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Chapter 450 Senior Sister is Always the Most Reliable
Yangzhou, Huainan County, Hefei.

After the Battle of Lujiang, the city defense suffered devastating damage, and the frontline hub of the Great Zhou retreated to Hefei. Intending to rely on the wide water network of the Yangtze and Huaihe Rivers to fight against the foreign cavalry, only a small number of troops were stationed in Shouchun City, and the Huaihe River defense line was in a semi-abandoned state.

In the residence of the Chief Secretary of Hefei, Xie Lingwan stood with her hands hanging down, her green clothes flowing like water.

Xiao Jin lay quietly on the bed beside her, her eyes closed and her face pale.

"Master Zhang, how is it?" Xie Lingwan asked.

The old man with white hair and a youthful face opened his hands, and strands of milky white energy pulled the silver needle back and gathered into a ring in his hands, which was quite mysterious.

The last of the four white-robed Taoist doctors, Zhang Rucheng, is a mysterious and elusive doctor.

Xiao Jin suffered extremely serious internal injuries in the battle of Anfeng. In order to get treatment, Xie Lingwan brought back this old man who had traveled around the world overnight.

"Ugh."

Zhang Rucheng sighed, his face solemn, and bowed:

"Thank you, Prime Minister. The situation inside Lord Xiao's body is extremely special. I have been practicing medicine for fifty years and have never seen such a strange situation."

"What's her current situation?" Xie Lingwan asked.

"Master Xiao has both clear and turbid qi in his body, and the two are incompatible. If things go on like this, he will inevitably go astray. But Master Xiao seems to have practiced a rather mysterious technique that can transform and balance the power of the clear and turbid qi, creating a balance of one increasing while the other decreases."

"But the problem now is that the effects of the revival of destiny on the clear and turbid qi are not the same. As the destiny revives, the power of the turbid qi gradually becomes stronger than the clear qi. Her turbid qi cultivation has long reached the bottleneck of the sixth turn peak, but her heavenly power is still at the middle stage of the sixth turn."

"If it's as I expected, Lord Xiao should have suppressed his turbid qi cultivation to maintain the balance between clear and turbid qi."

Zhang Rucheng paused and smiled bitterly.

"But in the Anfeng battle, she was forced to give up this suppression and instead fully release the turbid qi cultivation. Now the turbid qi in her body is much stronger than the pure qi, and that kind of mysterious technique cannot handle the task of transforming such a huge gap."

Xie Lingwan remained silent.

"What are the consequences?" Xie Lingwan asked softly.

"I dare not say for sure, but..." Zhang Rucheng whispered, "Prime Minister Xie should have seen the appearance of the evil cultivators."

There was another moment of silence.

"Master Zhang, do you have any solution?"

"Thank you, Prime Minister. Guiding and clearing the clear and turbid energies requires at least the eighth level of Tiangong Shengfa realm. I'm sorry, I really can't do it." Zhang Rucheng bowed and sighed.

"I understand." Xie Lingwan said, "Thank you for the long journey, Master Zhang."

"It's not a problem. I should do my best for Prime Minister Xie and Lord Xiao."

Xie Lingwan sent Zhang Rucheng away and returned to the bed. She stared blankly at Xiao Jin's frowning face, her thoughts sinking like the setting sun into the valley.

The girl's slender white fingertips gently stroked her eyebrows, carefully, as if touching broken blue and white porcelain.

"I don't have many friends anymore." Xie Lingwan murmured softly, "You can't be in trouble."

She withdrew her hand, took out the reed wreath from her arms, and found the ball of light representing Wen Zhexue.

Xie Lingwan: "Sister Wen, the clear and turbid qi in Xiao Jin's body are out of balance and turbidity is raging. Zhang Rucheng said that she might be affected by the turbid qi. Do you have any way to solve this problem?"

Wen Zhexue seemed to be busy and did not reply that quickly.

The turbid air was raging, and Linyuan Pavilion was guarding the desolate area of ​​the Western Wilderness. The burden on Wen Zhexue was probably heavier than one could imagine, so it was reasonable that he could not recover for a while.

Xie Lingwan guarded the reed wreath, quietly waiting for any news that might come from Wen Zhexue.

