a rampage and scurried everywhere. However, the layout of the Heavenly Choice Garden is definitely not simpler than that of the Xuanji Pavilion.

How could the owner's hiding place be found by him without using his mind and trespassing at will.

Yi Ren had probed Qin Yao's pulse and felt sorry, and Fang heard the shouts of the blue wind in the garden, and he passed his will from this room.

The attendant, who had never seen the lord of the garden, accepted the order and went downstairs to greet the blue wind.

"Little Devil!"

As soon as the door opened, he still didn't look at Yi Ren, the owner of the garden sitting in this room, and only rushed straight to Minsa's bedside. Seeing that Mingsa's consciousness had not recovered, his pulse had not improved, and even his face was even paler than before.

"Gardener, why didn't you save her!"

Still Shu knelt on the ground, turned around and faced Yi Ren, his expression splitting between his words. (To be continued.) )