After Yan Yun gave Xu Rong the money and the Xuan Ling Stone, he went back satisfied.
She and Lu Li stayed in the city temporarily. They observed for three days and left after confirming that nothing happened.
They headed all the way towards Kyoto, and one after another they dropped the remaining six or seven sub-plates into cities of all sizes.
Duocai watched Yan Yun's net worth continue to increase in the background. Although the magnitude was not high, it was actually increasing.
Okay, it admits it, there is something to be said for picking up rags.
Because apart from the rags she picked up that were really useless, she also gained a lot of windfall through its appraisal.
Some small tasks are basically completed before it is released.
When they finished placing the last sub-plate, they were ready to go home.
"Host, don't go back in a hurry, go south now."
Duocai's voice was in her mind, telling Yan Yun to stop, and then she looked at Lu Li, "You go back first, I'll go do something."
Lu Li nodded, "Then please pay attention to your safety."
This city is thousands of miles away from the original Qilian City, so it won't snow here and it's much warmer. She drove her sword south and saw a lot of greenery.
Duocai guided her straight into the mountains. She placed herself high in the sky and looked down at several houses faintly located among the mountains.
"Okay host, go down."
She descended through the clouds and mist, the whistling wind passed by her ears, and she entered the deep mountains. She felt a sense of elegance and elegance, and the top of the mountain was surrounded by wisps of mist, giving it a slightly hazy feel.
As she went down, the smell of blood coming from the tip of her nose became more and more obvious. Could it be that someone was trying to seize the treasure? Duocai wants her to pick up the leaks?
With doubts in mind, she landed not far from those houses.
"Host, it's not here, you're going the wrong way."
Duocai reminded, but the smell of blood on the tip of his nose made Yan Yun want to go in and find out.
She approached the house and was surprised to find that the three characters "Yue Yuezong" were heavily carved on the huge stone in front of the door.
These three characters have their own style, and they have a somewhat ethereal meaning in this mountain.
There were several soft whimpering sounds from the children in the house. When she gently pushed open the ajar door, they were frightened and took several steps back, looking at her stubbornly and horrified.
There was a strong smell of blood on the tip of my nose. The front yard was in a mess. Many places were stained with light blood. The blood color on the khaki ground ranged from light to dark. There were several seven or eight-year-old children, some ordinary people, some... Those who practice Qi can only reach the second level of Qi training at the highest level.
They knelt on the ground around a seriously injured man, tears streaming uncontrollably.
"I'll fight you!"
A little boy wiped away his tears fiercely, punched Yan Yun with red eyes and waved his fist.
"I am not a bad guy."
Yan Yun easily immobilized him, and she moved to their side, wanting to check the man's injuries.
They looked at her warily, scared and at a loss.
His Dantian was shattered, his meridians were cut off, and a large amount of spiritual energy leaked out of his body. He was already in a state of exhaling too much air and not incoming.
They wanted to stop her from coming forward, but she didn't look like a villain. She hesitated for a moment and blocked the man.
"Please save our sect master."
The oldest girl looked at Yan Yun who was about the same age as her in front of her. After thinking for a moment, she knelt down and begged her without hesitation.
She doesn't know if the person in front of her is a good person, but she doesn't know what to do anymore
Yan Yun felt a little complicated. She raised her hand to lift up her bent knees, and then channeled her spiritual power into the man's body.
But it didn't help, as much as she passed in came out.
So she began to try to help him repair his meridians. She carefully wrapped the meridians all over his body with spiritual power, but in the end they would dissipate and disappear.
From the corner of her eye, Yan Yun saw the hope igniting in the eyes of these children. She was touched and felt helpless for a moment, even though she knew in her heart that he could not be saved.
She tried to mend the man's meridians again and again.
Finally, with a slight cough, bright red blood continued to flow out of the man's mouth, and Yan Yun quickly stuffed him with a pill to stop the bleeding.
The elixir melted in the mouth, and the man's face turned as pale as the moonlight. He reluctantly opened his eyes, a little stunned, as if he didn't expect that he could wake up.
His eyes were a little nervous, looking for the children's figures. When the shadows turned into real figures, there was a strange and friendly face in front of him.
"The sect leader is awake!"
The children were always paying attention to his condition, and when they saw him finally opening his eyes, they all cried with joy.
"Who are you?"
Fang Jiuru's voice was almost breathy. He sighed, and he didn't know where he got the strength to hold down Yan Yun's hand that was still trying to transmit spiritual energy, "I'm going to die, thank you, little girl. "
"Sect Master, you will not die. You said you would lead us to revive the sect, and you said you would not abandon us!"
The girl who just wanted to kneel down cried until her eyelids were red and swollen. She was the most cultivated among the children. At the same time, she also understood that the sect master could not be saved. The fact was in front of her, and she did not want to believe it.
Yan Yun was a little overwhelmed, and the feeling of being powerless made her uncomfortable.
Fang Jiuru reluctantly sat up with the help of the children. He looked at Yan Yun, his eyes suddenly brightened.
He raised his hand towards Yan Yun, and in the palm of his hand was a light green ring, with three circles based on a tree branch. The spiritual energy emanating from it was richer than the treasure Duocai wanted her to find.
"This is a portable space. It is the treasure of our sect, which is passed down from generation to generation of our sect masters."
Yan Yun vaguely guessed what he wanted to say, lowered his eyes and wanted to refuse politely, "I might"
"Now I am willing to give it to you, but I only ask that you can protect these children for ten years."
Fang Jiuru knew that he was embarrassing others and felt deeply helpless. He frowned and almost couldn't breathe, "It only takes ten years."
Yan Yun looked at his sad and helpless eyes, and then looked at the children. It was difficult to say rejection.
"Host, don't promise him, you are still a child, how can you raise so many children!"
Duocai saw that she had softened her heart and hurriedly dissuaded her.
"good."
She still took the spirit ring.
Duocai expected this to happen, and it was a little helpless. It could only comfort itself. It would not be a loss to the host to exchange for a portable space ring every ten years.
"Thank you little girl."
Fang Jiuru used his last breath to erase the mark of the spiritual ring, which was undoubtedly another heavy blow to him.
His eyes were faintly broken. He looked at these children and held his breath again. He said uneasily: "You all listen carefully. You must listen to her. Don't fight or disobey."
His words stopped abruptly, and his eyes completely lost their luster.
