She looked at the table, and the bottle of ointment was gone.

Why did Hao Tianlin want to harm the prince? Could it be that he has become a concubine? If this is the case, why did he accompany the prince to Xilin Mountain?

She looked at Ling Zixuan, do you want to tell him? Tell him, will he believe it?

At the beginning, she thought that Hao Tianlin was the most trusted person of the prince and would ask him for help, but now it seems that she has sent sheep into the tiger's mouth.

A slow footstep came, and Hao Tianlin shouted outside the door: "Childe, are you awake?" ”

Ling Zixuan's voice was a little hurried, and he tickled: "Come in." ”

She looked at a figure in front of the door, and was about to return to the sword, but suddenly thought, no, she dug up a piece of ointment last night, if the medicine was taken by Hao Tianlin, as soon as he opened it, he would find that someone had used the ointment. This matter can only be faced calmly, and if necessary, she must pretend to be crazy and stupid, hiding will only make him more suspicious, and she can't show that she has found out that he has harmed the prince.

Hao Tianlin came in, saw her worried, and immediately noticed Ling Zixuan's strange appearance, hurriedly came over to look at his skin, as if he was anxious, and said, "Why is the condition serious?" ”

Qiao Zimei said: "Last night, I saw Nan Fengjun give him a bottle of ointment, but he didn't let me help him apply it, maybe it was because he applied this ointment himself that his condition became serious." She looked at him with a worried look, but she pretended to be seamless, he was really a drama spirit.

"Ointment?" He pondered for a while, and suddenly took out a bottle of medicine from his arms, the dark green porcelain bottle, which was the ointment given by Nan Fengjun last night, "What I helped him apply last night was the ointment that I bought from Orion, not the bottle that Nan Fengjun gave me." ”

Qiao Zimei pulled out the seal, and the bitter taste of herbs wafted out of it, and there was more than a finger of ointment that had been dug out inside.

Ling Zixuan scratched his skin, "Hao Zhan, didn't I ask you to paint Nan Fengjun, why did you paint anything else?" ”

Hao Tianlin said: "According to the previous habit of testing medicines, I have tried Orion's ointment, and there is no irritation and side effects, and last night you said that this ointment was matched by the apprentice of a ghost doctor, and I still think that I dare to let you apply it after trying it first, but I didn't expect it to ......."

Qiao Zimei listened to his words very well, and described himself as a person who tried medicine for the Lord and loved the Lord faithfully. Whether that was the case or not, she didn't know.

Ling Zixuan no longer had the extra strength to care about this matter, and said, "Help me wipe off the clothes on my body and then reapply the medicine." ”

Hao Tianlin immediately took a damp cloth and helped him scrub and apply the medicine again, the effect of the medicine was remarkable, and after a while, Ling Zixuan's skin was much better, and his face improved slightly. He added some suffering for no reason, and he couldn't help but be a little unhappy, but he knew that he was for his own good, so he said: "Hao Zhan, you don't even know the ghost doctor, I don't blame you, you test the medicine for me for my sake, but the ghost doctor's apprentice has good medical skills, and he will need him to treat me in the future, besides, you and I are friends now, not a master-servant relationship, don't try the medicine for me in the future, it is a three-part poison, so as not to hurt yourself." ”

Hao Tianlin said: "Yes." ”

At this time, another person came to the door, it was Nan Fengjun, he knocked on the door and said, "Zixuan, is it convenient for Runzhi to come in?" ”

Ling Zixuan responded: "Nan Fengjun, please come in." ”

Qiao Zimei immediately ducked back into the sword.

Nan Fengjun entered the door, saw that Hao Tianlin was also there, and made a gesture together, and then checked Ling Zixuan's wound, and saw that it was not getting better, so he frowned and said, "Could it be that Runzhi gave the wrong medicine?" ”

Ling Zixuan couldn't say that he didn't use the medicine he gave last night, so he said: "Nan Fengjun, the medicine is very effective, Zixuan feels much better." ”

"That's good." Nan Fengjun said, taking out a dark green porcelain bottle from his arms, "Yanqing doesn't know how to be delayed, he hasn't returned yet, if he hasn't returned today, you can continue to apply this ointment." ”

As he spoke, he handed the ointment to Hao Tianlin: "I'm tired." ”

Hao Tianlin took the ointment and thanked Nan Fengjun.

After Nan Fengjun gave the ointment, he took his leave.

Ling Zixuan stayed in the room all day and was in a panic, putting on his hat and sword, he was about to go out for a walk and breathe in the fresh air in the mountains. Hao Tianlin accompanied.

He helped him all the way to the mountains and forests, and the cold air was a little biting. Ling Zixuan tuched his placket. After walking for a while, he suddenly heard the sound of swords colliding and shouting in front of him, so he asked, "Hao Zhan, where are you?" ”

Hao Tianlin looked at it from a distance and saw an empty venue, on which only a few people practiced sword dance, and the three red characters of "practice platform" were carved on the mountain.

He replied, "Practice." ”

The people above also noticed them, and one of them was the scathing-looking man who appeared in front of Jinlan's gate yesterday, and the man put away his sword and said loudly, "You can actually come in?!" ”

Ling Zixuan heard that he was the man who refused to pass on the word yesterday, so he waved in the direction of the voice and said, "Zixuan has seen the immortal chief. ”

Jin Ruoying, a man of about eighteen or nineteen years old with a pair of slender hanging eyes next to him, asked in a low voice, "Senior brother, who are they?" I saw that the man with the hood was so biased in the direction that he seemed to be blind. ”

This bitter face is named Jin Jingping, he is the tenth disciple of Nan Fengjun, born from the heart, he is usually a little bitter and mean, competitive and competitive, and the most jealous person is Jin Yichen, Nan Fengjun's eldest apprentice. Maybe he has been in Jinlanmen for a long time, and he is either practicing or reading books every day, which is really boring and has no new ideas, so he likes to stir up trouble.

