The spirit is no longer tight, and the movements in the hands cannot be stopped. So, without hesitation, I connected Zhang Linfan's broken ribs one after another, and the action was done in one go.

"If you have a leg, it will hurt even more, you can bear with it!"

Pick up the scissors again to cut the trouser tube of his left leg, and after putting it down, more qi gathered in his hand than before, looking at his left leg because of the comminuted fracture and feeling distressed. If the bones are broken into this, if there are no sequelae, then they need to be restructured, but the pain of this process is not something that ordinary people can bear.

"It's fine!"

Zhang Linfan saw that I didn't move for a long time, so he opened his mouth tremblingly, and the pain just now was on his face at this time, and it had disappeared completely.

Nodding my head, I regained my spirit, followed by my left hand to pick up the long-gathered essence, and poured the qi into it with a "ho!"

I saw that a net of golden light was formed on his calf that had been somewhat twisted and deformed, and all the meridians seemed to have life, and began to walk on his entire calf like vines climbing on the frame, just like the recombination shot of the cradle of life in the special effects of the movie, slowly repairing the leg that was almost unrecognizable little by little.

As Zhang Linfan's face became more and more pale, his left leg slowly recovered, and after a few more minutes, it was as intact as before.

After covering him with the quilt, I breathed a long sigh of relief, took out an urn carved with strange patterns from my bag, poured the three things I had taken from the black dragon into it one by one, and then lifted the dragon slayer dagger again.

The sound of the piano stopped abruptly, and my hand holding the dagger was also held by Changjing Immortal Jun's wrist.

"It's okay to have these things, what are you going to do with bloodletting?"

This sentence immediately aroused Zhang Linfan's vigilance, and he struggled desperately to sit up, as if he was about to jump out of bed.

It was my left hand that was being held, so I picked up a fixing trick with my right hand and waved it to fix him.

"Lie down for me!"

After saying that, I completely ignored the look of disgust on his face, and gently laid him down on his body that had sat up straight.

Turning around, he tried hard to withdraw his left hand, but Changjing Immortal Jun held it tightly, and his eyes resolutely did not have the slightest hint of concession.

Sighing heavily, I shook my head at him and said, "Brother Changjing's good intentions, I know it, but, even if Zhang Linfan is not an ordinary person, he can't eat immortal medicine indiscriminately, if there is no blood of my Nuwa, not only can he not save his life, I am afraid that I will eat him to death directly, I think you should know better than me!"

"But ......"

Chang Jing Xianjun still didn't mean to let go of me, it seemed that he still had something to refute, but when he met the tears in my eyes, he didn't say it, and looked back at Zhang Linfan, who was still dying on the bed, and finally let go of my hand, "Then, I don't care!"

He said that he didn't care, but he returned to the side of the ghost axe, glared at me fiercely, and played the piano again with both hands, and the song "Qingjun's Heart" was played poignantly, and a somewhat sad power flowed throughout the room.

After saying "thank you" in my heart, I cut open the wrist that had been put together again, and let the blood flow into the urn. Actually, it really hurts to add to injury!

Estimating that it was almost enough, I grabbed the blue porcelain bottle that had been placed there from the table, took out a little of the ointment and put it on the wound.

There was still some blood on my hands, but now I couldn't reach so much! After a casual shake, I raised two walls of fire with a wave of my hands, and directly put the urn jar in the air and began to fry. This fire will not burn the room, because it is the spiritual fire inherited by my Nuwa clan, and it can also be called the fire of heavenly light, which is the fire used by the ancestor Nuwa Divine Maiden to refine the Heavenly Divine Stone!

Dragon's blood mixed with my blood, as usual it would have been too bloody to linger, but now the room was filled with a wonderful, enchanting scent.

Feeling that the medicine was almost ready, I put it away with both hands and said, "Fall!" The urn fell steadily to the ground, and some white smoke was slightly emitting from the mouth of the urn. Taking out the big shell that shone with colorful streamers from my bag, I quickly poured all the medicine into it, not because of agility, but because I completed this series of actions before my physical strength was completely exhausted.

The sound of the piano stopped again, and Chang Jing Xianjun flashed closer, reached out and took the shell bowl, walked straight to Zhang Linfan, helped him up, and muttered: "This smell is like the smell of flowers and plants all over the mountains!"

Zhang Linfan also sniffed at the mouth of the bowl and said silently: "I smell a smell of pine trees!"

