The scorching sun is like fire, shining more and more scarlet in the Kang Palace, Fan Zhangshi of the Great Si Ming Palace brought people in and began to clean up, and many people came to the Witch Doctor's Mansion to help look at the injuries, and the high priest personally supervised them.

Yan Moyu carried Qing Feixue back to the dormitory and put it on the bed, stroking the wisps of silver with his hand, looking at Qing Feixue, who was physically and mentally exhausted and a little unpossessed, with pity, and asked the nurse to hug the little princess.

"Cher... You see... Our little Yue'er", the swaddling clothes have been replaced with new ones, and Xiao Yue'er is staring at the person in front of her.

Qing Feixue looked at the innocent eyes on the pink little face with a little tear, the softest place in her heart was touched, she reached out and hugged it tightly to her chest, her fingers were tightly pressed by the child's little hands, and a rare smile slowly spread from the corner of her mouth, Yan Moyu looked at this picture and actually had a feeling of the aftermath of the disaster, and the thick anger in her heart was hidden little by little.

At this time, Yan Ziyue was already full, looking at the woman holding him and the man next to him who cast a gentle gaze that could drown people, it felt better, happiness may be such a taste, and at the same time, I also felt that my brain capacity seemed to be insufficient, and the memories before coming to this other world seemed to be more and more fragmented, and there was an illusion that it was gradually sealed, and after coming, I always felt that there was something that I couldn't remember, not because my body was too small.

After this experience, Qing Feixue was still a little sensitive, except that the child and Yan Moyu didn't like others to get close, Yan Moyu didn't care, cleaned her, changed into clean clothes, and fell asleep comfortably, so she asked the witch doctor to take the pulse.

Yan Moyu put the child on the inside of Qing Feixue, and Qing Feixue naturally put one hand close to his arms, moved to find a more comfortable position, and fell asleep deeply.

"How is the princess"? Yan Mo Yuping retreated left and right, and only the Great Priest was on the side.

"His Royal Highness King Huikang, the princess, her five organs are damaged, her meridians are all injured, and she can barely maintain it by will, and she has just checked her veins..."

"What is already ... Say it", Yan Moyu froze.

"I'm afraid time is running out, but..."

"But what...", he asked.

"But it's not completely impossible, it's just that I don't know if the legend is credible," the witch doctor said, squinting at the short black beard on his chin.

"Tell me clearly", Yan Moyu asked impatiently.

"The two don't know if they know Wuji Gate, there is a Wuji blood vine in the holy land of Wuji Gate, there is a Wuji blood vine, legend has it that this vine only bears fruit once in a thousand years, it is Wuji fruit, the whole body is red like amber, and its meridians can be seen vertically and horizontally, if there is blood flow, this fruit has the effect of living flesh and blood, it is the best product for treating internal injuries, and it can increase the number of people who practice martial arts for a hundred years. It's just that no one knows where the Wuji Valley is, let alone seen the Wuji Fruit, and everyone in the world should be just a legend", the witch doctor paused for a moment to peek at Yan Moyu, and continued: "If you can find the Wuji Fruit, the princess will definitely be saved."

"What should I do before I find the Infinite Fruit?" Without hesitation, he voiced his doubts.

"If you can input internal force for the princess and supplement it with precious medicinal materials such as ginseng, you will be able to prolong her life."

Yan Li glanced at Yan Moyu, and when he saw that he bowed his head and was silent, he said: "You can prescribe it for the princess, just use whatever medicine you need, no need to scruples... Stand down."

The witch doctor looked up and was stunned for a moment, then nodded in response, this could not be clearer, the witch doctor's mansion, King Kang's mansion, the Great Si Ming Palace, and even the precious medicinal materials of the palace were appointed.

"Yu...", Yu Li thought for a while, looked at Yan Moyu, who was a little lost, and said: "The Wuji Fruit may be real, and the Wuji Fruit can only be used when it is ripe...".

"What, what do you say"?

"I said that Wuji Fruit may indeed have something, and I think we have a map to go to Wuji Valley", Yu Li recalled an incomplete rubbing book that he had seen in the Tibetan Scripture Building, which recorded the hidden affairs of the first head of Wuji Gate, Qingle Zhi, and mentioned that Wuji Valley was isolated from the world, and the layout of the valley was like the trend of Wuji Bagua, all kinds of strange flowers and plants, elixir fairy vines, and there were also many strange insects and monsters. Together with his lifelong martial arts secrets, he hid them in the Wuji Cave. ”

"Really"? Yan Moyu suddenly had a look of surprise.

"Really", Zhan Li replied affirmatively, and briefly said the content recorded in the rubbings upstairs of the Tibetan scriptures, "Yu, I will go with you to get the rubbing, but the content of the rubbings is a little incomplete, and the imprints on the map are blurred, I believe that the Wuji Gate should have the original, just...".

"Well, well, I'm willing to try even if I have the slightest chance."

Yan Li looked at Yan Moyu's firm eyes, knowing that the princess was not just a woman to him, but a beloved, an existence that could be guarded with life, and he felt very complicated in his heart, and he couldn't say what it felt, but he was uncomfortable.

After leaving, Yan Moyu came to the bed, looked at the woman who was hunched over and holding Xiao Yue'er frowning and sleeping unsteadily, couldn't help but lie down sideways, rubbed the woman's eyebrows with her fingers, stuck to her back, felt the sound of some ups and downs of the heartbeat, controlled the strength, conveyed the internal force little by little, and always paid attention to the woman's breathing, not daring too fast, not too much, cautious.