Lu Hua burst into the room and rushed in. He quickly released his spiritual power and treated the redness and swelling on his neck for Xu Jiaohe who was lying on the bed.
The black mist did not kill Xu Jiaohe, but it caused her throat to be injured, making it extremely difficult to speak every word.
Coupled with her face, which was so strangled that the ends of her eyes were red and dripping with tears, she really agreed with the lie that You Wenyu had told her in the first place.
A widow who grieves excessively and cannot control her emotions, so her voice breaks from crying.
Outside Xu Jiaohe's room, the Yunxian Sect sent four Nascent Soul disciples to guard the four corners of the inner courtyard. The remaining masters of the sect, under the leadership of the gatekeepers, followed the escaping breath of the black mist and pursued him. Even You Wenyu Not immune either.
Even if the sect-protecting formation usually only hides the sect and prevents mortals from entering by mistake, as the number one cultivating sect in Xiaodongtian, the inner peak of the Yunxian Sect was actually stolen into by an unknown thief in the middle of the night, and he was also humiliated. What kind of behavior is this for Mr. Yandao's widowed wife? !
What a shame!
Upon receiving the news, the law enforcement elder was so anxious that he sat up from the bed and hurried to Huaiyuan Peak without even putting on his robes.
Worrying about the differences between men and women, he stood in the inner court and ordered his female disciples to go inside and call Xu Jiaohe out for questioning.
"I've met Mr. Jiaohe."
The female disciple bowed in salute and told Xu Jiaohe her intention, "There are many suspicious things about the intrusion of thieves at Huaiyuan Peak tonight. For this reason, Master specially sent me here. I hope you can go to Mingjing Hall. Cooperate with us to investigate."
She spoke sincerely, but Xu Jiaohe couldn't listen.
The reason was that every time she took a breath, there was a burning pain deep in her trachea. Only Luhua's spiritual power could make her feel better.
She moaned and lay on Lu Hua's lap, tears streaming from the corners of her eyes, looking weak and pitiful.
"It hurts so much, wuwu, Luhua, it hurts so much..."
Xu Jiaohe cried a few words, the pain became worse. She had a body with a stronger sense of pain and pleasure than ordinary people. The pain of thousands of fine needles pricking her throat made her beautiful face wet with tears.
The female disciple was embarrassed, and because of the order of the law enforcement elder, she was in a dilemma.
Although Lu Hua often hated Xu Jiaohe, she couldn't care less about it at the moment. She felt sorry for her wife, so she turned to the female disciple and said softly: "It's not that my wife is uncooperative, but She is so injured right now, how can she ask questions?"
What she said made sense, but the other party was speechless.
The female disciple had no choice but to retreat.
The voice of the law enforcement elder soon came from outside the door.
Xu Jiaohe focused all his attention on his throat and couldn't tell what Xue Congjie said. But after a few words of conversation, Mingdan's gentle and elegant voice sounded: "In that case, let Mr. Jiaohe have a good night's rest." , let’s go to the Mirror Hall to ask questions tomorrow depending on the situation.”
…
A sleepless night passed.
Lu Hua spent all her spiritual power, but she could only keep Xu Jiaohe's pain relieved a little, but there was nothing she could do to completely restore the redness and swelling.
Xu Jiaohe cried and slept for a while, barely surviving until dawn. The tip of her nose was red and her eyelids were swollen.
The pain in my neck was no longer that intense, but it started to itch inexplicably, as if countless ants were crawling under my skin.
"Madam, I thought that the thief could break into Huaiyuan Peak, which is full of restrictions, and escape intact. He must be at a high level."
"This slave is only in the Golden Core realm. There is really nothing we can do about the wounds he caused."
Lu Hua apologized and cleaned Xu Jiaohe's face.
Xu Jiaohe's current situation was not suitable for moving, and the time for Mingjingtang's questioning was reduced.
Lu Hua thought for a while and asked another maid to take care of her master. She got up and went without knowing where she was going.
