The three girls were gossiping, but they didn't notice that Hu Xianxian was lying on the bed struggling slightly. She was half-awake and half-dazed: Dead girl, what are you talking about stupidly? Help me, I'm sick to death.

She could hear them talking, but it was very vague, and she knew that she hadn't woken up yet, and she wanted to get up, but she couldn't get rid of the dream.

It was a strange feeling, and I knew that I was lying on the bed of Bixigong, and I couldn't lift my eyelids when I wanted to open my eyes. The image that came to her mind was walking alone in the wasteland, with no grass, trees, insects and birds everywhere, only the endless black and brown stones, which seemed more dead and silent than the desert.

She walked in confusion, remembering as if she had come out of the volcanic lava, and as if she remembered that she had been injured and burned. In front of the wasteland where the sky meets, there is a sudden maniacal laughter, and then a deafening crackling sound, and then a blazing fire......

Hu Xianxian's consciousness was a little clearer, and he remembered that he was injured by Gonggong Li's plot. She pondered why she had capsized in the gutter more than once, thought that she should learn more about adaptation in addition to improving her skills, and warned herself to be careful and thoughtful in everything she did, so as not to have any more accidents.

Thinking of this, she secretly blamed herself, and when Gonggong Li said that there was a spy in the Gunpowder Bureau, he should be temporarily detained, and Cheng Haofeng should be told to wait for him to come back to secretly investigate the Gunpowder Bureau, and then he would arrange what to do next. Why did you let your thoughts follow Gonggong Li and fall into passivity? She blamed herself very much, and she was also worried that this accident would affect Cheng Haofeng to do other things, and she was anxious to get up to see him.

The more anxious she was to wake up, the more she couldn't open her eyes, and she had fallen into nightmares before, waking up with a few kicks on her legs, but this time her legs were stiff and unable to move. She thought her legs were stiff because she was stuck in a nightmare, and she didn't know that her legs had lost sensation due to the injury.

In the end, Hu Xianxian's unconscious "hmm" sound was heard by Hang Wuyi and the others, and they called her softly, and rubbed her unwounded parts before she woke up.

"Alas...... How long have I been in a coma? Hehe, I can't wake up like a ghost pressing the bed...... No, bring me some porridge...... Ah Xiu, Ah Yue, help me sit up......" She wanted to smile at them, but the corners of her upturned mouth pulled at the wound a little painful, so she had to grin.

Hang Wuyi took the porridge and put it on the head of the bed, let Ruan Wenyue climb onto the bed, and the two of them grabbed her arm left and right at the same time to help her sit up. Her wound hurt a little, but she gritted her teeth and endured it, she didn't want to lie on the bed and let others feed her porridge.

After the porridge was served, Hu Xianxian insisted on eating it by herself, and they had to follow her. After eating half a bowl of porridge, she was no longer so weak to speak, and seeing that they were all worried, she said freely: "Why have they all become bitter gourd faces?" Who I am, this little injury is nothing. Look, the hot bubbles and the injured arms are starting to scarre. Wait for the scar to be scarved, and then wipe it with the elixir, and in the end, there will not be even a mark. ”

"Well, the third master uncle invited the sixth master to heal, and even the ghost king went to collect medicine for you, it should get better soon." Hang Wuyi buried her head very low, for fear that she could see that they were worried.

"Sixth Senior Brother is here? He was a skilled doctor, and he didn't know what painkillers to give me, and I didn't feel any pain in my legs. Hu Xianxian tried to move his legs, but he still couldn't move, guessing that Qin Mufeng was using painkillers that numbed his nerves.

The three of them squeaked and agreed indiscriminately, and Hu Xianxian said that if he wanted to see Cheng Haofeng, he had to tell him the details about the sheep demon and Gonggong Li. They said that Cheng Haofeng had something to do, and it would not be too late for him to come to see her. She said she could go to him and let them help her out of bed, but they didn't dare to say that she had no feeling in her legs, but just found reasons to argue with her.

During the dispute, Qin Mufeng came with the boiled medicine, "Don't hide it from her, she has to know sooner or later." Seventh Senior Sister, your Yuan Shen was injured by the iron talisman that restrained the fox demon, and your legs were blocked from the meridians below the knees, and it is possible that you will not be able to stand from now on. ”

They were from the same school, and they knew that it would be a problem for her to hide her injuries. Of course, I also believe in her endurance.

Hu Xianxian's eyes froze when she heard this, but she quickly regained her composure and said to a few of them, "What are you hiding from me? Make me a joke. You don't know that my life is hard, cats have nine lives, and I have countless lives. Sixth Senior Brother, we can't compare to you in terms of medical skills, even if you heal, no matter what kind of medicine you make me, I don't blame you. ”

"Well, I'm just saying that it's possible that you won't be able to stand again, but it's also possible that you'll be fine soon. The Ghost King has gone to harvest the Phantom Blood Vine, and there is a great hope that you will be cured. Qin Mufeng didn't like patients to make demands on him, even if someone who was close to him was forced to treat the patient to what extent, he would be disgusted. Therefore, other doctors comfort the patient first, and he scares the patient first.

He handed the decoction, and she closed her eyes and drank it in one go. If she didn't care about the injury at all, she couldn't do it, her heart was a little sullen, and the spirit she had just cultivated was exhausted, and she fell asleep again after chatting with Hang Wuyi and them for half an hour.

On the twenty-third day of the winter month, Cheng Haofeng recovered physically and mentally, he suppressed all kinds of complicated thoughts, and flew to the main gate of Zixiao Palace with great energy.

Seeing him land from the clouds, someone had already spread it all the way to Duan Mengrou's ears. He didn't go straight to the main hall, but stood outside the door and watched for a while.

