Shen Si and his father welcomed the three of them into the house, and as soon as they entered the door, the demon smelled a faint smell of blood.

The demon looked around, and could almost confirm that the smell was wafting from behind the hidden door on the left hand side of the main hall.

Father Shen saw that the demon's gaze stopped at the door, and sighed softly and said, "Xiao Siniang and Ah Jing are in that room. ”

"Can I go in and see them?" The demon asked.

Father Shen nodded hurriedly: "If you ......"

Father Shen wanted to speak and stopped, but the demon guessed what he wanted to say: "Old man, although we are immortal cultivators, we can't live the flesh and bones of the dead. ”

When Shen's father heard this, it seemed that the last glimmer of hope in his heart had been extinguished, and his old face was like ice and snow on the dragon, pale and lonely.

"Still, we can help her recover sooner." The demon said, looking at Mu Yu expectantly, "You're right?" ”

"Master doesn't know how to heal wounds." Mu Yu spread his hands and said.

"But I clearly remember that after the Zhongzhou Battle of Xiangliu, you treated my injuries." The demon was surprised.

"Because it's you, that's why it works." Mu Yu said.

When the demon heard this, he was even more confused, but at this moment, Pu Jia stood up and said softly: "Leave the matter of healing Miss Ajing to me." ”

The palms of the trees glowed with a faint blue halo, rendering the entire main hall as blue as the deep sea. The tears of the Nine Heavens Golden Phoenix rose slowly in this faint blue light, in Pu Jia's palm.

Shen Si and his father were dumbfounded when they saw this, if it weren't for the demon being quick and holding one with one hand, the two would have fallen to their knees again.

The faint blue streamer receded like a tide, and Pu Jia clinged to the tears of the Nine Heavens Golden Phoenix, and said to Shen Si: "Although the broken arm can't be regenerated, at least her wounds can heal without excessive blood loss and sequelae." ”

After Shen Si thanked him again, he led everyone into the next room.

Shen Si's mother had fallen asleep on a table, while Shen Si's wife was lying motionless on the bed.

The bright light of the sky was reflected on Ah Jing's cheeks through the window on the wall, oozing a snowy whiteness.

Her severed arm was wrapped in a shabby garment. Blood seeped through his clothes, reflecting a dull silver in the dull sky.

Hearing someone come in, Shen's mother, who had not been sleeping very well, woke up, she looked at these strangers who walked into the house, and was a little panicked for a while, looking at her husband and son at a loss.

Father Shen walked up to her and whispered something in her ear. The expression on Shen's mother's face changed from panic to surprise, she opened her mouth, obviously wanting to say something, but seeing Shen's father shaking his head imperceptibly, she had to keep silent.

Shen Si walked to the bed, looked at Ah Jing's miserable appearance, and couldn't help but burst into tears, Pu Jia walked up to him and patted him on the shoulder as if comforting.

"Mu Yu, come and help me." Pu Jia beckoned to Mu Yu.

Mu Yu glanced at the demon demon, although he was reluctant to let Pu Jia send him, but after thinking about it, it was more important to heal his wounds and save people, so he stepped forward and asked, "What do you need me to do?" ”

"Help me untie the clothes that are wrapped around my wounds." Pu Jia Road.

Mu Yu resisted the urge to ask rhetorically, "Why don't you come by yourself", leaned down, and carefully untied the clothes wrapped in the broken arm, exposing the shocking wound to the moonlight.

Seeing the wound on his wife's broken arm for the first time, Shen Si was shocked and distressed, and he couldn't stand for a while, and sat down on the ground.

Pu Jia brought the tears of the Nine Heavens Golden Phoenix to the wound. Wisps of soft light, like ripples in the water, rippled in the air, falling on Ah Jing's wounds, soaked in bloody flesh.

Under the treatment of the Nine Heavens Golden Phoenix Tears, those flesh and blood began to grow at a speed visible to the naked eye, slowly wrapped around Sen Ran's broken bones, and after a few breaths, the injury on the broken arm actually recovered eight or nine times out of ten, and even his face gradually became ruddy and stood up, and his breathing became more and more stable.

Pu Jia twisted a spell, put away the golden phoenix tears, and whispered to Shen Si, "Let her have a good rest." ”

Shen Si nodded gratefully, and the few of them returned to the main hall again.

At this time, the sky was completely bright, and Shen's mother went to prepare breakfast for everyone.

The demon was just about to talk to Father Shen about the blood curse in the village, but Pu Jia was the first to inquire about the news of the Youquan Grass.

"Old man, I heard Shen Si say that there are many Youquan grasses growing on the back slope of the Village of No Return." Pu Jia Road.

"I'm over 100 years old, and I actually call others the elderly." The demon muttered quietly.

Pu Jia didn't hear what the demon said, he looked over as if asking, and the demon coaxed him before he opened his mouth: "Praise you." ”

"Praise me?" Pu Jia looked hesitant.

"That's right, praise you for being young and old, and being old and strong." Demon Dao.

Although Pu Jia didn't hear what the demon said at the beginning, Mu Yu heard it clearly, and when he heard the demon sophistry, he laughed out loud directly.

Pu Jia was even more confused, he turned to Mu Yu and said, "What are you laughing at?" ”

"I think the demon is right." Mu Yu said.

Pu Jia obviously didn't accept this statement, but just thought about it, what bad thoughts could the demon have, so he simply stopped being entangled, turned to Father Shen and continued: "I don't know if the old man knows, how to tell the age of the Youquan Grass. ”

Father Shen pondered for a moment and said, "There are indeed a lot of Youquan grasses growing on the back slope, and most of them are at least a hundred years old. ”

Father Shen paused and continued: "As for how to tell the age, it's actually very simple. The new spring grass is light green, limited to 100 years, and the color deepens every 100 years. The Youquan grass that is more than 1,000 years old is all black. ”

When the three of them heard this, their spirits were lifted, and Pu Jia continued to ask expectantly: "On the back slope, can there be a thousand-year-old secluded spring grass?" ”

Father Shen nodded without hesitation and said, "Naturally, there is." ”

"I remember it was a summer when I was a kid." Father Shen's gaze became distant and long, "When I was playing on the back slope, I saw a black Youquan grass. ”

"Do you remember where that spring grass grows?" Pu Jia asked with the excitement in her heart.

Father Shen shook his head slowly.

"Don't remember?" Pu Jia was a little disappointed.

Father Shen coughed and said, "It's not that I don't remember, but I don't." ”

"What's missing?" Pu Jia's heart suddenly sank to the bottom.

Mu Yu, who was still gloating about Fang Cai's matter, also swept away the smile on his face, and looked at Father Shen with a solemn face, as if he was waiting for an answer, but he was afraid to know this answer.

Even the demon suddenly felt a sense of loss in his heart.

Father Shen also noticed the sudden solemn atmosphere, and he sighed lightly and said, "The Youquan grass on the back slope has already been burned clean by a fire. ”