What people?!"

When Xiang'er just landed in the small courtyard where her grandmother lived, a man's scolding came from her grandmother's house, and then she saw an old man in a silver robe rushing out of the house.

"Second grandfather?" Xiang'er immediately recognized this person as Sikong Zhengyi, that is, Sikong Xiaoning's second brother.

"Xiang'er, you didn't leave?" Sikong Zhengyi was first shocked when he saw that it was Xiang'er, and then he was overjoyed.

"Ahem, Xiang'er, what are you doing here?" At this time, a weak female voice came from the room.

"Grandma. Xiang'er screamed and rushed into the house.

And it was only at this time that Sikong Zhengyi found that there was still a person standing next to him, only to see that person with white hair and gray robes, fairy wind bones, obviously standing there, but it gave people the feeling that he was not there, this person was Fang Yuan who came with Xiang'er.

Sikong Zhengyi couldn't help but feel a pang in his heart, and asked, "What is this friend's surname Gao and what is the so-called thing about coming to my Sikong family?"

Fang Yuan didn't bother to take care of him, and walked towards the house.

"Hmph!" Although Sikong Zhengyi realized that the other party was a master, but after all, this was his Sikong family, how could he bear it if the other party ignored him so much, he immediately snorted coldly, stretched out his hand and grabbed Fang Yuan, but he used the family heirloom dragon snatcher.

Facing the right hand that Sikong Justice had captured, Fang Yuan's footsteps did not pause in the slightest, and he didn't even change his direction, but his left hand waved lightly at Sikong Zhengyi, as if he was driving away a nasty fly.

Seeing that the other party was so supportive, Sikong Justice was even more angry from his heart, and the original five-point strength was instantly mentioned as nine, vowing to make the other party look good, but it was just ......

Seeing that his hand was about to clasp the other party's shoulder, a soft but irresistible force suddenly surged, and Sikong Zhengyi's entire body was instantly shifted by a few feet, as if he had consciously moved Fang Yuan's position.

Sikong Zhengyi froze on the spot, his right hand still holding the grip, but his target had already entered the house flutteringly.

Fang Yuan stepped into the room, and was greeted by a simple and elegant suite, with a living room at the door, a compartment on the left and right, and a wooden hollow flower wall between the hall and the hall, and Xiang'er was sitting on a carved bed in the right compartment at this time.

In addition to Xiang'er, there was only the woman leaning on the bed, the woman was about forty years old, with white temples, a sallow complexion, and a haggard face, who was holding Xiang'er's hand at this time, quietly looking at Fang Yuan who had just come in, this woman was obviously Xiang'er's grandmother - Sikong Xiaoning.

Xiang'er turned her head to find the woman's gaze, and found Fang Yuan behind her, and called softly: "Master." Then he wiped away his tears, then turned to the woman and said, "Grandma, this is my master, he is here to save you." Xiang'er's words were slightly choked.

Sikong Xiaoning suddenly heard the words, and Fang Yuan nodded slightly and bowed and said: "It turned out that the Ancestor of Qingtian was here, and the old man was sick, so he couldn't get up to greet him, and he looked at Haihan." ”

Fang Yuan smiled slightly, raised his hands and said, "It's okay, it's important for Daoist friends to take care of their health." "This is Xiang'er's grandmother after all, and Fang Yuan is also rarely pretending to be serious.

Sikong Xiaoning returned him with a sad smile, and at the same time doubted in his heart: "This Qingtian Lao'er doesn't seem to be as lonely and evil as the legend says, is it really as Xiang'er said that his personality has changed greatly and he has become a righteous and benevolent teacher?"

Xiang'er, who reacted, hurriedly pulled Fang Yuan down in front of the bed, and said anxiously, "Master, hurry up and heal grandma." ”

Seeing this, Fang Yuan had no choice but to say to Sikong Xiaoning, "Fellow Daoist, can you let me check on your condition below?"

"There is Patriarch Lao. Sikong Xiaoning nodded slightly, and at the same time, hope rose in her heart, although her injury was determined to be an incurable disease by countless famous medical masters, but after all, the Ancestor of Qingtian was an immortal-level figure who had been famous for hundreds of years and had made great achievements, as long as she was willing to take action, then her injury would really have the possibility of healing.

Fang Yuan stretched out two fingers and gently placed them on Sikong Xiaoning's wrist, then closed his eyes and probed carefully.

