Lee Sang-woo's illness is getting worse.

In the morning, I could barely talk to my eldest sister, but in the evening, I passed out directly.

The eldest sister Li Juan'er was so frightened that the six gods had no master, but there was nothing she could do, she just hugged Li Xiangyu and cried all the time. A little maid was clever and went out to find a doctor in a hurry.

The doctor had been here a long time ago, and after this re-examination, he shook his head, "The pulse has stopped, madam, please mourn." ”

Li Juan'er only felt a lot of pain in her heart, and remembered her mother's explanation, no matter what the situation, she had to wait for her to come back. He still held on to wipe his brother.

When the younger brother and sister saw that the eldest sister was crying badly, and the third brother was bedridden, they were so frightened that they cried and cried, and they were tired of crying, so they let the maid take care of them and go to sleep.

Li Juaner has been sitting on the edge of the bed and looking at Li Xiangyu in a daze.

"Xiao Yu'er is so handsome, when she grows up, she will definitely make the women of Dai'an dizzy!"

"Xiao Yu'er is so amazing, she can enter the Jiatang to study, my sister will give you a big red envelope!"

"Xiang Yu got the first class in the annual exam, my sister is waiting for you to be the champion!"

The younger brother looked so good when he smiled, the corners of Li Juan'er's mouth were slightly upturned, and tears flowed out again.

......

"Smack!" the porcelain bowl shattered.

I don't know when the little maid who fell asleep on the table woke up.

It was already slightly bright outside, looking at the broken bowl on the ground and rubbing his eyes, Mrs. didn't eat again, and let herself fall.

The little maid stuck out her tongue and said, "Madame......"

Li Juan'er turned her head blankly.

"Ah!" the little maid screamed.

On Li Juan'er's delicate face, there were two lines of blood and tears flowing down silently.

The color is red, like the wedding dress worn by a first-time bride.

......

Lu Guan was far away when he heard a scream. Listening to the voice, it seems to be a maid at home.

The person who sent the letter said that the third son of the Li family was afraid that it would not work, and Lu Guan, who got the news, hurried back, and liked his brother-in-law Lu Guan very much since he knew him.

Sensible, talented, and handsome.

Although he is not in good health on weekdays, he can't say that he can't do it, and he is not an old man in his seventies or eighties.

But this scream made Lu Guan's heart sink.

Hurriedly took a few steps into the house, the maid Chunmei was standing in front of the bed, and the lady was sitting on the edge of the bed and wiping her brother-in-law's face.

Seeing the broken bowl on the ground, Lu Guan breathed a sigh of relief and patted Chunmei's shoulder.

"Ahh Chunmei screamed again, and her little face turned pale with horror.

"What the hell is called, I haven't put the bowl away yet. "Isn't it just breaking a bowl, as for being scared like this.

"Lady. Lu Guan greeted softly.

Li Juan'er turned her head in shock, opened her lips that were chapped due to lack of water, and asked in a dumb voice, "Is the master back?"

Lu Guan was taken aback, sad from the heart, and quickly stepped forward to hug Li Juan'er hard, and was speechless for a while.

"Why is it dark? Why don't you hold the lamp?"

......

There is a Song Mountain in the territory of the Thai Dynasty.

The topography of Songshan is towering, the mountains are continuous, there is Songshan 10,000 feet high, and Luoshui flows for thousands of years.

There is a temple in the middle of the mountain, the name is two Zen temples, it is said that it is extremely effective, and the incense is continuous on weekdays. But few people know that on the top of Songshan Mountain, there is also a two-Zen temple.

echoes the sentence of the ancient temple in the deep mountains, listening to Sanskrit sounds in the clouds.

The top of Songshan Mountain, the entrance of the ancient temple.

A woman in her thirties, dressed in an emerald cigarette shirt, stood at the door, with a three-foot-three long sword hanging beside her, and the word "Jingyue" was engraved on the long sword.

The woman's expression was anxious, but her voice was unhurried, and her tone was not high, but it lasted for a long time.

"Zhao Suxin, the thirty-second generation disciple of the original Sword Pavilion, please see the great virtue of the difficulty!"

The main entrance of the temple was wide open, and a middle-aged monk in a white monk's robe greeted him. The monk came to Zhao Suxin and called a Buddha and said, "The abbot invites Uncle Zhao to see him." ”

Zhao Suxin was worried at the moment, and he didn't care about being polite, so he walked inside.

