Xizhou, Emperor Xuanqing.

When Yan Er pushed the door and came in, his movements were very light, as if he was afraid of waking up the people in the room.

She tiptoed to the couch in the inner room, and there was a young man lying on it. Even though she had seen her many times, she couldn't help but freeze every time she saw her.

How can there be such a good-looking person in this world?

The black hair is scattered on the pillow, like a piece of fine silk, one cannot help but want to touch it with one's hand, and hold up a strand to play with in one's hand, it must be as cool as ice silksmooth.

Against the extremely black hair color, the complexion of the person on the couch became fairer, or "pale".

This complexion is not normal, anyone can tell at a glance that the young man is seriously injured.

Not only the complexion, but even the color of his lips is very light, and it takes a lot of care to distinguish the faint pink, as if this can prove that this person on the bed is not a dummy carved from jade.

However, these weaknesses did not hinder his appearance at all, and even added a bit of broken beauty to it.

Yan Er's dazed gaze followed the high bridge of the nose, and finally landed on the young man's eyes.

The long eyelashes hang down, casting a small shadow under the eyes.

Yan Er couldn't help thinking, what would he look like if he opened his eyes?

He is so good-looking, so Yan Er can't think of any eyes that can match such an appearance, but she believes for no reason that such a good-looking person must also have extremely beautiful eyes.God seems to have concentrated all the exquisite beauty in the world on this one person, so why would he be willing to add a failure to him?

But such a good-looking person cannot practice.

——He has no cultivation, just a mortal.

Yan Er couldn't think that such a beauty would be worn away by time and turn into a very old look.

This kind of thing, which is commonplace for mortals, is extraordinarily cruel when it happens to the young man on the couch, which makes Yan Er feel extremely uncomfortable just thinking about it.

Can't practice, is it because there is no spiritual root?

In Yaner's current cognition, there is only such a possibility.

But she also knows that there are indeed treasures in this world that can help people shape their spiritual roots.

As the leading sect in Xizhou, Xuanqing Sect has such a thing.

Yan'er's direct elder brother is the head disciple of Xuanqing Sect and the eldest brother of the sect, and the latter's contribution to the sect is enough to obtain that kind of spiritual material.

Yan Er wanted to ask her brother, but she was worried that her brother would not agree.

After all, it seems that my brother was not very willing to save people from the beginning.

Yan Er didn't understand, after all, her brother was not a person who would do anything to save him.

Moreover, the young man looks so good, how can the elder brother bear to watch him die?

Yan Er was thinking this, but heard a deliberate heavy footstep behind her.

She immediately realized who it was, and flinched subconsciously, but immediately turned around with a flattering face, and said "Brother."

The person who came was a young man with handsome features. His facial features were somewhat similar to those of Yan Er, which made it easy to see the blood relationship between them.But it is obvious that the young man's outline is more resolute, and it is obvious that the similar appearance can be seen, but there is a compelling pressure on him.

He was dressed in strong clothes, with a long knife on his back, and there was still a little sweat on his forehead. It seemed that he had just returned from practicing, and the aura that was exuding from his body had not had time to stop.

Yan Er only looked up at her brother's expression for a moment, then glanced to one side guiltily.

She stammered for a while before continuing, "Brother, you just came back from the martial arts arena, didn't you go to rest first?"

Yan Shuoyun raised his eyebrows to look at his guilty sister, and thought, why is he in such a hurry, doesn't this little girl know?

He let out a faint snort from his nasal cavity, and the expression on his face was not very severe, but Yaner couldn't help shrinking when he heard the movement, and hurriedly added, "I have finished my homework today! The "Medical Classic"'I have finished reading the chapter "Lingshu" and added "Golden Chamber Prescriptions", and I have not slackened in my practice."

Yan Er was still guilty at first, but she couldn't help but become more confident as she spoke. Yan Ben's shrinking shoulders gradually straightened up, but as soon as she looked up, she met the half-smile expression on her brother's face.She was dumb, and bowed her head for a long time before faltering, "I, I... just come and take a look."

Yan Shuoyun didn't comment on Yan Er's statement, but instead said, "I think you're quite free after finishing today's homework so early. I'll talk to Fairy Miaoling..."

