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Du Yu didn't sleep for three days and three nights, and he didn't leave the room, but just told the waiter not to come to him if he didn't have anything important, and then practiced the Great Light Mantra in the room, figuring out the light.

He did not feel enlightened and become a Buddha like the legendary monks of the past dynasties, but in these three days and three nights, he unexpectedly opened up the second vein of Ren Du, and the internal force ran the Zhou Tian cycle, and at the same time he felt that the internal force in the body was warmer than before, not only physically, but also spiritually, just like soaking in water.

After he did the ancient yoga of both internal and external cultivation again, he found that his internal force had not changed, and it was still the internal force of Zhongzheng and peaceful Buddhism, but as long as he visualized the light in his heart, the internal force would become warm, and even had a little bit of blazing signs.

Just as he was feeling the amazing effect of the Great Light Spell, there was a knock on the door outside his room.

"Please come in!" Du Yu put away his ancient yoga posture, changed into a big robe and opened the door.

"Lord Olroin, Lord Eddard Stark wants you to meet him, in the Divine Wood Forest." The messenger was an ordinary guard, unlike Du Yu, who did not have a fief, but had the title of knight and was also named in the Honor Guard.

"What's going on?" Du Yu tied a soft whip around his waist and wore a long robe on his body, he now practiced the Great Light Mantra, and he was already able to resist the cold wind of the harsh winter, in the surprised eyes of the guards, he went out lightly and went straight to the Divine Wood Forest.

"Lord Stark's youngest son, Bran Stark, has fallen from the remnants of the tower, and his fate is unknown." The guard hurriedly replied when he heard Du Yu's inquiry, and then added. "Master Stark is a good man, and I hope Bran gets better soon."

"Of course, he'll be fine." Du Yu answered casually and soon came to the Divine Wood Forest.

Winterfell's Sacred Wood Forest is a dark and pristine place, with ancient trees that have not changed for thousands of years stretching across the surrounding three acres. The main tree species are sentinel, oak and iron trees, but there are also hawthorn trees, cen trees and soldier pines. In the middle of the forest is an ancient fishbeam tree, shrouded in a pool of black cold pool water.

The bark of this tree is as white as bone, the leaves are deep red, and the trunk is carved with a deep, melancholy human face. Its deep-set eyes were filled with dried red sap, like the palms of a human hand. Thousands of years of accumulated humus covers the ground.

As Sansa Stark said, the Sacred Grove has a primal feel, and even here, deep in the fortified fortress in the heart of the capital, you can still feel the Old Gods staring at you with thousands of unseen eyes.

For the heart tree, Du Yu just glanced at it, and then turned his gaze to Eddard Stark, who was sitting under the tree, this traditional northern man who valued honor and tradition and ignored arguments was more silent than before, and he stuck the Valyrian greatsword "Ice" in his hand deep into the dirt.

"Mistress Stark, are you looking for me?" Du Yu saw that Eddard Stark didn't speak, so he had to speak first.

"Ah, visitor from afar, Aloin, you are finally here." Stark's voice seemed to be an aria, he was not usually like this, and it was conceivable that Bran's falling tower hit him hard, arousing many hidden fears and bad guesses in his heart.

"Bran fell from the tower, and his mother, my wife, sat on the edge of the bed with him, and kept watch over Bran day and night. She sent for a meal to be brought to her room, as well as a commode, and a small hardboard bed, and she did not close her eyes at all, and fed Bran herself every day with a drink of honey, boiling water, and herbs. ”

"But my little Bran, there's no sign of waking up." Eddard Stark's deep voice lays out the facts that have happened, and the bland narration hides his great grief.

"So, Lord Stark, what do you want me to do?" Du Yu's face did not change in the slightest.

"He's used to climb high places, the remnant tower, he's climbed at least seven times, he's naturally very agile, he's good at it and he's never missed." Eddard Stark ignored Du Yu's questioning and continued to state his thoughts.

"So do you think someone deliberately pushed him down, or are you suspicious of me?" Du Yu's eyes froze, he didn't mind saving Stark, but he was not a virgin, so there was no need to work hard to save the world under the premise of being suspected.

"I'd love to know, where have you been these three days? Oroin from the East! Eddard Stark raised his head, and two sharp swords of light burst out from his cloudy eyes, shooting at Du Yu, trying to see through the oriental's trick.

Eddard is a generous person who will not suspect others casually without evidence, but Caitlin Tully did not trust Du Yu as a stranger, and after her son's accident, the first thing she suspected was Lannister and Du Yu under the pseudonym Oloin, and after learning that Du Yu and Tyrion Lannister had some exchanges, this woman completely believed her suspicions and kept telling Eddard Stark about Du Yu's suspicions.

This time, the mysterious and indescribable power that brought Du Yu fame has become the biggest reason why he is suspected!

"I've been in my room for the past three days without leaving, and your guards can attest to that." Du Yu replied calmly.

"Yes, my guards did not see you leave, but, please tell me, for three days without eating or drinking, did you really not leave! Please don't lie to me, even in the most difficult years, I have never seen anyone go without a grain of rice for three days in a row! ”

Eddard Stark's face was full of suspicion and confusion about Du Yu, and the deep wrinkles intertwined with the human face on the fish beam, staring at Du Yu.

