Meng Qi's tone was so firm that Yan Xuan couldn't help but look sideways.
He gradually put away the sleepy look on his face, looking a lot more serious than before, and looked at Meng Qi quietly.
The female cultivator in Qingpao had a slender figure and elegant complexion, her eyebrows were as light as willow leaves, and there were not many traces of makeup on her fair and clean face.
Meng Qi's long black hair was pulled up somewhat casually, pinned by a sapphire hairpin.
There were only two blood-red beads hanging from the small earlobe, which added a bit of color to her.
Otherwise, in Yan Xuan's eyes, Meng Qi looked too plain.
He stared at Meng Qi for a moment, then turned around and walked towards the opposite direction of Jingyue Tian Bieyuan. Just by looking at the movements, he didn't see at all that he intended to cooperate with Meng Qi.
Meng Qi wasn't angry either, and stepped forward to follow.
"What are you following me for?" Yan Xuan kept walking, and glanced at her casually, "That's Jingyuetian Bieyuan over there, don't you want to go back?"
His tone became a little indifferent again.
"En." Meng Qi responded casually, and said, "I have checked some records of Shijue Mountain, but no one knows what will happen after entering Shijue Mountain."
"That's natural, even Jingyuetian..." Yan Xuan continued subconsciously, and halfway through the sentence, he felt something was wrong, so he shut up suddenly: "I'm not interested."
Meng Qi gave another "huh" and continued: "I just went to Tianwaitian and bought some things I need. I am a medical practitioner, and the young sect master is a Dharma practitioner."
As she spoke, she took out another magic weapon from the storage kit and said, "There is a magic formula attached to it, which is the magic weapon of the six realms and the magic formula of the six realms. If I use it, it can also have the power of the six realms." , that's why I was able to block that who... "
Meng Qi didn't do this on purpose.
Yan Xuan laughed lightly.
He didn't look much older than Meng Qi, but the lingering depression on his body made him look a little listless.
At this time, he suddenly smiled, and his eyebrows and eyes stretched out. His already beautiful appearance suddenly felt a little radiant, and even the street seemed to be a lot brighter in an instant.
"Wei Yuanzhong." Meng Qi already remembered the name of that disciple of An Yun Dian, who was also senior brother Qin Xiumo.
"He is a mind-distracting cultivator, and he will also enter Shijue Mountain this time, so he can be regarded as our opponent." Meng Qi played with the small magic weapon in his hand and said, "In other words, this magic weapon is useful to him. "
"So what?" Yan Xuan said angrily, "What's the use of just slipping away from under his nose?"
He asked: "Don't you think that we can avoid the eyes of others and successfully climb to the top? If Shijue Mountain is so easy, my father wouldn't..."
When he said this, he shut up abruptly, obviously not wanting to bring up the matter again.
Meng Qi smiled slightly: "I don't think so."
She paused, and then said: "But I have nine such six-level magic weapons."
Yan Xuan: "..."
Even the Young Sect Master of Jingyuetian, he was startled.
Yan Xuan stopped and looked Meng Qi up and down: "Nine?"
He couldn't believe it.
In the eyes of the young sect master of the number one Dharma cultivation sect in the three thousand worlds, the magic weapon of the six realms is nothing unusual.
But nine? !
Whoever has nothing to do will bring nine magic weapons of the same level with him. Apart from their own functions, this kind of magic weapon usually comes with a formula.
Although used unexpectedly, it is indeed quite powerful.
But if it is really a battle of life and death, this thing is definitely not as good as the natal magic weapon of the practitioners.
"Yeah." Meng Qi explained seriously: "I've just reached the Nascent Soul Stage, and I'm a medical practitioner again."
She didn't say more, Yan Xuan already understood.
He walked forward in silence, and suddenly said after a while: "You told me your hole cards so quickly, so you don't worry about me? If I also go to Shijue Mountain, we may be opponents."
"We are not opponents," Meng Qi said.
"Oh?" Yan Xuan kept walking, obviously very familiar with this place.
He was born in Jingyuetian and grew up in Jingyuetian, so he is no stranger to Jingyuetian city.
It's just that the two of them have walked all the way to the present, from the center of the busiest city just now to the outskirts of the city.
No matter how prosperous and grand the city is, there will be a not-so-glamorous side.
The place they are passing by now should be the place where the relatively poor people in Jingyue Tiancheng live.
