In the Chengyuan Pavilion in the palace, Beichen Moxuan's blood-stained white clothes had been removed, and he put on a clean white robe with magnolia flowers embroidered on the cuffs and neckline, and his long black hair was simply tied up with a hosta. Sitting cross-legged on the bed, green spiritual power enveloped his body, and a spiritual orb in front of him emitted a dazzling light.
The fiery red spirit bead exudes a steady stream of spiritual energy. Beichen Moxuan sucks the spirit energy inside the spirit bead and uses it to fill the damage on his body. The surface injury heals at a speed visible to the naked eye and disappears without a trace. No trace was left. The light of the Lingzhu began to weaken, and finally dissipated. He took a deep breath, opened his eyes, coughed lightly, wiped the blood from his lips with a handkerchief, stood up, and handed over the green feather, which was still emitting a dark green light. The concoction was drained in one gulp.
"Young Master, how is it, do you feel better?" Lan Ling asked eagerly after seeing Beichen Moxuan drink the medicine.
"Cough cough. It's alright. After a while of cultivation, it will be fine." Beichen Moxuan coughed lightly and said words of relief, but his pale face made these words sound a little unconvincing.
"Forget it, you won't listen if we say it. Let's talk about Fuxiqin and the Holy Maiden." He opened his mouth and wanted to say more persuasion several times, but he finally swallowed it back, fully aware of his Tempered, Lan Ling sighed heavily and said solemnly, "The Holy Maiden directly motivated Fuxiqin this time, presumably the Jiuli people have already noticed it, they will never let the Holy Maiden grow up. , Saintess must now become a thorn in their eyes, and they want to get rid of them quickly."
"Nothing, Xing'er's spiritual consciousness has not awakened, the people of the Jiuli tribe cannot perceive the divine power of her Nuwa tribe, Biyue's soul is scattered, and it is absolutely impossible for Nuwa to revive her even if she is alive. People can only perceive Fuxiqin's awakening through contact at the moment when Biyue dissipates. If they want to check it through a spiritual mirror, they will inevitably be injured by Fuxiqin. It is impossible to know who played Fuxiqin. Beichen Moxuan took a few steps forward, poured himself a cup of tea, drank it, said indifferently, thought for a moment, frowned, and continued, "Moreover, based on so many incidents, the Jiuli people If they want to use Xing’er to accomplish their plan, they won’t rush to her, so she’s in a relatively safe situation now.”
"But young master, your situation is very bad right now. After suffering such a serious injury, the Jiuli people are still eyeing you, and I'm not sure that one day it will kill you." Lu Ling said eagerly. , with deep worry in his eyes.
"I'm fine, they won't be able to find me for the time being, unless I fall into their siege like today." Beichen Moxuan smiled lightly, rubbed Lvling's head, and said with relief.
"Young Master, let's cultivate here properly these days. No matter what happens, don't be brave and do what you can, you know?" Lan Ling sighed deeply, shook his head helplessly, and warned.
"I understand, you two, go to sleep, you have tossed all night, you are tired, I have to rest." Beichen Moxuan nodded with a light smile, and said with a light smile. Lan Ling and Lv Ling nodded, turned their heads in three steps, looked at him worriedly, and walked out of the bedroom slowly. After the bedroom door was gently closed, Beichen Moxuan held back his smile, squinted his eyes, and pondered for a long time, Jiuli people, where are they hiding, how many people are hiding in the dark, and they are What role does it play in the Tianfeng Dynasty? Silence, sleepless nights.
The author has something to say: The school has just started recently, and there are a lot of things to do, whether it is the class or the school, please give me a chance to breathe, wait for a few days and then continue the five shifts, hope to understand.