The ancient temple is very large, there are dozens of rows of houses, Zhao Suxin seems to be very familiar, and it takes a few steps to reach the meditation room of the great virtue.

There are three old monks in the meditation room, all wearing big red robes. Zhao Suxin saluted respectfully, "Three senior brothers, ten thousand blessings." ”

The three of them returned the salute at the same time, and then the old monk in the middle asked, "I don't know about Senior Sister Zhao's trip?"

Zhao Suxin frowned lightly and said: "Xiangyu had another serious illness the day before yesterday, unlike this time, I am afraid of worrying about my life." My true qi is completely useless. ”

The three monks all seemed to know who Xiang Yu was, and they all looked solemn. Although the Sword Pavilion cultivates a sword, it can be cultivated to a certain level, one law is all over ten thousand laws, and Zhao Suxin's cultivation is helpless, and this matter is afraid of variables.

"Since Xiangyu was kidnapped when he was six years old, he always got sick at the turn of the seasons every year, and I always felt that someone had touched me. It's just that Senior Brother Xingku also checked it secretly, but found nothing. ”

The monk on the left suddenly interjected: "Senior Brother Xing is cultivating the Divine Foot Pass. ”

Zhao Lingsu was silent.

The monk's expression in the middle was even more solemn, "This son has the blessing of Uncle Jingci, it shouldn't be like this." After thinking for a moment, he said to the monk on the left: "This time, I am afraid that I need to take a trip to the senior brother of Xing Compassion and bring a big pill." This son must not be lost. ”

Xing Sadness recited Amitabha Buddha, and nodded his head.

Hearing this, Zhao Lingsu frowned slightly.

Senior Brother Xingbei cultivates the eyes of the sky, can see through all kinds of colors, there are no obstacles, plus the great return of the two Zen temples, I think it can work, right?

......

The land of the Far Arctic North.

The wind grew stronger and stronger, and the small cloud in the sky gradually turned into a thick white cloud, which slowly rose and expanded, covering the sky.

It's snowing again.

Dry cold, cold to the bone.

The people who begged for a living here hid in the tent early, and the polar night was coming, but it was snowing again, and I only hoped that the immortal sky would have mercy and let this damn snow stop as soon as possible, or it would be another difficult year.

In the distance, on the snow, a huge white bear was walking slowly, and a very beautiful woman sat on its back.

The woman was dressed in a long crimson dress, barefoot, and hummed a melodious tune.

"Uh......h Woo......" The vast horn sounded.

The woman's brows furrowed slightly, and a long red whip appeared out of thin air, and with a slight wave, the huge white bear ran like a heavy blow, and ran frantically, with a terrifying speed.

After a short time, a man and a bear came to a raised open field, and looked high, and there were hundreds of big men holding weapons below, forming a long flat formation to defend it.

There were no enemies on the other side, only a large white mist with no end in sight rolling up and down, and the white mist was so dense that it was impossible to see what was inside.

At this moment, the white mist was steaming more and more, as if something wanted to break through the fog, and the entire white mist that was pulled turned into various hideous shapes.

The woman snorted lightly, and didn't see any movement, and there were four small flags on her body flying towards the white mist, which flew bigger and bigger, and when she was close to the white mist, it had grown to dozens of feet.

Four large flags lined up.

The banner was set, and the movements of the struggle in the white fog slowly became smaller, until calm was restored, and there were faint bursts of unwilling roars.

After the roar also died down, two men in a formation rushed over, looking at the distance, but the two men made people feel that they had come in three or two steps.

"Goddess, this seal is becoming more and more unstable. Both of them were carrying Xuanhua axes on their shoulders, with their upper bodies bare, and the muscles on their bronze skin were bulging like fists, and they were extremely fierce.

The woman stared at the white mist that had calmed down again, thoughtfully, and said, "The Four Holy Flags are here to stay. Send someone to watch. ”

"Goddess, this ......" a big man wanted to say but stopped.

"Without the Four Holy Flags, we won't be able to get out of the Snow Mountain, so in my opinion, just release the things inside, and let's go to Zhongzhou together!"

"Do you know what's inside, what if you want to release it and slaughter us first?"

The woman didn't care about the quarrel between the two, and rode away on the white bear by herself.

Snow-capped mountains rise high in the distance.

My little father-in-law, grow up quickly.

Come and marry a slave family.