Qi Xue looked at the pale and weak Jielan, how could she still have the heart to reason with the old blacksmith again, she took out the money belt from Jielan's arms, took out eight taels of silver, and threw it to the old man, the old blacksmith caught it lightly, looking at the silver in the palm of his hand, looking very satisfied.

"I'm going to heal Jielan, you'd better make room for yourself." Qixue yelled at him.

The old blacksmith began to count again: "A room is fifty yuan, but I can't let you live in vain." Plus shelter you prisoners, and you'll have to get two taels, a total of ......"

Before he could finish speaking, Qi Xue had already taken out three taels of silver and threw it at him rudely: "It's all for you, you greedy old man, beware of being crushed to death by money." ”

The old blacksmith looked at a few heavy ingots of silver, his wrinkled face seemed to be much younger in an instant, and he beckoned to Qi Xue: "Come with me!" ”

The old man led the way in front, and when he reached the middle room, he pushed the door and entered.

It was a spacious bedroom, with a bed, table and chairs, and several swords hanging from the bed, and those swords reflected a scorching light in the daylight, which was obviously the best of the best. There are a few pots of cacti in front of the window, and the energetic plants are not commensurate with this greedy old man at all, but it doesn't matter, after arranging a comfortable room for so many silver taels, Qi Xue is somewhat comforted, and when she is about to carry Jielan to the bed, the old blacksmith asks, "What are you doing?" ”

"Of course it's a cure!" Qi Xue, who has always been good-natured, roared several times when she met this old man.

"Who said it was this room?" The old man was obviously a little angry at Qi Xue for asserting himself.

Qi Xue was stunned.

The old man walked to the wall on the left, and there were several swords hanging on the wall, one of which was a short sword only an inch long, and he held the hilt of the sword, and rotated it 150 degrees, and the intact wall suddenly cracked a crack, and then opened like a door, and the door was pitch black, and nothing could be seen clearly.

"It's... It's—" Qi Xue was a little hard to believe.

"This is the place where I used to store my sword, and now that I have a new place, this place will naturally be vacant, just enough for you to live in, count you lucky."

Good luck, what a joke! Qi Xue was so angry that she was about to explode, "You took us a dozen taels of silver, and now you want us to live in this smelly and moldy ghost place?" "Qi Xue, who has always hated dirty and musty smells, is a little unbearable.

The old man looked indifferent, "The woman in your arms may not live for an hour if she doesn't heal her, and if you have time to quarrel with my old man about the room, it's better to hurry up and save her." ”

An hour, how can it be? Qi Xue looked at Jielan who had a breath, and she was extremely distressed and sad, she hurriedly carried Jielan into the room and put her at the head of the bed. The old blacksmith lit the oil lamp, and in the faint light, Jielan looked half-bloodless, as if she was going to sleep like this forever.

Qi Xue was so nervous that her whole body trembled, she turned Jielan over, and applied spiritual power to the fist-sized wound, hoping to reunite the wound, but her spiritual power from the wrist injury was already very weak, when she forcibly forced her spiritual power, the spiritual power flowed backwards, penetrating her own body, but bounced herself away, and fell heavily to the ground, and the wound on her own wrist split open again, and the blood flowed down her fingers, dripping on the floor little by little, and arcing with Qi Xue's walking.

"No, there is no hope when you die, I will never let you die, never?" Qi Xue bit her lip and tried to force her spiritual power to restore Jielan's body.

The white light from her hand illuminated the room as if it were day, and the light gradually spread, and the aperture grew larger and larger, but it was also devouring Qixue while healing Jielan's wounds, as if it was going to pull her into the aperture and swallow her.

Spiritual power gradually surged out of Qi Xue's body, and the light lost control, gradually enveloping Qi Xue, little by little, close to her jaw.

Suddenly, a rough and thick hand grabbed the back of her heart, pulled him out of the aperture, and then sealed Qi Xue's wound with a string of spirit binding beads, the white light gradually dissipated, and the spiritual power gradually returned to Qi Xue's body.

And the person who stopped Qi Xue was the old blacksmith man, who roared at Qi Xue: "If I am one step late, you will be swallowed by your aura, what a messy girl." ”

Qi Xue pushed the old man blacksmith away: "Go away, I want to save her, it's too late, she can't die." ”

"Why did you risk your life to save her, I don't think you are such a kind girl." The old blacksmith looked disdainful.

Qi Xue's face suddenly turned red, and her words trembled a little: "She... She is the best person for me, I naturally want to save her, why do you need to do so much trouble with this old man. ”

The old blacksmith man smiled: "Really? The closest person? Why didn't I see it with my old man's eyes? ”

Qi Xue was annoyed and angry, and wanted to teach him a lesson, but she was worried about Jielan's condition, and she was not in the mood to reason with the old man, she only said coldly: "You go away, don't hinder me from treating Lan's injuries." ”

When Qi Xue was about to continue to use spiritual power, the old blacksmith took out a black porcelain bottle from his cuff: "I have a magic pill here, but I can temporarily save this woman's life, but well, such a precious medicine is really not worth it, my old man has never done a loss-making business, this is a headache!" He scratched his head, grimacing.

Qi Xue took out the money belt, threw him another twenty taels of silver, and then snatched the porcelain vase from his hand: "So you won't lose money, you greedy old man!" Qi Xue eagerly took the medicine out of the porcelain bottle. It was a milky white round pill, emitting a slight smell of wine, Qi Xue frowned, and said angrily: "Is this medicine really effective?" ”

"This is something I have been reluctant to use for thirty years, but of course it is useless for you to take it directly, and maybe she will not be able to bear the power of the medicine and vomit blood to death."

"What? In this case, you dare to sell it to me, you rich ghost! ”

The old man at the blacksmith waved his hand and said with a smile: "Don't be angry, don't be angry, although this girl is not a mortal, but her current body can't withstand the 'Nine Qiong Pill' at all, as long as you use the thousand-year-old red qi against this medicine, you can eliminate its fierceness." ”

"Millennial Red Qi? Now where do you want me to get it? Qi Xue felt like she was being teased.

The old man smiled very proudly: "Well, my old man has already thought about it, you go to a 'Yongji Pharmacy' in Nancheng, and you can naturally buy it, but well, look at you, this girl can't buy it without that luck." ”

Qi Xue smiled disdainfully: "Chiqi? Even as a snow-capped mountain elf, I won't be able to get it. She put the porcelain vase back in her bosom, walked outside, and when she reached the door, she shouted to the old man: "If something happens to Lan before I come back, I will kill you even if I do my best, remember, rich ghost!" She walked out of the house, turned a corner, and vanished her.

The old man looked at Jielan who was dying, slapped his hand, and looked very sad: "This is really a loss-making business!" He went out of the house, turned the sword thirty degrees again, and the door in the wall was closed again, and then there was a golden light from the crack in the door, and when the light was gone, the crack in the door was gone, and the whole wall was intact.