"What did Zhang Rucheng say?" Xiao Jin asked.

The girl woke up without knowing when. Her sweet and lively face was filled with heavy fatigue, and her voice was hoarse, no longer as sweet and soft as before.

What is even more eye-catching is her pupils, which are not pitch black, but dark red like rubies.

"He said that you have foul air in your brain and he can't save you." Xie Lingwan said calmly.

She glanced into Xiao Jin's eyes and sneered, "You look very different now than you did in the past."

"You are no less capable than me, Your Excellency Prime Minister." Xiao Jin retorted.

She struggled to support herself and tried to lean on the head of the bed, but her shoulders and arms were sore. She had overestimated her strength.

Xie Lingwan reached out and helped her sit down, and said coldly: "How come there is no one around to take care of you? Where is the little girl who usually follows you?"

"You mean Xiao Zhu?" Xiao Jin coughed weakly a few times. "She has no cultivation, so it's too dangerous for her to run around with me. So I asked her to go to the Danyang tribe's residence."

"Help me up, look how wronged you are." Xiao Jin curled her lips, "But that's right, Miss Xie has probably never taken care of anyone before, right?"

"When you were sick, it was Brother Fang who took care of you. When he was sick, you brought a bunch of maids to visit him, under the pretext of visiting and caring for him - who knows whether you are lazy or just too embarrassed to do so."

Xie Lingwan rarely refuted, which made Xiao Jin a little strange.

"Don't talk back?" Xiao Jin tilted his head and asked in surprise, "Could it be that I was right?"

She moved closer to Xie Lingwan's face and looked around curiously like a hamster.

The corners of Xie Lingwan's mouth twitched slightly, and she could no longer bear it.

She put a finger against Xiao Jin's forehead and pushed her back to the head of the bed little by little.

"Do you know how serious your condition is now?" Xie Lingwan asked, with no expression on her beautiful face.

"Don't I know my own body?" Xiao Jin said with a smile, not caring at all. "With my powerful self-repair ability, losing limbs is a piece of cake. I won't die."

"What about the impact of turbid air on the spirit?" Xie Lingwan asked again.

"Just bear with it." Xiao Jin said indifferently.

"Hold it? If the effect of turbid air on the sea of ​​consciousness is really as minor as you said, then the Great Zhou wouldn't have to spend so much effort to ban turbid air!" Xie Lingwan sneered.

Xiao Jin stopped talking.

She lowered her head, her pale pink lips slightly opened and then closed, as if she wanted to say something but in the end she didn't say it.

"Don't tell Brother Fang about my affairs." Xiao Jin said softly.

"Of course I won't let my husband worry." Xie Lingwan looked straight at her with cold eyes, "But if things really happen to that day, I think my husband should have the right to know."

"That day will never come." Xiao Jin closed his eyes, his tone firm and resolute.

"You'd better." Xie Lingwan said.

For a moment, neither of them spoke. After a while, Xiao Jin suddenly said:
“I met the people of Qingming on the West City Levee.”

"Huo Guang?" Xie Lingwan asked.

Xiao Jin nodded slightly and said confidently: "The sword in his hand is very similar to Chi Xiao. It should be a broken sword that was reforged. I think he is a remnant of the previous dynasty."

The Great Zhou Dynasty has enjoyed peace for a thousand years. If Qingming Huo Guang is a remnant of the previous dynasty, now is the best time. He cannot sit idly by and watch the foreign race be defeated.

"In that case, it's not surprising that he tried to stop you." Xie Lingwan was such a smart person that she figured out the interests involved in an instant.

"Half of the Qingming have also become our enemies. In addition, there is also a monk from the Fansheng Temple."

"A monk from the Fansheng Temple?" Xie Lingwan frowned. "Buddhism and Wanling are two completely different paths. Why would a monk join the Fansheng Temple?"

"God knows what's going on with him. It's possible that he is using the art of transformation to disguise himself." Xiao Jin shook his head.

"Xie Lingwan, I can tell you seriously that in terms of top combat power, our strength is far weaker than that of the alien races." Xiao Jin warned, "The number of Shangyuan Wang's worshippers is already large, and the alien warriors are also extremely difficult to deal with. Now with the addition of Qingming and Fansheng Temple, the number of our sixth and seventh turn monks is far behind them."