"Brother!" Before Yan Shuoyun finished speaking, Yan Erba raised his voice and interrupted.

The little girl looked up at her brother in disbelief, with accusations of "How can you be so ruthless?!" on her face.

Yan Shuoyun raised his eyebrows, but the expression on his face was unmoved.

Yan Er knew that her brother could really do such a thing.

The little girl stared at her brother for a long time with an expression of "dare to be angry but dare not speak", and finally could only hold her breath and said, "I suddenly remembered that I haven't had time to read the "Lingshu Note" that Master said a few days ago,I'll... go back, go back."

"Go back" was extremely difficult for Yan Er to say, and after finishing speaking, he reluctantly glanced at the young man on the bed, until Yan Shuoyun coughed to remind him.

Yan Er!

Her brother is so bad!!Such a big beauty is here, she just came in, and she didn't arrive after a quarter of an hour!

Yan Er glared at her brother angrily, let out a heavy "hum", then turned her head and ran away.

Yan Shuoyun looked at the back of the little girl who was groaning, and felt that he was like the old-fashioned sect who beat mandarin ducks - this was also seen from the confiscated words in the little girl's hand.

As soon as Yan Shuoyun thought of this, he felt angry and funny, which was nothing, so he started to bend his elbows, what a heartless little girl!

He shook his head and laughed for a while, but when his eyes passed over the young man on the couch, he put away his smile little by little and frowned instead.

The person who was in a coma did not have any cultivation, but he was not like the ordinary person Yan Er thought of.

The cultivation base has been abolished, the spiritual roots have been taken, and the alche mansion and meridians are all in tatters... Torturing a practitioner to this point is worse than killing him, and don't know what kind of deep hatred it is.

——His sister is really a big trouble to get back.

Then there's that lunatic Xu who said that this person was once dug out of his bones.

... Daogu.

Favored by the heavens and rare in ten thousand years, it is a natural body of cultivation. It is said that people with this physique can embark on the road even without spiritual roots.

It's just such a thick blessing, I'm afraid ordinary people can't bear it.

After all, with a treasure but no one to protect it, it is like a child crossing the market with gold, so you don't have to think about what will happen.

This kind of thing is so common in the cultivation world, so common that Yan Shuoyun can give seven or eight examples in an instant.

He raised his hand and pressed the center of his eyebrows, heaved a long sigh and picked it up, he couldn't throw people out like this.

Leaving aside the Dao bones that had been dug up long ago, judging from the tattered meridians alone, before his cultivation base was abolished, he was also an amazingly talented person, but he had never heard of such a person.

Thinking about the place where Yaner picked up the person, Yan Shuoyun probably had a guess in his mind that it was probably from Dongzhou.

Since the great war ten thousand years ago, the entire comprehension world has been divided into two continents, the East and the West. There is a vast ocean between the two continents, and high-level monsters are rampant on the sea. If you want to cross the sea, you must either have a high level of cultivation or good luck.It's not always that easy.

Now that this person has arrived in Xizhou, the past grievances and hatreds will not be involved here.

That is to say, considering this point, Yan Shuoyun agreed to Yan Er's pleading so easily. Otherwise, Yan Er would not let his own sister get involved so easily if Yan Er really hugged him with snot and tearsIn this kind of grievance.

Thinking of this, Yan Shuoyun sighed again and only hoped that this person would know how to repay his kindness.

Good looks always have to take advantage.

Although Yan Shuoyun is not like a girl who can't walk away when she sees a beautiful woman, but a person with such a face, before he actually does something, people are always unwilling to think about it as a bad thing.

With these miscellaneous thoughts in mind, Yan Shuoyun still raised his hand to help the person on the couch up.

The young man's meridians in the Pill Mansion are all useless now, and he can't bear a little bit of extra spiritual power. Not to mention pills, even better quality spiritual grass can't be used, and he can only grow slowly like ordinary people.

For such a big Xuanqing sect, finding a mortal medicine is as difficult as finding a ten-thousand-year spirit grass, and the latter is even easier for Yan Shuoyun.Yan Shuoyun helped the person to get up and take the medicine, while sighing in his heart countless times that Yan Er really caused him a lot of trouble.

This young man is really weak, his body is so light, it seems that he has no weight at all.

