Yan's mother withdrew from the room, she had many questions waiting for her son and daughter-in-law to answer, what was the past and present life? What does the osmanthus tree have to do with talking? Why do you die if you cut down a tree? But she knew that it would be like this, and she agreed to Mrs. Yun.

When I arrived in the courtyard, I looked at this small and half-deep osmanthus tree, and I felt a little dull at this time, as if I was about to fall down at any time.

Inside the Breeze View.

Sanleng only felt that he was in another place in a blink of an eye, and he only felt that the immortal chief beside him was superb.

"Immortal Chief, what can I do to save her?" Miryo asked anxiously.

"If the tree lives, she will be fine, let you come to teach you how to revive the tree, your numerology is that water can nourish the tree, so that it can turn death into life."

"You don't have to do anything else, but it takes you ten years to live, can you?"

"Ten years of life, if it weren't for her, I might have died early, just ten years of life is naturally willing, even if the immortal chief takes it."

Sanleng did not hesitate between his words, this is what he should return.

Mo Daochang nodded, took out a small flag and a gossip mirror from the platform, held the mirror in his left hand, drew a flag in the air with his right hand, and lit it seven times at the center of the eyebrows of the three edges, and chattered for a while before stopping.

A white light entered the mirror, and Sanleng felt his body weak for a while, but when he thought that she would be fine, he couldn't help but smile.

is also in this world, otherwise how can it be so simple to borrow life to continue life, Mo Dao Chang said.

Mo Daochang knew that there was no delay now, so he took the gossip mirror in his hand and went towards Yan's Mansion with three edges.

Yan Rui has been talking to her, worried that she won't wake up again once she sleeps.

Dr. Chen just came, and then waved his hand and said that he wanted him to prepare for the future, and he couldn't find out what the reason was, but this person was indeed dying and dying.

Yan Rui regretted it, regretted what he said that day, regretted not accompanying her well in the past two days, regretted why he went out today, if he was at home, he would not have let Mrs. Yun come to cut down the tree.

It's a pity that now he can only gently hug her, talking about the things between the two before, telling her not to fall asleep, but there is no way to pull her back from the brink of life and death.

Yan's mother, who returned to the room, burst into tears as she listened, and she also knew something about their past lives and the like.

was worried, and there was a clear voice outside the room.

"Old lady, Daoist Mo is here, and Daoist is casting spells on the osmanthus tree in the courtyard."

Yan's mother was overjoyed when she heard this, got up and turned her head to see that Wan Qing was about to come in in a hurry.

She hurriedly walked out of the room and asked Wan Qing to tell the two people in the bedroom the news, so that their grief could be eased.

"Daoist Mo." Before the curtain of the door was completely opened, Yan's mother shouted.

When she walked out, she saw Mo Daochang holding a gossip mirror in his hand and facing the osmanthus tree, stepping on the seven-star step and chanting a spell or something, she was busy putting away the words behind, don't disturb Mo Daochang.

Sanleng leaned against the corner with a pale face, and now he also knew that the old lady knew this immortal, and he was much more relieved.

When the two people in the room heard that Mo Daochang was coming, the hope in their hearts was also ignited, but Yan Rui didn't worry about leaving her here, otherwise he would have gone out and begged Mo Daochang to cure him.

Outside, I saw Mo Daochang throw the gossip mirror into the air, the gossip mirror was fixed in mid-air, facing the osmanthus tree, and as Mo Daochang pinched his hands, a silver-white light slowly threw it into the osmanthus tree from the mirror.

As the light sank into the tree, the two-inch-deep hole in the trunk of the osmanthus tree gradually grew back at a speed visible to the naked eye, until it was restored to its original appearance.

When Yan Mu saw it, she said in her heart that this Mo Daochang's Taoism was profound, and it was really a fairy method.

And the smile on the corner of the three-edged mouth has never stopped, and now she should be fine.

