Nan Li immediately refused: "No, he injected evil energy into his body, just to explode and die at the critical moment, so as not to be detected."

Qingyang was startled, and there was a hint of admiration in his eyes: "He is a cruel person, and he can be so cruel to himself. In this case, isn't there nothing we can do against him?"

"No, after my magic circle is set up for a month, the defensive talisman and seal in his body will be eliminated. I can just use the mantra talisman at that time." Nan Li said.

As a Taoist, she has long understood the truth that there are people outside the world, and there is always someone better than herself. How could she be so boring and insist on comparing herself with others.

Chong Jiuzhen thought she was young and easy to coax, thinking that a few words of provocation would work.

Little did he know, he himself had fallen into a trap.

This magic circle was carefully prepared by her, and Chongjiu's little ability was not obvious yet.

Purifying the evil spirit in his body was just a matter of course. After all, Chongjiu had manipulated the water ghost to harm so many people, and she was also eyeing her sister-in-law's plans. She didn't have a holy mother's heart, so she wouldn't bother to save an evil person.

Qingyang understood and couldn't help but smile: "I see, then we only need to wait a month to know what he wants to do."

Nan Li nodded slightly and told Qingyang to arrange for guards to guard him and not make any mistakes.

Qingyang agreed, and then said that all the black armored guards had returned to Beijing and Xue Shengnan was not hunted down.

This was expected by Nan Li. She had made a divination and it turned out that Xue Shengnan was a lucky divination, which meant that she would definitely survive this disaster and be safe and sound.

It was God's will, and she didn't want to scream with God, lest more unlucky people lose their lives.

Nan Li went to Xuanzhengsi again and returned to the Hou Mansion in the afternoon.

A maid came up to greet her and said, "The princess is back. We have a guest today. She insists on seeing you. I have been waiting for more than an hour."

The guests are waiting in the main hall.

Mr. Shen is accompanying me, and my fourth brother is also there.

When Mrs. Shen saw Nan Li's figure, her eyes lit up, full of kindness: "Li'er is back!"

The guest in the hall stood up immediately. Seeing that his daughter was a little weak and couldn't stand up, he even helped her: "Fu'er, please salute the Ninth Princess and say hello."

The little girl's face was pale, without any blood, and her body was so thin that it seemed as if a gust of wind could blow her down.

Nan Li knew at a glance that she was seriously ill and had reached the point where no medicine could work.

Sure enough, the little girl was tired from traveling, the wind blew, and she had been waiting here for a long time. Her body could no longer bear it. As soon as she stood up, her eyes turned dark and she fell to one side.

"Miss Zhao!" Shen and Chu Yang shouted in surprise.

The father supported his daughter, panicking, "Fu'er! How are you?!"

Nan Li frowned and could only say: "Take her to the back hall and I will give her acupuncture."

"Thank you!" The father moved quickly, carried his daughter in, and placed her on the soft couch.

Nan Li asked them to wait outside, then took out the acupuncture bag from the cloth bag and used the fire charm to sterilize the silver needles.

Mrs. Shen was also a woman, so she helped her and helped Miss Zhao undress.

In this way, Nan Li can perform the needle immediately.

After pricking more than a dozen silver needles, Nan Li felt her pulse again, sighed softly, and then gave her a pill.

Mrs. Shen was very attentive, and when she saw this, she asked: "This Miss Zhao's illness...can't be cured?"

Nan Li said: "It is not easy to delay her until now. She is about to expire and it is difficult for gods to save her."

Mrs. Shen sighed and shook his head, "I thought she was a child with great luck and destiny. She escaped the flesh-eating poison and will be safe in the future."

Nan Li looked at the little girl's appearance again, and then she recognized her: "Oh! She is the little girl who was saved by the fourth brother."

No wonder Fourth Brother was there just now.

Seeing that she was very weak that day, he knew that she had a serious illness and would not live long. However, he did not expect that in just a short period of time, she would become so seriously ill and her life would be over.

Mrs. Shen nodded with regret in her voice: "Yes, that person just now is the sect leader of the Chihuo Sect. This is his only daughter, named Zhao Lingfu. You brothers and sisters saved her before, and the sect leader Zhao came to the door to give a gift to express her gratitude.

At that time, although Miss Zhao's face was sallow, she was in good spirits. I didn't expect that now..."

Nan Li quickly guessed the reason why Clan Leader Zhao came here with his daughter, and asked, "Are they here to seek medical treatment?"

Mrs. Shen then nodded: "Yes, I have been waiting for you here for a long time, but Sect Master Zhao is afraid of disturbing you and refuses to let anyone find you."

After hearing this, Nan Li murmured: "But even the Lord of Hell has to act according to the book of life and death."

The breath-regulating elixir had taken effect, and Zhao Lingfu slowly woke up.

She felt an inexplicable sense of peace when she saw Nan Li, and it had been a long time since she had been ill, and her hands felt warm for the first time.

She was about to move and say thank you, but Nan Li quickly held her down: "Wait a moment, I'll give you the injection."

Zhao Lingfu opened her big eyes and nodded obediently.

After Nan Li stitched her together, she gathered her clothes and fastened her belts and buttons.

After finishing the arrangement, Sect Leader Zhao and Chu Yang walked in.

"Miss Zhao, what do you think? I asked the kitchen to cook ginseng soup for you. Can you take a few sips?" Chu Yang was a little happy to see that she woke up without incident.

Facing Chu Yang's bright and wanton smile, Zhao Lingfu's ears turned a little red. She lowered her head in a hurry and said in a weak voice, "Thank you, Fourth Young Master."

"You're welcome." Chu Yang asked the maid to quickly bring the ginseng soup.

He practices martial arts on a daily basis and is somewhat involved in medical skills. He knows that people with weak Qi and weak bodies are most suitable to drink ginseng soup.

Seeing that his daughter's complexion was much better than before, Clan Master Zhao couldn't help but moisten his eyes. He turned around and gave Nan Li a big gift and said: "The Ninth Princess has great medical skills! Please treat my little daughter's illness!"

He knew that he was not in the wrong place this time!

Nan Li's face darkened, and she immediately stepped forward to help Sect Master Zhao stand up: "Sect Master Zhao, there is nothing I can do."

"No, the Ninth Princess has a way." Sect Leader Zhao refused, "Fu'er is only fifteen and not married yet. I beg the Ninth Princess to be kind and let her live longer!"

Nan Li had great strength and insisted on helping Sect Master Zhao to stand up. Sect Master Zhao was secretly frightened. He did not expect that she had such strength. He quickly used his kung fu to resist, but he used up 100% of his internal strength. Beads of sweat appeared on his forehead and lips.

Even a slight tremor is invincible.

Finally, he gave up resistance and stood up straight.

If I can't get it, can't I use other methods?

He said sincerely: "Ninth Princess, I know the rules of asking for help. If you are willing to take action to heal Fu'er, from now on, all members of my Chihuo Sect will be at your disposal!"

Chu Yang's eyes suddenly widened.

He couldn't control himself, so he moved to Nan Li's side and whispered: "Sixth Sister, the Chihuo Sect has hundreds of years of foundation, and has a collection of many internal skills, mental techniques and various sword and knife manuals."
Chapter completed!