After Rong Yu left, Rong Xian raised her head, with a faint smile on the corner of her mouth, but her clear eyes were filled with a hint of sadness.

She sighed: "Everything is fate, and nothing is up to anyone." ”

Her voice is like a Buddhist chant from a Buddhist temple, so light, so light, like an ethereal echo in the air, as if the Buddha sighs for the sorrow of all things in the red dust.

Just like the selfless holy monk, even if he turns his back on his Buddha, he can't save his beloved girl.

As for her, she couldn't save Ah Mei at the beginning, and now she can't save Emperor Rong.

Rong Xian is not a god, how can she do what so many strong people can't do.

After Rong Yu stepped into this world, he would always slowly get used to this separation of life and death.

Rong Xian lowered her head and continued to write the prescription.

The only thing she can do is to protect this sincere people for Emperor Rong.

Not far away, the old scholar and the old chess man sighed, and their expressions were faintly regretful.

"The people's hearts are available. The old scholar muttered.

The old chess man smiled bitterly: "It's a pity that God is jealous." ”

Emperor Rong was too good, his talent and understanding were terrifyingly high, and even the heavens were jealous, so he let him die early, unwilling to let him embark on the path of immortal detachment.

Suddenly, an old man dressed in wealth and kindness sat down opposite Rong Xian silently, and he didn't even notice the old scholar and the old chess man.

When Rong Xian put down the pen, she discovered the existence of this person, a trace of surprise flashed in her eyes, but she quickly disappeared.

This unattractive old man turned out to be a strong man.

"Is the old gentleman seeing a doctor?" asked Rong Xian softly.

The old man consciously put his hand on the pulse pillow on the table, and the old man's voice couldn't hear the slightest emotion: "I was seriously injured a hundred years ago, and I thought I had been cured. ”

Rong Xian's fingertips moved slightly, and the gold thread on her wrist immediately flew out and wrapped around the old man's wrist.

The old man was stunned, at such a close distance, there was still a trace of pulse, is this the doctor's quirk?

He didn't know that this was just a simple precaution for Rong Xian.

Others sent their lifeblood to Rong Xian, and to a certain extent, when Rong Xian took the pulse, his lifeline was also sent to others.

Of course Rong Xian will not be relieved, she will not gamble on the goodness of human nature, she should be vigilant herself.

Rong Xian sat calmly, her fingertips lightly pressed on the silk thread, and a faint yuan force drilled into the old man's body along the silk thread.

After the old man sensed it, he hurriedly let go of his guardian Yuan Force, lest this weak doctor be stunned by his own Yuan Force.

Rong Xian bowed slightly towards the old man to express her gratitude, and then closed her eyes and probed carefully.

After half a pillar of incense, Rong Xian's wrist moved slightly, and the golden thread released the old man's wrist and returned to Rong Xian's hand.

The old man's body is indeed as he said, there is a dark disease inside.

This dark disease is not a scar, but a feeling of coldness and heaviness.

This force froze the old man's body and slowly crushed it.

If it weren't for the advanced cultivation of the old man, he had been trying his best to resist, and he was afraid that he would have died long ago.

But this is also the limit, the old man can't hold it anymore, so he came to her to seek medical treatment with the intention of being a dead horse as a live horse doctor.

Rong Xian carefully felt the powerful power of the cold and cold, and a ghostly light flashed in her eyes.

With both heavy and cold characteristics, it is not wrong to be Xuanming heavy water.

It's really hard to find a place to step on iron shoes.

When Rong Xian raised her head, her eyes had changed back to clear and gentle.

"This injury can be cured, old gentleman. Rong Xian said gently.

The old man stood up abruptly, excited.

It can be cured, it can be cured.

After so many years, he thought that he could only wait for death slowly, but who knew that the peak turned around, and there was a glimmer of life when he was dying.

The old man tried his best to calm down, and then said apologetically to Rong Xian: "Please don't blame Dr. Rong, it's me who lost my temper." ”

Rong Xian shook her head and said with a look of understanding: "Sir, before he is cured, remember great joy and sorrow. When you're ready, you can do anything. ”

The old man nodded, a big smile appeared on his face involuntarily, and the haze under his eyes completely dissipated.

Rong Xian took the package on the table, and inside the package were silver needles.

She was about to apply needles to the old man, but out of the corner of her eye, she saw that the medicine on the stove had been boiled.

She put down the silver needle, and just turned to pour the medicine into the bowl, a figure rushed in, skillfully lifting the casserole and pouring the medicine into the bowl beside her.

With a flick of his hand, the hot liquid became warm.

He picked up the bowl and walked to the patient who was sitting in the corner not far away, and handed it to him.

The curvature of the corners of Rong Xian's mouth slowly rose a lot, and Yu'er still figured it out.

Rong Xian put her mind at ease and looked serious.

She picked up the silver needle and walked to the old man, and quickly pierced the needle on the old man with both hands, locking the cold and powerful force.

Her heart moved, and the water spirit bead emitted a strong light in the sea of knowledge.

The power in the old man's body seemed to feel something, and it seemed to have signs of breaking out of his body.

The intense pain made the old man's face turn pale instantly, and the hand on the wooden table was clenched tightly, and the green tendons on it were rising.

But even so, he still held on.

Pain means that there is an effect, and it is good to be effective, and what he is most afraid of is that there is no movement.

Seeing that the old man was distracted by this pain, Rong Xian lowered her eyes, and a drop of clear and flawless water condensed from her fingertips.

This drop of water hides a strong Yuan force, which is coveted.

With the appearance of this drop of water, the hidden power in the old man's body became even more turbulent.

Rong Xian's eyes flashed, and she suddenly reached out and slapped the old man's back, and a silver needle drilled directly into his body, flowing along the meridians and blood to the affected area.

With the traction of this silver needle, Rong Xian's fingertips swiped the old man's back, and the silver needle turned downward with her movements, emitting a faint water aura, dividing the injury into two.

The corners of Rong Xian's mouth raised slightly, a water-colored light flashed in her eyes, she stretched out her hand and dragged it in the air, and the silver needle flew out of her body with half of the power of yin and cold.

Rong Xian had just reached out and pinched the silver needle, and her body involuntarily planted downward.

It's just half a drop of water, so heavy that it almost pierces her palm.

"Teacher!" Rong Yu, who was always paying attention to Rong Xian, pounced for the first time.

But the old man reacted faster, he found that Dr. Rong was unstable and fell to the ground, and hurriedly threw out a piece of Yuan Force to lift the person up.

Rong Xian used all the Yuan Force of her body to drag the silver needle, and the hand under the long sleeve quickly formed a seal, locking the power on the silver needle, and then put the silver needle into the mustard seed space without a trace, and then raised her head and said: "Don't worry, old man, I'm just exhausted and tired of the Yuan power in my body." ”

But the old man looked at her pale face and didn't think so, feeling the long-lost relief and warmth in his body, he knew that this Doctor Rong really had a way to cure his dark disease.

At this time, the old man was most afraid that something would happen to Rong Xian, and he hurriedly said: "Doctor Rong can rest and rest, I have been waiting for a hundred years, and I am not in a hurry for these days." ”