Mo Daochang took the mirror, exhaled a long breath, and closed his eyes there to recuperate.

In the room, Li Tianyan, who originally had a heavy head and heavy eyes, and couldn't even see Yan Rui's face clearly, felt that his head was not dizzy at all, and he no longer felt that his chest was stuffy and he was vomiting blood.

Seeing things a lot clearer, but her body was still weak, Yan Rui also felt it, helped her to sit upright, took a clean futon and covered her, and left the original one aside.

The two looked at each other and smiled, there was no estrangement, but they didn't know what was going on outside.

"Talk, I won't doubt you again, never again!"

The two hugged each other tightly, Yan Rui touched her hair with one hand and said in her ear.

She smiled and buried her head in his shoulder, she would never have the idea of going early again, she was too little in the past three years, if only she could ask Mo Dao for help to make these three years longer.

"We're going to take a look outside, I'm afraid it took a lot of effort for Mo Daochang." Li Tianyan put away his tears, looked at him and smiled.

"You can just rest and lie down here, how can you go out to blow the wind before your body is well." As he spoke, he beckoned to Yunqing and asked her to take good care of her words.

He walked outside under her gaze.

Watching him walk out, she stretched out her hand and wanted to grab something, and as soon as her body was weak, she was about to fall, and was held by Yun Qing.

"Madam, it's okay, it's okay, the young master is only afraid that he wants to be inseparable from you now." Wan Qing whispered.

Yan Rui came out of the room, and saw his mother and Mo Daochang talking, and then raised his eyes to look at the osmanthus tree, the trunk that was originally cut out with a big gap is now the same as before, if it weren't for the broken wood on the ground, he would have thought that the previous tree cutting had not happened.

"Mo Daochang, it turns out that this is the case, I understand, I am their mother, how can I bear to see them separated again."

Yan's mother listened to Mo Daochang's story to Yan Rui in their previous life, and sighed for a while, the fate of her previous life, no matter how much she thought about Nan Xiangzhai, she would not tear down her son and daughter-in-law, so that they would be separated by yin and yang again.

"Daoist Mo, Yan Rui thanked the Daoist for this incident, but Yan Rui really couldn't repay him, so he had to give a salute to thank Daoist for saving his life."

Mo Daochang pulled up Yan Rui, who was about to bow down to him, and said, "For this matter, it is not me who you should thank, but him." As he spoke, he pointed to the pale triangular edge in the corner.

Then he said, "This time I can bring this osmanthus tree back to life, or borrow the ten-year life of the three-edged friend, you should thank him." ”

Hearing this, Yan Rui was stunned, he didn't expect Sanleng to be very affectionate.

He would be thankful for his gratitude, and he was about to bow down to Sanleng and say, "Ten years of life, Yan Rui thanked Mrs. ”

Miryng moved away, not accepting his thanks.

Sanleng said, "This is what I owe to my wife, if she hadn't saved me that day, I would have either been beaten to death or starved to death on the streets, young master, you don't have to thank me." ”

"Yan Rui doesn't want to owe anything to others." He got up, glanced at the three edges, and then looked at Mo Daochang and said, "Since the Taoist can use his life to heal the hanging flower tree, then use mine to return the three edges to him." ”

"How can you say that this life span will be repaid, besides, your numerology is golden, and you can't raise this laurel tree." Mo Daochang shook his head and said.

Listening to the words of the Taoist, Sanleng's heart suddenly relaxed.

"Numerology?!" Yan Rui never believed in these things before, but now he believes it more than anyone else, Yan Rui looked at Sanleng, how could he owe him such a big favor, Sanleng's thoughts he knew very well, he didn't want to owe him.

"This matter is over, I should also go back to the Taoist temple, Mrs. Yan, take my leave."

Mo Daochang made a joke and walked towards the outside of the courtyard, and Mrs. Yan was about to step forward to keep people, but just a few steps away, she couldn't catch up with Mo Daochang in front.