Seeing that the jade body of the painting heart was not safe, Nan Duli wanted to take the opportunity to find out if the painting heart had a divine vein, and immediately said with a sincere face, "The fairy aunt is indeed not good, if you don't mind, can you let the fairy girl take a pulse in the next place, and go back to find some good medicine for the symptoms and send it to thank the fairy aunt for saving her sister." ”

He Guang Tongchen was afraid that Nan Du would leave the diagnosis of the poison of devouring the gods in the body of the painting heart, so he didn't wait for the painting heart to respond, and immediately excused himself, "Thank you for the city lord's trouble, the family teacher is only slightly ill, and there is no major problem, the deity can still deal with it, and the medicine in the house is also readily available." ”

Although his Nan clan's medical skills are not low, in front of the prodigy and Guang Tongchen, he can only be regarded as a class axe. With the light and the dust, where do you still need him to leave the south and leave for consultation?

Nan Duli naturally heard that Heguang Tongchen's words were humble, and he had already given him enough face, and it was not good to be cheeky anymore, so he got up and gave a slight blessing to the painting heart, and said goodbye, "It's in the next abrupt situation, since the pharmacist is here, the fairy aunt will be able to be healthy and healthy, and he will come to the door again to disturb him in the next day." ”

"Qingyin, you will send the city lord on behalf of the teacher. He Guang Tongchen commanded to the little girl who hung her head but stood disrespectfully.

Qingyin was peeking at Nan Duli, and immediately responded happily when she heard the voice, "Yes, Master." ”

Before turning around, Nan Duli couldn't help but look at the painting again, frowned, no longer hesitated, and walked sideways to the outside of the warm pavilion with Qingyin, and his heart was instantly ready to calculate.

It's a mule or a horse, and you'll know when you pull it out and slip it.

As for the woman who brought back with the light, whether it was a true god manifestation or a pretending to be a ghost, just find a chance to give it a try, and even he didn't need to do it himself......

Nan Du walked away from the front foot, and before he left the Qing Tower, the painting heart had already vomited blood all over his sleeves. He Guang Tongchen Huo Ran got up and immediately helped Huaxin to go to the inner courtyard where he lived on weekdays.

The sandalwood in the inner room was curling, and the light and dust couldn't help but sit on the edge of the couch, regardless of the difference between men and women, and regardless of the blood and filth, he grabbed her hand, lifted her blood-drenched sleeve robe, and carefully checked her pulse.

Looking at the brows that were frowning deeper and deeper with the light, the painting knew that it was not good, but he collected his mind and did not change his face.

"Look at your expression, isn't it...... I'm not saved, donor?" said with a sneer.

He Guang Tongchen was rare and gentle, with a solemn face, and asked without answering, "What kind of sword is the wound in the donor's heart?"

"At a glance, I knew that my heart was injured, and when I looked at a pulse, I knew that it was a sword wound, and Qingcheng Yaozun was really extraordinary. ”

Regarding the sword wound, it was a long story, and the painting heart didn't know how to explain it, so he had to lower his eyelashes, answer the question, and his words were vague.

"The wound of the benefactor has been around for 10,000 years. The fingertips of Heguang Tongchen on Hua Xinxue's wrist tightened again.

"Original...... You've already seen that I'm an old monster. Huaxin raised his head in surprise, and pretended not to be worried, looking at Heguang Tongchen, just smiled, "Little monk, are you afraid?"

He Guang Tongchen didn't laugh with the painting heart, his eyes were still staring at the painting heart, and there seemed to be a force in the silence, the painting heart was stared at by him and his back was stunned, so he had to laugh and laugh, "The ancient artifact, a sword piercing the heart, can't be healed." ”

Ancient Artifact?

He Guang Tongchen's brain exploded, like thunder, and the pain in his heart was like a long sword penetrating, and his fingertips tightened and twitched.

Why does it feel so familiar?

It was clearly her past, and it seemed to have a common memory with him. The pain of empathy made He Guang Tongchen slightly stunned.

Before I knew it, I was already muttering, "What ancient artifact, why did I hurt you?"

Huaxin laughed again, as if he was deliberately teasing him, "Little monk, your curiosity is also a little heavier, if you ask like this, I will answer them one by one, I am afraid that it will be dark this day." For the sake of your dedication to saving me, I would like you to ask one more question. ”

"What ancient artifact?" Even though there are many questions, He Guang Tongchen does not hesitate to ask, if you want to cure the disease and save your life, you must first explore the root cause, which is the first consideration of the doctor.

This question was a little surprising to the painting heart, she knew that this monk had an extraordinary background, knew a lot, and remembered the Shen Yuan sword technique he used when he cut rabbit meat for her in the deserted temple that day, hesitated a few times, and finally said frankly, "The world's first divine weapon, Shen Yuan Sword." ”

As soon as the words "Shen Yuan Sword" came out, the painting heart clearly felt the trembling of the fingertips of the light and dust.

He was in an accident, right?

It was the Shen Yuan Sword, or a sword stabbed by the God of War Jun Yi himself, and only that sword could easily bury most of the world.

Now that she's still alive, it's enough to surprise him.

What about the world's first miracle doctor?

Bo Gu Tongjin, the all-knowing god Jun Yin, was helpless about this, she actually had a glimmer of hope for this little monk? The corners of Huaxin's lips couldn't help but show a hint of mockery, she really wanted to live and wanted to go crazy.

She naturally wants to live and live for Junyi.

The world talks about everything until death, but she is transparent in her heart, if a person dies, everything will come to naught.

If you don't stop, you have to rest.

Huaxin gently brushed away the hand that was checking the pulse of Heguang Tongchen, pretending to be a light breeze and said lightly, "Even if the doctor is not good, you don't have to blame yourself, little monk, it's not that your medical skills are not good, just blame me for being too sick." ”

"It's going to be fine. ”

After being silent for a long time, he said slowly, got up and added charcoal to the stove in the house, "The donor will rest first, and the poor monk will go to decoction." ”

With that, he got up and walked outside the house.

"Wait"

Looking at the back of the light and dust, Huaxin suddenly felt inexplicably relieved. And his clear voice, it seems that I always feel like I have heard it somewhere.

Draw your mind, this person, with good eyebrows and a heroic body, should be trustworthy and entrusted, right?

"I know, I'm afraid I can't cure this disease, otherwise I ......"

Otherwise, Heguang Tongchen would not only have the words "will be fine" three words of comfort, the painting heart sighed lowly, and reached out to touch the soul bead from his arms.

The soul bead is blue and faint, but it illuminates the face of the painting heart, which is even more pale.

As soon as He Guang Tongchen looked back, he saw the solemnity of the painting heart's eyebrows, and the painting heart swallowed back the unfinished words, and reached out to hand out the soul suppression bead.

"Before, I promised you a beautiful city, just as I promised him that he would save Nanxun Nuan and return to the city, but now it seems that it has become my mouth, and I am afraid that nothing can be done. ”

Huaxin held his heart, paused, endured the pain and breathed a long breath, and when he spoke again, Huaxin said with a crisp voice, and the light and dust listened to the words of the heart.

"You can guess this soul bead even if you don't say it, naturally I took it from King Yi. The thoughts of the southern little county lord about King Yi are also hidden in this soul bead. I think that instead of letting Nan Xunnuan be a lonely ghost, she may prefer to stay in this town soul bead and be by his side day and night. ”

The more I talked, the more my heart hurt the more I felt.

Treat others by herself, the world is big, wild and wild, and the only thing she wants to go to is the side of that person.