Just when Lan Yu was about to take action, she suddenly paused and looked in the direction of the door.
Anyone?
"Master, have you made an appointment?" Lan Yu asked.
Heng Yan shook his head and said, "You are the one arranging everything here, and I have never interfered."
Hearing what Heng Yan said, Lan Yu immediately turned cold.
"Go over and have a look."
"OK."
Just after the two conversations, a figure appeared at the door ahead.
Song Ling leaned against the door openly, smiled, and said, "I suddenly remembered something. Are you two free to help me clarify my doubts?"
Heng Yan stared at Song Ling with cold eyes.
Lan Yu, on the other hand, moved the sapphire on the ground to the side of the screen the moment Song Ling came in, then raised his hand to cover his lips and laughed, replying: "Fellow Taoist Song, just ask whatever you want, Master and I have always been friendly towards you.
There is no reservation.”
"Really?" Song Ling blinked and said, "I want to know what you are going to do with Jiang Yun. If I say that I want to take away a living Jiang Yun, how will you two react?"
Visibly to the naked eye, Heng Yan and Lan Yu's faces turned ugly.
After a while, Lan Yu cleared his throat and replied: "Jiang Yun actually gave birth to a child back then, but it was a pity that the child had a congenital defect, so he was born with three deficiencies, resulting in stupidity and incompleteness, and it was difficult to grow up.
"
In Lan Yu's mouth, Jiang Yun became particularly crazy.
Because he suspected that Heng Yan was in love with someone else, Jiang Yun began to harm himself, rejected his unborn child, and even abused Heng Yan.
With that said, Lan Yu reached out and opened Heng Yan's collar.
The unhealthy fair skin is covered with overlapping scars, which look like old injuries, and they are all extremely serious.
"In love, can you really tell the difference between right and wrong?" Lan Yu's eyes turned slightly red, and he said sincerely: "My master has been extremely kind to Jiang Yun, even sacrificing one of his own legs, just to let her
Peace of mind, let her stop making unwarranted suspicions."
Heng Yan put his hand on Lan Yu's shoulder, patted it, then looked at Song Ling and said: "It's normal for you to doubt what we are going to do to Jiang Yun. I think... no matter how we explain it, you will probably
They won’t believe us, so..."
He paused.
There was actually no unnecessary expression on Song Ling's face.
If she hadn't attached a ray of spiritual power to Qing Yu's shoulders in advance and followed her to witness the shamelessness of Heng Yan and Lan Yu, Song Ling would have believed in them at this moment.
So sincere, so candid.
"I will give you the prepared medicine later. As for Jiang Yun, maybe because I want to save my daughter... I need her to stay in Qiuge for a few days. If you are worried, you can stay here with her." Heng Yan said.
Very calm.
Whether it's Heng Yan or Lan Yu.
From their eyes, there was no trace of haze, and it seemed like the scenery was just like the bright moon.
"Okay, then I will accompany her to stay for a few days." After Song Ling finished speaking, she turned her eyes and glanced at the screen in the corner.
The silk screen blocked the sapphire tightly.
"Is there water to drink?" Song Ling sat at the wooden table in the room with her hands folded, looked around a few times, and asked.
Lan Yu came over nervously to block Song Ling's sight. He held a pot in his hand and poured a cup of herbal tea for Song Ling. He said, "Of course there is water. Do you have anything else to do, Fellow Taoist Song? If not, I will take you out."
How about it? My master is not in good spirits and it’s time to take a rest.”
"Aren't you going to make medicine?" Song Ling took the tea and took a sip and asked very matter-of-factly.
Heng Yan held on to the pillar in the house with one hand, frowned slightly, and replied: "It's getting late. I'm making the medicine now. By the time the medicine comes out, it's already dawn. Don't I have to rest all night? I won't be able to make the medicine again tomorrow.
Not too late."
Song Ling snorted, stood up with an empty tea cup, and turned in the direction of the screen.
"Fellow Daoist Song——" Lan Yu quickly stood in front of Song Ling and said with a smile: "You heard it too, it's getting late, I'll take you back."
Although Lan Yu knew that her expression was particularly suspicious, she couldn't care less.
After all, she didn't know how capable Song Ling was now. This was the Qiu Pavilion. Song Ling came in without anyone noticing. At least he was at the Nascent Soul stage.
It doesn't matter if Lan Yu gets a little injured himself, but he can't let anything happen to Yuan'er.
However, Lan Yu saw off the guests like this, and Song Ling seemed not to understand. She leaned on the wooden table and looked at the teacup with her eyes narrowed, saying: "I think you also know that the condition of my injury is not the same."
It’s not easy, so I’m a little impatient. Is that normal? Eh? Why did I smell a little fragrance?”
After saying that, Song Ling sniffed and faced the screen again.
"Qiuge has been refining medicine all year round, and there are antidotes, poisons, and tonics, so the fragrance and smell are mixed. This is normal." Lan Yu said.
"Really?" Song Ling raised her eyebrows and said, "Why do I feel like there's someone lying there? Oh my god, you guys didn't kill someone, did you? You hid it from me? Are you afraid that I will question you?
Medical skills?”
In a few words, Song Ling turned the conflict to medical skills.
As she spoke, she walked towards the screen.
Lan Yu, who was behind him, glanced back at Heng Yan. Seeing his master nodding and waving, he quickly walked to Song Ling's side, holding the hem of his sleeves.
"I didn't want you, fellow Taoist Song, to know about this, but you came at the right time." Lan Yu pushed open the screen, exposed the sapphire at the back, and continued: "This is a casual cultivator of Fengyang Tao.
I suffered a sting from the Devil's Heart Snake on the front line, and the wound was on my left arm, which is not very easy to treat."
"Ah? A monk on the front line?" Song Ling pretended to be surprised, covered her mouth and said, "That's really respectable, but why didn't you treat her and instead let her lie here? Isn't it true that real doctors are bad?"
"It's not that the treatment is not good." Heng Yan said from behind: "It's just that I have just recovered and don't have enough energy. Just processing your prescription is enough to delay for ten days. She is injured like this, I can't do it
Please go out and leave her here so that the medicinal energy in Qiu Pavilion can nourish her."
The lies that were spun out actually sounded somewhat reasonable.
Song Ling burst out laughing, looked at Heng Yan with some resentment, and said, "Are you blaming me for delaying her treatment? If I didn't let go, it would be my fault."
"That's all." Under the gazes of Heng Yan and Lan Yu, Song Ling's eyes flashed with some compromise, and he added: "I happen to have the medicine to treat the Demonic Heart Snake. How about this Taoist friend let me take it back for treatment.
You also happened to be wholeheartedly refining the medicine for me."
The moral pressure suddenly returned to Heng Yan.
Although he has no morals, he still has to do a good job on the surface.
After a short silence, Heng Yan frowned and said: "Since you have the antidote, Fellow Daoist Song, then you can take this person back. If you need anything, please tell us in time. Our Medical Training Hall can help you and we will never be perfunctory."
.”
"Master!" Lan Yu turned around and shouted subconsciously.