Qu Yuanyuan stood aside, anxiously waiting, I don't know how many times he begged to heaven in his heart, hoping that his son could turn evil into good fortune and recover as soon as possible.

Qu Yuanyuan bit his left lower lip and bit his right lower lip, rubbing his hands against each other. I wanted to speak several times, but I wanted to stop talking. He Lao's slightly closed eyes made her hold back the anxiety in her heart.

......

After more than ten minutes, He Lao slowly opened his eyes, raised his little thumb on Ouyang Xiaochuan's wrist, and stood up.

"He Lao, how is Chuan'er? He's fine, right! You can definitely cure him, right?"

As soon as He Lao got up, he pulled the sleeve of his shirt in a round way, looking very eager, and the worry on his face was undoubtedly revealed.

Hearing the eager voice in the room, Ouyang Wujian walked in quickly.

When he saw Ao Huang, who was sitting at the table in the main hall and had nothing to do with himself, Ouyang Wujian's face changed again. glanced at Ao Huang coldly, and then turned into Ouyang Xiaochuan's bedroom.

"The head of the house. ”

"Old He, you are the best alchemist in my Flame City. Chuan'er's wounds may be healed?"

Ouyang Wujian went straight to the point.

"The head of the house has won the prize!"

He Lao nodded to Ouyang Wujian, straightened up and looked at the pear blossoms with rain on the side, the pitiful Qu Yuanyuan, and then looked at Ouyang Wujian, who was eager to know the result, but he didn't know how to speak in his heart.

"He's old, but it's okay to tell you the truth. ”

Ouyang Wujian saw that He Lao had a look of embarrassment on his face, so he spoke again.

"Yes, Master. ”

"The head of the house, the fifth lady...... The injury of the fourth young master is the most seriously injured person since the old man engaged in alchemy. Except for a slightly minor heart injury, the whole body was devastated. Old man...... I can't help it, please forgive me!"

After speaking, He Lao bent down towards Ouyang Wujian.

"Chuan'er ......"

"Plop!"

Qu Yuanyuan fainted when he heard He Laoxiang's words and fell to the ground.

"Round, round, round......"

"Someone!"

The people outside the door were all driven away by Ouyang Wujian, how could anyone come in.

After waiting for a while, no one came in, Ouyang Wujian picked up the unconscious Qu Yuanyuan and hurriedly came to Ouyang Xiaochuan's cultivation room and placed it on the carpet.

"Old He, let's see how Yuanyuan is doing first!"

"Yes, Master. ”

As he spoke, He Lao took out a small white porcelain vase from his arms.

Uncork the bottle and place the mouth of the small porcelain bottle on the curved nose.

Take a few breaths before taking it away.

After another ten seconds, the long and round eyelashes flickered twice.

"Yuanyuan, how are you?"

Ouyang Wujian hurriedly leaned down and called softly.

Qu Yuanyuan slowly opened his eyes, and when he saw Ouyang Wujian, two lines of hot tears burst out of his eyes again, slid down his cheeks to the roots of his ears, and finally fell on the hair behind his head.

"No sword, you save Chuan'er!"

Ouyang Wujian gently lifted Qu Yuanyuan up and leaned against his chest. Qu Yuanyuan may have been crying for too long, and his voice was a little weak.

"You don't have to worry! I'll do everything I can to save him. He was suddenly able to cultivate, and I was also very curious and wanted to know the secrets of his body. The strength he showed today is by no means under the cold moon, how can I let him die?"

Ouyang Wujian is upright, and he will say whatever he thinks in his heart. It's rare to say something that is inconsistent.

Ouyang Wujian looked down at Qu Yuanyuan, whose teary eyes were hazy in his arms.

"You go back first, and let me discuss it with He Lao. Chuan'er's injuries were too serious. Even if you save the people, you have to have a good way to deal with it! You're here, you're going to disturb Elder He. ”

Ouyang Wujian whispered softly.

"I listen to the head of the house. ”

After hesitating for a while, Qu Yuanyuan agreed.

"Can you get up!"

"Hmm!"

Ouyang Wujian supported Qu Yuanyuan, and only after he stood up did he let go of his hand.

"I want to see Kawa again. ”

"Okay! I'll help you through!"

Qu Yuanyuan came to Ouyang Xiaochuan's bed again, with a look of love on his face.

"Chuan'er, you must come back to life. Mother can't live without you. ”

As he spoke, two bean-sized tears slid down his cheeks and fell to the ground, shattering to pieces.

"Alright! Don't be upset. Chuan'er will be safe and sound. The nine heavenly thunders failed to kill him, this injury is nothing. ”

"Let's go back!"

Ouyang Wujian comforted.

Qu Yuanyuan stood for a while, then turned around and walked out.

......

What happened to the Ouyang family, no one in the city felt strange or wanted to find out. It's as if I didn't hear the nine thunderbolts just now.

The dark cloud in the sky just now seemed to outsiders to be a cloud as white as a marshmallow, just a little lower than usual.

There were no clouds, except for a huge colored cloud floating in the northwest corner, which did not attract too much attention from others. The sun rises in the east and rains in the west, everyone has seen this kind of weird weather, who cares about the weather with only one cloud in the sky!

......

Ouyang Wujian discussed with He Lao for most of the day, but he still didn't know how to heal Ouyang Xiaochuan's injuries.

While the two were discussing the cure plan, the little talent left in Ouyang Xiaochuan's body, which was about the thickness of a piece of paper, was wandering all over his body on its own little by little, slowly repairing Ouyang Xiaochuan's broken body.

"He Lao, since you and I can't do anything, then we can only use a dead horse as a live horse doctor, you can first use some good healing pills for him to take! ”

Ouyang Wujian was helpless.

"That's all there is to it. I hope that the fourth young master Jiren has his own natural appearance. ”

He Lao frowned and looked at Ouyang Xiaochuan on the stone bed.

"Hmm!"

"Oh, yes, master. The old man has a soul nourishing pill here, you can let the young master take it first. It can warm the young master's soul so that his soul will not be dissipated in a short period of time. As long as the soul is not extinguished. The hope of life will be greater. ”

Suddenly, the eyes of He Lao behind him lit up.

"Oh?!"

"Then thank him for him. ”

Ouyang Wujian turned around and said with a look of surprise.

"The head of the family is polite! I was able to refine this elixir, all of which were supported by my family. If I didn't have the support of my family, I wouldn't have been able to refine this Soul Nourishing Pill. ”

Ouyang Wujian nodded.

The Soul Nourishing Pill is a kind of elixir with very harsh refining methods, and it is difficult to save one out of ten. The main reason is that it has the effect of allowing the soul of the deceased to be collected and warmed, and even if the body is destroyed, the soul can exist independently. However, since then, he has become a lonely ghost.

With such a powerful elixir, He Lao was willing to take it out, how could Ouyang Wujian not be grateful?

"Family Master, this is the Soul Nourishing Pill. Hurry up and give it to the young master!"

As he spoke, He Lao took out a small blood-red porcelain vase in his hand.

"Thank you, old man!"

Ouyang Wujian was not polite. He Lao took the porcelain bottle in his hand and uncorked it.

"Wait, master!"

Seeing that Ouyang Wujian wanted to pour the pill in the bottle into his palm, He Lao hurriedly stepped forward to stop him.