The gorgeous small flying boat slowly landed in front of the mountain gate of Suyi Pavilion, and the woman with a gauze face walked down with lotus steps.

She looked over the town and frowned, a trace of disgust flashing in her eyes.

However, she still waved and ordered the other two people on the flying boat to lift a semi-conscious man wearing a mask down.

The man's face was covered tightly by the iron mask, and only his exposed hands could be seen. Those hands were covered with thin calluses and were a pair of sword-wielding hands.

The four of them did not dare to delay and hurriedly walked into the Suyi Pavilion.

The leading woman opened her mouth to see Master Meng, and generously threw out a bag of top-quality spiritual stones.

Although Nan Gurong looked down on her arrogant attitude, she still brought these four people to her master based on the principle of benevolence as a doctor.

Because of that elixir inheritance, today's Suyi Pavilion has long been different from what it used to be.

Pills with better effects and more categories are constantly being produced, and the reputation of Suyi Pavilion has also grown to a higher level.

But even so, Head Meng doesn't feel happy at all now because she has already received the news that Sang Ying rebelled against the sect and was destroyed by the Golden Pill.

It was rumored by the outside world that after she lost her golden elixir, she left the Liuguang Sword Sect and disappeared without a trace. After hearing this, Master Meng even tried to search everywhere.

Unfortunately, nothing was found.

The daughter of a good friend committed a serious crime for no reason and her whereabouts are still unknown. Naturally, Master Meng will not be in a good mood.

It was also at this time that Nan Gurong came to the door with someone.

"Master, these people are here to seek medical treatment." Nan Gurong made some gestures with his eyes, and Master Meng knew that this group of people might not be easily dismissed.

She had no choice but to calm down and continue to perform her medical duties.

"May I ask how this fellow Taoist was injured?" Head Meng saw the man lying on the wicker chair at a glance. She couldn't see the man's face clearly, but she could tell just from the man's weak breathing.

He was definitely seriously injured.

The veiled girl quickly came to the side of Master Meng and said softly: "It is unfortunate for our master. My master was hurt by my naughty junior sister. My junior sister went astray, and my master wanted to persuade her, but she wouldn't stop.

The guard also stabbed my master in the Dantian..."

The veiled girl's eyes showed sadness: "It has been more than ten days since my master was injured, but the wound has not healed. We know that Master Meng has great medical skills and will definitely be able to save my master's life."

Head Meng waved his hand and rejected the high hat: "Girl, you are serious, I am just an ordinary medical practitioner. If the injury is within my power, I will definitely cure your master."

The veiled girl almost cried with excitement when she heard this.

Head Meng steeled herself and stretched out her hand to feel for her pulse, but the pulse made her frown.

This man seemed to have a high level of cultivation, but he had very little spiritual energy in his body, and there was a strange spiritual power running around in his body. It was this spiritual power that made it impossible for this man's injuries to heal.

After exhaling, Master Meng thought that treating the disease still requires seeing, smelling and asking. If he didn't look at the other person's face, it would be difficult to prescribe the right medicine, so he asked: "I wonder if I can ask the girl's master to take off the mask. I need to see his face."

complexion."

The veiled girl struggled for a while and finally agreed, but before she unveiled her master's mask, she first whispered something into Master Meng's ear: "To be honest with you, Master, my master's identity is somewhat special.

I hope that except you and your apprentice, no one else in Suyi Pavilion will know about this matter."

Leader Meng had encountered this kind of thing before, so he realized it was nothing unusual, so he immediately agreed.

After receiving Master Meng's promise, the veiled girl raised her hand and unveiled the man's black iron mask.

The mask was lifted bit by bit, revealing the man's handsome and extraordinary appearance.

Not to mention Head Meng, even Nan Gurong is very familiar with that face.

"Master, please look quickly. My master has taken a big risk by coming here. If master can cure my master's injury, our sect will definitely thank you deeply!" The veiled girl did not see Master Meng and his disciples.

Their expressions suddenly changed.

But even if she didn't see it, she could still imagine the other person's surprise. After all, the person in front of them was the Immortal Yanchen who was famous in the world of cultivation!

"It turns out that your master, girl, is Gu Huaiwei of the Liuguang Sword Sect!" Head Meng's face darkened.

The veiled girl, Su Fuyun, only thought that she was also a admirer of Gu Huaiwei. Instead of denying it, she openly admitted: "Master Meng has a good eye!"

"Then you are Su Fuyun?" Head Meng continued to ask.

Su Fuyun nodded, still wondering in his heart, when did his reputation spread here?

As a result, the next second, I heard a quick and cold voice from the other party: "Gu Rong, drive them out!"

"Yes, Master!" Nan Gu Rong, who was behind him, immediately stood up and pushed the person out after receiving the order.

Their rude behavior certainly angered Su Fuyun: "What do you mean, Master Meng? We come here sincerely to seek medical treatment. Is this how your Suyi Pavilion medical practitioners treat patients?!"

The two men who were guarding Gu Huaiwei heard this and immediately took up their positions. It seemed that as long as Nan Gu Rong dared to make a move, they would immediately fight back.

Sect Leader Meng almost laughed: "How our Suyi Pavilion treats patients, it's not your turn to teach me how to treat patients in the foundation building period! I just leave my words here, but any medical cultivator who goes out to my Suyi Pavilion will

He Danxiu will never save this person named Gu!"

