Fang Yun turned his head and glanced in the direction of Shengyuan Continent, and said, "Excuse me, Mr. Chongzhi, I am going to visit Mr. Jinglong and Mr. Qingzhi."
Zu Chongzhi's clone's eyes lit up and he asked, "Did you get the magic medicine?"
Fang Yun nodded and said, "Although the Dusk Sun Fragment is powerful, it can only be used for cultivation and cannot be used to treat injuries. I got some magical medicine this time and I plan to give it to the two of them. When the time comes, they may need the help of Baicaolu and Yunsheng..."
"The injuries of the two are critical. I will go and borrow the Baicao Furnace and ask Yunsheng for help." Zu Chongzhi said.
"Thank you, Mr. Chongzhi."
After Zu Chongzhi's clone disappeared, Fang Yun looked towards where the Wang family was, took a step, and his body merged into the void and disappeared.
A moment later, in the royal garden.
The Wang family's backyard is shaded by green bamboos and gurgling water. The emerald green parrot at the door is combing its feathers with its black hooked beak, the katydids in the rows of bamboo cages are chirping weakly, and the koi in the pond are swimming slowly, elegant and magnificent.
When the parrot saw Fang Yun, its head trembled, and its beak accidentally pecked off a tuft of feathers. It screamed, "A distinguished guest is coming! I'm so scared! I'm so scared!" Then it flapped its wings and flew into the house.
Fang Yun smiled. This parrot was actually a spiritual creature. No wonder it was not tied up.
"Please come in, Mr. Fang. I'm sorry I can't go out to greet you." Wang Jinglong's old voice came.
Fang Yun walked in and said, "You should just lie down. How does it feel to be unable to move?"
"Hmph!" Wang Jinglong said, "Thank you, little friend Fang, for the Dusk Sun Fragment. I also had a dream that I don't know if it was good or not."
"Mr. Jinglong is still dreaming?" Fang Yun stepped into Wang Jinglong's bedroom, smelling a pungent medicinal scent.
On the bed, there lay an old man who was so skinny that his bones were visible. His eye sockets were so sunken that they looked like two black porcelain bowls, which was quite scary.
Wang Jinglong is blind.
Fang Yun still had a smile on his face.
Wang Jinglong's eyes showed a faint light. Without opening his mouth, he spoke in his mind, "I dreamed yesterday that after practicing hard for hundreds of years, I finally got the coveted divine object, a petal of Moon Lotus. But I saw a young man with a blurred face walked up to me, put down the backpack, and then asked himself: Which piece of Moon Lotus should I eat today? Or the biggest one. After that, the young man chewed the Moon Lotus raw like a melon. In the backpack, there were endless Moon Lotus!"
"Why do I feel that you are even more miserable in your dream than you are now?" Fang Yun sat on the head of the bed with a smile and put his hand on Wang Jinglong's wrist.
Fang Yun had studied medicine for many years, and he shook his head and smacked his lips as soon as he touched it.
"I take back what I said just now. You are in a really miserable state now. To use the words from legendary novels, your tendons and veins are broken, you are possessed by evil spirits, and you won't live long." Fang Yun said.
Wang Jinglong said unhappily, "Stop talking nonsense and take out the magic medicine! I know you have something good! I almost cried when I received the Dusk Sun Fragment that day. If it had been ten years... no, even five years, I wouldn't be so miserable now! With the Dusk Sun Fragment, do you believe I can beat Ao Yu?"
Fang Yun looked at Wang Jinglong, whose face looked as if the blood had been drained out, and said, "Actually, the Dragon Saint of the West Sea was promoted to Great Saint not long ago. He must have heard you calling his name."
"That old guy is hiding so deeply? It's okay. I won't live long anyway, so I'm not afraid of him!" Wang Jinglong closed his eyes, looking fearless.
Fang Yun had a smile on his face and his right hand was still taking Wang Jinglong's pulse.
In fact, taking the pulse is useless now.
Wang Jinglong's body is like broken pieces of porcelain glued together again. No matter how beautiful it is, it is still broken pieces of porcelain.
The power of the ancestral treasure is so terrifying.
Fang Yun said helplessly: "These magical medicines I have on hand should only allow you to recover 70% to 80% of your strength. In the future, disaster will only worsen..."
