The sky is thousands of miles long and filled with white clouds.

Lu Hanxiao stepped on the fairy sword and held Yuanji in his arms, piercing the sea of ​​clouds like a rainbow piercing the sun, and reached Nanfan Island.

As soon as he got off the martial arts field in Kaiyuan Valley, he ran straight towards Mitian Street in the valley. The disciples walking along the way were not surprised when they saw him wearing the Taoist robe of Wanjian Sect. They just ignored him in a hurry.

The four major sects of cultivation, Kaiyuan Valley, Wanjianmen, Ziyan Pavilion, and Juechen Temple have been friends for many years, and their disciples often have contact with each other. In addition, the cultivators are heart-breaking demons, and many of them have become close friends in the secular world.

Visits are common.

Lu Hanxiao hugged the person and rushed to a wooden house covered in dust. A wooden plaque above said "Baicaotang".

As he was about to enter, a cigarette pole suddenly came out and blocked his way.

"Wait a minute."

The tone was lazy with a Sichuan accent, but the voice was full of magnetism, and then a beautiful woman wearing a long gauze robe stepped in front of the door.

Lu Hanxiao stopped, smiled bitterly, and said, "Junior Sister Jiang Guo, I have something urgent."

"Urgent, who doesn't come to the medicine hall in a hurry?" Jiang Guo turned his cigarette stick with a cold look on his face, "It's silly to talk about things."

"Save people." Lu Hanxiao spoke concisely and to the point, and raised Yuan Ji in his arms, "This young man is seriously injured. I will seek treatment from Master Qi Zhou."

Jiang Guoyuan's eyebrows were relaxed, and when he took a closer look, he saw Yuan Ji in Lu Hanxiao's arms hanging his hands, and the drops of blood were flowing down his fingertips.

She seemed used to seeing such tragic scenes. She turned her head slightly and shouted into the house: "Old man, come out to pick up the guests!"

"Nonsense."

His words were full of anger, and he saw a short old dwarf walking out, his white beard almost dragging on the ground. He frowned and glared at Jiang Guo, and whispered: "No big, no small."

"Master Qizhou." Lu Hanxiao nodded in greeting, "My little brother is seriously injured. Please see and treat him."

Master Qi Zhou clasped his hands behind his back, walked closer and took a look, then walked back and said nonchalantly: "I'm going to die, there is no cure."

Lu Hanxiao said hurriedly: "Master, my master said that no one except Master Qi Zhou can treat such a serious injury in the world!"

Jiang Guo stood aside, took a puff of cigarette and puffed out the smoke, and said, "Didn't you listen to what our old man said? There's no way to cure it, so get out."

Lu Hanxiao smiled helplessly, but Master Qizhou suddenly turned back and asked with a smile: "Is that what that old guy from Beitangdu said?"

"It's absolutely true." Lu Hanxiao nodded repeatedly, "The real person is a senior of the four sects of elixirs, and no one can match his mastery of rejuvenation."

Master Qi Zhou was flattered, and he suddenly felt relieved and said: "This is the truth, I like to hear it. In this case, I will also tell you something that comes from my heart."

Lu Hanxiao hurriedly lowered his head, as if he was listening to the teachings.

"This young man was wounded by a knife. His complexion must have been stained by the wind and rain, and he is now breathless." Master Qi Zhou held his head high, "Even if Daluo Immortal is here, huh, it's all in vain.

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Lu Hanxiao suddenly raised his head and asked in shock: "Master, is there nothing we can do?"

"Elm head." Master Qi Zhou stepped forward and opened Yuan Ji's prison clothes, pointing to the wound, "How do you want me to cure my broken intestine? Can't I sew it up with an embroidery needle? I have never learned needlework, do you want me to do it?

Go to Yanzhou to look for a tailor shop and ask if they can do the business of sewing intestines?"

Lu Hanxiao was speechless by the rebuke and had no choice but to sigh and give up.