Every time Yan Shuoyun helped someone up, he couldn't help but sigh with emotion, not to mention comparing it with his knife, even that little girl Yan Er was heavier than him when she was greedy and fattened.

Of course, Yan Er can't let Yan Er know about this idea, otherwise this girl will have trouble with him, and don't know where that little girl spends so much time thinking about it.

Yan Shuoyun was thinking about this, but noticed that the eyelashes of the person being lifted up trembled.

Like a butterfly's wings fluttering gently, or a young leaf bent by the morning dew, like all fragile and beautiful things.

Yan Shuoyun was still holding the medicine bowl, but subconsciously held his breath.

He just watched the young man open his eyes, the eyes were clean and bright, black and white, and because he just woke up soaked in a layer of mist, he seemed a little dazed.

When he closed his eyes, he looked like a dummy carved from jade, or a painting of beauties that the artist devoted his efforts to, but when he opened his eyes, the person in the painting came alive.The beauty really shines in the house, making even this simple house look extraordinary.

The dazed expression was only maintained on the young man's face for a moment, and the other party soon came to his senses, and his eyes naturally fell on the other person present.

The eyes of the two met, and it was Yan Shuoyun who took the first step to look away.

He lowered his eyes in a little embarrassment and let out a long breath, thinking that fortunately Yaner went out just now.

Otherwise, the color will make you dizzy, and God knows what his sister will force his brother to do.

After a while, couldn't help feeling that this person was so loved by heaven, so it was not just the bone that had been dissected by Zeng?

Yan Shuoyun put the bowl of black concoction aside, paused for a moment, then retracted the hand that supported the person's shoulder to avoid suspicion.It took a long time before he coughed, and said in a slightly cold tone, "Since you're awake, drink it yourself."

There was a low echo from the side, followed by the rustling of cloth, and the bowl placed on the low table beside was picked up.

Although Yan Shuoyun looked casual, but after all, she had a sister who was brought up by herself, and she had enough experience in taking care of others.After he regained consciousness a little bit, he realized the problem. After being unconscious for so long, does this person have the strength to carry the medicine bowl?

Thinking of this, Yan Shuoyun couldn't help but looked up.

He quickly got the answer with a bit of strength, but I'm afraid not enough.

Yan Shuoyun learned about the taste of ordinary medicine when he was helping others to boil medicine. A monk's five senses are sensitive, and it will be tormenting if it is on the tip of the tongue for a while.The reason why Yan Shuoyun put a spoon in it was because it was not easy for him to drink it directly when he was unconscious.

Although this person didn't seem to have any external injuries, his meridians were broken like a piece of cracked porcelain. Yan Shuoyun was afraid that if he hit his hand slightly, he would completely smash the already precarious porcelain bottle.Tian's movements are so careful that he couldn't be more careful-it's better to suffer a little more than to choke to death.

But at the moment when the person is awake and still sips like this, there might be something wrong.

Yan Shuoyun glanced at the medicine bowl on the young man's lap, then at the soup spoon that took a long time to bring to his mouth. This action was repeated only a few times, and the young man's right arm was already trembling slightly, and put it down again to slow down for a while before continuing to move.

Yan Shuoyun's eyelids twitched, and the root of his tongue felt bitter.

This way of drinking has to be drunk until the year of the monkey?

Just as Yan Shuoyun was about to say something, he first noticed that the other party was looking at the surrounding environment through the movement of drinking the medicine. This movement was somewhat hidden, and even with Yan Shuoyun's keenness, he didn't notice it until a while later.

Yan Shuoyun also immediately realized that the young man was abnormally calm after waking up just now, even a little too calm.

The meridians are all crippled, the cultivation level is completely gone, and when he opened his eyes, he was still facing a stranger in a strange environment... But he didn't ask who he was, nor where he was.

Thinking of what Madman Xu said earlier, a bad premonition welled up in his heart.

To be honest, Yan Shuoyun didn't want to confirm his guess that much, but in the end he still spoke, he was struggling, "Do you remember your name?"

Ren Yi "..."

Yan Shuoyun "..."

As the two sides looked at each other silently, Yan Shuoyun noticed with sharp eyes that the other party's hand holding the spoon stopped unnaturally, and the concoction rippled from the handle of the spoon.

Yan Shuoyun... Gan!