The young master of Jingyuetian should be familiar with the city guarded by the sect.
But when he arrived in such a poor area, he still walked forward almost without thinking, as if he had returned to his own home, without hesitation in every step, which was a bit unusual.
No matter what, he is also a qi cultivator now, and he is also the only son of the master of Jingyue Tianmen.
In the Three Thousand Worlds, as long as one is a cultivator, one will always live better than ordinary people.
When Meng Qi was in Qingfenggu, he knew that most of the disciples in the sect might just be foundation builders for the rest of their lives, and they would stop moving forward.
But their foundation building skills, coupled with the medical skills they learned in Qingfeng Valley, are enough for them to live a decent life for the rest of their lives.
Meng Qi didn't ask any further questions, but quietly followed Yan Xuan, followed him through a few alleys that were obviously much darker, and then walked into a small restaurant that looked very ordinary, even a little shabby.
It's still daytime, and it's not meal time, so there are not many people in the restaurant.
There are only seven or eight tables in the restaurant with only one room. The tables look neat and clean, but they still look a little old.
At this moment, there were only two tables of people sitting inside, and when they saw Yan Xuan and Meng Qi coming in, they all looked up at them.
The owner of the restaurant also saw the two of them, and hurriedly greeted them. It was a woman in her thirties with a rather beautiful complexion. Jingchai commoner clothes can't hide her style.
She smiled enthusiastically at Yan Xuan: "Mr. Yan, you haven't come for several days."
"Yeah." Yan Xuan also smiled at her.
In front of Meng Qi, he always looked listless and world-weary, but when facing the proprietress of this restaurant, he smiled very gently.
"Something happened recently." Yan Xuan said politely.
"Huh?" The proprietress looked at Meng Qi who was following Yan Xuan, "Is this your friend? He's also a little fairy."
Ordinary people in the three thousand worlds usually call the cultivators immortal elders.
She looked Meng Qi up and down curiously, a sly smile appeared in her eyes, and she greeted warmly: "Please sit down, please, this way please."
As the proprietress said, she let Meng Qi and the two go to the brightest table in the store.
The wine and dishes were quickly served, just some ordinary side dishes, a pot of ordinary sweet-scented osmanthus wine.
Compared with the wine made from spirit flowers and spirit grass in Ruyifang, it is naturally not the same.
The proprietress enthusiastically poured a full glass for each of them. Even if she hadn't drunk it yet, Meng Qi could still smell a strong smell of acrid alcohol blowing towards her face.
She wasn't very good at drinking, but Yan Xuan didn't care much, and drank it all in one gulp.
There were other people in the store, and the proprietress was also standing by, so Meng Qi couldn't continue talking about Shijue Mountain.
She picked up the chopsticks, picked up a shrimp and ate it.
Although it is not very big, it is also sweet and fresh, with a slight tea fragrance, very refreshing.
The proprietress who hadn't left all this time wiped her hands on the apron, the nervous expression on her face eased this time, and she said with a smile: "Take it easy, both of you, just call me if you need anything."
"Okay." Meng Qi nodded towards her, "I'm in trouble."
"Wait." Yan Xuan said suddenly: "Miss Boss, didn't you say that your son was sick a few days ago and didn't improve after seeing many doctors?"
He pointed to Meng Qi and said, "She is a medical practitioner, you can try to beg her."
"Ah?!" The proprietress came back quickly, her face full of surprises, "This little fairy is really... yes... but this..."
She was obviously a little embarrassed, even if it was Yan Xuan, he just came to drink in her shop often, so he was more familiar with it.
In their eyes, the cultivators who practice are people from a completely different world from them.
Even after Yan Xuan said so, looking at Meng Qi's cheeks that were as white as porcelain jade, the proprietress nervously wiped her hands on the apron, opened her mouth, and then closed it again, not knowing how to speak for a while it is good.
"Little...Xiao Xianchang..." The proprietress hesitated for a moment, then Zhang re-said: "I...my son..."
She spoke intermittently, and couldn't help but look at Yan Xuan, hoping that he could speak for her.
"Take me to have a look first, okay?" Meng Qi put down his chopsticks, stood up, and asked.
"Ah? Oh! Okay, okay!" The proprietress was overjoyed, and responded in a series of voices, "Your side please."
As she spoke, she led Meng Qi towards the back of the restaurant.
