Chu Fan quickly changed all his clothes, pants, shoes and socks.

After inhaling a large amount of aura, it washes and cleanses from the inside out, and without eating food, the body is very clean. No smell of sweat, no dust, no need to shower.

Liu Ruofei did what she said.

After a stick of incense, five aunts rushed in, carrying basins, copper mirrors, towels, combs and other things.

Chu someone looked up to the sky and sighed, resigned to his fate.

But their craft is really good. After just a cup of tea, the eyes blinked, and the old hen turned into a duck.

A beautiful son appears in the mirror.

The white clothes are like snow, and the eyes are like bright stars.

The peach heart phoenix pendant hangs close to the neck, covered by the placket, and no one can see the traces.

Because this thing has been hanging on the chest of his beautiful sister, Chu Fan's heart shook instantly when he put it on, and he always felt that his tentacles were slippery, and he smelled a faint fragrance like an orchid and musk.

Liu Ruofei walked in.

The heavy makeup is cleaned, revealing a beautiful and childish face. Seeing Chu Shenzhu succumbing to the clutches of the aunts, he looked very deflated, and bent over with a smile.

She brought two things.

A small silver-white scabbard should be specially made with a good size, and it fits perfectly with the small sword originally inserted in the bamboo tube. The golden tassels of silk adorn the hilt of the sword, and the sheath is carved with a tiger roaring in the sky, making buttonholes that can be hung from the belt as a trinkle.

A piece of green dragon jade pendant is the size of a child's palm.

Liu Ruofei took matters into her own hands, hung the dragon pendant on Chu Fan's left waist, and the small sword on her right waist, took three steps back and admired it, clapped her hands like a little girl, and said triumphantly: "Left green dragon, right white tiger, evil spirits are easy to dispel." ”

Chu Fan saw that she was happy, and his heart was also warm, and he was at his mercy.

"This piece of green dragon jade pendant is Ruofei's ancestor, and it can resist the full blow of the monk of the Fusion God Realm......"

Chu Fan was startled and hurriedly said:

"It's better for you to keep your own self-defense. The ghost cultivator I encountered last time opened the light realm, how dangerous it is......"

Liu Ruofei shook her head and said with a smile:

"It's less effective at defending against ghosts...... The strength is too weak, and it is useless to carry it. If someone misses one hit, they can hit twice. Ruofei is a formation master, and his fighting power with others is inferior. Besides, this is a man's ornament, which is big and heavy, and it is ugly to die when hanging on his body. ”

"Then leave it to your brother, or give it to your father......"

"No need, they have another magic weapon to protect ......"

Chu Fan was about to untie the jade pendant, but stopped when he heard the words.

The heart said that this is the palace, and I don't know how many treasures and magic weapons have been accumulated. I even accepted the breath of others, and I was pretentious.

"That little sword......

"Oh, what's wrong?"

Liu Ruofei hesitated for a while, and felt that it was better to explain clearly to the "immortal" who didn't know anything, and said:

"You have a high-grade flying sword at your waist. Master Tong and I pondered for a long time, and we determined that it was from the South China Sea Sect Kaiguang Upper Realm Monk, and it was even stronger than the Bai Wuchang we encountered that night. The head of the Nanhai faction, Miao Luo Zhenren, is the national teacher of Ji State, with an imposing spirit, and has experienced seven thunderstorms. But she is a woman, the most protective of the short. The flying sword of the Nanhai disciple is different from other sects, it is slender and delicate, mixed with the unique Mithril of Ji Kingdom, which is easy to identify.

Flying swords are the second life for sword cultivation. The sword is in the people, and the sword is dead. The national teacher in the secular world is actually a great monk above the realm of rebirth, who can collect the natal flying sword in his body and accept it in his spiritual aura. The monks under the realm of rebirth will also solemnly hide it in the sword box, warm it day and night, and communicate with their hearts.

I've never seen it like you, sticking it in a bamboo tube and pinning it around your waist casually. It's like a butcher in the market with a sharp knife with a cow ear, hehe...... I put a scabbard on the little sword, and made it into a vulgar trinket. As long as you don't pull it out and look closely, no one will know that this is a natal flying sword. ”

Well, it turns out that the little sword has such a big background, and it may cause trouble in the future. But if you want Chu Fan to throw it away, you are absolutely reluctant. Even if it can't fly, it's as small and convenient as clay. Seeing Liu Ruofei arrange it like this, she was in the middle of it.

As he ascended the stairs, he asked depressedly:

"For ten days, if you don't feed any decoction and food, you won't be afraid that I will die of illness and starvation?"

Liu Ruofei's eyes widened innocently and said:

"I call the pulse every day and listen to my heartbeat. The darkness on your body fades day by day, and your heartbeat and pulse get stronger and stronger. Why do you have to feed something, in case you take the wrong medicine?"

The Great Divine Stick of Chu was completely speechless.

From the ground to the first floor, Chunlan and the other five sword maids greeted them in the hall.

Liu Ruofei took Chu Fan up to the second floor lightly and gently pushed open a door.

A smell of medicine came out, and a palace maid in the house hurriedly came over to salute. Liu Ruofei motioned not to speak and moved her body away.