"Madam, please be patient. Sister Luhua will definitely find someone to heal your wounds."
The maid coaxed Xu Jiaohe in a soft voice and pressed her hand slightly to scratch the skin on her neck.
She put a handkerchief soaked in cold water on Xu Jiaohe's neck, imitating Lu Hua's example and constantly injecting spiritual power.
Xu Jiaohe had never thought that the days would be so long, and every minute and every second was extremely difficult. Only then did she understand the meaning of the words left by the black mist when it left - it didn't want her to die, because it didn't want her to die. The appearance of being worse off than alive can make it feel more happy.
Under the silk satin pajamas as smooth as water, two white legs with even flesh and bones were twisted together uncomfortably. Xu Jiaohe leaned on the maid's arms and sobbed from time to time until the clear and transparent roar of cranes came from the distance. The sound covered up all the movements in the inner courtyard.
"The sect leader is here."
The maid's eyes lit up and she comforted Xu Jiaohe, "The sect master must have brought someone to treat you."
Her words were full of joy, and she seemed to hope that her positive emotions could slightly ease Xu Jiaohe's pain.
Before he finished speaking, two women's figures appeared in Xu Jiaohe's hazy sight.
One is Lu Hua, and the other is Yao Zhifei, the master of the Zhuan Pavilion. She also possesses the top healing skills in Xiaodongtian.
"Thank you very much, Master, for your willingness to treat my wife!"
Lu Hua eagerly welcomed Yao Zhifei in, and the latter responded calmly: "It doesn't matter."
She put her fingers on Xu Jiaohe's wrist and carefully felt the strangeness in this body.
The diagnosis process lasted for a long time. Yao Zhifei said nothing, but his originally gentle eyebrows wrinkled slightly.
In the end, she was unable to treat Xu Jiaohe, and just like Lu Hua before her, she walked out solemnly.
There were a few more melodious crane calls outside the courtyard, covering up the sounds of conversation.
After half a cup of tea, someone else came in.
Xu Jiaohe was so tortured that she no longer had the strength to open her eyes.
She felt two cool fingers pressing her veins, and then a spiritual power as broad and broad as the land penetrated into her skin, traveling upstream with the flow of blood - the pain was a little lighter, but the comfort was just a few. Seconds later, the remaining breath lingering on Xu Jiaohe's neck began to fight back violently.
"ah!"
Xu Jiaohe let out a hoarse scream, and then her whole body turned into a cooked shrimp due to pain.
"It turns out to be demonic energy."
Ming Dan, who was treating her, murmured to himself, looking at her noble and gentle face with a rare serious expression.
He said "get out of the way" to the two maids waiting nearby, then put his hands on both sides of Xu Jiaohe's shoulders and raised her upper body while she was lying on her back.
Pure white spiritual power overflowed from Mingdan's palm and penetrated into Xu Jiaohe's body, causing her weak upper body to stay in place.
Ming Dan formed a seal with his hands, then dispersed them. He raised his left and right index fingers on Xu Jiaohe's back, and opened and closed them to write seal words that shook out the demonic energy.
The light golden runes penetrated Xu Jiaohe's skin through the fabric in an instant, and the purifying light became stronger and stronger.
"break--"
Ming Dan let out a long groan, and the ever-gentle final sound was like a sudden rain, forcing Xu Jiaohe, who had her eyes closed, to open her mouth and spit out a mouthful of dirty blood.
Blood splashed onto the brocade quilt, and a black mist similar to last night rose from it.
It seemed to be trying to escape, but was killed on the spot by Ming Dan's casual spell.
The stiff body suddenly relaxed. Xu Jiaohe had no time to open his eyes and fell backward without any strength.
An embrace filled with the scent of cypress immediately embraced her, preventing her from slumping against the edge of the bed.
Ming Dan put his fingertips on her neck in this posture and began to treat her.
