Yashuang smiled in satisfaction, and then lightly stroked the harp in front of her with both hands.
The slender jade fingers moved lightly, and the melodious piano sound flowed out.
Soon, a faint purple light emanated from the konghou, covering Lin Shaocong.
Lin Shaomin wiped away tears, knelt down beside his younger brother, watching the scene nervously.
What Yashuang played was an ancient song that was as graceful and elegant as a sunset flute and drum.
Strands of spiritual power brushed over Lin Shaomin's thin and fragile body like a gentle breeze.
Afterwards, Lin Shaocong's pale face gradually began to blush.
The limbs that were originally as thin as sticks, seemed to have been infused with fresh flesh and blood, and gradually became plump and strong.
Lin Shaomin was overjoyed to see this scene.
All the humiliation he suffered just now was forgotten.
The monks who were waiting for the treatment of other saintesses could not help but look over and exclaim in admiration.
"It is said that in Mu Le Pavilion [Shuangxue Fengyueyun], the one who is best at healing internal injuries with melody is Sister Yashuang. I didn't believe it before, but now I see it with my own eyes. I really have to be amazed. This can be called the flesh of the living dead. It's boneless!"
"Sister Yashuang is really good at treating internal injuries, but the other four saints also have their own strengths. Especially Sister Yayun's ability to assist in the battlefield is said to be second only to the saint in Mu Le Pavilion. Even The elders are all full of praise!"
Ding!
However, just when everyone was talking with the melodious music in full swing, an abrupt noise interrupted the smooth performance of the konghou.
"What... what's going on? Why was the konghou performance of Sister Yashuang interrupted?"
Yashuang raised her head abruptly, and looked in Muyan's direction with a face full of anger, "Who are you? Did you eat the guts of a bear? How dare you interrupt my performance!"
Muyan held a small stone in her hand, threw it in the air at random, and said with a light smile, "I'm sorry, I don't want to be rude, but if I don't interrupt your performance, this child will be destroyed by you gone."
Lin Shaomin quickly got up and came to Muyan's side, and called out nervously: "Master Jun?"
She didn't understand that her younger brother's atrophy of the meridians was about to be cured, why did God Jun interrupt the holy aunt
In this way, wouldn't her previous efforts and forbearance be in vain
Muyan smiled and patted the little girl's shoulder, and said softly: "Don't worry, I will save your brother."
Lin Shaomin was taken aback for a moment, moved his lips, but couldn't say a word.
Miss Jun is a powerful swordsman, but she doesn't know medical skills.
If the younger brother misses this opportunity, his cultivation career will probably be over from now on.
But for some reason, hearing Muyan say these words, an instinctive trust surged in her heart.
Just like in Fusang City, everyone thought that the sky of this hellish cage was unbreakable, but a girl told them that she could lead them to pierce this sky, and then she really pierce it.
Yashuang did not expect that in the Horton tribe, there would be people who would dare to be so disrespectful to her, and even question her medical skills.
He was furious for a while, and stood up abruptly: "You have the guts to say it again!"
Muyan walks slowly to Lin Shaocong's side and squats down, grabbing his wrist.
Then he raised his head and looked at Yashuang: "Your treatment method is wrong. This child still had a chance to be cured. After being tormented by you, he can only be raised like a medicine jar. It is equivalent to useless. You let me say it a hundred times , the same answer."