At this time, there was a noise outside the door, and Rong Xian knew that it was Aunt Li and the others who had returned.
Aunt Li walked at the front, her voice a little loud: "It's already at the door, be gentle, be careful to bump into someone."
A young man said with a smile: "Don't worry, Aunt Li, we are all watching."
Among them was an unfamiliar voice, relatively old, but kind: "Li Zhuang is all right now, and he will be able to live and dance again after taking good care of Dongyue."
Aunt Li's voice was also full of happiness: "I borrowed your blessing to speak to Aunt Sang."
Aunt Sang is the only doctor in the village, and I can't say it is a doctor. When she was young, she followed her husband and saw a lot outside. She read a few books on medicine and learned a few hands. After returning to the village, the villagers looked for her when they had a headache. Over the years, practice makes perfect.
The boys carried Uncle Li to the front of the big kang on the earthen pan, and lightly put the person on it, the big guy was relieved.
Aunt Li beckoned Feng Yan to boil ginger water, poured a bowl for each of these young men, and then let them go home.
Aunt Sang came in with a package. She was not surprised when she saw Rong Xian, apparently someone had greeted her before.
She smiled kindly at Rong Xian, and asked Aunt Li to bring some hot water over. After cleaning the wound on Uncle Li's leg, she took out the wound medicine from the package and applied it to Uncle Li's wound.
After carefully treating the wound, Auntie Sang looked at Rong Xian gratefully and said, "Thanks to this doctor, if it weren't for him, Li Zhuang's life would not have been saved."
Aunt Li also nodded quickly. She was afraid of the injury on her husband's body. She was really virtuous in her past life to meet a noble person.
Feng Yan bent down and poured out the sewage that Aunt Sang had used to clean the wound, walked in and introduced, "Her name is Hellebore."
Aunt Li understood, her mouth full of praise and said, "It turned out to be Doctor Quinoa. This name sounds good, and it's easy to read."
Her compliment was obvious, but the people in the mountain village were so simple that Rong Xian couldn't help laughing.
With a soft smile in her eyes, she said, "Auntie, Uncle Li may have a fever tonight. You can watch it by the side, wrap it in a thick quilt and sweat, and your life will not be in danger."
When she said this, Aunt Li and Feng Yan suddenly felt relieved, and even Aunt Sang was no longer worried.
After sending Aunt Sang away, several people had a lively meal together and then rested separately.
Aunt Li and Feng Yan guarded Uncle Li at night, so Feng Yan's room was given to Rong Xian.
The young man also said shyly: "Don't dislike Dr. Chenrelu. Although my house is smaller, it is still very clean. I clean it every day."
He had always felt embarrassed and embarrassed when a girl entered his room for the first time in his life.
Rong Xian admired the young man's shy gesture enough, so she let him go mercifully.
The corners of her mouth twitched, her clear eyes seemed to be filled with moonlight, and she replied softly, "Okay."
Feng Yan directly covered his face and fled, for some unknown reason, even though Dr. Chenrelu just answered a simple word, why did he feel his heart pounding.
Rong Xian never admitted that she was malicious and sultry. After Feng Yan left, Rong Xian did not rush to find her pet on the mountain. She sat leisurely on the kang without any disgust.
The wind and snow got heavier. On the mountain, a black-gold python about 30 feet long quickly crawled across the snow. It was still holding its prey in its mouth.
In a hidden cave, the woman sat cross-legged in front of the fire. Her clothes were fairly neat, but her hair was a little messy. For her always neat, this was a rare embarrassment.
She poked the fire and asked the man guarding the door, "Is Jin back?"
A Qi's ears moved, she licked her chapped lips and replied, "I'm back."
The voice fell, and the black gold python rushed over and threw the prey in its mouth in front of the fire. The sturdy body quickly shrank, and finally it became a chopstick and wrapped around Ningyue's wrist.
A Qi skillfully began to handle the prey, and Ningyue sat there without saying a word, as if in a daze.
When the familiar aroma wafted in her nostrils, she swept the cup beside her to the ground in annoyance, and said coldly, "When will these days end, we have been hiding for three years."
A Qi's hand paused slightly and sighed: "Yue'er, those demon cultivators have been looking for us, and Venerable Hanxi will not let us go..."
"We are all hiding in such a remote place, how can they find it?" Ningyue interrupted him and said, "This is the place under the jurisdiction of the Demon Sect, and the location is remote, the Demon Sect has given up, how can others find it. "
A Qi patiently reassured: "Be careful, there is nothing wrong with it, not to mention that we are all injured now."
Ningyue seemed to be persuaded. She didn't make any more trouble, but she didn't eat.
They are already fasting, it doesn't matter whether they eat or not, but their bodies have been severely injured, and they can recover a little by absorbing some energy from the souls.
At this moment, several sneaky figures came towards the cave with a clear goal.
Ningyue noticed the movement, her face instantly gloomy.
With a flick of her figure, she passed A Qi and flew out of the cave.
"Demon Sect cultivator!" Condensed Yue said affirmatively.
In the past three years, she has also had a lot of dealings with Momen.
She had never put the Demon Gate in her eyes before, the Demon Gate was just a small sect in the secular world.
But since Venerable Hanxi issued the killing order three years ago, everyone from the Demon Sect has also participated.
Only then did she know that the Demon Gate was not optional, but a chess piece that the Lord of Peaceful Heart dropped casually in the secular world.
It was she who underestimated her heart and looked at herself.
But it's impossible for these little bastards to kill her with more people.
"Ningyue found us, let's go together." The black-clothed magician shouted loudly.
A Qi also came to Ningyue's side at this time. He protected Ningyue and said, "Yue'er, leave these people to me, you can rest for a while."
Ningyue's face was cold and disrespectful, she sneered: "You don't need to do this group of trash, just take them out to vent your anger."
She stroked her palm in the air, and a long whip condensed with spiritual power twisted her body like a flexible snake.
Ningyue held the whip in her hand and slammed it towards the demon cultivator fiercely.
There was an explosion of 'bang', and a demon cultivator had no time to escape, and was directly smashed into pieces by the whip.
The other demon cultivators turned pale, and their eyes were full of fear.
Only then did they know how strong Nengyue, who was ordered to kill by the sect master, was.
But none of them retreated, and the black-clothed cultivator suddenly raised his hand and stuck the sword in his hand on the ground.
"Kill." He roared, burning the spiritual energy all over his body, and rushed towards Ningyue with lightning speed.
A Qi's face changed slightly: "He's going to blow himself up, Yue'er be careful."
Rong Xian: Where do we not meet in life? (o▽)o
PS: Well, this is an update for everyone who supports this book. . . .
(End of this chapter)