The front of her restaurant is the storefront, and the back is where they live.
The place is actually not too small, it is tidy and tidy, just like a wine shop, although everything is a bit old, but the owner obviously loves this house very much, every plant and everything has been carefully taken care of.
"Here, sir, please." The proprietress said, leading Meng Qi into a room.
As soon as the door was opened, a strong smell of medicine came to the face.
The windows in the room were closed, and a person was lying on a small bed in the corner.
"Xiao Xianchang..." The proprietress had already walked to the bed first, and turned her head to look at Meng Qi nervously and full of expectation.
"My surname is Meng." Meng Qi said, "You can call me Doctor Meng."
"Yes, Doctor Meng." The landlady replied quickly.
Meng Qi had already walked to the bed, looking at the child lying quietly on the bed, her eyes were tightly closed, her cheeks were so thin that they were completely sunken.
His hair was somewhat withered and yellow, the skin on his face was also sallow, and his lips were almost completely bloodless.
There was a strong smell of medicine on his body, obviously he hadn't taken less medicine during this time.
When the proprietress greeted the guests in front, she always had a smile on her face, warm and generous.
At this time, when he returned to his child, his eyes turned red: "Doctor Meng..."
In this way, Meng Qi was called again, and the tears flowed down first.
Meng Qi stood by the bed and reached out to press the child's wrist.
The child's wrists were also very thin, and his skin was cold and dry. If it wasn't for the fact that his belly was still rising and falling slowly, he would really look no different from a dead person.
Meng Qi could feel the pulse of the other party, it was fast and slow, but it was very powerful. Compared with the child's terminally ill appearance, it seemed very abnormal.
"Before he got sick, did he go out of town?" Meng Qi asked.
"Doctor Meng, my son is only eleven years old this year." The proprietress said, "Although he's a bit naughty, he's always been obedient. I told him not to run outside the city. He probably hasn't."
Hearing this, Meng Qi turned her head to look at the door thoughtfully.
Yan Xuan also followed, but he didn't enter the door, but just leaned against the door, looking lazily at Meng Qi.
"Why?" He raised his eyebrows, "Troublesome?"
He didn't doubt that Meng Qi could cure the son of the proprietress of the restaurant. After all, he was also a Nascent Soul cultivator, a medical practitioner of the Four Realms Dzogchen, so he wouldn't be able to cure even an ordinary person's illness.
At most, it's a little troublesome.
Yan Xuan himself is not a medical practitioner, but Jingyuetian is a sect that has been passed down for thousands of years and has existed since ancient times. As the head of the young sect, he always knows more things.
Cultivators are stronger than these ordinary people in terms of body and ability.
This also means that their physical endurance is stronger.
In other words, the methods that medical practitioners can use to treat practitioners may not be suitable for ordinary people, because they may not be able to bear it.
Yan Xuan looked at Meng Qi, and Meng Qi also looked at him.
He raised his eyebrows and didn't speak.
Xiaoshijue Mountain will be opened within ten days, and this girl seems to be determined to win it, even preparing so many sixth-grade magic weapons.
And she said that she had to come to find herself, obviously she was preparing for Xiaoshijue Mountain in this short period of time.
If it would be more troublesome to save the proprietress' child, she might not be willing to do it.
After all, even if she was recognized by the great doctor Lin Yan, it was just an ordinary person's life, and the other party might not take it seriously.
Yan Xuan looked at Meng Qi, the corners of his lips raised slightly, and his smile gradually became a little sarcastic.
Sure enough, you still don't want to save people, right
Because the most important thing now is Shijue Mountain.
Ah-
"He was injured by the demon cultivator." Meng Qi said lightly: "If he really never left Jingyue Tiancheng, then there may be a crack in the city's sealing circle."
Moxiu couldn't come to the Three Thousand Worlds by himself, he could only look for the barrier cracks.
Or, there is a big person trying to open the channel, but it will cost a lot, and the movement will be too big, it is impossible for Jingyuetian to not notice it, unless it is a time when the two worlds are fighting, there will be powerful people doing such a thing thing.
Yan Xuan looked a little more serious.
Meng Qi let go of the child's wrist and lifted his upper eyelids.
The white eyes should be white, but at this moment they are covered with bloodshot eyes, looking particularly ferocious.
