Wu Yu clasped his hands together when he heard this, and then took out the pill that Li Yan personally handed over to him from his arms, and then said respectfully, "Nan Wu Amitabha, this is my Buddha's healing holy medicine Bodhi Dan, the little monk is specially ordered by the family teacher to present this pill to make a contribution to the injury of the benefactor!"

Ding Xiao was slightly stunned when he heard this, and then his face showed a look of ecstasy, he had heard of this thing in Bodhi Dan, and it was said that it was a healing medicine in the Great Xingshan Temple in the Jixia School Palace.

Li Yan is rumored to have studied under the head of the Wuyan Academy, and at this time, he can take out the Bodhi Dan, and he should know that the rumors are true.

"Master Lao Liyan is worried!" Even though Ding Xiao didn't like Buddhist monks in his heart before, at this time, Li Yan sent someone to send charcoal in the snow, which also made Ding Xiao very grateful.

Zhanzhao didn't know who he had offended, he was seriously injured, even if the masters in the Diancang faction were like clouds, he was helpless about the injury for a while, and even had no clue what the person who hurt Zhanzhao was.

It's just that from the residual demonic qi in his body, he can judge that the person who injured Zhanzhao is a master of the Demon Dao.

At this time, the Bodhi Pill sent by Wuyu has a surprising effect on demonic energy, but this Bodhi Pill is also precious and abnormal even in the Daxingshan Temple, and it is a great price for the Diancang Sect to get it.

At this time, Dan Ding Xiao suddenly cared about his disciples, and he didn't care about the number of courtesies, so he greeted Wuyu, took Bodhi Dan and turned inside.

Wuyu saw Ding Xiao greet him before leaving, and understood that he was letting himself enter with him, so he stood up and followed quickly.

In the inner hall, I saw that Zhanzhao's face was like gold paper, and his breath was like a gossamer, and he looked at it intently, and saw that there was a faint demonic energy emerging between Zhanzhao's wounds.

Ding Xiao walked to Zhanzhao's bed and took out the Bodhi Dan, and then fed it to Zhanzhao.

Bodhi Dan is worthy of being a Buddhist healing elixir, the pill fell into the stomach, but after a while, the breath of Kung Fu Zhanzhao stabilized, and even his face was a lot ruddy, but the whole person was still unconscious, and there was no sign of waking up.

"Nan Wu Amitabha, the life of the Zhan donor should be saved!" Wu Yu is a Buddhist monk in the end, and he naturally understands the medicinal properties of this Bodhi Dan very well.

Seeing the symptoms of Zhanzhao after taking the pill, he folded his hands and congratulated Ding Xiao, "Senior Ding, looking at Zhan's donor's complexion, there should be no big problem, but he has been in a coma for a long time, and it is inevitable that there will be a process, and he only needs to recuperate well in the future, and the donor should be able to wake up on his own in less than ten days!"

"Thank you Master Liyan for your mercy!" Ding Xiao, as a congenital master, didn't know the state of his disciple, and thanked Wuyu again and again with great joy in his heart.

After the two exchanged polite words, Ding Xiao let Wuyu go to the main hall to serve tea.

At this time, Ding Xiao also lost his cold arrogance, and replaced himself with a cheerful appearance. Xu saw that his disciple was saved, and Ding Xiao, the head of the Diancang faction, who was famous in the rivers and lakes, actually chatted with Wuyu, a junior monk, in this front hall.

Between the two chatting, Ding Xiao inevitably asked about the scene of Qian Sanfeng's poetry meeting that day.

Wu Yu also participated in the poetry meeting with Master Liyan that day, so he naturally told the truth, but between the words, there was a little shame, "If it weren't for the fact that the exhibition benefactor came out for the master that day, he annoyed the Qingxuan Daoist and was provoked by his words, and then took the opportunity to leave a secret injury to the exhibition donor, otherwise compared to the exhibition donor, even if he met the demon in the future, he would not have been so seriously injured!"

Wuyu had a compassionate tone, and explained how Ye Qingxuan forced Ye Qingxuan to speak at the poetry meeting, and how he shot to cause secret injuries to Zhanzhao, adding fuel and vinegar, and Ding Xiao, the "Great Sun Divine Sword" who listened directly, frowned.

