"Even a doctor would ask a few questions from his family members before performing an acupuncture operation." The Saint Yuan Ancestor looked at Mu Cang calmly. Mu Cang's expression was firm. From being uneasy at the beginning to being calm now, his reaction was really surprising. Quite unexpected.
Do you really know nothing? Not surprisingly, after listening to Mu Cang's words, the Saint Yuan Patriarch suddenly smiled.
"It was her Shui Miaomiao that I knew, it was her Shui Miaomiao that they met, and it was her Shui Miaomiao who was accepted as a closed disciple by Chengxian Lingjun. If Shui Miaomiao is injured, many people will be sad."
"Yes." The Saint Yuan Ancestor nodded, "I'm just asking as usual. You will be sad. What about her parents?"
"Unless they come from aristocratic families, most people who enter the world of gods and demons will never be able to see their parents again in this life. To put it bluntly, her parents may have become nothing more than two earthbags."
Looking at Mu Cang's serious expression, the Saint Yuan Ancestor wanted to say that if he could give birth to a daughter with prosperous immortality, her parents' immortality should not be much different.
Could Mu Cang not know? He was a neighbor of Shui Miaomiao's family. Shui Miaomiao's parents looked like they were not ordinary people. But the important thing now was to let the Saint Yuan Ancestor save Shui Miaomiao, so he could only use words to offend them.
He and she have been neighbors for more than ten years, and they have not spoken more than ten words in total. Although she will not bully her parents for her death like other children in the village, and call herself a disaster star.
It's probably because I have a tutor.
But she would never take the initiative to talk to herself, let alone ask herself halfway like if she wanted a wife. '
He asked for it, and although he returned it in the end, he could never lose Shui Miaomiao again.
That's it... The Saint Yuan Ancestor looked at Shui Miaomiao, who was lying on the bed and his face was getting paler.
Although the soul is loose, it is 100% consistent with the body. Who can seize the body to this extent? Is it destined to seize the body?
Since the end of Ying Yunsu's birthday party, the word "seize the body" has been inexplicably often flashing through the mind of the Saint Yuan Ancestor for no reason.
Can anyone really seize a body without any flaws?
The Saint Yuan Ancestor has seen several people seize their bodies. Seizing their bodies is a desperate struggle at a critical moment. They are in a panic and have no choice, but the end is often worse than being voluntarily executed.
Some bodies have poor compatibility with their souls, and their bodies begin to fester within a short period of time until they die; some will be disturbed by the remnants of the original owner and go crazy until they die; and some will find that the body that was taken away from their body, If you cannot improve your cultivation, you will either lose sight of everyone, or you will not bear the tragic fate of the original owner.
To be honest, it's unfair. You can't expect the person who will have his body taken away from him to be a wealthy person. Of course, he is sufficiently down and miserable to have a weak will and be found an opportunity by evil people.
Of course, more people who took the body were found and executed. The first time they were able to take the body was a fluke. Did you think there would be a second time?
I'm afraid this is just a defect in the soul. It's pitiful. It's no wonder why Xiao Xian'er and Xiao Chenchen are too pampered towards their little apprentice and junior sister.
I am too sensitive.
Mu Cang noticed that the expression of the Saint Yuan Ancestor had softened, and he struck while the iron was hot and said, "I don't know what my ancestor needs, I will prepare it. I just hope that my ancestor can save Shui Miaomiao, I am willing."
After saying that, Mu Cang knelt down and kowtowed.
The Saint Yuan Ancestor glanced at him, and Mu Cang was frozen in place, unable to bend his knees even an inch.
At his age, there are many things he has to do when others bow to him. In his later years, Saint Yuan Ancestor just wants to live in peace. Besides, something happened to Xiao Xianxian's apprentice under his care. This matter is not something he can do. So round.
So treatment is a given and no additional commitment is required.
"Make me a cup of tea." Saint Yuan Ancestor stood up, "I'm old and still have to do such hard work. You can't let me not even have a cup of hot tea."
It's difficult to summon souls. It can take half a life away at a time. Saint Yuan Ancestor feels tired just thinking about it. Of course, Saint Yuan Ancestor will not lose half his life, which is only one-tenth of his cultivation level. ?
One-tenth of the cultivation level of the Saint Yuan Ancestor is also terrifying.
Mu Cang said yes, turned and left the room...
Above the ice palace, Shui Miaomiao felt more and more tired. Wasn't it just a dream? The dream also involves sleeping! But this tiredness doesn't feel like sleepiness.
Shui Miaomiao felt that if she closed her eyes, she would never be able to open them again, so she kept holding on, but her eyelids became heavier and heavier, and her consciousness became increasingly blurred.
Shui Miaomiao's head moved slowly, as if she was about to fall asleep in the next second.
"Hiss." Shui Miaomiao tilted her head back violently, who the hell was pulling her hair! It hurt her so much that Shui Miaomiao climbed up from the feather cushion and stared back.
"Holy, Holy Ancestor!" Why did the Holy Ancestor appear here and pull his hair? This dream became more and more fantasy, and Shui Miaomiao immediately became energetic.
"Still not leaving yet!" Saint Yuan Ancestor said angrily.
"Oh, okay, okay." Shui Miaomiao nodded and looked back at the Ice Palace. The appearance of the Holy Ancestor made the production in the Ice Palace seem more and more unreal.
As the Holy Ancestor muttered something, Shui Miaomiao found that her memory was suddenly blurring. What was the name of that gentle and watery woman? Did he really put a baby in an ice coffin on a high platform?
I haven't heard the baby's cry. Is that baby still alive?
Shui Miaomiao suddenly wanted to take a look, but she didn't want to leave yet.
"Hiss~" Severe pain came from his head, and Shui Miaomiao slowed down.
They will try their best to keep her here, and only pain can keep her awake.
"Don't want to leave?" The voice of Saint Yuan Ancestor came from all directions, carrying echoes.
"No." Shui Miaomiao shook her head. She had wanted to leave for a long time, but how should she leave?
It's fine if you want to leave, but if you're afraid that you'll be so lost that you don't want to leave, that'll be troublesome.
Suddenly his feet were empty, and Shui Miaomiao felt himself falling rapidly. His eyes were filled with darkness...
One day and one night, Saint Yuan Ancestor finally drank the hot tea served by Mu Cang. He sat on a chair, holding the tea, his breath was slightly unsteady, but everything else seemed normal.
Ancestor Saint Yuan drank the tea in the cup in one gulp. Mu Cang didn't know how to make tea, so he could only serve as a thirst quencher. The only good thing about this tea was that it was fresh, and it had to be cold and added with water.
Cooling down a cup while brewing another cup is the only thing Mu Cang can do.
"Ancestor." Mu Cang respectfully handed over the hot towel.
The Saint Yuan Ancestor looked at it, nodded, took the towel with some relief, and wiped the sweat from his forehead.
"Have a look."
Although Mu Cang stood quietly in front of the Saint Yuan Ancestor and did not eagerly ask what was going on, the Saint Yuan Ancestor knew that his heart would have rushed to the bed.
He is not a bad person, and he is not weak enough to need anyone to take care of him, so what should he do?
Although the Saint Yuan Ancestor looks a bit fierce, he is much more charitable than the kind-faced An Jue Lao, and has no bad taste.
Mu Cang quickly walked to the bed.
