No one knew what had happened to the Mo people, as if they had been covered in snow overnight.

In order to repay the kindness, the people erected hundreds of tombstones next to the Fengtian Stone.

The names of Mo Han and Xiao Qing are engraved on the steles on both sides of Mo Zhen's tombstone, and the bright red cinnabar handwriting represents that the two have not yet married.

On the night when the Mo Clan, which had stood for hundreds of years, turned into ruins, the Seventy-two Halls of Eight Halls under the Shadow Sect thousands of miles away were jointly strangled by the Ice Sect and the Fire Sect, allowing all the Bloodthirsty Sects that were subordinate to the Hidden Hall to survive.

The Divine Dragon Dynasty was furious and sent earth-level masters to join forces with the Shadow Sect to attack the Ice Sect and the Fire Sect.

The two major clans used the terrain and formation enchantment to prevent the army of the Shenlong Dynasty from moving forward, and the two sides were facing each other in tension on the border.

The entire Shenlong Dynasty is in the midst of a cold winter, and there is a paradise that is as warm as spring.

The south side of the dragon vein is illuminated by the rising sun, and the snow reflects the sun magnificently and enchantingly.

A waterfall flew down from the dragon vein, falling into the deep pool and making a splash, and a faint rumbling sound could still be heard several miles away.

The water of the deep pool meanders eastward among the flowers and trees, and it is a cold winter, but there is a warm spring scenery.

"Grandpa, let's catch a fish and eat it!"

A seven or eight-year-old child was running towards a stream, and the small basket behind him contained freshly picked medicinal herbs, bobbing from side to side as the child ran.

"Bao, slow down, slow down!" an old man with a white beard also carried a basket on his back, followed closely behind with a wooden stick, raised his hand and shouted with a smile.

Po squatted down by the stream, his hands splashing the cool water, the sun shining on his childish smiling face, and the sound of giggling came out of the gap between one of his lost front teeth.

The old man chased to the edge of the stream, his snow-white long beard trembled with his breath, he untied his back basket and rolled up Ah Bao's half of his sleeves wet by the stream, and said, "Ah Bao wants to eat fish, grandpa will catch a fish for Ah Bao, wait!"

The old man rolled his loose sleeves over his shoulders, stooped down and rolled up his trousers, took out a net pocket from his basket, tested the temperature of the water, and walked into the middle of the stream.

"Bao, you can't go into the water!" the old man instructed uneasily.

"Okay!" Po said casually with bright eyes staring at the stream for fish.

The creek is four or five meters wide, the water is knee-deep, the sand and gravel are clearly visible, and the frolicking small fish flicker to the left and to the right.

The old man was about to bow over to catch a big fish nearly a foot long, when he suddenly heard Ah Bao shouting, "Grandpa, what do you think it is?"

The old man looked in the direction that Po pointed to, and there was a tuft of grass growing on the side of a raised stone in the stream, and the grass seemed to stop something.

The old man waded into the water and leaned forward, trying to see what was behind the grass.

I saw a wisp of red clothes rippling with the waves, "That black is hair!" The old man was shocked.

"Ahh

Po heard that it was a person, and took two steps back in panic.

The old man's feet were pierced by the edges and corners of the stones, and his body fell into the stream with a crooked body, and his coarse linen clothes were wet and stuck to his body.

Ignoring this, the old man immediately got up and walked with difficulty towards the grass.

The stream was waist-deep, and the old man turned the red-clothed man floating face down behind him, and called out "Ahhh

Seeing the handsome face of the young man in red, as an elder, he was heartbroken and regretful to see the younger generation drowning at a young age, and he held Mo Han's back up above the water with his hands, and dragged it to the shore with difficulty.

This young man in red is none other than Mo Han.

The old man was exhausted after dragging Mo Han ashore, and sat on the ground to check Mo Han's pupils.

Ah Bao approached cautiously, took two steps and paused, for fear of seeing the face of the green fangs, and was always ready to escape.

Ah Bao saw that Mo Han's face was pale but still handsome, and he didn't let him have any fear, but shouted happily: "Grandpa, this brother is so good-looking!"

The old man's face was solemn and waved his hand at Ah Bao to tell him not to make noise, he felt that Mo Han had drowned, but he still hoped that he would have a trace of life.

Kneel on the ground and bend down, and put your ear in front of Mo Han's mouth and nose, so that you can detect the faintest breath.

"No breath!" the old man was originally lucky, but now his heart was completely heavy, and he sighed and sat weakly on the ground.

The old man saw Mo Han wearing a wedding dress, and he felt even more sorry in his heart, and couldn't help but look at Mo Han's face again.

I just feel that Mo Han is not like a short-lived person, how did he suffer such a catastrophe?

So he sat cross-legged on the ground again, put Mo Han's arm on his lap, and closed his eyes slightly.

Mo Han's pulse was as calm as water, and he didn't notice the slightest sign of life.

When the old man was about to let go of Mo Han's wrist, he noticed a pulse, the old man thought it was an illusion, but his heartbeat couldn't help but speed up.

"Bang... "Bang bang" pulse, although slight, felt louder than a heartbeat in the elderly.

"Bao, quick, my brother still has a pulse, go home and call my uncle and uncle, remember to bring my medical kit!" The old man's dim eyes flashed with surprise.

Po turned around and ran home, and after running a distance, he responded, "I know!"