After the tea, Fang Yuan withdrew his fingers with a solemn face, looked at Sikong Xiaoning, and then at Xiang'er, but he didn't say a word.

"What's wrong with Master?" Xiang'er was furious by his eyes, and couldn't help asking.

Sikong Xiaoning also looked at Fang Yuan with a worried expression, and his heart was constantly sinking.

"Alas. Fang Yuan looked at Xiang'er, sighed lightly, and then said to Sikong Xiaoning: "Daoyou was injured by the artistic conception, and because he was not treated properly in time, he was corroded by the artistic conception remaining in the body. ”

Sikong Xiaoning smiled bitterly when he heard this: "What the patriarch said is good, the old body has been seen over the years, it is not a pity to die in the year of the sixtieth year, and after the old body is gone, this fragrant child will have to bother the ancestor to take care of it." ”

"Grandma!" Xiang'er burst into tears when she heard this, and she fell on the bed and cried.

"Xiang'er, you have to be good in the future, follow the ancestor to learn martial arts, don't be lazy, and don't worry about your father's affairs anymore, just let him resign himself to fate. Sikong Xiaoning stroked Xiang'er's hair and said, as if she was telling her last words.

"Grandma, I don't want you to die. Xiang'er cried hoarsely.

"Silly Xiang'er, people will eventually die, and this life and death is just a reincarnation, and it doesn't matter. Sikong Xiaoning smiled bitterly and comforted.

"Ahem" Fang Yuan coughed lightly twice at this time, and said with embarrassment: "That...... Fellow Daoist, you don't have to die. ”

Sikong Xiaoning looked at Fang Yuan, who looked like an immortal wind dao bone, suspiciously.

Xiang'er also stopped crying, and asked Fang Yuan with a look of surprise: "Master, you have a way to save grandma, right?!"

"Hmm. Fang Yuan nodded and hummed lightly, and he was still hesitating in his heart at this time, hesitating which method to use to save people.

The first is to forcibly use internal force to help Sikong Xiaoning repair the meridians, with the strength of his internal force and special healing properties, although it cannot completely eradicate the artistic conception, but it can also repair the damaged meridians to seventy-seven eighty-eight, but this method treats the symptoms but not the root cause, and over time, the other party's injuries will eventually recur.

The second is to teach the other party the Taishang Wangqi Technique, the magic of the Taishang Wangqi Technique, with the deepening of cultivation, this injury can naturally heal without treatment, this shortcoming, one is that the time is too long, there are too many variables, the other party is now terminally ill, and now it is not too late to cultivate, but it is an unknown number;

The third method is to find the original owner of the artistic conception, let it recover the artistic conception remaining in Sikong Xiaoning's body, and then let Fang Yuan heal the wounds of Sikong Xiaoninggong, which will surely heal quickly, but the original owner of this artistic conception is a problem.

Speaking of the residual artistic conception in Sikong Xiaoning's body, Fang Yuan was very familiar with it, it was the unique hegemony realm of the Ji family, so the person who injured Sikong Xiaoning was also about to come out, it must be the Ji clan royalty.

Although Qingtian is respected as the first in the world and the chief of the royal family, deep down in his heart, he has always been very, very afraid of one person, that person is Ji Xingran, the founding emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty, and this fear comes not only from Ji Xingran's unparalleled force, but also from the other party's resourcefulness.

In fact, Qingtian has always suspected that Ji Xingran is not dead, so for so many years, he will honestly stay on Qingtian Peak and silently deter the martial arts heroes for the Great Zhou Dynasty.

Fang Yuan, who inherited Qingtian's body and memory, also unconsciously inherited Qingtian's fear, which is why he only lightly stunned the prince that day, and did not hurt the killer, he was almost sure that even if Ji Xingran died, he would definitely leave a back hand to deal with him, not to mention that the other party was likely not dead at all, thinking about Ji Xingran's horror back then, he was a little weak-hearted.

"Master?" Xiang'er saw that Fang Yuan was in a daze for a while, then she got up and grabbed the other party's arm and shook it for a while.

"Ah" Fang Yuan came back to his senses in an instant, patted Xiang'er's shoulder and said with a smile: "Don't worry, as a teacher, I will heal your grandmother." ”

After saying that, Fang Yuan sat on the edge of the bed, grabbed one of Sikong Xiaoning's hands, and the thick True Qi began to slowly surging towards the other party's body, and where the True Qi passed, the damaged meridians were reborn and restored.