"It's not that easy."
"Even if the Wudang Master comes, he may not be able to save my mother."
Just when everyone thought hope was coming.
Xu Weixiong poured cold water on everyone without hesitation.
Xu Weixiong didn't want the young man who treated her like his own flesh and blood to live longer.
But as she grows older, she understands more.
The more I know how difficult this is.
While studying in the Yin Academy, I learned a lot about the three religions.
Such a thing as rescuing a dying person from the gate of hell is no less a fantasy than resurrecting a dead person.
Even the most famous figures in history may not be able to do it.
Lu Dongxuan 800 years ago may have the ability, but he would definitely not do it. Gao Shulu, the only man who wandered through time as a heavenly being 400 years ago, might be able to do it.
The dragon and tiger Qi Xuanzhen from a hundred years ago might also be able to do it.
Apart from this, she doesn't think anyone else in Kyushu today has such ability.
And the legendary characters she knew were only possible, not 100%.
Wu Changqing's chances of rescuing their mother were extremely slim.
No one present except the ignorant three-year-old child understood this.
Everyone was silent.
At this time, there is a corner in the courtyard.
Zi Yi, who was keeping warm with He Bao Tuan alone, realized it later and looked at everyone in the venue like monsters.
"He...he is Xu Xiao's son!"
He had already realized that he was now trapped in Xuanyuan Qingfeng, the residence of the largest feudal prince in Liyang.
Like a frightened baby bird, it cowered in the corner in fear.
In my heart, I was even more horrified by Wu Changqing's true identity.
She had always relied on her status as the eldest daughter of Xuanyuan, and did not take the absolute majority of the children of powerful forces in the world into her eyes.
Even the Wu Family Sword Tomb, which is known as a forbidden place for warriors, she can look at it calmly.
Only facing Beiliang Prince's Mansion, she didn't dare to make any mistakes.
They, Xuanyuan Shi, were nothing in front of the greatest vassal king.
When Xu Xiaoma set foot on the rivers and lakes, didn't he crush martial arts tycoons like their Xuanyuan family...
It took three days since Wu Changqing entered the hospital.
There was no big movement inside.
Xu Xiao sat in the courtyard for three days, never sleeping at all.
The six adopted sons also came to this courtyard every day at dawn and accompanied Xu Xiao to wait for the results.
During this period, Xu Fengnian asked Wei Shuyang to make a pilgrimage and pray to the gods in the Taoist ancestral court for his mother.
Until the evening of the third day.
Wu Su's door was slowly pushed open from the inside.
The people who had already gathered together looked at the door expectantly.
Everyone looked at them with surprise as they saw that in those three days, many white-haired teenagers had appeared, and they slowly walked out of the house with tired expressions.
The young man's face was slightly pale, but he still walked evenly, with a slight smile on his face.
While everyone was deeply shocked when they saw this scene, they also somewhat knew the final result.
One by one they rushed into the room with excited expressions.
Only Xu Xiao slowly stood up and came to his most beloved son.
"Qing'er, thank you for your hard work."
There are no complicated emotions revealed.
Xu Xiao, whose face was filled with relief, just held Wu Changqing's hand tightly with one hand and patted Wu Changqing's shoulder gently with the other hand.
Then he turned around and walked into the room.
soon.
Xu Fengnian's joyful laughter came from the room.
The whole room seemed to feel more relaxed.
When everyone walked out of the room excitedly, wanting to express their complicated emotions with Wu Changqing.
There was no figure of Wu Changqing outside the house.
Listen to the tide outside the lake.
"Is the princess okay?"
Xuanyuan Qingfeng asked curiously.
She didn't know when she had followed Wu Changqing's footsteps.
The two of them wandered around the palace leisurely.
Unknowingly, we arrived in front of Tingchao Lake.
"It can be considered as a temporary extension of breath."
Wu Changqing sighed softly as he walked in this unfamiliar place with his hands behind his back.
"You wouldn't give part of your longevity to the princess, would you?!"
After Xuanyuan Qingfeng received the affirmative answer, he couldn't help but look shocked.
"Oh, you are really whimsical."
"Churen Shouyuan...you must have read too many of those made-up travel notes."
Wu Changqing twitched the corner of his mouth and couldn't help but feel speechless.
However, he did not pass his longevity to Wu Su.
Even if he wanted to, he simply couldn't.
Even though he is on the path of cultivating immortality, longevity is something that comes with a person's birth, illness and death.
If you can extract the longevity essence from your body, it will turn into the essence of heaven and earth and escape into the world.
Not absorbed by others at all.
What he did was to continuously instill nearly half of the spiritual energy he had accumulated in the past five years into Wu Su's body.
The tendons and veins in Wu Su's body had already been severed by 80%.
If you want to repair all 80% of the muscles and veins, even with spiritual energy, it is difficult to do it.
Fortunately, he had an idea and found another place to do it.
The sword takes a different direction and traces the origin.
Wu Su suffered physical injuries because he forced himself into the realm of the Sword Immortal.
He treated the disease with swordsmanship, and used the natural sword fetus as a guide to forcibly absorb the remaining power of the sword immortal in Wu Su's body.
A warrior's body is the container, his mind, inner strength, and sword intention are the water that fills the container.
The containers were in dilapidated condition.
This water will only cause the container to break faster.
He then sucked up all the water in the other person's body and poured in clearer water.
Let this broken thing that cannot be hollowed out at once become a castle in the air.
Under the infusion of a large amount of his spiritual energy, Wu Su's body, which had no cultivation at all, slowly began to heal itself.
If she could gain some understanding during this period, she could transform the spiritual energy into her own strength.
It is not impossible to regain some of your original strength.
But these are no longer important.
The important thing is that Wu Su was saved.
And Wu Changqing also benefited greatly. During this period, the natural sword fetus gradually had the opportunity to make up for it.
Overall, everyone is happy.
Inside Beiliang City.
Originally, the common people who had already heard the news three days ago had prepared their silk shrouds and made white paper lanterns hung on the eaves.
Waiting for the day when the Princess of Beiliang, whom they admire, dies.
They sent the whole city to him.
It ended up waiting for three days.
Instead of waiting for Princess Beiliang to die of illness, another piece of gossip came out.
Wu Su...it's okay.
Not to mention the spies from other forces, especially Liyang, hiding in Beiliang City, who looked like they had eaten shit.
It is said that on this day, all the people in the city changed from white to red.
It's obviously not a solar holiday.
But there were festive red lanterns hanging high, and the whole city was bustling with activity, comparable to the Spring Festival.
And the various news spread by Beiliang.
This is the only thing that makes all the forces moved!