"Tell me, then, Euloin from the East, is this also your Oriental witchcraft? Did you really never leave the room? ”

"No, I don't have to lie to you, and I don't have to mutilate a seven-year-old child! And I have sworn to you, and I will not break my vow easily! Du Yu said categorically.

There was silence for a while.

"Come with me, then." Eddard Stark wasn't saying anything, he was just skeptical, but never denied. He was confused now, in the past he only had to hold on to the ice sword in his hand and everything would be fine, but now, he didn't even know who to point the sword at.

He dragged his tired body and mind and took Du Yu through the Divine Wood Forest and walked up the stairs, and it began to snow outside, and snowflakes flew into the city gate. The square is bustling with people, but it is still warm and quiet within the heavy stone walls.

With a "squeak", the wooden door of the room was pushed open, and a lifeless woman sat in the room, staring blankly at Bran Stark who was lying motionless on the bed.

Her red hair was not as bright as before, it looked like the dark red of the leaves of the Shenmu Forest Fish Beam, the dull color, and it was entangled in a mess with her head down, and she looked as if she had aged twenty years overnight.

"Caitlin, I'm here, and I've brought Oroin with me." Eddard Stark whispered, and stepped forward to try to hug his wife, but she broke away without a hint of warmth. Bran's Icewolf crouched in the corner, watching warily.

Mrs. Stark turned her head, as if she didn't recognize Du Yu, and after a long time she asked, "What are you doing here?" The tone was flat, extremely lifeless, there was no hatred in his eyes, and there was no joy, and even Du Yu wondered if Eddard Stark's doubts about himself before came from this cat aunt.

"Lord Stark brought me here, dear lady." Du Yu didn't care about her reaction, the loss of a child is the most painful sorrow in a mother's life, even a vicious woman like Cersei is still sad and crazy after losing Joffrey, let alone Caitlin.

"I asked him to come here to see if he could save our child." Eddard Stark eventually hugged Caitlyn tightly, like a skeleton of bones.

"I prayed day and night," she said sluggishly, "that he is my darling." I prayed seven times in the sanctuary to the seven sides of the gods, praying that Ned would change his mind and let Bran stay with me. Maybe the gods got my wish. She didn't seem to see Eddard Stark, who was holding her, tears streaming down her delicate cheekbones.

The flames in the fireplace were crackling and burning, and Du Yu stepped forward to look at Bran lying on the bed, although he knew all the results from the book, Bran would not die, and would master the magic of the ancestors under the teaching of the three-eyed crow. But he has no way to say these things, let alone prove them.

The description on the bed was withered and scrawny, and his feet curled up into disgusting shapes under the blanket. His eyes were sunken, like two black holes, open but blank. He looked like a lonely leaf that was weak from the wind, and a gust of wind was enough to blow him away.

Du Yu turned his internal strength, visualized the Great Light Mantra in his mind, and said something in his mouth, and then put his right hand on Bran's right arm, and the true qi slowly crossed into Bran's body.

The broken meridians, the gradually atrophiing muscles, if you add external judgment, the qi and blood cannot support the lower limbs, the three levels of the spine and sacral are defective, his body is like a broken rag doll, and his consciousness is falling into some kind of deep hypnosis.

"I'm sorry, Master Stark, I can't heal his pain." Du Yu thought about it and shook his head, if it was in modern times, with 3D printing, or with double steel plate internal fixation, absorbable bone round needles, Du Yu knew many ways to cure Bran's physical defects, but in Westeros, he couldn't do anything about it.

The treasure of the system exchange cannot be wasted here by him.

"Then what are you still doing here, get out!" A cold light flashed in Catelyn's eyes, and she screamed at the last word.

However, Du Yu did not move, but looked at Eddard Stark, and in the confusion and slight anticipation of the Duke of Winterfell, Du Yu said: "But thankfully, Bran is not dead, and I can awaken him, your son has an extremely valuable talent, and although he has lost his legs, he has also gained the favor of the old gods. ”

Du Yu's words made Caitlyn's dead fish-like eyes suddenly bloom with a touching look: "The Seven Gods are above, so hurry up and save him, please, Oloin, as long as you can save him, I am willing to give it to you, I am willing to give you everything I have!" She spat out word after word very quickly, incoherent with excitement.

Eddard Stark also looked at Du Yu with hope, he loved his youngest son, but he was not good at expressing it, this deep man loved his family as much as he was loyal to the king.

"As you wish!" Du Yu once again injected internal force, and at the same time recited the Great Light Mantra in his mouth, the compassion of saving people made him look solemn, and inadvertently secretly matched the true meaning of the Buddhism, and the effect of the Great Light Mantra was soon revealed.

After Du Yu withdrew his hand with a pale face, Bran Stark took a deep breath on the bed, and then coughed heavily as if choking.

"Ahem, ahem!"

"Mother, father, what's wrong with me?" In the midst of everyone's surprised gaze, Bran Stark opened his eyes, looked weakly at his parents, and asked slowly.