Because Mu Wei used Mu Zi's companion soul to almost sacrifice to the underworld general and almost led him into a demon, the demonic thoughts in his heart were raised, and it was difficult to suppress them.

However, through midnight meditation, it is obvious that I have a lot of control over my demonic thoughts.

However, the speed of igniting Hao's weather trick was obviously much slower, and the midnight meditation effort actually only added one Haotian trick.

Now look at it as a whole, but it is only seventy-one days.

The heaviest injuries came from the bloody hole in the abdomen.

The injuries caused by Mu Wei's punch are really difficult to heal, and now they can barely stop the bleeding.

At this time, he should calm down and continue to meditate and practice to heal his wounds.

But Ling Tiansu stopped meditating and slowly opened his eyes.

A body of golden light all converged into his body, and the fierce dragon that had been hovering in Murong Heng's palm glanced at Ling Tiansu with unfinished eyes, and also rushed back into the emperor jade.

Murong Heng heard him get up and get out of bed, and hurriedly asked, "What does the prince need?"

In the darkness, Ling Tiansu's voice sounded: "Pen, ink, paper, inkstone." ”

Murong Heng got out of bed one step ahead of him and put on his shoes and socks.

"I'll do it anyway. ”

Although she is in the dark and can't see, after all, she has the strength of the soul condensing realm, and she can also grope away through familiar roads.

He took out the pen, ink, paper, and inkstone he asked for from the bookcase, and took out a few new candles by the way.

Light the candle and lay the pen, ink, paper and inkstone on the desk for him.

The room suddenly became bright again, Ling Tiansu got off the bed, pinched the brush, and Murong Heng didn't ask much, quietly grinding the thick ink, and serving carefully on the side.

Ling Tiansu kept writing and wrote a piece of rice paper.

The night was silent, except for the rustle of pens and the crackling of burning candlesticks.

The years go by, the seasons turn, and the heavy snow falls silently and stops silently.

Outside the windowsill garden, a waning moon appeared and set, and a gray color appeared in the sky not far from the morning light.

Even though Murong Heng was injured, he did not return to the bed to sleep, but slowly grinded, his red sleeves were fragrant, and he quietly looked at the handwriting and content of his writing.

Does it look like a prescription?

With a slight turn of thought, a light smile appeared on her face, and she immediately understood who he had stopped cultivating and wrote down the prescription for.

"The prince wrote this tonight, but he wants to give it to Miss Luo?"

Breaking the silence of the long night, Murong Heng asked with a smile.

Ling Tiansu stopped his pen, because the stack of rice paper had been written only one sheet.

He rubbed his sour wrist and nodded: "Yes, Qingyi is a famous doctor and idiot, I will leave Yong'an City at dawn, these prescriptions are ancient and lost prescriptions, rare in this generation, you help me to transfer them to her, I hope it can help her." ”

After sorting out and binding a large stack of rice paper densely packed with himself, Ling Tiansu raised his head and said:

"In addition to refining weapons, I think that you and your fellow villagers can also ask her for medical skills, after all, whether it is the restoration of the country or now that Gu Shao and I are firmly established, financial resources must not be lost. ”

Murong Heng's eyes immediately lit up, and he nodded: "Heng'er knows what the prince means, and he will not let the prince down." ”

Ling Tiansu spread the last piece of rice paper on the table in front of him, dipped the brush in his hand with ink, and said:

"Since your identity has been exposed to the outside world, there is naturally no need to hide it from your own people in the park, and explaining your identity at this time will be of better help to you to manage them. ”

Heng'er understood. ”

"And ...... Do me one more thing. ”

"What's the matter?"

Ling Tiansu smiled and began to put pen again, but this time, it was not writing, but painting.

A few strokes but very carefully and cautiously sketched a world-class ink figure, he sketched while saying with a warm smile:

"When I finish this painting, send it to Miss Su Jiu'er of Tingyuxuan for me. ”

Murong Heng replied in a low voice, "Yes." ”

In my heart, I am angry and funny, and the person you like in my heart is actually the Oiran girl who listens to Yuxuan?

However, Su Jiu'er's worth, I'm afraid it's not so easy to get into the house.

Shizi, I'm afraid that even if you give it away, it will cost a lot of silver taels to be able to send it to Su Jiu'er's room, right?

