Muyan: "When it recurs again, the condition will only be more serious than before, and it may even be impossible to fully recover. If you don't believe me, you can ask all the meridian atrophy patients treated by Mule Pavilion, if there is at least one or two Years, maybe three to five years, other diseases will inevitably break out?"
The girl's voice was clear and sweet, like the sound of heaven, but no one in the entire magic circle was in the mood to listen.
On the contrary, everyone's faces were as if they had seen a ghost, panic and fear, surprise and uneasiness.
Lin Shaomin grabbed Muyan's arm, "Master Jun, you, are you saying that my brother will die even if he is cured? How could this happen? How could this be happening? God Jun, can you save him?"
Muyan nodded, and was about to take out the Tian Mo Qin.
All of a sudden, there was a sound like a cracking silk.
"Miss, you have such a big tone!!" The coquettish voice came with full anger.
At some point, the four saintesses, Yaxue, Yafeng, Yayue, and Yayun, who were treating patients just now, also strode towards this side.
The leader is Yayun, who has the most ordinary appearance but is elegant and noble.
Holding the pipa, she stepped up to Muyan, and said coldly: "Miss, are you questioning my Mu Le Ge's medical skills?"
Yaxue: "Heh, I, Mu Le Pavilion, have been unrivaled in the fields of assisting luthiers and doctors for thousands of years. How can a mere little girl like you be able to slander me wantonly!"
Muyan shook her head: "I have no grievances or enmity with you Mu Le Pavilion, why question and slander you?"
Ya Shuang said angrily: "Shameless bitch, you still want to quibble? It's not about questioning and slandering, what were you doing just now?"
Muyan chuckled lightly: "Of course I am performing the duties of a doctor. Mu Le Pavilion has been unrivaled in the world and has been aloof for thousands of years. Do you really think that your medical skills are invincible in the world, and you can disregard the life and death of patients and only care about your own glory?" ?"
"Presumptuous!!" Yayun yelled angrily, the anger in his eyes could no longer be concealed, "Okay, since you said you are a doctor, then I want to see how you can cure this meridian atrophy!"
Muyan nodded and said: "Okay! It happens that I am also a music doctor, and I don't have any musical instruments at hand, why don't I borrow your konghou to use it."
As she said that, she had already walked up to Yashuang's phoenix-headed harp, and her slender fingers like jade plucked lightly on the strings.
The smooth music sound immediately passed through the void, shocking everyone's panicked spirits.
Ya Shuang was going crazy, she reached out to grab the weapon in the Qiankun bag, but was held down by Ya Yun.
"Don't worry, you own this harp. With your phoenix-headed harp, she can't even exert 70% of its power. I want to see how she cures the disease."
Yashuang gritted her teeth when she heard the words and gave up.
On the other side, Muyan gradually became familiar with playing the konghou.
The original stumbling and harsh music sound became melodious and tactful.
Soon, pure spiritual power rushed towards Lin Shaocong like a gurgling stream.
As the saying goes, a person who understands music will know whether it is there or not as soon as he makes a move.
As soon as Muyan's smooth music came out, Yayun and the others all changed their expressions.
Such a powerful consciousness, such a mellow spiritual power.
Yashuang's phoenix-headed harp has seventy-two strings, and it is a rare ninth-grade spiritual weapon in the world.
The music played by each string can be attached to the monk's spiritual power and transformed into energy for assistance, attack, or healing.