"Little girl, don't eavesdrop!" The voice of the old man in the room suddenly became like thunder.

Ye Nianjun was shocked a few steps away.

"If you don't listen, don't listen, the old man is really stingy!" Ye Nianjun pursed his lips and left stupidly.

In the house, the old man Pang sat cross-legged beside Wen Chen, holding a wine gourd in his hand, and took another sip of wine to himself and burped.

"Boy, you were born with a broken heart, Wen Sheng used his sword qi to protect your heart, it can be said that he acted against the sky!

How difficult is the battle of the Great Dao, even if that little girl goes to ask for a medicine immortal, you pick up a life, but there are so many sects in the world that can let you live in peace?

You are smart, but your kendo qualifications are far inferior to the little girl of the Ye family, alas!" Old man Pang seemed to be talking to himself, and he took another sip of wine when he said this.

"In order to ascend to the avenue, everyone is calculating, you were calculated as soon as you were born, five ancient swords, everyone can think of it, but whoever thinks about it is destined in the dark.

The Song family kid has a good understanding and his qualifications are not bad, but his anger is too heavy, He Tong's old thing has not allowed the Song family kid to practice martial arts, the plan is far away, Li Xuan's son's heart is in the body of the princess of the Feng Dynasty, he alone takes the head of Mu Changqing's son in the Mu army, such as probing the bag and taking things, it is really amazing!

And the princess of the Feng Dynasty, with a cold face and a warm heart, is also a good match for your stinky boy, if you don't practice kendo in the future, the princess can protect you, and you can have no worries in your life. Old man Pang was like a homely old man, and he was bothered by Wenchen's side.

"How can you not practice swordsmanship, the princess's avenue is much more bumpy than yours, that's it, that's it, everything is fate and certainty, if you kid can pick up this life, treat the princess well, the avenue is three thousand, Hongchen misunderstood!" Old man Pang was already drunk when he said this, his voice became smaller and lower, and finally made a slight sound.

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The mountains in the north of Xinjiang are towering, the mountains are steep, the trees are thick, in this group of mountains, there is a mountain peak towering into the clouds, this peak is thousands of feet high, from the peak to the foot of the peak there is a bluestone staircase less than one person wide.

At the foot of the mountain, a small mountain seems to be split by a sword, and the flat mountain wall is engraved with the words "Putuo Peak".

Each word is as big as a calf, and the handwriting is iron-painted with silver hooks, and there is the style of the immortal master sect from a distance.

Feng Ling came to the foot of the mountain, looked up, the peak was not high, she rushed all the way from the capital to Longcheng, and broke the army to rescue Wen Chen, and then ran to Putuo Peak without stopping, even a strong man can't stand such a toss, not to mention that she is a weak woman.

But Feng Ling didn't complain about anything in her heart, she only had one thought, that is, she had to invite the medicine fairy Yangshuo to save Wenchen.

Before Feng Ling climbed halfway up the mountain, he was already sweating, and his legs were like lead.

She gritted her teeth and endured the pain in her legs to continue climbing, albeit at a slower pace.

When Feng Ling climbed to the top of the mountain, the whole person collapsed to the ground in exhaustion.

On the mountain, the sweeping disciple saw a woman in red fainting in front of the sect square, and he hurriedly called his master in fright.

When Feng Ling woke up, she was lying on a wooden slump, the house was simple, and an oil lamp was flickering on and off.

Feng Ling got up, and his whole body was still sore and unbearable.

When Feng Ling was about to go out, a person came from outside the window, and he walked to the door and knocked gently.

Feng Ling opened the door, and the person who came was a young man, he was dressed in a white robe, with a slender figure, thin skin, slender eyebrows, and a pair of phoenix eyes that made people feel good-looking.

"What is the reason why the girl came to my Putuo Peak?" this person's voice was a little soft, and the corners of his mouth were flashing with a hint of charm when he smiled.

"I'm looking for Medicine Immortal Yangshuo!" Feng Ling glanced at this man who was more foxy than a woman, and lost interest.