Meng Qi turned his face slightly, at the corner of his eyes, there was a faint line of blood, running down the skin in front of his ears, and finally sinking into his neck.
She put her hand on the child's chin, loosened his collar, and let him turn sideways.
The line of blood went all the way down from the neck and submerged under the collar.
She let go of her hand. It's no wonder that ordinary doctors are helpless. Ordinary one-level and two-level medical practitioners are probably helpless.
Especially, the other party is still a child in his teens.
"Meng... Doctor Meng." Seeing Meng Qi's silence, the proprietress of the restaurant was extremely nervous, "Is my child still alive?"
"Yeah." She nodded.
"Thank God..." The proprietress let out a sigh of relief, tears rolling down her cheeks.
"Doctor Meng." She suddenly looked at Meng Qi more nervously, the young medical practitioner looked a little serious, "Is it..."
The proprietress swallowed nervously and asked, "Will it be difficult? Is it..."
She staggered to the side, opened the cabinet and took out a small wooden box: "I, I still have some spirit stones."
The proprietress walked up to Meng Qi holding the box containing the spirit stones, opened the lid nervously, and asked cautiously, "Do you think this is enough?"
Without waiting for Meng Qi to speak, she hurriedly said, "I can borrow it if it's not enough, or... or... my restaurant is also worth some money. Doctor Meng..."
She said she was about to kneel while holding Meng Qi's hand: "I beg you, please save my son. I beg you..."
Meng Qi sighed lightly, reached out to help the proprietress: "I will do my best."
She turned her head to look at Yan Xuan, and then at the wooden box.
There are quite a few spirit stones in the box, but they are all first-grade spirit stones.
Yan Xuan raised his eyebrows again, a first-grade spirit stone...
Then he watched Meng Qi grab a handful from it, and generously put it into her storage bag.
"That's enough," she said, without counting how many she caught.
"Boss lady." Meng Qi said to the boss lady: "He is not sick, but injured. It's just that he is not a cultivator, and he has been injured for a long time, so it is not easy to recover."
"I know, I know." The proprietress nodded again and again: "Do you need us to do anything? Just say it, Doctor Meng, and we will definitely do it."
"En." Meng Qi nodded, "I will tell you in detail when the time comes."
Her tone was still calm, the injury was indeed troublesome, but it wasn't too troublesome for Meng Qi.
Anyway, she is also a medical practitioner who is about to reach the fourth level of Dzogchen, and now there are a lot of spiritual stones around her, and she has just purchased a lot in Tianwaitian, so there is no shortage of spiritual medicines.
At that moment, Meng Qi asked the child's mother to leave first, and closed the door with a wave.
Instead, Yan Xuan stepped in, pulled a chair and sat down.
Meng Qi didn't speak to him either. She raised her hand and took out a silver needle from the kit. The needle tip shone with light and sank into the child's wrist.
Meng Qi flicked her fingers again, and the Five Spirit Cauldron appeared beside her.
She didn't delay too much, and three or four spirit grasses were thrown into the Five Spirit Cauldron.
Meng Qi turned to look at Yan Xuan and said, "Are there any spirit stones?"
Yan Xuan was startled, and asked, "How much?"
"One eighth-grade spirit stone, ten fifth-grade spirit stones." Meng Qi said.
Yan Xuan was startled again.
No matter how injured he is, no matter how regressing his cultivation base is, he will not be unable to produce these spirit stones.
According to Yan Xuan's words, he handed Meng Qi the spirit stones she needed, and saw her deliver the eighth-grade spirit stones to her natal cauldron.
There was a soft "poof" sound from the spirit stone, the spiritual energy overflowed, and a light flashed under the small cauldron. Meng Qi took out another small bottle and poured some water into the Wuling cauldron.
After a while, the room was filled with the smell of medicine. The slightly bitter and slightly astringent medicine smell dispelled the strong medicine smell before. The medicine liquid in the small cauldron was tumbling, and finally a small bottle of emerald green medicine liquid was obtained.
Meng Qi then leaned over, picked up the child, and let him sit on the bed.
She sat cross-legged across from him, pinched the formula with her right hand, and pressed it lightly on his left eye.
She opened the medicine bottle just now with her left hand, put the medicine bottle in front of the child's mouth, and a drop of emerald green liquid was sent into the child's mouth.
Meng Qi took back the medicine bottle, closed her eyes and stopped talking.