Master Qi Zhou withdrew his hand and was about to go back to the house when his eyes suddenly stopped on Yuan Ji's ankle, where he wore a footbell with words engraved on the buckle.

Lu Hanxiao turned around and was about to leave. Since the person couldn't be cured, he had no choice but to take him back to recover.

"Wait a minute." Master Qi Zhou suddenly grabbed his robe, then lifted Yuan Ji's footbell and looked at it. After a long time, he asked, "What is this young man's name?"

"Uh... it sounds like..." Lu Hanxiao recalled Zhen's ridiculous words, "named Yuanji."

"Yuanji?" Master Qi Zhou raised his chin and asked, "What's your last name?"

Lu Hanxiao said honestly: "I don't know, I just heard my junior sister call him Yuanji."

"Hmm..." Master Qi Zhou thought for a moment and said, "Bring it in."

Lu Hanxiao was stunned when he heard this, but Jiang Guo hit him on the shoulder with his cigarette pole, raised his chin and said, "Why are you standing there? I told you to come in."

Lu Hanxiao came to his senses and quickly followed him into the house.

"Leave it here." Master Qi Zhou pointed to the bamboo couch and said to Jiang Guo, "Go and call your senior sister here and ask her to bring needle and thread."

Jiang Guo held the cigarette spray in his mouth and asked, "Why did you call her?"

"Oh, I said I don't know how to sew, so I asked her to sew my intestines." Master Qi Zhou jumped up and down, "Go if you are told!"

Jiang Guo didn't look at him and went into the back room. When he came out, there was a woman behind him.

Lu Hanxiao saluted the woman and said, "I have met Junior Sister Wu Ting."

Wu Ting has an elegant temperament. She smiled without showing her teeth and said in return: "Senior Brother Lu."

"Okay, don't be polite." Master Qi Zhou took out a thin knife from the counter, "Ting'er, I'll give him medicine, and you'll sew up his intestines."

Wu Ting responded and took out her needle and thread to prepare. Master Qi Zhou took the small bench and sat down, rolled up his sleeves and took the knife.

He worked quickly, cutting off the dead flesh, and after gouging it out, Wu Ting sewed the intestines one by one. His slender hands were stained with blood, but Lu Hanxiao, who was watching, found it inexplicably beautiful.

Blood flowed all over the floor. Master Qi Zhou gave good medicine to stop the bleeding and then gave Yuan Ji a few pills.

When Jiang Guo saw the elixir, he immediately stopped smoking, his eyes widened, and he hesitated: "That's, that's..."

Master Qi Zhou muttered: "The fate has come, it is useless to keep it."

Wuting then put the drained handkerchief on Yuan Ji's forehead and said while washing her hands: "Master is willing to give up the treasured pills this time and give them to this young man as candy."

Master Qi Zhou snorted, turned around and went into the back room to lie down on the happy couch.

Lu Hanxiao and Jiang Guo were guarding Yuan Ji outside. Wu Ting followed him into the back room. She took off the rag and wiped the table on the couch and asked, "Master, this is the first time I see you caring so much. Who is this young man?"

"Do you still remember those two skills in Yanzhou?" Master Qi Zhou covered his belly with his fingers, "That's it, that, that... the two skills of book and piano."

"Remember, who in Kyushu doesn't know? A book about Jiang Xiaonan and a music about Wushuang." Wu Ting put the rag into the copper basin and scrubbed it. "I also listened to music by Yue Wushuang when I traveled in the early years. It sounded good."

Master Qizhou twirled his white beard and said: "This child Le Wushuang's piano is really unique in the world. She actually broke my 'sorrow demon'. My life was about to end, but she forcefully pulled me back from the gate of hell."

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Wuting wiped her hands with a fragrant handkerchief and asked, "What does this have to do with the young man outside?"

Master Qi Zhou stood up, leaned against the cushions, and said: "That footbell was given by me. It has been soaked in medicine and can be used to rest your mind. I didn't bring anything with me back then, so I gave her such a gadget. I didn't expect it to happen again today."