"If you can't get more foreign players, this will become very difficult."

Xiao Jin changed the subject and asked:

"I heard that you met with people from Xiaoyao Sect a few days ago. What did they say?"

"Like Linyuan Pavilion, Xiaoyao Sect is busy dealing with the riot of Guixu Sea Clan. It is difficult for them to protect themselves and they have no time to look west."

Xie Lingwan said.

"The Destiny has been revived, and the sixth turn is not the end. Seventh turn and even eighth turn cultivators will appear soon." Xiao Jin said, "According to your sources, who are the seventh turn cultivators on both sides now?"

"Northern Desert Chanyu Tuoba Liang and Royal Court High Priest Tuoba Lu, these two people are very likely to have broken through to the seventh level." Xie Lingwan paused, "And there is also Murong Wei from the Murong family."

"Murong Wei?" Xiao Jin asked in confusion, "Didn't he die together with Fang Zun?"

"He is most likely not dead. Someone saw him in Dongping, Yuzhou. He must have some kind of protective magic weapon."

"That's great. There's no one on our side except me. It's one against three. Who has the advantage?" Xiao Jin clapped his hands and laughed.

"There are no seventh-turn masters, but there are many at the peak of the sixth turn, like your father and second uncle. They may break through at any time. As long as we survive this month, the advantage of the alien race in high-end combat power will no longer exist." Xie Lingwan corrected, "And it's not one against three. You forgot Fang Tang."

"Yes, and that so-called empress..." Xiao Jin sneered, not hiding her distrust of Fang Tang. Xie Lingwan didn't say anything, but it was obvious that she had the same idea as her.

She took out the Mingyue Reed Flower and took a look, and found that there was still no reply from Wen Zhexue.

"Thank you, Prime Minister!"

The maid hurried over and whispered something in her ear.

"What did she say?" Xiao Jin asked.

"There's a monk outside who wants to see you." Xie Lingwan glanced at her. "He's seven feet three inches tall, with a dark complexion, his cassock is tattered, and there's a cut on his eyebrow."

"It's him." Xiao Jin confirmed, "Will you meet him or not?"

"Why not?"

Xie Lingwan curled her lips into a cold smile and stood up suddenly.

"He wants to learn from Pei Gong, so I will play the role of King Xiang."

……

In front of the Changshi Mansion, the old monk closed his eyes and bowed his head, with his palms clasped together and chanted the Buddha's name.

"Master, thank you for your invitation." The maid said respectfully.

"Please lead the way, benefactor." said the old monk with a kind look.

"Master, please come this way."

As the maid walked along, armored soldiers stood beside the path with bows and crossbows strung. The Northern Palace Army and the Xuanzhong Guards maintained the security of the entire mansion at the highest level.

The old monk turned a blind eye, remained calm, and followed the maid step by step as she passed by.

The door to the main hall was open, and a pair of worn monk's shoes stepped over the threshold.

The old monk stood still in the shadows, looked at Xie Lingwan who was sitting in the main seat, and chanted a Buddhist name:

"Amitabha. Everyone says that the Great Zhou's Blue-robed Prime Minister acts cautiously. I see now that it is true." He said gently.

Xiao Fuwei and Xiao Yangwang stood on his left and right, almost completely blocking his retreat.

"Eight rank six monks, just to deal with me, this humble monk, I am really flattered."

Xie Lingwan put down the teacup and smiled, "Master, don't worry about it. These are just some small preparations to be prepared for any eventuality."

"The kitchen has prepared vegetarian food. If the master can reach a consensus with us, eight sixth-rank masters are just eight friends."

"Hahaha, Prime Minister Xie has a long-term vision, so I will speak frankly." The old monk said, "I have a way to solve Lord Xiao's current problem."

When these words were spoken, everyone's reactions varied, especially Xiao Fuwei and Xiao Yangwang.

"What method?" Xie Lingwan asked calmly.

"Amitabha."

The old monk closed his eyes and said nothing.