"Let's drink it first!" "Looking at the two of them saying some useless words one by one, I sighed weakly, "You all know what I fry, the dragon horns represent desire, the dragon beard represents greed, and the dragon scales represent anger, which is the so-called 'greed and hatred', plus my Nuwa's blood, it is certain that Brother Chang Jing and Lin Fan are really simple-minded and kind people!"

I can't smell anything, and after seeing the world for thousands of years, it seems that my heart has become numb.

After feeding Zhang Linfan and taking the medicine, Chang Jing Xianjun wanted to say something, but as soon as he turned around, he threw down the shell bowl directly, and his figure rushed to me in a flash, and took me into his arms.

"Thank you, Brother Chang Jing!"

He had no strength at all, and he was soft in his arms, looking at himself reflected in his eyes, his face was as white as paper, and his two lips were not even a little bloody.

In a trance, I came to a forest, sat on a tall pine tree, looked at the bright red sun in the distance, and wondered what was going on.

There was a "whistling" sound from under the tree, which should be someone dancing the sword with a tiger's sword. Looking down, it was a handsome young man, dressed in a purple and blue robe, with a golden crown on his head, and he was dancing a slender long sword flowing with a warm breath in his hand, which was very beautiful!

This young man is not Su Yang when I first met, so am I in a dream now?

Jumping down the tree, I slowly landed beside him, looking at the familiar but somewhat childish face, my eyes swelled and hurt, and the tears flowed down in strings like unstoppable broken thread beads.

"Suyang!"

called him softly, after so many years, even if he dreamed, at least he could see him again, which was a great blessing in this life. However, he didn't respond, and continued to wave the Shuyang Sword in his hand, pulling out one beautiful sword flower after another.

Yes, this is a dream, how can he see himself?

Looking back at the green mountains and green waters, recalling the grass and warblers flying, the years seem to not pass by day by day, but more like tearing the calendar, page by page, whether you read carefully or not, it will eventually pass, and never come back.

I want to stay in my dreams all the time, even if it's just like this, I accompany him every day to practice sword cultivation and immortal cultivation, even if he can't see me at all, it doesn't matter, at least, I'm by his side, I can see him every day. Lovesickness is so bitter, boiled into soup, after drinking, there is no antidote to cure, only to suffer from the pain of this love for the rest of life, often relapse!

......

"Miss, miss, are you better?"

It was Lin'er's voice, which sounded anxious and full of crying. Who made her so sad, if I let me know, I will teach him a lesson!

The sound is so familiar, clean and mysterious, at first glance, the tune is gentle and has a soothing power, but it is not difficult to find that there is also a mixture of cramped and uneasy, and even played wrong notes in some places, some cute and some ridiculous.

I opened my eyes hard, and I was greeted by Lin'er's crying little face, and the tears fell down one by one, smashing on my quilt indiscriminately, leaving one after another dry and wet and dry marks.

"Lin'er!" quickly sat up, I naughtily pulled the corners of one side of my mouth, and smiled shallowly, "Oh my mom, don't you drop all the snot on my face!" After finishing speaking, he also showed a disgusted expression by the way.

Not as I thought, she would jump up and argue with me and whim.

Lin'er was stunned for a moment, then the corners of her mouth turned down, and she slowly opened her lips, followed by a big cry, and threw herself on the bed, hugged me fiercely, and cried violently.

"Silly girl, isn't it okay for me, crying like this, don't you hope that I will return to the West as soon as possible?"

Skimming her weak back playfully, my tone was slightly teasing.

"Drink this, Lin'er will be ready for a few days!"

Zhang Linfan walked out with a fine porcelain flower bowl in his hand, his expression was also very good, his eyes were the same as Lin'er, with a trace of anxiety and concern, and there seemed to be some guilt in his eyes.

I took the bowl and smelled the refreshing aroma before I drank it, so I raised my head and the whole bowl quickly saw the bottom.

Changjing Xianjun also stopped playing the piano, and sat on the edge of my bed, and as soon as the ghost axe qin turned in his hand, it turned into a comb with black gas, and gently put on my green silk.

"What have you dreamed of these days?"

glanced at Zhang Linfan with his eyes, and then wanted to speak, but suddenly found that Chang Jing Xianjun's hand holding the comb was covered with scars, and there were some scabs formed after the blur of flesh and blood on the fingertips, not only that, but some old scabs should have healed but new ones were added, and some were oozing blood slightly.

"Brother Changjing, what's wrong with your hand?"

As soon as I said this, he wanted to take his hand back in a hurry, but I clamped his wrist, but what I was holding was not his slightly cold skin, but a thick layer of gauze.