"I checked the girl's pulse before, and found that the girl's pulse was disordered, caused by fatigue, and now I look at the girl's complexion, white and red, but do you want to ask the medicine fairy to save your sweetheart?" asked the foxy man tirelessly.

"Presumptuous!" Feng Ling's face turned cold, and the short track in his sleeve was already against the neck of the fox man.

"Girl, if you kill me, no one will be able to save your sweetheart!" said the foxy man, who was not afraid at all, quipped.

"You are the medicine fairy Yangshuo?" Feng Ling looked at the fox man suspiciously.

"I didn't say I wasn't!" the foxy man chuckled.

"You come down the mountain with me, if you can't save him, I'll kill you and let you bury him with you!" Feng Ling grabbed the foxy man's shoulders and pulled him towards the outside of the sect.

"Why is the girl so arrogant!" the fox man muttered with tears in his eyes and looked at Feng Ling with an aggrieved expression.

"Hurry up!" Feng Ling will not "pity the fragrance and cherish the jade", the princess of the Feng Dynasty has always been so arrogant, who can bear her?

"Yes, yes, yes, before you go down the mountain, you always have to tell me what disease the person you are saving, am I too good to be prepared?" said the foxy man.

"There are countless knife wounds on his body, and his whole body has lost all his essence and blood. Feng Ling said succinctly.

"Girl, there is no way for the Da Luo Immortal in this situation!" The foxy man's eyes widened, with a girl, you should kill me, so as not to toss me down the mountain.

Feng Ling's eyes suddenly flashed with a touch of murderous intent, and the foxy man hurriedly changed his words: "I'll go with you, don't be impulsive, girl, wait a minute, I'll go and get my belongings." ”

Feng Ling was naturally not at ease, she followed the fox man to get his belongings.

It's been two days since Feng Ling went back this time.

When they arrived at Pei's Mansion, Liu Zhi and Ye Nianjun were guarding the door of Wenchen's room, staring at each other with big eyes.

The old woman Rong closed her eyes in front of the stone table in the courtyard with an indifferent expression, while the martial idiot looked at Liu Zhi and Ye Nianjun with a strange expression.

When everyone saw Feng Ling coming in with a fox man, they all looked surprised.

Feng Ling directly took the fox man into the house, and the old man Pang was rubbing medicine on Wen Chen's wound in the house.

There was an oil lamp above Wen Chen's head, and the oil lamp was dim, as if a little heavier movement could extinguish it.

Old man Pang stopped what he was doing and looked at Medicine Immortal Yangshuo, his gaze obscene.

"Isn't this an old monster, girl, what are you doing with me captive?" the foxy man glanced at Old Man Pang and said angrily.

Feng Ling glanced at this old man with thief eyebrows and obscene eyes and said, "You go out!"

Old man Pang was not angry, he smiled and said: "I didn't expect Fairy Yang to go down the mountain in person, interesting!

He took a sip of his wine and left the room.

"Hey, old man, is that foxy face really Medicine Immortal Yangshuo?" Ye Nianjun asked.

"Your son-in-law has a good fortune!" said the old man with a playful smile.

"Bad old man, what do you mean?" Ye Nianjun asked as he looked at Old Man Pang eagerly.

Old man Pang just drank by himself, and ignored Ye Nianjun.

In the room, Yang Shuo, who had a fox face, took Wen Chen's pulse enough, he looked at Wen Chen for a long time, and finally he looked at Feng Ling and said, "Girl, if you really want to save this kid, you have to ............"

"What?" Feng Ling frowned at Yangshuo.

"Take your virgin blood from him, and add my Jiuyang Soul Returning Pill, so that he can save his life!" Yang Shuo said with an ambiguous smile.

Feng Ling was furious and wanted to draw his sword, but Yang Shuo hurriedly explained: "His essence blood is empty, and his virgin blood is an extremely yin thing, plus my Jiuyang Soul Rejuvenation Pill, it just happens that yin and yang are harmonized, girl, this can't be faked!"