He deliberately said loudly: "Hey, this brother, can't you see with your eyes?" Why did you come to our Jinlan Gate? ”

As soon as Ling Zixuan heard his words, his face suddenly sank, he had never seen such a rude person, if he didn't really lack education, he would have deliberately caused trouble, so he ignored him and helped Hao Tianlin to continue walking.

Seeing that his attitude was so disdainful, Jin Jingping was angry in his heart, and sneered: "I'm afraid I don't want to come to learn from a teacher, right?" How could Master take him as an apprentice, hahaha......"

Jin Ruoying glanced at the two visitors, and although she knew that her senior brother's words were not good, she still smiled in agreement.

Ling Zixuan's anger that had been suppressed in his heart for many days was awakened, and he completely exploded, gritting his teeth and saying: "First, I didn't want to come to apprentice, and second, even if I can't see it, I can defeat you and make you lose to the ground!" ”

Several junior disciples present looked at Jin Jingping's gradually sinking face, they all knew the character of this senior brother, and they didn't want to make trouble here, so they went back one after another, only Jin Ruoying remained, and persuaded: "Senior brother, let's go to practice martial arts." ”

Jin Ruoying looked at the two who were about to leave, the hand holding the sword was full of spiritual power, and suddenly one flew towards Ling Zixuan.

Hao Tianlin's eyes were quick, and he drew his sword with a "clang" and blocked the sword back.

Jin Ruoying fell back to the ground, the hand holding the sword was a little painful, so sharp internal strength, it was really a real person who didn't show his face, this person still has such a deep cultivation, I don't know how the blind man cultivated? If he can win against himself even if he is blind, wouldn't he be very faceless? Thinking so, it is necessary to give up the provocation and prepare to leave.

Ling Zixuan saw that he still took the initiative to provoke, where could he endure it, he pulled out the streamer with a "whoosh", and said loudly: "Hao Zhan, I said that I would let him lose convincingly!" ”

Hao Tianlin said: "Yes! He knew his temperament and knew that he could not resist him, so he obediently obeyed.

Jin Jingping's eyes narrowed slightly, and he looked at him, just now when he stabbed him, he smelled a strong smell of herbs on his body, and now he saw that there was indeed a wound on his hand holding the sword, he was both blind and injured, how could he be timid when a disabled person declared war on him? Besides, there are not many people around now, even if he is really so incompetent to lose, Jin Ruoying doesn't dare to go around and say it.

Thinking so, he said, "Now, this is what you provoked, don't hold me accountable for anything!" ”

Ling Zixuan didn't say a word, the cold light in his hand flashed, and he stabbed at the place where Jin Jingping was speaking with a swing of his sword, but he stabbed in the air, causing the other party to laugh.

Jin Jingping was relieved this time, he couldn't even figure out where he was, how could he compete with himself?

After the streamer came out of the sheath, Qiao Zimei could see the outside clearly in the sword, and when he saw Jin Jingping's ugly face at this moment, he tried to pull the streamer, but he didn't expect to be able to really control the sword body.

Ling Zixuan suddenly felt that the sword in his hand had strength, pulling his movements, he listened to the enemy's movements in his ears, and followed the power of the sword to dodge, and immediately had the power to fight back.

Jin Ruoying was shocked: "Senior brother, he seems to be able to see it!" ”

Jin Jingping also realized it, and immediately accelerated the speed of swinging the sword, and Ling Zixuan's shoulder received a sword, because Jin Jingping used mana, Ling Zixuan was not his opponent no matter how much he could fight.

Jin Jingping suddenly smiled slyly, and with a sword to his hat, he dropped the hat to the ground.

Ling Zixuan was startled, immediately covered his face and turned around, bending down and groping for the fallen hat on the ground.

As soon as Jin Jingping saw his face, he immediately exclaimed, "Ouch, my mother! Scared the hell out of me! ”

Jin Ruoying was also startled when she saw his face, but she felt that this face was so familiar, and she seemed to have seen it somewhere.

Seeing this, Hao Tianlin stepped forward and swung his sword, stabbing Jin Jingping in the waist with a sword.

Jin Jingping was frustrated, and the sword turned to fight with Hao Tianlin, he was surprised to find that although he had used mana, he was still at a disadvantage repeatedly, which meant that Hao Tianlin also had mana, and it was even more powerful than himself, and he couldn't beat it, so he dodged two feet away, covered his injured and bleeding waist, and said, "What, don't you dare to fight me?" And ask for a helper! ”

A cold light flashed in Hao Tianlin's eyes: "Do you want to try another sword?" ”

Jin Jingping looked at the blood on his hands and said angrily: "You! ”

Jin Ruoying immediately took out the ointment gauze she carried with her from her arms and helped her brother bandage her wounds.

"The main point of the competition in Jinlan Gate is to stop, don't hurt others, the two worshippers don't know, don't you know?"

I didn't see him, I heard his voice first, and with a calm and nice voice, a man with a face like a crown of jade, a graceful man walked from the forest with his hands in his hands, he looked at the two junior brothers with a pair of bright eyes, although he was wearing a black dress, he still couldn't hide the fairy spirit.

Jin Jingping and Jin Ruoying were so cold by his sharp gaze that they immediately saluted: "Ji Huajun! ”

Inside the sword, Qiao Zimei's eyes stared at Ji Huajun in their mouths without blinking, this person was long and handsome, and his demeanor was gentle and elegant. Although he now had a questioning tone, his face was extremely peaceful, and only the cold light in his eyes kept him from being angry.

At this time, Ling Zixuan had already put on his hat again, only to feel embarrassed.