Monk Wuyu is a disciple of Li Yan, and his ass naturally sits on Li Yan's side, at this time, not only intentionally or unintentionally, this little monk deliberately omitted Ye Qingxuan's "awakening" Zhanzhao, and even added oil and vinegar, saying that Ye Qingxuan took the opportunity to hurt people.

"Oh?Yuxu Palace?" Ding Xiao listened to Wuyu's words, his face couldn't help but gradually sank, he was such a precious disciple, ready to keep the mantle of inheritance, at this time the disciple was injured, even if it was not Ye Qingxuan's doing, but listening to what Wuyu said, I am afraid it is also inseparable from him.

Although he didn't fully believe in what he said, Ding Xiao was also angry in his heart, he pointed out how prestigious the Cang Sect was above the rivers and lakes, and the chief disciple of the sect was actually bullied by a wild Taoist priest who came out of nowhere, which naturally made Ding Xiao feel quite resentful of Ye Qingxuan in his heart.

At least Ding Xiao could faintly detect from Zhanzhao's meridians, in addition to the demonic qi, Zhanzhao had also received an incomparably pure innate true qi.

"In that case, then I'm going to go to the Jade Void Palace in person to teach and learn the kung fu of this Taoist master!" Ding Xiao said this, his face was inconvenient but his eyes narrowed slightly, if there are people who are familiar with him again, they should know that this is one of the signs of anger in the hearts of the head of the people!

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"Ahh

At this time, in the Qinglian Dao Palace, in the boudoir of Zhi'er and Yanran, Ye Qingxuan and Qingyuan Xiaodao sat opposite each other with the two girls.

There is a red clay stove burning on one side of the case, and above the stove is a pot of boiling tea.

Originally, Ye Qingxuan thought that the two girls invited their brothers and sisters to have tea, but it was just a joke, but after they sat down, they saw that the woman named Yanran was really cooking tea with no hands.

Yanran is slender with her hands, white and tender and good-looking, washing tea, dividing tea, moving smoothly between foaming, the sunlight outside the window falls in the house, and a picture of a beautiful woman cooking tea with her hands jumps out under the reflection.

At this time, reflecting the quiet and indifferent Taoism in the Qinglian Dao Palace, it has its own artistic conception, which makes people feel peaceful at first sight.

Even if he is a childish child with a lively personality and heroic and chic on weekdays, he sits upright like a lady at this time, quiet and indifferent.

But after a while, Yanran's tea was already cooked, and the child also stretched out his plain hand to hand over the tea set when he saw this.

The pale cyan tea soup is bright and pleasant, and as Yan Ran flips it with her hands, it falls into the tea bowl in the hands of the child.

Then the childish smiled lightly, and a trace of charm flashed between his eyebrows and eyes, which was naturally not intentional by the child, but in Ye Qingxuan's eyes, he couldn't help but be stunned.

The little Taoist priest of Qingyuan on the side was even more difficult to parry, and his plain white face couldn't help but turn a little red.

Seeing this, Yan Ran also felt that the little Taoist priest of Qingyuan was innocent and interesting, and couldn't help but hide his face with his hands and laugh softly.

At this time, in the boudoir, two handsome little Taoist priests and two ladies with national beauty and fragrance cook tea for fun, if this picture falls into the eyes of others, I don't know how many others should be envied!

"Daoist, please use tea, and see how Yanran cooks tea!?" The smile in Zhi'er's eyes flashed, and he saw it clearly, this Qingxuan little Taoist priest saw his appearance, and even his eyes were straight.

Seeing Ye Qingxuan like this, the childish child didn't know why, he only felt very happy in his heart, as if before he took revenge, Ye Qingxuan didn't recognize his revenge!

"Hmph, now you know the beauty of this girl!"

"Good!" Ye Qingxuan glanced at Zhi'er deeply, his eyes seemed to be penetrating, and then he took the tea bowl, took a sip and then exclaimed.

Ye Qingxuan is finally a human being in two lives, even if he has been a single dog for two lives, he has seen a lot of beautiful women, and the system task hangs above his head, so even if he just sees the peerless appearance of the child, he can quickly come back to his senses.

When I saw the woman who was smiling like a little fox on the other side, I didn't know where in my heart, this woman was afraid that she had other plans in her heart.

So I took a deep look at him.