In the room
After Hua Rong saw Han Mo fainted, she quickly ran to Feng Lingxuan late at night and invited Aunt Nan Kui over to look at Han Mo's injuries.
Nan Kui didn't want to come to Hibiscus Mountain in the middle of the night, but when she heard that Han Mo was injured, she quickly put on a coat and hurried over.
Without looking too much, she guessed at a glance that the scars on his body were caused by the original whip. This kid is a close disciple of Elder Hua on Muzhen Mountain. His cultivation level is not low, and he still holds the Yuexin Sword in his hand. Who dares to be so bold and hurt him like this?
She guessed it without thinking too much.
"This is the secret medicine Guyue that I specially developed. If you apply it to Mo'er's injured area, the skin and flesh will heal in less than half a month."
Huarong happily took it, "Okay, thank you Aunt Nan."
Nan Kui handed him the medicine, glanced at Han Mo who was unconscious on the bed, and sighed, "But his injury is so serious, I'm afraid he won't be able to practice in a short time."
"What?" Huarong trembled.
"When he wakes up, tell him that the whip marks on his body won't heal in two or three months, so he needs to take a good rest and replenish his body."
"Okay, okay, disciple, I've written it down."
Nan Kui shook his head and smiled, "Actually, I should be the one thanking you. You take such good care of him. I should thank you properly on behalf of his troubled parents."
Hua Rong looked at her in surprise, "Nan...what did Aunt Nan say?"
What, what does it mean to thank him for his troubled parents? Could it be that Aunt Nan and Junior Brother Hanmo...
"His parents and I are old acquaintances. My ancestors and his father's ancestors are brothers in the same room. After all, I should be half a snake tribesman."
"So...that's it." Hua Rong understood, and Han Mo had known Aunt Nan for a long time. No wonder he had just knocked on the door of Feng Lingxuan's Yu Ning Pavilion, and had already shown his superb medical skills and aloofness. The cold and arrogant Aunt Nan was invited to come down.
It turns out there is this relationship.
"Then Junior Brother Hanmo is going to call you aunt?"
Aunt Nan nodded, "Yes, but I rarely interact with the Snake Clan. Instead, I have a close relationship with his mother, so he called me Aunt Nan, and I was happy."
Besides, she met his mother first and then his father, so he always called her Aunt Nan. Even if she later found out that he was cousin Hanshui's son, she still let him call her whatever he wanted.
"That's a good relationship." Huarong squeezed the medicine bottle in her hand and smiled happily. There is such an aunt with superb medical skills taking care of him in Cangling Mountain. Then what kind of injuries he will get and what kind of medicine he needs will be at his fingertips?
His beautiful appearance can also follow Junior Brother Han Mo and benefit from his aunt's glory.
After Nan Kui lowered his body to explore Han Mo's hand veins and breath, he found that his heart source power was somewhat disordered, and even more than half of his heart source power was missing for some unknown reason.
She frowned and slowly let go of her hand, "How could this happen?"
"What...what's wrong?" Hua Rong's heart was lifted again after she had just let go. Could it be that Junior Brother Hanmo has some other hidden illness?
Nan Kui turned to look at him, "What is his current level of cultivation power?"
Huarong Zhaoshi replied: "It seems to be about 1.5 million years."
If he remembered correctly, it should be like this. Originally, he had two and a half million years of cultivation spiritual power, but later he heard that one million years of spiritual power was lost. In order to enhance the cultivation power of Junior Sister Miaoyuan, a casting formation was created.
The corrosion formation is very dangerous, and it is a forbidden secret technique that is very taboo among the people of the demon clan. If it is not done well, it will cost someone's life, so under normal circumstances, few people dare to take risks.
But for Junior Sister Miaoyuan, Junior Brother Hanmo directly gave away half of the spiritual power of more than two million years of cultivation without even caring about his own life. One can imagine how deeply he cares for Junior Sister Miaoyuan.
But these are all Junior Brother Hanmo's private matters. Seeing how Aunt Nan doesn't know about it now, she knows that Junior Brother Hanmo didn't tell this matter casually. Therefore, Huarong himself is even more difficult to describe.
Nan Kui's frown deepened, why was this different from the one in the rumors, "I remember that the King of the Snake Clan has the power of cultivation for more than two million years, right?"
Moreover, he also took the Blood Spirit Bead Flower and practiced and improved day and night. It seems that he has far exceeded the power of more than two million years of cultivation. How come he has regressed now without increasing? One and a half million years of cultivation power.
Huarong lowered her head and did not dare to speak.
Damn this brat, he said he fainted because he passed out, leaving him to face these things alone.
"He is the best among the juniors. Even the little immortals from the fairy clan and the little prince from the demon clan don't have such advanced cultivation power as him!"
"Now Mo'er is only 1.5 million years old, and he has more than 2 million years of cultivation power, but he is respected by everyone and respected by the younger generation."
"How can this, this spiritual power just disappear?"
Huarong lowered her head deeper and deeper. Damn it, what should he say?
Do you want him to tell Aunt Nan that your cousin has fallen in love with His Highness, a member of the ghost clan, and gave away half of his cultivation power in order to help His Highness improve his spiritual power?
Then if Aunt Nan knew about this, wouldn't she scold Junior Brother Han Mo severely?
Seeing that he kept his head down and said nothing, Nan Kui looked at him and asked, "Do you know about this?"
Huarong quickly shook her head, "No, no, no, I don't know, I really don't know these things. Aunt Nan should wait until Junior Brother Hanmo wakes up, and you can ask him yourself."
When Nan Kui saw how shaken he was, she guessed that he probably knew, but didn't dare to tell her.
She didn't force it, "Okay, then I'll ask him again when he wakes up."
Huarong nodded quickly, "Yes."
"In that case, I would like to trouble you to take good care of him. The injuries on his body should be treated with medicine as soon as possible to avoid contact with water. I will have others sent over after I prepare it tomorrow."
Huarong bowed and saluted, "Yes, disciple understands."
Nan Kui turned around and walked out. If she had read correctly just now, the two people sitting drinking tea under the locust tree in the courtyard were Elder Hua Qinyan Hua and his eldest disciple, the Crown Prince of the Dragon Clan, Long Sheng.
After Huarong saw that she had left, she quickly checked whether the doors and windows were closed and whether there was anyone else's scent in the room.
After everything was checked, Han Mo was changed into clothes, boiled water, wiped and applied medicine. After the medicine was applied and the quilt was put on him again, he discovered that the golden basin next to the bed was full of blood-red water. The dirty medicine residue and even the robes scattered on the ground could be cleaned with a tattered rag. Described.
Alas, junior brother may have to learn a lesson this time.