Chu Fan walked in.

On the bed lay a dying woman, with deep-set eye sockets, a pale complexion, prominent cheekbones, and bulging tendons, and an astonishing thinness.

It was a full moon night, and the spring flower that stabbed Bai Wuchang's sword in the grave mountain of Yangwu County was desperate.

Chu Fan still had the impression she had at that time, with a round face like a red apple. If it weren't for Liu Ruofei's explanation, she really wouldn't have recognized the person in front of her. When he was lying underground, he had heard Chunhua and Tong Jin healing on the second floor, but he didn't pay much attention to it later.

Liu Ruofei's request was actually Chunhua's last wish, wanting to see Chu Fan.

It's as simple as that.

Chu Fan sat down on the edge of the bed and slowly pulled Chunhua's bony wrist.

It was cold, it was cold, the skin was like sandpaper, and the pulse was so weak that it was almost nothing.

Staying in the aura for a few days, and after waking up, he breathed and breathed, and Chu Fan had a little bit of true qi left in his meridians, and immediately crossed into Chunhua's body without hesitation, closing his eyes and perceiving.

It's late, it's too late......

Signs of life in her vital organs were almost gone, and the lights ran out.

Even if Chu Fan sacrificed the spirit crystal that could most stimulate his life potential at the moment, it would be useless. It was not until on that full moon night that she was resuscitated immediately after her injuries that she could recover. Once an organ dies, it is irreversible.

Liu Ruofei arranged her in the Star Picking Building with a strong aura, using the best imperial doctor and the best medicine, but it only delayed the process of exhaustion.

There was silence in the room, and everyone looked at Chu Fan's expression.

The atmosphere was depressing, heavy, and sad.

Stimulated by the true qi, the sleeping spring flower opened her eyes slightly, but her gaze was sloppy. It seems that he can't see the person in front of him clearly, and he seems to be lying here, but his eyes are looking into the void, and his lips are moving.

Her voice was too faint to hear what she was saying.

Chu Fan knew that she was muttering, "I...... I'm not dreaming......"

The palace maid who served her covered her mouth with her hand, and Liu Ruofei's eyes were covered with a layer of mist. Watching her sister leave, but there was nothing she could do.

Chunhua's gaze finally focused on Chu Fan's face, her pale face flushed with a hint of redness, and her fingers trembled as if she wanted to withdraw her hand, but she didn't have the strength.

Chu Fan tightened her cold wrist and continued to input her true qi.

Chunhua looked at him directly, her face showing shyness.

"Yunmeng Gongzi, you are really good-looking......"

The corners of Chu Fan's mouth squeezed out a smile, and he deliberately raised and bent his empty left arm, straightened his chest and stomach, and imitated the pose he posed that night.

The corners of Chunhua's mouth were slightly hooked, revealing a smile, but the look in her pupils was passing quickly, and she said softly:

"I never get tired of seeing it, but I'm leaving...... It's so cold...... Your hands are so warm......"

Chu Fan turned his head to look at Liu Ruofei, and then looked out of the door.

Liu Ruofei understood, led the palace maid out, and gently closed the door.

Chu Fan wrapped Chunhua in a quilt and hugged her to the window.

The bright sun shone on the pale and paper-white haggard cheeks, and Chunhua slightly drilled her head into Chu Fan's arms, and muttered, "It's so comfortable......."

She was really light, getting lighter, as if it had no weight......

No more sounds.

An illusory shadow of a girl appeared outside the window, with a round face, a toned body, a long sword, and a heroic posture.

She looked at Chu Fan, her face showing surprise, joy, and shyness. It's like seeing him wielding a sword like a dragon on that moonlit night, showing off his muscles with his bare shoulders and posing......

She stretched out her arms forward, but it seemed as if she would never get out of the window. In the golden arrow-like sunlight, the figure quickly faded and disappeared......

She melts into the light......

Chu Fan watched quietly and waved goodbye.

After standing by the window for a long time, he carried Chunhua back to the bed, tucked the quilt corner, and opened the door.

Sunlight shines into the room, separating yin and yang on the ground. As the door opened, the line between yin and yang blurred again.

Liu Ruofei hurriedly walked in, went to the side of the bed and sniffed, looked sad, and choked up:

"Spring flowers, autumn moons, spring orchids, and autumn chrysanthemums are all grown up with me, and they are like sisters. Chunhua is the oldest, turning eighteen years old. I used to tell her to marry early, but she wouldn't ......"

"What about her family?" Chu Fan asked.

Liu Ruofei shook her head and said:

"Without family, the palace is their home. ”

"She wanted to see me, not a request. If I had known that the situation was so serious, I would have come up earlier. Alas, she walked away with a smile, don't be too sad......"

He didn't say that it was okay, but after he said it, Liu Ruofei's tears fell straight down.

Chu Fan paused and said:

"Bury her and Qiuyue together, and the two sisters will have a companion. On the day of the funeral, I came to carry the coffin. ”

Liu Ruofei was silent for a few breaths, did not show surprise, and said, "Okay, I will personally send her up the mountain." ”