Inside the courtyard

Nankui walked out.

The dragon under the locust tree stood up and saluted, "Aunt Nan, how is Senior Brother Hanmo's health?" ”

The cup in Hua Qinyan's hand was gently put down, and he turned to look at her.

Nankui chuckled, "You don't know the power of the original whip, it's not that you don't die, it's a good thing, what can you do?" ”

Long Sheng was choked for a moment, but he didn't get angry, but said in a low voice: "Yes, the power of the original whip is huge, presumably the junior brother must have suffered." ”

"Heh, a person who can play such a heavy hand, I really don't know if he has a big heart or is too confident in himself?"

Painting Qinyan's face sank, "Master Nan, what do you mean!" ”

Don't think he can't hear it, she's sarcastic about him openly and secretly.

Nankui walked forward, "He was beaten and couldn't get up, he was covered in blood, and his skin and flesh were blooming, what do you mean by me?!" ”

"What?" Long Sheng was very exaggerated, and repeated very loudly: "Senior brother's injury can be so serious? Covered in blood, the flesh and skin are blooming?! ”

He turned his head and glanced at him coldly. Long Sheng immediately coughed and didn't speak again.

Hua Qinyan slowly stood up and said in a low voice: "I know what your relationship with him is, but I have my own rules for dealing with my disciples, and I don't need outsiders to say much." ”

Nankui sneered, "Yes, who are you?" The elder of the House of Elders on Cangling Mountain, who is as famous as the sun and the moon, is the elder of Hibiscus Mountain Painting with many disciples and prestige! How dare I, a little healer, say anything? ”

"It's just that a corpse was carried out by Mu Hibiscus Mountain today, and there is one more disciple with waste arms and legs in Mu Hibiscus Mountain tomorrow!"

"You ——!" Hua Qin's face was angry, and her eyes were majestic and solemn, and her breath was very oppressive.

"I can come today, it's for Mo'er's face, but also for the sake of his parents' face, not because of you Hibiscus Mountain."

Long Sheng bowed his head and saluted, "Yes, Senior Nankui is kind, this is the luck of Senior Brother Hanmo." ”

Nan Kui glanced up at him and chuckled: "I think you came here so late, I'm afraid that it will be for your new junior brother, and you will become a corpse again, right?" ”

Long Sheng's face froze, and the smile on the corner of his mouth disappeared in an instant, and he didn't make a sound.

Yes, on their Hibiscus Mountain, in just a few hundred thousand years, there are still fewer brothers and sisters who have been carried out? The former one is Senior Brother Luoyao, and the previous one is Senior Brother Fengqi, this one, will it be Senior Brother Hanmo?

The painter on the side was not angry, "Nankui! Don't think that if you are a person on Fengling Xuan, Elder Ben will not dare to touch you easily! ”

That Yun Yu Clan's Yu Juncheng scolded him around the corner above the main hall, and now she is a small doctor and teacher on Cangling Mountain, and she has so many tongues and nonsense.

Nan Kui turned his head to look at him, his face turned cold, "How about painting elders?" ”

"I-"

"Could it be that the disciples under your Hibiscus Mountain sect are not enough to take care of it, and they have to be managed by the head of this master, right?"

Painted Qin Yan angrily, "Shut up." ”

"Then I want to ask the sect master, when did we, who were teachers, come under the jurisdiction of your disciples?"

"Nanaoi!!"

Long Sheng hurriedly stepped forward and stood between the two, "Master is angry, Master is angry, now Senior Brother Hanmo is injured and needs to recuperate, let's not disturb Senior Brother here." ”

Nankui snorted coldly, turned around and left, "If Hanmo really dies in your Hibiscus Mountain, I won't give up." ”

"If you don't believe me, we'll see."

The painting was extremely gloomy, staring at her back that was gradually moving away, and burned with anger, okay, okay, his disciple came out and found him a big backer to deal with him.

"Master, you ......" Long Sheng turned around, just about to persuade something.

The painter had a calm face, snorted angrily, and left with his sleeves.

Long Chang let out a long sigh, it seems that he still didn't listen to what he said tonight.

If it goes on like this, it is not only the life of a senior brother of Hanmo, but also the situation of other junior disciples, how to deal with themselves.

……

The sky was bright, the warm sun was shining brightly, and the biting cold was a little bit backed.

I drank yesterday, but I don't know if I can't get up today.

Anyway, Miao Yuan can't get up. I don't know if it's because I drank cold wine yesterday, so my body is very cold now, and it's useless to add two more bedding.

Murong Feng guessed that she would definitely not be able to get out of bed this morning, so he came to see her at noon. Unexpectedly, as soon as I arrived in the courtyard of Xiaoqi Pavilion, I saw that the door was closed, the windows were closed, and even a trace of wind could not blow in.

Sister, haven't you woken up yet?

Murong Feng stepped forward suspiciously, stood under the corridor and knocked on the door, "Senior sister!" ”

"Senior sister, are you awake?"

After knocking a few times, no one answered, Murong Feng was really afraid that something would happen to her, and the sound of knocking on the door became more and more serious.

"Bang bang bang!!"

"Senior sister? Can you hear me? But not feeling well? ”

Miao Yuan heard the voice, sat up wrapped in a thick futon, and said weakly, "Come in, senior brother." ”

If it was an ordinary person, he really couldn't hear her weak mosquito bite, but fortunately, Murong Feng was a cultivator and could hear it clearly.

He pushed the door in, expecting that she was going to get sick, but when he saw it with his own eyes, he was still very surprised.

She sat alone on the bed, wrapped in a thick futon, with a pale little face half-drooping, a little weak and weak. There wasn't much expression on her face, her upper and lower eyelids were fighting, and she couldn't open her eyes.

Seeing him coming forward, she closed her eyes and saluted him, "Senior brother......"

The voice is also weak.

Murong Feng couldn't care so much at once, and stepped forward to probe her forehead, surprised, "Senior sister, you have a fever." ”

Miao Yuan forced her eyelids and opened her eyes to look at him, "Senior brother, am I really sick?" ”

Then she can lie down and sleep well, and she doesn't have to cultivate.

"Yes, you have a little fever, you wait a while, I'll call Aunt Nan."

"Nan, Aunt Nan?" Miao Yuan began to search her mind for information about this person, "Yes... Is it the chief physician who saw me last time? ”

"Yes, it's her, your injuries are healed, and thanks to her, you wait a while, senior brother will come when he goes." Murong Feng didn't say anything more to her, looking at her confused appearance now, I was afraid that she was really sick, and he couldn't delay.

Miao Yuan wanted to pull him and didn't want him to ask the chief doctor to come over, but it was too uncomfortable, and the hand that had just stretched out from under the futon hung down like a weeping willow, and she had no strength in her body.

"I'm ......" she collapsed with a thud, and she really didn't have any energy.

It's so uncomfortable, I feel cold and hot on my body, what's going on?

Murong Feng left quickly, and when she left, the door of her small courtyard was closed tightly, for fear that she would be frozen if she went in after the wind penetrated.

He had to hurry up and invite Aunt Nankui over, her illness was sudden, and her illness was like a mountain, which was terrible.