Ling Tiansu went to the Jiaoling Pass battlefield this time, and he didn't want to bring Mu Zi with him.

At this moment, his thoughts with Mu Ziwei can be said to be cleverly synchronized again.

Mu Ziwu knew that the "Sheji Mountains and Rivers Map" was stolen, and the three powerhouses of the Tongyuan Realm who were even implicated in it did not want him to be implicated in this troubled water, so he could hide it and decided to deal with it alone.

And Ling Tiansu, when he went to Jiaoling Pass, also knew that there were many masters in the Beili army, and even the help of the Bei clan and the underworld generals were very likely to appear in the Beili army.

He wanted her out of the crisis, so he decided not to say goodbye tonight.

In the early morning, the snow has stopped, and the dawn is like a pair of light and translucent wings, slowly spreading to bring shallow light, guiding the way forward.

Ling Tiansu took out the Shuangrong Relic Fanghua Sword from the space ring and walked on the long street.

The street leading to Ye Wang's Mansion was very quiet, and the bluestone-paved earth had long been buried by heavy snow.

And Ling Tiansu's footsteps fell on the heavy snow, and there was not a single footprint.

Even though this avenue is quiet to a terrifying realm, Ling Tiansu's current strength can still see the trajectory of countless shadows surging in the dark.

It's just that neither the shadow attendants in the outside world nor the dark attendants in the mansion can detect Ling Tiansu's breath and return.

Ling Tiansu had no intention of exposing the news of his return, if Ye Gong knew, he would naturally not easily agree to let him be on the battlefield not long after he returned.

Passing through the gate of the Ye Mansion casually, the bell on his wrist still did not make a sound.

And the guards of the Ye Mansion still didn't squint, and they didn't notice the figure that passed by.

Came to the familiar courtyard, looked at the pitch-black ghost tree, and the quiet deserted garden covered by heavy snow.

Ling Tiansu subconsciously clenched the Fanghua Sword in his hand, slightly nervous in his heart.

Immediately, he exhaled heavily, dissipating the tension.

After all, there are some things that should be done or have to be done.

There are some realities that should be faced or must be faced.

When he stepped into the garden, his body, which had been carried by the snow without sinking a minute, creaked softly as he took the first step......

The soles of the boots were trapped in thick snow, and at the same time, a layer of invisible and untouchable enchantment was instantly shrouded above the side garden, isolating all the aura scenes in it.

A long creak, a long footprint left on the white snow, and he came to the door and knocked on it.

Soon, there was a startled movement in the house.

Then there is the sound of hurried footsteps from light to heavy, from far to near.

The door was quickly opened, and Yue'er covered her mouth and wept, looking at the young man outside the door in disbelief.

Before dawn, her face was haggard, and it was obvious that she had not slept deeply at night, so she woke up very quickly.

The undressed face looked very clean, and she threw herself into Ling Tiansu's arms, not crying loudly, but just hugged him tightly.

Seeing Yue'er alone, Ling Tiansu held her shoulder with his palm, and couldn't help asking, "What about Sister Xiang'er?"

Yue'er was quiet for a long time, and was about to speak, her eyes flashed, but she saw the blue Fanghua Sword in Ling Tiansu's hand, her breath suddenly stagnated, and then she was silent for a long time.

Finally, she gently pushed away Ling Tiansu's body and said slowly: "Xiang'er went to the battlefield with the Jin army, she said that you can't become strong without grinding, and I, stay here, wait for the young master to return." ”

Ling Tiansu nodded lightly, although she was very worried about Xiang'er in her heart, but with her strength and the Jin army accompaniment, there should not be too much of a problem.

It's just that now he doesn't know how to explain the matter of Shuangrong to Yue'er.

Ling Tiansu took a deep breath, placed the Fanghua Sword in his hand across her chest, and chose an extremely direct way to say, "Shuangrong is no longer alive. ”

Yue'er's expression froze, and the blood on her reduced face faded.

A pair of lips tightly pursed into a thin line, hanging his head to look at the Fanghua sword that had lost its owner.

She shuddered slightly and raised one of her palms to grip the sword.

Ling Tiansu saw that under her calm face, her chest was rising and falling violently, as if she couldn't see through and was about to suffocate.

When her fingertips touched the cold scabbard, she retracted like an electric shock.