For today's Lingxiao Sect, a little hope is all spiritual sustenance.
Nalan Butong played games all his life, but he only had a son like Nalan Yuntian under his knees. How desolate it was to give a man with white hair to a man with black hair.
He had lived for hundreds of years, so naturally he would not act like a son or daughter like Nalan Yan, but his love for Nalan Yuntian was no weaker than anyone else, so he looked at Nalan Yan and waited for Nalan Yan's next words.
Nalanyan looked at Mo Yi, who was not able to stand up to her grandfather, and wanted to scold him, but she had to ask for help, so she had to endure it.
"This young man is a strange person that my granddaughter met on the way. He is the heir apparent of the Mo family. Although he is young, he has many magical things. The granddaughter brought him back to treat his father's injuries.[
When Nalan Butong heard Nalan Yan's words, his body trembled slightly. He was not excited, but angry.
Such a minor boy can actually solve problems that the entire Lingxiao Sect cannot solve. They are embarrassed by the strange diseases that even old men who have lived for hundreds of years cannot solve.
Nalan Butong looked deeply at Nalan Yan, as if he wanted to see something in her eyes.
Nalan Yan smiled bitterly: "Grandpa, Yan'er is not very crazy, nor is she stupid. Prince Mo does have something strange."
Nalan Butong read Nalan Yan's determination and persistence. The most important thing was that he saw that her eyes were still clear and she was not stupid.
He was stunned for a moment, then waved away all the irrelevant people, including Long Bao, and had to leave the room.
Then an old man with a slender face walked up and whispered about Nalanyan's encounters and wishes along the way. When he finally talked about Mo Yi, his tone seemed more excited, and he obviously recognized the strangeness of Mo Yi.
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Xiao Jiannan in Lengyue Palace was secretly protected by hidden guards, and Nalan Yan's status was respected, so naturally it was impossible for him to be protected secretly by strong men. These people were all powerful men sent by Nalan Butong. Their words made Nalan Butong feel guilty.
Somewhat confident.
"I also ask Prince Mo to treat my son's injuries. As long as my son can be cured, if I ask anything, the Lingxiao Sect will not respond." Nalan Butong put down his airs and said to Mo Yi sincerely.
Mo Yi narrowly rolled his eyes: "Is there really any objection? Then I want to marry Nalan Yan, do you agree?"
Nalan Boutong's face was stunned, and he felt anxious and wanted to curse.
Nalan Yan's face turned red with anger, and she really wanted to teach this cowardly little bastard a lesson, but when she looked at her father who was getting weaker and weaker, the last thing he said was: "As long as Mr. Mo can be cured,
My father is injured, Nalan Yan is willing to marry me, and we will be part of the Mo family from now on."
Xiami and Mo Yi were stunned at this moment, and said with a smile: "It's just a joke, don't take it seriously. Now let's get down to business. I'll take a look at Sect Master Nalan's injury first, and then talk about the rest in detail."
It's a joke, it's a joke on your sister. Even if Nalan Butong and Nalan Yan are well-behaved, they can't help but curse secretly in their hearts. Is such a thing a joke? If Mo Yi hadn't had hope of curing Nalan Yuntian, he would have been killed early in the morning.
The two dragged it out and chopped it up to feed the dogs.
Mo Yi pretended to be like Dr. Fang, took the pulse with his hands, and made a decent diagnosis.
His behavior cast a shadow on the minds of everyone in the room. How could such common and extremely common medical skills be effective?
Mo Yi was too lazy to pay attention to other people's gazes. On the surface, he was feeling his pulse. In fact, the abnormal consciousness had already quietly penetrated into Nalan Yuntian's body. He closed his eyes slightly and shook his little head, but his thoughts followed closely with every detail of his consciousness.
Exploring.
Mo Yi's frown from time to time made Nalan Yan and Nalan Butong worried.
More than half an hour passed, and Mo Yi's expression suddenly turned very red, and a trace of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth, as if he had been hurt in some way.[
"How is my father's injury? Is there still hope?" Nalan Yan couldn't wait to ask Mo Yi, who was standing up. Her eyes were filled with worry, fearing that she would hear some bad news from Mo Yi's mouth.
She was afraid she wouldn't be able to bear it.
Mo Yi didn't answer, sighing and frowning.
Nalanyan burst into tears and couldn't help but cry softly.
"Hu Liao, please take Mr. Mo off for a while. After all, the visitor is a guest. No matter what, you must not lose your etiquette." Nalan Butong looked at Mo Yi's expression and felt sad in his heart. Even his small hope was shattered. He felt very sad.
Oops, Mo Yi was given an eviction order.
Mo Yi looked at the guard who walked in front of him and wanted to lead him. His expression suddenly changed. He blinked and asked angrily: "What is this? Is it possible that Sect Leader Nalan's injury does not need treatment?"
Well, these words are quite shocking.
Nalanyan's tears stopped abruptly: "Do you think my father's injury can be cured?"
Mo Yi tilted his head and asked with a bad smile: "When did I say it can't be cured?"
Nalanyan felt very aggrieved. Since it could be cured, why did she look like her parents were dead just now? This was unintentionally causing people to wonder.
Unconsciously, Nalan Yan stretched out her hand and twisted Mo Yi's cute face, using a girl's unique special move, spinning 180 degrees, causing Mo Yi to grit her teeth and jump in pain.