Po was thin and agile like a panicked rabbit, and soon disappeared into shadow.

The old man ripped off Mo Han's clothes so that he wouldn't be bound by his clothes and couldn't breathe, and when he saw a black palm print on Mo Han's chest, he was so shocked that even his hands began to tremble.

Mo Han was hit in the chest by Li Quan's 'Demon Dragon Palm' and his meridians were shattered, and he left behind cold poison.

It's just that the faint aura in the shield talisman resists the spread of cold poison, and the black cold poison palm print wriggles on the chest, and the earthy yellow flesh buds bulge around the palm print, like a city wall to prevent the spread of cold poison.

The 'Fire Spirit Technique' condensed into a glimmer of flame in the subconscious, shuttling through the black cold poison like red lightning.

After the flame and the cold poison came into contact, it made an inaudible squeak, and after the flame disappeared, the cold poison turned into wisps of black gas and evaporated.

This phenomenon is the first time the old man has seen it, and he didn't expect that a person can use exercises to get rid of cold poison in an unconscious state.

"It seems that this future life must not be an ordinary person!" the old man was surprised and sighed, and his confidence in healing Mo Han increased greatly.

wiped the drops of water on his face with his hands, kept looking back, and said anxiously: "These children, can't come yet!"

At this moment, Po's anxious voice came, "It's just ahead, it's here!"

The old man turned around in surprise and saw that the eldest son Ah Niu was carrying a bamboo bed, the second son Ah Di was holding a pair of quilts, and Ah Le and Ah Kui from the neighbors also ran over.

Although Ah Bao was thin and small, he ran the fastest, and kept turning around and urging: "Uncle and uncle, can you big man run faster!"

"Ah, ah, Bao, we have run, we have run all the way, we are not idle, don't, don't rush!" Ah stubborn said with a pale face and panting.

All four of them were sweating profusely, wiping the sweat from their foreheads and cheeks with their sleeves as they ran.

The old man guessed that Mo Han should have been knocked off the cliff and fell into the deep pool so that he was not crushed, and then went down with the water to get here before being blocked by the aquatic plants.

If so, it would be better not to reveal his identity.

Seeing a few people coming, the old man hurriedly covered Mo Han's wound with clothes and urged: "Ah Niu, quickly, quickly put down the bamboo bed!" Adi spread the quilt on the ground and carried him up with the quilt. ”

The four of them gently lifted Mo Han onto the quilt, and then one of them carried a quilt corner to carry Mo Han to the bamboo bed.

Seeing that Mo Han no longer had any signs of life, and his face was as white as paper, he sighed and said, "Uncle, this person is drowning, why are you so energetic!"

Ah Niu glared and said unhappily: "You are dying, what kind of medicine to take!"

"You, okay, it's okay to save it!, let's go!" Ah Niu's choked words and didn't know how to answer, so he unhappily lifted the corner of the bamboo bed and hurried back.

The old man was afraid that Ah Stubborn's body would not be able to bear it, and he was afraid that he would walk slowly and delay the treatment time, so he replaced the bamboo bed with Ah Stubborn.

After arriving home, the old man was so tired that he couldn't straighten his waist, but he still didn't delay, and commanded a few people to carry Mo Han into a separate grass hut, and instructed them to take a large wooden bucket, boil water, and weigh herbs.

After everything was ready, the old man sent a few people to leave Ah Niu, and the two of them carried Mo Han to soak in the warm water of turquoise herbs.

The potion just didn't pass Mo Han's neck, and the old man took a razor to shave Mo Han's hair, and said without looking back: "Ah Niu, go out, change Ah Ying!"

"Dad, this, this is not appropriate!" Ah Niu said with wide eyes.

"You clumsy people, it's important to save people, go quickly!" the old man urged.

Ah Ying is dressed in green clothes, although she is a village girl, she has a girlish lightness.

After pushing the door in, he saw that the old man had shaved most of Mo Han's hair, leaving only a piece at the back of his head.

Ah Ying fell on Mo Han's face, and when she saw Mo Han's handsome face, her face turned red, her heart pounded, and she lowered her head and said shyly, "Dad, what are you looking for?"

"You come and help him, I'm going to give him a needle. The old man raised his eyes and looked at Ah Ying, knowing that she was a little shy, but this was the only way to do it at this time.

Ah Ying trotted forward, rolled up her sleeves to reveal her white arms, bent down and pulled Mo Han's shoulders with both hands and stuck them against the wall of the barrel.

The old man took out a pack of silver needles from the medicine box, roasted them on the candle flame, and inserted them into the top of Mo Han's head.

Not long after, Mo Han's head was covered with dozens of silver needles, and the silver needles shook slightly as his body trembled.

After Mo Han's body was soaked in a mild potion, the air mass in the middle dantian slowly rotated.

The old man's silver needle awakened Mo Han's subconscious, and the air flow fused with the shield talisman aura began to flow along the broken meridians as if it was being suggested.

At this time, the meridians are slowly healing, and although they are still fragile, they can also be used as channels for the flow of aura.

The aura is like an army of thousands of horses, surging from every meridian in the body to the chest.

The trace of flame condensed by the 'Fire Spirit Technique' was replenished with enough aura, and the flame became hotter and more powerful, refining cold poison like an angry fire dragon.

"Ah Ying, don't get your hands wet!" the old man prompted.