The venerable master who had reached the Mahayana stage took action. Each spell contained a lifetime of thoughts and gains. The stunning power between the lightning and flint made the two maids lose their minds. After a while, their eyes focused on the two people in front of them again. , only then did I discover what was wrong with it.
After Xu Jiaohe vomited out the dirty blood, her pale face instantly became calmer.
At this moment, she was lying unconsciously in Ming Dan's arms, and the remaining blood foam at the corners of her lips even stained Ming Dan's spotless white clothes.
"..."
If the law enforcement elder were here, would he kill the lady with one strike?
This question popped up in Lu Hua's mind. He quickly lowered his eyes, tugged on his companion's sleeves, and the two silently retreated behind the screen.
A stick of incense.
Two sticks of incense.
Or three sticks of incense.
Lu Hua heard the footsteps of people from the sect who were sent to track the black mist returning one after another from the door of the outer courtyard some distance away from the inner courtyard.
It was also mixed with the powerful and loud voice of the law enforcement elder.
I am really afraid of what will happen.
Lu Hua's heart suddenly rose to her throat.
She and her companions looked at each other, tacitly planning to go out and stop everyone, but they heard Xu Jiaohe's faint moan/moan coming from the other side of the screen: "Well... why does everything hurt so much... "
Her voice was still a little hoarse, but it was much clearer than last night.
"...Sect Master, why are you here?"
The rustling movement is the sound of clothing material rubbing against clothing material.
Lu Hua turned her head slightly and looked at the scene in the inner room through the translucent screen.
Huddled together, the gluey figures separated.
Xu Jiaohe half-knelt on Babu's bed, raised her face from bottom to top, and stared blankly at Ming Dan, who held her in his arms when she was unconscious.
The skirt of her clothes was a little messy due to the demon-killing ritual just now, and the skirt of her clothes with moon-white piping was slightly spread out, revealing two slender collarbones.
The black temple hair was entangled with the tears and sweat on the forehead and cheeks, and they were tangled together, making the scarlet under the eyelids hot.
Ming Dan's eyes never blinked, and the emotion in his eyes remained calm.
He explained to Xu Jiaohe: "The demonic energy was overflowing just now. I don't want to hurt your maids, so I ordered them to step back for the time being."
Ming Dan's implication was that without the maid around, he could only be the one to support Xu Jiaohe.
Xu Jiaohe's eyes were half-glazed with tears, which made the mole of tears in the corner of her left eye look even more beautiful.
She was just injured and her mind was a little sluggish. After a moment, she leaned down on her snowy neck, folded her hands at her waist and saluted, "Thank you, Master."
No shyness, no awkwardness.
It seemed that she believed whatever Mingdan said.
"Okay, Mr. Jiaohe, have a good rest. I'm going out first."
Ming Dan said.
"Yes, Sect Master."
When Lu Hua saw this, he breathed a sigh of relief, but he also felt an indescribable emotion.
She heard that the crowd was gradually approaching the inner courtyard, and while Ming Dan was adjusting his clothes, she went to greet them with her companions.
"No one can talk about what happened today, otherwise it will damage the reputation of both the sect master and his wife."
After leaving the room and walking to the entrance of the courtyard, Lu Hua seemed to be reminding her companions, but also seemed to be talking to herself.
Her words, as low as a mosquito or a fly, could not reach the ears of others, but they could be easily captured by Ming Dan, who had perfected her realm.
Mingdan moved his fingers hidden in his sleeves and glanced at Xu Jiaohe, who was leaning on the bed with his eyes closed and resting, and suddenly he had a suspicion in his heart.
"Although your wounds have healed, the internal organs in your body that have been invaded by demonic energy still need to be nursed back to health for a few days with gentle spiritual power."
"Ruo Tan has passed away, please take good care of yourself, Mr. Jiaohe."
He left these words, then used his technique to wash away the stains on his sleeves, and turned back into the Jingbo real person with the clear wind and bright moon and the bright jade mountains.
Then he walked out.