Xie Lingwan understood: "The gold and stone are in front of us, Master, please feel free to speak."

"Master Xiao's physique is related to our Fansheng Temple, but it has not yet awakened." The old monk said, "I can summon the guardians in the temple and carve out the awakening ceremony."

"If her physical condition awakens, can it solve the current problem?" Xiao Yangwang asked in a deep voice.

The commander of the Sili Commandery has not had a good night's sleep since he learned what happened to his daughter.

"Of course. I am willing to guarantee it with my heart of Buddha and swear an oath for all living beings."

Xie Lingwan narrowed her eyes and said after a moment:
"I do not believe you."

"But Mr. Xie has no other choice," said the old monk.

"I can assert that only the Fansheng Temple can solve Lord Xiao's current problem. If Prime Minister Xie does not believe it, then no one will be able to cure Lord Xiao's illness."

Xie Lingwan had no choice but to remain silent, for she knew the monk was right.

"Why are you helping me?"

Xiao Jin's voice came from behind the screen. She walked closer with her sword in hand and looked directly at the old monk.

"Amitabha."

The old monk chanted the Buddha's name.

"Doing good and accumulating virtue is the essence of Buddhahood."

Since the Great Zhou Dynasty had not seen a true Buddhist sect for a thousand years, people did not know the truth of his words. Therefore, although what he said was a bit absurd, no one questioned it for a while.

The old monk smiled with a kind face, like the real Maitreya Buddha, and people did not feel the slightest bit of disgust.

"How do I know if you have other intentions?" Xiao Jin asked coldly.

"I have no other intentions."

The old monk clasped his hands together and said with faith.

He closed his eyes and lowered his head, as if he had already made up his mind that the Great Zhou would accept his conditions.

"you are lying."

A clear and ethereal voice was heard.

Everyone's expression changed slightly, and they suddenly raised their heads. They saw the love knot on the corner of Xie Lingwan's clothes flickering slightly, the moonlight shining, and the girl in white clothes as white as snow took a step forward, her Taoist robe embroidered with stars fluttering in the wind.

"Sister Wen?" Xiao Jin asked in surprise.

Wen Zhexue stretched out his hand, his starry eyes were indifferent, Mingxiao condensed into shape, murderous intent was revealed, and the tip of the sword was pointed at the old monk.

"Linyuan Yuchen?!"

The old monk's face changed drastically, he let out a sharp scream, and his body turned into a few wisps of green smoke and quickly dissipated.

"Stop him!"

The two members of the Xiao family, who had been prepared for a long time, drew their swords almost at the same time, but the bloody blade light passed through the smoke and had almost no effect on him.

Xie Lingwan raised her hand, and a vast amount of water vapor rose up from the city cage, covering the green smoke tightly.

The smoke seeped out of the water, unaffected.

"What is this green smoke?!" everyone was shocked.

It was only a stone's throw away from the main gate, and the wisps of green smoke were floating faster and faster in a panic.

"Qiang!"

The magnificent and brilliant Joaquin Sword descended from the sky, and the moon-white stars followed it like a shadow. The starlight shone, the space folded, and Wen Zhexue's figure flashed to the side of Qingyan. Mingxiao slashed with his sword, and the old monk rolled to the ground in embarrassment.

The tip of the sword was placed on his neck, shining coldly. The peak of the Seventh Revolution made everyone present breathless, and the sun and the moon shone in the sky behind her.

The atmosphere in the hall relaxed.

"Sister Wen, you're so awesome!" Xiao Jin said with a happy smile.

"Linyuan Yuchen, you should be in the Western Wasteland exterminating demons, why are you here?!" the old monk said angrily.

Wen Zhexue thought about it, and seeing that he was asking so angrily, she felt that it would be bad if she didn't answer.

So she answered seriously:
"Because you want to deceive people."

"There are so many liars in this world, why are you targeting me?!"

"Because you want to deceive them. They are different from others."

"What's the difference?" the old monk asked again.

"They are my best friends." Wen Zhexue answered seriously again.

"Best friend? What is a best friend..."

"Oh!"

Xiao Jin walked forward, knocked him unconscious with a sword, and whispered:

"So much nonsense."

(End of this chapter)