Muyan's eyes lit up, and she immediately coughed lightly and said, "The most I can do is eliminate your illnesses and save your life. It's impossible to recover your cultivation like Lin Shaocong. Are you sure, all the things in the Qiankun Bag Give me everything?"
Ni Baichuan nodded again and again: "Yes, yes! What are these extraneous things? If you think it's not enough, female doctor, I can go home and get them."
Muyan smiled leisurely, sat down cross-legged, Tianmoqin slowly appeared in front of her.
The middle-aged man's injury was much more serious than that of Lin Shaocong.
Using other people's spiritual weapon may not be able to cure it.
But Ni Baichuan was used to the gorgeous and exquisite musical instruments in the Horton tribe, and he looked down upon the dark Tianmoqin, which didn't even have any decorative patterns and didn't have any aura around it: "Goddess doctor, that, you didn't take advantage of it." Is it a musical instrument? Will the healing effect be greatly reduced in this way! How about I give you a Guqin?"
Muyan glanced at him with a half-smile, "Your illness has penetrated into the marrow of your viscera and bone marrow, and ordinary spiritual tools can't cure it. Don't worry, since I have taken your treasure, the effect of the treatment will naturally be worthy of your efforts."
Ni Baichuan thought to himself: Is your broken qin still more powerful than the phoenix-headed konghou of the Mule Pavilion Sister
It's just that before he had time to continue persuading, the sound of the piano sounded like a gold and iron horse.
"Ah!!!" Ni Baichuan's whole body trembled, and he opened his mouth to let out a series of miserable howls like killing a pig.
As for the audience, they originally wanted to sneer like Ni Baichuan—what kind of broken piano dare to compare with the phoenix-headed harp of Mule Pavilion Sister.
But when the piano sounded, everyone was dumbfounded.
What kind of thick and powerful spiritual power is this
The overflowing energy fell into their bodies bit by bit, even bringing an unparalleled comfort.
"Oh my god, my injury, the injury I originally wanted to ask the holy lady to heal, is healed!"
"This... What kind of musical instrument is this? And what a terrible way to use music for medicine?"
"No wonder, no wonder she just said that the phoenix-headed harp is just an ordinary spiritual weapon!"
"Then the Guqin must be a divine weapon, right? In the entire Mule Pavilion, apart from the Holy Maiden's [Bingxueduyou]qin, what other musical instruments can compare to it?"
Click! !
Yayun couldn't hold back, the fingertips on her fingertips were broken into pieces by her, she gritted her teeth and roared: "How can such a lowly woman be qualified to be compared with a saint!"
Ya Shuang said fiercely: "This bitch clearly came to trample on my Mu Le Ge's statement on purpose. If she is allowed to leave safely today, and the news will spread throughout Beilu in the next day, where will my Mu Le Ge's face be put!"
Ya Yun clenched his fists slowly, with a strong killing intent in his eyes.
…
This time the treatment lasted a long hour.
But in Qingye Palace, no one left early.
Finally, the sound of the piano curled up, and Ni Baichuan's moaning and chirping voice became lower and lower.
The whole person has long changed from sitting cross-legged facing Muyan, to lying curled up on the ground.
"Hey, Young Master Ni, you... are you still alive?"
Someone approached Ni Baichuan, wanting to call him over to check the situation.
Unexpectedly, Ni Baichuan jumped up suddenly, and hit his head directly on the man's chin, causing him to scream in pain.
However, Ni Baichuan moved his body and let out a hearty laugh: "I finally made it through, hahahaha... This feels so comfortable... I haven't felt so relaxed for a long time since the onset of meridian atrophy."