Long San and Feng Wanwan didn't have the drag behind them, and couldn't help but speed up their pace, and climbed to the top of the mountain after a quarter of an hour.

The first thing that catches your eye is the temple reflected in the green trees, with apricot yellow courtyard walls and blue-gray temple ridges, like a heavenly palace, row by row, and you can't see the end at a glance.

The two of them first went to the main hall 'Daxiong Treasure Palace' to worship, and there were not many people who came to burn incense today, and there were even fewer officials and dependents, after all, no one wanted the emperor's hat to be buckled on his own head.

'Qingfeng Lotus Garden' is behind the Huangjue Temple, a whole piece of blue lake is full of lotus flowers, there is a natural lake on the top of such a high mountain, it is rare, even less common is that the pink lotus green leaves inside cover most of the lake, a group of koi fish and a few mandarin ducks swim freely in the lake, becoming a scene of Qingfeng Lotus Garden.

A looming sound of the piano came from a distance, and Feng Wanwan looked up to see that there was a nine-story white pagoda on the opposite side of the lake, and the sound of the piano came from there.

"What's that?" Feng Wanwan pointed to the White Tower.

"It is a nine-story white pagoda, and it is said that it contains the ashes of the great monks of the past dynasties."

"Let's go check it out!" Feng Wanwan took the lead around the lakeside path to the White Tower.

The talented and beautiful people who enjoyed the scenery and played along the way stopped and paid attention to the two of them, after all, these two people were too dazzling, one was evil and crazy, the other was as cold as the moon, and some wanted to come forward to talk, but they were all scared away by the cold eyes of Long San who followed behind.

Feng Wanwan in front of her didn't bother to pay attention to these, she found that as she got closer and closer to the White Tower, the sound of the piano became clearer and clearer, and the true qi in her body seemed to be guided by something.

Feng Wanwan suppressed it as he walked, and saw that dense fine sweat was oozing from his forehead, and his breathing became short.

Long San noticed that something was wrong with Feng Wanwan, and grabbed her: "What's wrong with you?" ”

"Go to the White Tower, take me to the White Tower!" Feng Wanwan said that he couldn't even stand his body, Long San stretched out his hand, picked up Feng Wanwan's waist, and flew straight to the White Tower.

This stunned the tourists who admired the lotus here, and it was immoral to act like this in broad daylight!

The gate of the courtyard of the nine-story white tower is open, and a white-robed man who exudes a cold breath is sitting under a dragon claw locust tree and strokes the piano, the green trees are white, the breeze is slow, blowing the broken hair in front of his forehead, drawing an elegant arc in the air, revealing his delicate facial features, white skin is like a thousand years of ancient jade, flawless, pale, slightly transparent, I can't see the age, I only feel that the courtyard is indescribably desolate and lonely.

Long San's intrusion with Feng Wanwan swept away this desolation and loneliness.

"Sir, could you please show her?"

The man seemed to have foreseen this scene, paused, gently put down the piano on his lap, and looked up to see a pair of young men in red and purple robes, like a pair of beautiful people walking towards him.

"Hold it and I'll take a look." The sound is like flowing water hitting a stone, clear and pure.

Long San walked up to the man without any precaution as if he had been charmed by something.

"Put it down."

Long San gently placed Feng Wanwan on the grass as he said, and he simply sat down, letting Feng Wanwan's upper body lean against him.

Feng Wanwan was already flushed at this time, drenched in sweat, and felt as if his body had been roasted on the fire, and the true qi in his body was like a naughty child scurrying around.

The man stretched out his hand to hold Feng Wanwan's pulse, and as soon as he lost some true qi into it, a domineering true qi bounced his hand away.

"She's really out of her mind."

"I'm really angry, how could it be, I'm just fine."

"Get her in!" As he spoke, the man turned and walked towards the White Tower.

Long San had no choice but to pick up Feng Wanwan and keep up.

In the innermost bedroom on the ground floor of the White Tower, the morning sun shines obliquely through the window in the corner of the house, the bookcase against the wall is full of bamboo books, the other side is placed with a bookcase, and a simple antique bed is placed in the middle.

"Sit her up, and I'll guide her."

Long San sat on the edge of the bed and helped Feng Wanwan to sit up.

The man didn't rush to the bed, but went to the bookcase on the other side, pressed a button, and an ebony box popped out of the corner of the bookcase.

The man put the cold jade bracelet and hairpin in the box that seemed to have been soaked in the cold air for thousands of years on Feng Wanwan's wrist and hair respectively.

Long San watched a strange man put on these jewelry for Feng Wanwan, a little depressed, but he didn't dare to speak, he also begged someone to treat this girl!

Calm, calm......

The flushing on Feng Wanwan's face subsided at a visible speed, and the man sat behind Feng Wanwan, his hands on Feng Wanwan's back, channeling the true qi surging in her body to slowly enter the dantian, and then from the dantian to the tendons.

A week passed, the muscles and veins seemed to have been doubled, and Feng Wanwan felt as if he was immersed in the gentle spring water, and his whole body felt more comfortable than he had ever felt before.

The true qi is still circulating, and the warm current from the back is like a pair of gentle hands slowly guiding the flow of true qi in Feng Wanwan's body, and it will make a short stop when it reaches certain acupuncture points.

Another Sunday passed, Feng Wanwan's face became ruddy, and on the contrary to her, the face of the man behind her became more and more pale, and his lips were even less bloody.

Long San was on the side, looking anxious in his eyes, Feng Wanwan's gradual improvement made him feel at ease, but this man's situation made him anxious, in case this man fell, what should this girl do?

Time passed minute by minute, and just when Ryuzo felt that he was going to fall down at any moment, the man withdrew his hand and opened his eyes.

"Just lay her down and put her to sleep." The man said as he said with a trace of blood spilling from the corner of his mouth.

"You're hurt!" Ryuzo exclaimed,

"It's okay, there's a red button on the wall that you press, and there's a medicine bottle in it for me." The man instructed Ryuzo.

Long San didn't refute, after all, the person in front of him who had just saved Feng Wanwan did what the man said, and after a while, he took the medicine and handed it to the man.

The "water" man stretched out his hand and pointed to the tea set on the bookcase.

Helplessly, Long San turned around and poured another glass of water, turned around and handed it to the man.

The man didn't thank him, he took medicine and drank water directly, and then sat on the bed without saying a word to adjust his internal breath.

Feng Wanwan slept on the other side of the bed, Long San looked at the bed, it seemed that he couldn't sit down with the third person, so he could only drag a stool from the table and sit on the side of Feng Wanwan's bed.

What he didn't notice was that the corners of the lips of the man, who had been breathing with his eyes closed, rose slightly.

The waiting time was long, and Ryuzan fell asleep on the side of the bed at some point.

And the two little plums waiting in the 'Qingfeng Lotus Garden' have been forgotten by him.

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