Miss Nalan's anger subsided, but she didn't realize how intimate this behavior seemed to others.
Nalan Boutong couldn't help but cough a few times, and then Nalan Yan reluctantly let go of Mo Yi's abused face.
"Since my son has been saved, why is Prince Mo so distressed? Is there any difficulty in it?" Nalan Boutong glanced at Nalan Yan, and then asked Mo Yi softly.
Mo Yi rubbed his face and replied angrily: "Of course there are difficulties. We need spiritual stones, a lot of spiritual stones, and also elixirs that can help restore spiritual power. The higher the quality, the better."
Nalan Boutong said cautiously: "The spiritual stone is easy to talk about, and our Lingxiao Sect will definitely satisfy it with all our strength. But I don't know what quality this elixir needs to have to meet the demand?"
Mo Yi pretended to mutter: "As for the spiritual stones, about ten million are necessary. The more prepared you are, the better. As for the elixir, the best quality from your Lingxiao Sect should be enough."
Nalan Butong agreed on the spot, went out to mobilize resources, and secretly winked at Nalan Yan to keep an eye on Mo Yi.
Naturally, this look could not escape Mo Yi's unknown perception, but he did not pay attention to it. Even though Nalan Butong agreed so readily, given so many resources, he would definitely not let himself out of their sight, and supervision would definitely exist.
, but Mo Yi enjoyed it when such a beautiful lady from a famous family came to look at him.
Not long after, Nalan rushed back because he couldn't understand, and handed Mo Yi two storage rings, one containing spiritual stones. Mo Yi counted them with his spiritual consciousness, which was a total of fifteen million spiritual stones, and the extra five million.
, no matter how you look at it, it looks like a hidden red envelope given to doctors.
As for the other ring, I took out the medicine box and found a pill of elixir inside. It was dazzling, had a rich fragrance, and emitted extremely amazing energy fluctuations.
Nalan Butong introduced: "This is the most exquisite elixir of our Lingxiao Sect, called Jiuzhi Xiancao Pill. Such a pill was once sold for four million spirit stones, and it can accelerate the recovery of spiritual power dozens of times. Even if
It is also of great use to an earth-level powerhouse like me, I wonder if Prince Mo is still satisfied with it?"
Mo Yi held the Jiuzhi Xiancao Pill in his hand, feeling the extremely pure energy contained in it, and felt happy. Now, he was making a lot of money, and these spiritual stones were really good, especially...
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Mo Yi quickly put away all the spirit stones and elixirs, then smiled and said to Nalan Bu Tong: "Satisfied, very satisfied. But let me make it clear first, these spirit stones and elixirs are all for the treatment of Master Nalan."
I am definitely not using it for myself. Also, if you are not cured in the end, don’t ask me to compensate you. If you are cured, I don’t need the rest. How about giving me two more elixirs as a reward?"
Nalan Yan looked anxiously, is this guy still the same fool as the God of Wealth? The extortion was not that severe. She wanted to use the magical skill again as soon as she moved her hands, but was stopped by Nalan's blind eyes, and she was sulking alone on the side.
When Nalan Butong heard Mo Yi's words, he was not as angry as Nalan Yan. On the contrary, he was more hopeful. He was not dazzled by such a huge wealth and could ask for remuneration more confidently. I doubt it was true.
No matter how stupid you are, you know that if such huge resources are spent on Lingxiao Sect's territory, if it cannot be cured in the end, anything can happen.
Nalan Butong agreed without any hesitation. Although Jiuzhi Xiancao Pill was an extremely scarce resource even in the Lingxiao Sect, compared with his son's life, it was nothing.
Mo Yi was quite satisfied with Nalan Butong's cheerfulness and heroic spirit. These were the people who really did big things, and such people also valued their feelings, so they didn't have to worry about being plotted by Qiu Hou.
Mo Yi drove everyone out of the room on the grounds that the Mo family's unique secrets must not be leaked. In the end, only Mo Yi and two living dead were left in the room.
Putting aside all the cynicism, laughter and curses, Mo Yi's face was extremely calm. Although he seemed relaxed in front of Nalan and his grandson, only he knew that things were not that simple.
Mo Yi released his spiritual consciousness again and carefully submerged it into Nalan Yuntian's body. As expected, when his spiritual consciousness passed through his Dantian, a strong pulling force pulled it close and then crushed it.
Every ray of consciousness is separated by divine thoughts. Once it is minced, although it is not fatal, it is enough to cause brain pain. Mo Yi's face turned pale again, but he has experienced even more unimaginable pain. This is unbearable pain for ordinary people.
For him, it's not that scary.
After three consecutive tests, Mo Yi's eyes lit up, and he finally determined a very important thing.
What exists in Nalan Yuntian's body is a strange fruit from heaven and earth. This strange fruit contains powerful powers that are constantly transforming Nalan Yuntian's body.
However, this kind of transformation was beyond Nalan Yuntian's ability to bear, and it put a huge burden on his body. A large amount of his vitality was consumed, and his thoughts and ideas had to fall into a deep sleep.
As long as Nalan Yuntian can sustain this power until it is exhausted, he will receive a great blessing. Unfortunately, according to the current situation, it is impossible for him to persist until the end. If his power is not exhausted, his
Life is consumed first.
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