Zixiao Palace is outside the city, and its area is much wider than that of Xianyun Temple. The pattern is not a large courtyard surrounded by a wall like Xianyunguan, and many small courtyards are separated in the middle; It was a seven-story palace built on the mountain, and Duan Mengrou lived in the highest palace. From there to the outside of this gate, those who walk like flies walk for a quarter of an hour.

Cheng Haofeng squinted his eyes slightly and looked at the temple, only to see a ridge of golden glazed tiles under the morning sun of the snow, bright and radiant, each hall has a copper corridor pillar carved with a majestic dragon, the pilgrims in the hall come and go, and the cigarette smoke is full of mist.

He walked up the stone steps unhurriedly, he came to question, and even more so to seek justice for his fiancée and apprentice. It's not time for Duan Mengrou and them to completely tear their faces, but they can't let the people they care about be hurt in vain.

This Zixiao Palace is full of incense, and there is an endless stream of pilgrims coming to the court in the early morning. Cheng Haofeng didn't arrange a guard of honor, and he didn't even bring an entourage, unless he was required for the ceremony, he was all alone. In his opinion, those pomp and circumstance are useless except to show status. Most of the pilgrims came in groups of three or five, and he seemed a little lonely when he walked alone.

After Duan Mengrou and the others learned the news of Hu Xianxian's injury, they were ready to deal with Cheng Haofeng, they thought that he would come to the door with great momentum, but he came like this, which made them confused. The original preparations had to be changed, and the people involved in the matter were panicked and busy. They were so anxious that they couldn't guess what Cheng Haofeng was going to do, but he walked slowly and let them guess dizzy.

Among the pilgrims are devout believers, there are also those who come to pray for blessings when there is something temporary, and many come to visit the mountains and rivers in the name of burning incense. Those sons and brothers who traveled in the mountains and rivers all brought delicate and willow-like female companions, and those women lowered their eyes from time to time to glance at Cheng Haofeng a few times.

Cheng Haofeng didn't wear the imperial feather coat today, nor did he wear a Taoist robe, but wore half-worn ordinary clothes. The pale blue robe has turned a little whitish, and the clothes are a little shabby.

"Ben Gongzi brought you here to have fun, what are you doing with that poor scholar? Want to die? Seeing that the female companion peeked at Cheng Haofeng curiously, those sons and brothers were a little unhappy, but most of them endured it, and only one of them got angry.

"I didn't ...... There is no ......," the woman beside him hurriedly lowered her eyebrows and pleased.

"You just stare at him and still don't admit it? Say, how long have you hooked up? Is he your best friend? "That boy and brother don't give up.

Cheng Haofeng heard someone arguing over him, so he looked at them. Several other people persuaded the angry guy not to cause trouble early in the morning, but he didn't listen to the persuasion, and scolded in front of Cheng Haofeng.

There are also some people with unusual minds among them, after secretly looking at Cheng Haofeng, they feel that he looks like a poor scholar, and his facial features are also ordinary, but the sword eyebrows and starry eyes make him have a handsome and outstanding bearing that ordinary scholars never have. In contrast, they themselves are wrapped in silk and satin like peacocks with a dazzling appearance.

The angry boy was a strong man in everything and stubborn, and he felt that his friends in the same industry were biased towards Cheng Haofeng, and he was even more angry.

The women they brought frequently looked sideways at Cheng Haofeng, just because he didn't look like a rich and powerful person, they knew in their hearts that they should talk to the people around them, but he had a feeling that was different from the men they had seen before, which made them involuntarily look at Cheng Haofeng.

The more they looked at him, the more they looked at him, the boy couldn't hold back his anger anymore, and he turned from pointing at Sang and scolding Huai to shouting at Cheng Haofeng directly.

Looking at the people who rushed over with their sleeves and fists, Cheng Haofeng smiled shallowly at them. The light smile and clear gaze caused everyone who looked at him to be a little stupid.

Protective Aura Bounced off those who had hit him, who cried and shouted for mercy, and two more fell down the stone steps. Cheng Haofeng ignored the chaos behind him and continued to move forward slowly.

The noise alarmed the people of Zixiao Palace, and when they rushed to deal with it, they met Cheng Haofeng, and they all saluted respectfully. Seeing that they respected him so much, and called him a "national teacher", those sons and brothers were a little afraid, and hurriedly knelt down and begged for mercy.

Cheng Haofeng waved his hand at them and walked forward on his own. He's here to make trouble, not to cause trouble, and he doesn't want to cause trouble. He was actually a little grateful to that son-in-law brother in his heart, who helped him invisibly put pressure on Zixiao Palace.

In the flower hall behind the seventh main hall of Zixiao Palace, Duan Mengrou sat on a lotus-shaped wooden couch, and behind him stood a young girl in green clothes and a young man in white clothes. She knelt beside Shui Miaoxu, and at her feet lay a crying Azo, and two big men with steel whips stood on both sides of the door.

Cheng Haofeng approached the flower hall, Duan Mengrou hurriedly got up to greet the door, and after the two exchanged pleasantries, they walked into the hall.

After Cheng Haofeng sat down, Duan Mengrou also sat back on the couch, she pointed at Ah Zuo and said bitterly: "Senior nephew Cheng, the accidental injury of Senior Nephew Hu and the disciple was all because of her personal revenge, and no one instructed her to do it. Everything started because of my lax discipline, and now I have tied her up and let Cheng Shi and nephew punish her. “

He didn't look at Ah Zuo, and replied in a flat tone: "She is a disciple of Zixiao Palace, since Senior Uncle Duan has determined that she is guilty, how should he deal with Xi Tingzun." “