When I saw it, I really missed the people after seeing things, alas.”

Wuting sat on the edge of the collapse and said, "The fire in Chongwu Year burned the entire flower boat. Master, how long has it been since then? Do you still remember it?"

"That child is stupid. I wanted to take her as my disciple back then." Master Qi Zhou pointed out the window and repeated stutteringly, "She, she, she..."

"She refused." Wu Ting pursed her thin lips and smiled, "Master, cultivating the Tao is a matter of destiny, but there is no such thing as happiness."

"This child may be hers, but I owe a debt in my life." Master Qi Zhou walked softly, "No, this child must stay."

Wu Ting thought for a while and said, "This is the person brought by Senior Brother Lu. I'm afraid he has already entered Wanjianmen."

"I can't say that!" Master Qi Zhou turned around suddenly, "What good can I do with that old guy at Beitangdu? I haven't fully imparted my unique skills, and I feel unhappy! Ting'er, this person has to stay. When the time comes,

Just say, just say..."

Qi Zhouzhen held his chin and hesitated. Wu Ting smiled and leaned closer and said, "You have to take care of yourself for a few years, otherwise your body and bones will suffer from the root of the disease?"

Master Qi Zhou clapped his hands and applauded. He pinched Wu Ting's chin dotingly and said with appreciation: "Ting'er still understands Master's wishes, so let's do it!"

Jiang Guo was leaning against the door and smoking a cigarette outside the house. She glanced at Lu Hanxiao and said, "Is this young man a disciple of Wanjian Sect?"

Lu Hanxiao put the back of his hand against Yuan Ji's forehead and replied: "No, he followed my junior sister into the mountain."

"Oh." Jiang Guo puffed out mist from her lips, "It doesn't look like you are so anxious to save people."

Lu Hanxiao was an upright person and had numerous friends from the four major sects, but beauty Jiang from Kaiyuan Valley was the only one who sneered at him.

He didn't care and asked with a smile: "What does that look like?"

Jiang Guo looked at Yuan Ji, who was unconscious. His face was hazy due to the smoke, and she said, "Like your son."

"Junior Sister Jiang was joking." Lu Hanxiao put the hot handkerchief into the basin and scrubbed it, "It's just that my junior sister is worried about this young man, and as a senior brother, I don't want to make her sad."

Jiang Guo was puffing away the ashes of his cigarette, looking at him intentionally or unintentionally, and asked, "Who is your junior sister?"

Lu Hanxiao drained the handkerchief and put it carefully on Yuan Ji's forehead. He walked to the door and looked at the sky, saying melancholy: "I just arrived at Wanjianmen yesterday and called Zhen Xiaoxiao."

Jiang Guo paused, frowned, and said, "Zhen Xiaoxiao? Isn't that Zhen Yi's only daughter who was beheaded a few months ago?"

"I've heard about this too." Wu Ting opened the curtain and walked out, "Then I heard that Zhen Yi didn't bring any soldiers when he was recalled to Chongdu, and the emperor beheaded him as a result."

"This matter has spread widely." Lu Hanxiao sighed, "A great general in the world, with a great reputation for a lifetime, will die in one day, and everyone will feel regretful if he hears it."

"Ahem." Master Qi Zhou coughed and walked out. He asked, "Then is this young man from Prince Zhen's Mansion?"

Lu Hanxiao replied respectfully: "I think so."

Qi Zhouzhen rolled his eyes, sat on the small stool, and glanced at Wu Ting.

Wu Ting understood and said: "Senior Brother Lu, this young man is seriously injured and has to recuperate here for some time. You see..."

Lu Hanxiao asked: "According to Junior Sister's words, how long will it take?"

Master Qi Zhou tapped his calf with his five fingers. Wu Ting stared at it and said, "It will take...a hundred days no matter what."
To be continued...