"And it's not just him. In the future, if you people from the Liuguang Sword Sect come to your door to seek medical treatment or buy medicine, I, Suyi Pavilion, will not do your business!"

"Come here!" Head Meng shouted loudly, and there was a response from outside the door soon, "Kick them out!"

"You!" Su Fuyun only had time to utter this word before Nan Gurong led a group of junior brothers and sisters to scold and beat him, and kicked him out of the Suyi Pavilion.

The two people who were protecting Gu Huaiwei saw that the other party did not attack harshly, so naturally they did not want to conflict with these medical practitioners.

Su Fuyun was even more difficult to fight with his two fists and had no power to parry.

After the four people were driven out, Nan Gurong still felt that it was not enough. He stood in front of the mountain gate and repeated his master's instructions in front of everyone.

Finally, I did not forget to add a few words: "I advise you not to bother, Gu Huaiwei's injury cannot be cured at all! His path of cultivation has come to an end here!"

After revealing the other party's identity, Nan Gurong slammed the door and ignored Su Fuyun's scolding.

Her move was really ruthless. Within half a day, the news that Yanchen Immortal Gu Huaiwei was seriously injured and unconscious spread quickly throughout the entire cultivation world, as if he had grown wings.

By the time Su Fuyun reacted and wanted to hide Gu Huaiwei again, it was already too late.

His arrogant temperament once offended many people, but because he was the sword master of the Flowing Light Sword Sect, everyone could only endure it. But now that he was injured and no longer had the prestige of the past, he was naturally pushed down by everyone.

So, on the way Su Fuyun took her master to seek medical treatment, she encountered many people who intercepted and killed her. Fortunately, the two bodyguards assigned to her by the sect leader were extremely powerful, and she received a lot of good advice from Fan Nanjun.

The thing barely survived.

But as Nan Gurong said, Gu Huaiwei's injuries were so severe that the medical practitioners had no choice but to treat him.

The road to seeking medical treatment was so difficult that no matter how much Su Fuyun cared about his master, he couldn't help but want to give up.

But just when she was about to return to the Liuguang Sword Sect, news came out that Sang Zheng and his wife returned to the sect and injured the sect leader.

Su Fuyun was so frightened that he hurriedly took Gu Huaiwei to Fan Nanjun's demon world!

Sang Zheng, who learned about this, sneered: "She knows how to hide, but she doesn't care whether Fan Nanjun alone can protect them!"

Sang Zheng and his wife are also people with extraordinary luck. In order to save people, they fell into the gap between the two worlds. However, in the fairy world with more spiritual energy, they worshiped the most powerful sect there, and thus practiced cultivation.

For a big rise.

He no longer looked down upon a small demon lord.

It's a pity that Sang Zheng is busy looking for his daughter now, otherwise he would definitely break into the demon world on the spot, capture Gu Huaiwei and his disciples, and throw them into the cracks in the back mountain!

"The top priority is to find my daughter. I know you are angry. When your daughter comes back, will the Liuguang Sword Sect be left to your mercy?" Wen Miaoshu was no less angry than Sang Zheng, but she cared more about her daughter.

In the past few days, under Sang Zheng's repeated questioning, the sect master finally revealed Sang Ying's whereabouts.

After the couple heard about it, they jumped several cracks to look for people, but each time they were stopped halfway by the miasma and could not reach the bottom at all.

While the two were anxious, news came that Su Fuyun had taken his master to the demon clan.

What else is unclear to the couple? Their daughter was clearly framed by Su Fuyun!

"I have said that Su Fuyun is not a kind person, but those people did not take my words seriously as if they had lost their minds. You also said that I was tormenting the Liuguang Sword Sect. I am afraid that before I took action, these people would

I can't defeat the Liuguang Sword Sect by myself!" Sang Zheng was furious.

Wen Miaoshu was afraid that the Taoist couple would be upset because of his anger, so he handed over a cup of hot tea: "It will be better if we are defeated. Then we will take our daughter to the fairy world. Her master has always liked female dolls, but in the sect,

There are not many female cultivators. When our daughter goes there, she will definitely have a much better life than in this Flowing Light Sword Sect!"

Sang Zheng was convinced.

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"Hiss... little monk, you are so desperate when practicing swordsmanship?" Even though he couldn't see Sang Ying's movements, Jiang Zhuoxue knew just from the soreness in his body that this man was committing suicide again just now.

I'm practicing my sword.

The other party did not speak, and the only response he received was the whistling sword wind.

Jiang Zhuoxue sighed helplessly, not sure if it was for Sang Ying or for herself.

Fortunately, Sang Ying sheathed her sword soon, and Jiang Zhuoxue no longer felt any pain.

Sang Ying exhaled a breath of turbid air and felt the spiritual power constantly flowing in her body. Now, she had to admit that Jiang Zhuoxue was indeed a genius.

Although formal treatment has not yet begun, under his guidance, Sang Ying's swordsmanship has been completely transformed.

Jiang Zhuoxue, who was slightly grateful to Sang Ying, didn't know what the other party was thinking. He just shook the chain and tried to attract the other party's attention: "I said, when are you going to help me cut off the chain?"

He obviously promised to let him go free, but in the end, this man only focused on practicing his sword all day long, and was not even willing to say unnecessary words to him.
To be continued...