"Can it really recover 70% to 80%?" Wang Jinglong suddenly widened his eyes, and big white eyeballs suddenly appeared in the empty eye sockets, which was extremely terrifying.
Fang Yun smiled and said, "Of course."
“I’m not just physically injured, I also have problems with my holy way and holy thoughts. Fortunately, the literary world has not fallen apart, otherwise…” Wang Jinglong didn’t finish his words, and his mood became depressed again.
"I know. I can tell as soon as I see you. Your Holy Path has been upgraded by your ancestor's power. This kind of thing is too simple. As long as you have a little original holy power and a dozen holy thought fruits, you will be able to recover in a few days." Fang Yun said.
Wang Jinglong smiled bitterly and said, "I believe you if you say you have Holy Thought Fruits, but I really don't believe you if you have more than a dozen. As for the origin of Holy Power, it is even more impossible. That thing only existed during the Dragon Emperor era, and it has never appeared since the Dragon Emperor era."
Fang Yun didn't answer, but raised his right hand and patted Wang Jinglong on the forehead.
It's like a teacher punishing students who don't pay attention in class.
The moment he touched Wang Jinglong's forehead, a ray of yellow light appeared in the palm of Fang Yun's right hand, mixed with Fang Yun's unique power of Wenqu Shengdao, and poured into Wang Jinglong's body like the Yangtze River.
Fang Yun's left hand threw the Holy Thought Fruit into Wang Jinglong's literary world like throwing a stone into a pond.
Wang Jinglong’s eyes widened, his mind was blank and he was confused.
He knew that Fang Yun must have a magic medicine that could help him, but it could only restore him 20% to 30% at most. But what was the meaning of eating the Holy Thought Fruit, which only the Holy Ancestor could enjoy, as peanuts
As for the original holy power, it is also a magical object used by the holy ancestors to heal wounds. How did Fang Yun get it
After a few breaths, Wang Jinglong was surrounded by divine power. The Wang family's old house was ultimately unable to fully absorb the power, and the divine power leaked out.
At this moment, everyone in Shengyuan Continent saw a ray of golden holy light burst out from the sky above the Wang family’s old house, rising eight thousand miles into the sky and lingering for a long time.
When the scholars from Wang Sheng's family saw this scene, they burst into tears.
"The ancestor's injury has healed!"
In Daofeng Mountain, Zu Chongzhi's real body was holding the Baicao Furnace and was about to go and invite Yunsheng. But now he turned his head and looked in the direction of Wang's family with a confused look on his face. Was he still going to invite Yunsheng
Wang family’s old house, Wang Jinglong’s bedroom.
Wang Jinglong's body recovered at a speed visible to the naked eye. His shriveled muscles slowly swelled up, his tightened skin slowly expanded, and the dried blood in his blood vessels began to flow again.
After only a dozen breaths, Wang Jinglong's body had basically recovered, but he looked a little pale.
Wang Jinglong opened his eyes, supported himself on the bed with his hands, and slowly sat up, looking at his body in disbelief.
"You are not wearing any clothes." Fang Yun said helplessly.
"Are you blind?"
"Why are you swearing?" Fang Yun said.
Wang Jinglong was silent for a while, then said, "I'm asking, how did you become blind?"
"I'm not blind! I just closed my eyes and searched for the truth of the world!" Fang Yun said.
Wang Jinglong curled his lips, slowly put on his clothes, and said, "I pretended to believe it."
"You should lie down for a while longer." Fang Yun said.
Wang Jinglong patted his black robe, and his two old legs, thinner than lamb's legs, drooped beside the bed. Then he landed carefully and walked forward slowly in his shoes.
"This is just a dream, the world is in my hands!" Wang Jinglong said to himself proudly.
Fang Yun looked at Wang Jinglong as he walked forward trembling with a hunched back, and was filled with awe. Wang Jinglong was indeed very resilient, and after this battle, he seemed to have made a breakthrough.
Afterwards, Wang Jinglong's voice spread throughout the Wang residence.
"Bring out all the best wine for me!"
Fang Yun continued to close his eyes and looked up at the sky.
"I overestimated this old guy..."