The restaurant owner's natal child was actually injured by the devil. And it didn't directly hurt him directly, it should just be that when the other party attacked others, the remaining power of the formula swept over the child.
Otherwise, he would die when injured.
If the injured person was a cultivator, it would be much simpler. For Meng Qi, it was an extremely common internal injury.
It even only needs a elixir to heal the injury by itself.
But the other party is not a cultivator, his body is much weaker than that of a cultivator, and his meridians cannot withstand too much spiritual energy.
In addition, he had been injured for too long and his body was already very weak, so for Meng Qi, it was a lot of trouble, and she spent more time.
After a full three hours, Meng Qi finally opened his eyes slowly.
The room was still quiet, and Yan Xuan was still sitting on the chair near the door, as if he hadn't moved.
The outside of the window became dark, and there was a fist-sized pearl on the table beside Yan Xuan.
The pearly luster illuminates the entire room without being too dazzling.
Yan Xuan took advantage of the pearl light to stare at Meng Qi in a daze.
At first, the corners of his lips were slightly raised, with a hint of sarcasm.
Slowly, the sarcasm faded completely, his eyes flickered, and his expression became dazed.
Seeing that Meng Qi finally opened his eyes, he turned his head, feeling a little embarrassed, for fear that the other party would see him looking at her for so long.
Meng Qi didn't look at him at all. The child suddenly groaned softly, shook his body a few times, and opened his eyes in a daze.
"Mother..." He called out vaguely, and fell towards Meng Qi.
Meng Qi stretched out her hand to support him, carefully letting him lie down on the bed.
She flicked her sleeves, and the door opened again. The proprietress who was waiting outside the door was restless, and was walking back and forth anxiously at the door.
At this moment, when she heard the door open, she stepped forward abruptly, and turned to look at Meng Qi.
Meng Qi smiled at her and nodded slightly.
"Well—" Before the proprietress could open her mouth, tears began to fall down.
"Xiaolu!" She choked up and yelled, and rushed in three steps at a time.
The proprietress even forgot to thank Meng Qi, she threw herself on the bedside and knelt down: "Xiaolu!"
She reached out and gently stroked her son's hair.
"Mother..." The child slowly opened his eyes again, his eyes still blank, but he slowly called out.
"Xiaolu!" The landlady's tears fell faster. This was the first time her son woke up after being ill and recognized her.
She choked up and couldn't say a word. After a while, she finally came to her senses and wanted to thank Meng Qi.
The bright pearls on the table in the room had disappeared, the oil lamps were turned on more than once, and the flickering flames flickered, but no one was there.
There was a piece of paper under the oil lamp on the table, and a small blue porcelain bottle. The paper clearly stated how to take the medicine and what to do next.
The handwriting is clear and meaningful, it was left by Meng Qi.
At this time, Meng Qi had walked a long way with Yan Xuan side by side.
The sky was already dark, and the night shrouded the entire Mirror Moon City.
Thousands of lights are lit up in the city, and it looks so peaceful and peaceful.
The night wind lifted Meng Qi's green robe and hair, Yan Xuan looked sideways at her several times, her expression remained the same as before, as if it hadn't changed at all.
"Do you think..." The two walked side by side for half the street again in silence, Yan Xuan finally spoke, "I asked you to save him, and you really cured him, so I will promise you ,Cooperate with you?"
"I didn't think so." Meng Qi said.
Yan Xuan: "..."
Although he didn't speak, he obviously didn't believe it.
Shijue Mountain will be open at any time within these ten days. Meng Qi obviously has plans for Shijue Mountain, and is also preparing for Shijue Mountain.
Now, without hesitation, he spent a full three hours for a child from an ordinary family.
This is of no benefit to her. What she got from the proprietress was just a handful of first-grade spirit stones.
——That's probably not even the price of a elixir that Meng Qi used up.
"Then why did you save him?" Seeing that Meng Qi had no more words, Yan Xuan was silent for a while, then asked again suddenly.
"Huh?" Meng Qi didn't know how to answer this question.
"If it wasn't for me to agree to cooperate with you, why are you willing to save him?"
"Ah?" Meng Qi was startled instead.
She looked at Yan Xuan and murmured: "When you see an injured child, of course you can save it."
she says.
After thinking about it, Meng Qi smiled at Yan Xuan: "You don't need to be stressed."