Snow in early winter, Xiancheng Yangfu.

Yang Xian lay on the Taishi chair, shaking his fan, and swayed in the backyard study.

After giving clothes and applying medicine a few days ago, plus repairing bridges and paving roads and relocating displaced people, Yang Xian finally received enough positive emotions and condensed three skill points.

Without hesitation, Yang Xian continued to devote these three skill points to the skill of refining medicine. Reaching the third star means that this skill has undergone a qualitative change, passing through the low level and heading towards the middle level.

The three-star alchemy skill not only allows Yang Xian to refine a higher-quality elixir, but the key is that the mid-level also comes with a medical effect. Yang Xian found that a mid-level skill would have a much more positive emotional gain than those low-level one- and two-star skills.

"Lord!"

Yang An walked in with small steps. At this moment, among Yang Chun's four righteous sons, Yang Ping is in charge of Qingyuwei, Yang Fu is learning riding in Jingyun in Youzhou, and Yang Gui is in charge of the Zhaoye Army, only Yang An is still by Yang Xian's side.

"What's the matter?"

Huang Que, the child next to Yang Xian, was holding a military book on one side and flipped through it vigorously. As a future great grandmaster-level general, he showed great talent in cultivation and military affairs at a young age, and was praised as a genius by Yang Chun.

"The eight Fu Masters of the Dongyang Sect are kneeling in the snow outside our door, begging the Lord to heal their Sect Leader Ye Qingqing."

At first glance, even Huang Que, who had always been focused, also raised his head, and his little face was a little incredible. Everyone knows the grievances between Dongyang Sect and Yang Xian, and asking these people to put down their dignity and beg Yang Xian is simply more painful for them than killing them.

Are the clothes and medicines finally working these days?

Yang Xian knew that Ye Qingqing had broken into the Netherworld Prison and had been hit by Lou Jing's Yin Thunder.

The cultivation method of the Hellfire is spread in the Netherworld, but this Yin Thunder was created by Lou Jing with his high qualifications, so he broke through in one fell swoop and achieved the honor of the Great Grandmaster.

Speaking from his heart, Lou Jing's shot was not heavy, otherwise Ye Qingqing was afraid that he would be killed on the spot.

Yang Xian had already revealed to the Dongyang Sect the fact that he was able to pull out the thunder worm through various channels, but Ye Qingqing just gritted his teeth and refused to come, preferring to endure the pain of the thunder worm devouring his body.

Finally, her injuries became more and more serious, so that she was now sick and in a coma most of the time.

Ye Qingqing could ignore it, but several talisman masters of the Dongyang Sect couldn't watch her die. Therefore, regardless of their faces, they carried Ye Qingqing into Xiancheng and knelt in front of the Yang Mansion.

"Lord, do you want to see them?"

"Don't worry, let them kneel for another half an hour."

There was a charcoal fire burning in the house, and it was as warm as spring. Yang Xian lay on the Taishi chair and shook the fan slowly.

The snow in early winter is not heavy, and few people usually come in front of the Prime Minister's Mansion, but today no one dares to approach except for the people of the Dongyang Sect.

Eight talismans of all ages knelt on the ground, and an airtight carriage stopped behind them. The door of the Prime Minister's Mansion was closed, but they just waited wordlessly.

Ye Qingqing's injuries could no longer be delayed, and they had no time.

The heavy vermilion door slowly opened, and hope burned in the eyes of the eight talismans.

Yang Xian was dressed in a white single dress and ran out barefoot. It was already cold on this day, but Yang Xian was impatient.

"Don't do that, don't do that! You are all heroes and heroes of the time, although there is a slight misunderstanding between us, but it is only a difference in position. Doesn't that afflict me? ”

Yang Xian walked down the cold steps barefoot and helped the Fu Master of the Dongyang Sect up.

"I was refining medicine in the mansion just now, and at a critical juncture, the servants didn't dare to disturb me. Let you wait for a long time, it's really envious. ”

"Prime Minister!"

