Yang Moyun's face suddenly sank: "Master, the apprentice wants to keep Miss Lin." And your medicine ......." said and looked at the Lingling Zen Taoist.

The old man smiled: "Your master and uncle know everything." Although there is no solution to this poison, your uncle calculated that Miss Lin was destined to be rich and noble, and he would not take her life, but he had just suffered some hardships, and your uncle would go to Miss Lin for diagnosis and treatment in a while to study the method of detoxification. It's no wonder that the old man tried her on medicine at that time......"

"Master, this is all to blame on the apprentice, if you don't insist on letting her test the medicine for the master, there will be no such thing as this horse now......" Yang Moyun blamed himself, was interrupted by the Lingzen Taoist, and said meaningfully: "This is the will of heaven, the cause and effect are determined freely, and the junior brother and nephew should not blame themselves." It's just that this princess must return to the prince's side. ”

Yang Moyun looked at the master unwillingly when he heard this, he didn't care what fate or providence he had. It's just that he doesn't want to disobey his master.

Seeing the unwillingness on his apprentice's face, the old man sighed deeply: "Moyun, you can't fight the sky." ”

Yang Moyun's heart sank and he lowered his head. No more speech. He walked silently behind the Master. When the few people returned to the firewood room on the side of the cabin, Xiao Mo'er had already fainted in pain several times, and her whole body was trembling. Feng Xiye clicked on her acupoint and hugged her tightly. I saw that her eyes were bloody, and there were bitten blood stains on her lips, thinking about the pain some time ago, and the old man helping to apply the needle was only a drop in the bucket compared to now. The old man hurriedly applied the needle, and the blood in Xiao Mo'er's eyes gradually dissipated. The body no longer trembled, and gradually stabilized. Feng Xiye unraveled her acupuncture. Let her lie flat on the bed. It took a while for Xiao Mo'er to recover. Lingzen Daoist stepped forward: "Let me give this girl a pulse...... The attitude towards Xiao Mo'er was obviously more respectful than that towards Feng Xiye, the prince.

Xiao Mo'er stretched out her wrist and handed it to the Lingzen Taoist, who put his right hand on Xiao Mo'er's pulse, closed his eyes, and carefully diagnosed and treated. Xiao Mo'er was very weak after the severe pain just now, and looked at the Lingzen Taoist with her eyes open, afraid of missing a trace of his expression. She wondered how long she would live. At this time, there was silence in the small room, and even the sound of dust falling on the ground could be heard clearly.

After a long time, the Lingzen Taoist opened his eyes, and unfortunately, his eyes were clear, and he couldn't see a trace of expression. Before Xiao Mo'er could speak, Yang Moyun hurriedly asked, "Uncle Shi, Miss Lin, ...... she?" The Lingzen Taoist did not answer Yang Moyun's question, but just looked Xiao Mo'er up and down: "Girl, what spiritual objects are on your body?" The little Mo'er who asked this question was the second monk who was confused, how could he have any spiritual objects? The people in the room looked at Xiao Mo'er with wide eyes.

Lingzen Daoist is a person who cultivates immortals, but he asks about Hongchen. The prince was really annoyed that he couldn't find the princess, so Mu Ruoqinuo found the master in great difficulty, and the master happily agreed to help. I pinched my fingers and found out where I was. A few years ago, when Xiao Mo'er was taken away by Luo'er, the Lingzen Taoist people never helped, and only gave a sentence, and it would appear when the time came.

Today, it seems that this immortal cultivator of the Wind Immortal Dao Bone is so respectful to Xiao Mo'er, it is indeed strange. At this time, the old man in the valley also opened his mouth very respectfully: "Girl, or is there something strange about you?" The old man's attitude made his apprentice Yang Moyun feel puzzled for a while. It's just that if Master doesn't say it, he won't be able to ask.

Xiao Mo'er closed her eyes, thought carefully for a long time, and suddenly realized: "Yes, it's Xiaoqiang." As she spoke, she took out the delicate green flower she named Xiaoqiang from her arms.

The eyes of the Lingzen Daoist and the old man in the valley lit up, and they spoke in unison in surprise: "Rely on spiritual things." ”

Everyone else in the room was confused, and Xiao Mo'er was also curious: "What is the Cuiyi Spirit Object?"

Lingzen Taoist stroked his silver-white beard and opened his mouth with a smile: "The spirit object is the small green flower in Miss Lin's hand, and this is the spirit of ten thousand poisons. After the Lingzen Taoist finished speaking, he bowed deeply like Xiaoqiang: "Please also ask the spirit fairy to appear." Everyone was amazed, and their eyes stared at this green flower, which was called Xiaoqiang Xiaoqiang. I saw that Xiao Qiang seemed to be reluctant to do it twice, floated up from Xiao Mo'er's hand, turned around in the air a few times, emitting a dazzling emerald green light, several people in the room closed their eyes by the light, and when they opened their eyes again, they saw a tall and slender man, surrounded by emerald green brocade clothes, appeared in front of everyone.

Everyone looked at the man's face, and his jaw couldn't help but fall to the ground, this elegant fairy man actually had the same face as Xiao Mo'er, he saw that everyone looked at him in surprise, and he was very dissatisfied. The voice was so angry that "I hate it, haven't you seen a beautiful man?" turned around and smiled sweetly at Xiao Mo'er. Xiao Mo'er almost fainted again. "Oh, I have the same face as this girl. screamed, and couldn't help but pick up the pillow and slammed it into Xiaoqiang. Xiao Qiang easily caught Xiao Mo'er's pillow, and smiled: "Is this a gift from the master to Xiao Qiang?" and then wanted to treat the treasure like holding the pillow in his arms, everyone had a chill, and goosebumps fell to the ground.

Xiao Mo'er looked at the man with the same face as herself very resentfully, sad and urging!

Xiao Qiang stepped forward: "Don't the master like Xiao Qiang and the master have the same face?"

Xiao Mo'er nodded resolutely. Xiaoqiang's face was full of disappointment, "Okay, it's good for people to come back." After speaking, the palm of his hand swept over the elf-like face, and his appearance immediately changed. The thick eyebrows are slender and neat, the narrow eyes are seductive, the bridge of the nose is high, and the thin lips are red as if they are about to drip water. Xiao Mo'er straightened her eyes, demon, demon, why does a man look so good?

Xiao Qiang was very excited, Xiao Mo'er looked at him: "The master likes Xiao Qiang's appearance?" Xiao Mo'er nodded nympholy. The saliva remained......

It took everyone a long time to come back to their senses. For Feng Xiye, Mu Ruoqinuo and Yang Moyun, it was the first time they had seen such an incredible thing, so they were relieved. However, the Lingzen Taoist and the old man in the valley were shocked by such an image of the spiritual object. (Ahem, Xiao Chengcheng was embarrassed to say that the ancients didn't have glasses and floated away in embarrassment.) ）

"May I ask why the Cuiyi Spirit Immortal is here?" the old man in the valley spoke, feeling a little embarrassed in his heart.

Xiaoqiang smiled: "Call someone Xiaoqiang, it's the name given by the master!"

The old man in the valley raised his sleeve and wiped the sweat on his forehead, and said helplessly and awkwardly: "Then why is Xiaoqiang Lingxian here?"