Looking at Yang Xian panting, wearing only a single suit, he ran out barefoot to greet them. Although the Dongyang Sect and the Yang Clan have a long-standing feud, at this time, there is inevitably a sense of gratitude in the hearts of these talismans.

Positive sentiment from Dongyang Talisman +666

"Prime Minister, please save my sect leader's life! I will wait for the next life to form a grass ring to repay the prime minister's great kindness! ”

"If you have been trusted, you will go all out."

In the warm room, Ye Qingqing was lying on the couch, her face pale and haggard. The slender body was covered by heavy clothes, and the hair was scattered behind him.

Yang Xian stood aside and untied her thick robe.

This shameful capacity!

Usually Ye Qingqing is dressed very tightly, and it is really difficult to find it from the outside. Yang Xianqiang calmed himself down and continued his medical career.

Ye Qingqing's injury was not serious, and it could be solved with a pill and special conditioning. But now, it's very troublesome.

Yang Xian took off the clothes on Ye Qingqing's body one by one, leaving only a layer of underwear.

A special medicine was added to the tub next to him, and the smell was a little pungent. The bottom of the bucket is inlaid with a layer of iron sheet, and it is driven on the stove, burning firewood. The firewood is not extinguished, and the temperature in the bucket is maintained at all times.

Yang Xian hugged Ye Qing, and the other party was very light. Ye Qingqing, who was unconscious in Yang Xian's arms, did not see the grandeur of the past at all, and was quiet like a sleeping cat at the moment.

Yang Xian threw it into the bucket and fed her a pill.

The water was fluttering and bubbling, the temperature around him rose rapidly, and Ye Qingqing's face gradually turned red.

Three bubbles and three steaming, and then apply different pills to pull out the thunderworm in Ye Qingqing's body.

This operation is very complicated, and if you are not careful, you will make mistakes and delay treatment. Therefore, from beginning to end, Yang Xian was the only one in this house, concentrating.

The sky was bright, and the house was full of steam.

Ye Qingqing, who was in the bathtub, opened his eyes, and then there was a loud scream.

Yang Xian was originally in a daze, but was awakened by this loud shout.

"The sect leader's injuries have healed, it's really gratifying!"

Yang Xian shook his fan and slowly approached the side of Mu Bucket, his face shining with innocence and holiness, as if he was a sage.

"Less garlic, where's my clothes?"

Ye Qingqing didn't just want to ask where the clothes were? I want to ask, why are all my clothes missing? It's just this sentence, but it's hard to say.

"Speaking of which, I'm really going to complain about the sect leader. Although the Dongyang Sect is not rich, the leader of the sect is also a faction. The clothes I was wearing were of too low grade, and after soaking in water a few times, they were all rotten. Although the sect leader is informal, you are also a daughter, and when you go out, you represent the face of the Dongyang Sect......."

"Ahh

Ye Qingqing shouted, interrupting Yang Xian's words.

"You, I... How can you? What do you see? ”

Ye Qingqing really hoped that this was just a dream, and he was hesitant, and in the end he only asked one sentence.

Yang Xian secretly said that he had basically seen what he should have seen, and then his face seemed to shine with a layer of light, and he said with righteousness and awe: "Sect Master, rest assured. In the eyes of the healer, there are only patients, not men and women. Envy this heart is clear, and so is the hope of the sect leader. ”

I've seen everything I should see, I have taken advantage of everything, and now I'm saying this kind of cool thing here. It's also your uncle!

"Yang Xian, I'll kill you!"

Ye Qingqing's chest swelled with anger, and he was about to make a move, but he stood up in vain, his mind suddenly felt dizzy, and he fell into the bucket again, setting off a big splash.

"I forgot to tell the Master. You've just pulled out the thunderworm from your body, and it's time to be weak. Anger hurts the liver, it's not good for the sect leader's body! ”

With that, Yang Xian walked out quickly, and the sound of splashing water and Ye Qingqing's angry shouts resounded behind him.

"Yang Xian, you come back for me! I'll kill you! ”