My filial piety has deteriorated, so I have no choice but to be a rebellious disciple

Yue Yingying mixed realgar, cinnabar and the blood from the crowns of ten cockroaches, and quickly drew seven spells.

Then paste them on Xiaoyan's Baihui, Zhongfu, Shenmen, Zhongwan, Zhiyang, Yongquan, Zusanli and Qidabuyang points respectively.

He made a formula in his hand and said in his mouth:

"Sun star handsome, Megatron Fusang. According to the decree of Hongtian, use the thunder. Take the flying talisman and execute it quickly."

The seven yellow talismans radiated golden light, emitting a warm light like the sun, overshadowing the candlelight in the room, illuminating everyone in the room.

This is the extremely high-level sun talisman and the matching sun mantra in "Nine Mysteries of the Taiqing".

Mi Xiaoyan's pale face regained some color, and his hands and feet also recovered a little warmth.

But it's not over.

Yue Yingying poured another bottle of morning dew into the bowl, held the talisman in one hand, and read:

"The five thunder masters of the Big Dipper, the drums of the sky in the dark. The wind sweeps away the plague and the yellow, and the electric mother eliminates the sickness and suffering. The thunderbolt cuts down the goblins, and the rain master makes rain. Irrigates into the triple burner, cools and clears the viscera. The serious part is lightened immediately, and the damaged part is repaired immediately. Instantly cool the hot place, immediately go to the accumulated place. Immediately calm the dangerous place, and immediately stay in the painful place. Urgency is like a law."

The talisman paper in her hand ignited without fire, and immediately threw the talisman paper into the morning dew.

The flaming talisman paper unexpectedly melted into water, turning into a bowl of pale yellow talisman water.

Yue Yingying lightly lifted Mi Xiaoyan's head and slowly fed the bowl of talisman water. Xiaoyan's frown, which was frowned because of the cold pain, slowly loosened, and her face was calm, as if she was just asleep.

Yue Yingying let out a long breath, and raised her hand to wipe off the thin sweat on her forehead.

Ling Xiaodong couldn't bear his temper and asked first:

"How about it, master? Is it cured?"

Yue Yingying shook her head slightly.

"No, I'm just hanging on my life. Xiaoyan can persist for another ten days. If the problem cannot be solved within ten days, everything will be over."

"Then is there any way to cure the body of Xuanyin?"

Yue Yingying nodded and said: "Yes! Daddy once told me that if you want to completely cure the Xuanyin body, only the Xuanyang Scarlet Fire Pill refined with Xuanyang Grass will be useful!"

Ye Yiyun, who was originally hopeful at the side, became pale again when he heard the word Xuanyangcao.

When Ling Xiaodong heard that there was a solution, he excitedly said:

"Where is the Xuanyang grass? I'll pick it right away!"

Yue Yingying sighed deeply and said:

"If Xuanyang Grass was so good, Dad would have found it long ago, why wait until now? Xuanyang Grass has long been extinct in the world, and no one has seen it for decades."

Ling Xiaodong said in despair: "This...how could it be like this! Doesn't that mean that Xiaoyan will definitely die after ten days!"

"maybe!"

Yue Yingying once again gave them hope.

"If there is still a place in the world where Xuanyang grass may exist."

Yue Yingying stretched out her finger to the west of Mao'er Mountain, where there are endless mountains.

"It's inside the Hundred Thousand Mountains!"

Fanwai a childhood sweetheart

The encounter between Ling Xiaodong and Mi Xiaoyan started four years ago.

I remember that it seemed to be summer at that time, the sun was shining brightly, and the breeze was slightly blowing.

There are many woods on Mao'er Mountain, and the branches of the trees stretch high towards the sky. Walking under the shadow of the dark green leaves, you don't feel hot at all.

The sound of cicadas in the forest is accompanied by the rustling leaves, interweaving into a unique summer movement.

The twelve-year-old Mi Xiaoyan was bouncing around in the forest on Mao'er Mountain with a basket in his hand, and the two braids on the back of his head were also bouncing up and down, jumping happily like a deer.

The little girl was wearing an emerald green thin shirt, her hair was combed into two lovely long braids by Ye Yiyun, her pink and jade-carved face was dotted with a pair of big watery eyes.

Although she is still young, she can already see that she is a beauty.

Tomorrow is the master's birthday, and Mi Xiaoyan sneaked out of Qingfeng Temple just to gather flowers in the mountains and make a wreath as a gift to the master on the day of the master's birthday.

The girl raised her head and looked at the blue sky through the layers of leaves. She was excited by the thrill of sneaking out, as free as a bird flying out of a cage.

The master must be very happy to see the garland she made by herself, and she will surely stroke her head and praise her for being sensible.

Mi Xiaoyan couldn't help but smile when she thought of being praised by her master.

Two shallow pear dimples appeared on her delicate face, and her steps became brisk.

One flower, two flowers, what color does the master like?

Forget it, pick some of them all, the colorful ones will definitely look better!

The girl lowered her head and carefully selected the flowers she thought were beautiful in the forest to serve as the material for the wreath.

The sky gradually dimmed, and she walked deeper and deeper in the forest.

"Okay! That's almost enough!"

Mi Xiaoyan looked at the basket full of flowers with satisfaction.

He looked back, but his eyes were confused.

Where is this place?

As the sun went down, it became darker in the forest.

Mi Xiaoyan clutched the basket nervously, looking for the way home in the jungle.

The two juicy eyes were already filled with mist, and the teardrops were rolling in the eye sockets, the small Qiong nose was slightly wrinkled, and the delicate lips had long been puckered.

But she didn't cry, because the master said that the more dangerous the time, the more calm you should be.

Xiaoyan is an obedient child, but also a brave child.

She told herself so repeatedly in her heart to enhance her courage.

Suddenly something flashed past from the dark forest behind him, causing the branches to tremble.

"ah!"

Xiao Yan was startled, her legs went limp, and she sat down on the ground.

The dark jungle is even more eerie, and the stories about ogres that the senior sisters told me in the past kept reappearing in my mind.

No matter what, Xiao Yan is just a 12-year-old girl after all.

She could no longer hide the fear in her heart, tears rolled down her smooth little face like broken pearls, and she burst into tears in a childish voice.

"Master, where are you! Woohoo, Xiaoyan is so scared, Xiaoyan doesn't run around anymore, where are you, master? Woooooo..."

The cries woke up the ferocious beast in the forest, and it walked slowly towards the sound that made it irritated with heavy steps.

It seemed that God couldn't bear to see the little girl's miserable future, so she shed tears of pity.

The summer rain came so fast and so fiercely, crackling on the leaves that even the sound of cicadas was covered up.

Ling Xiaodong walked on the muddy mountain road with a huge bamboo basket that did not match his body shape.

"I'm going back and it's raining, why are you so unlucky!"

Of course, Ling Xiaodong couldn't have gone into the mountains to pick some flowers. He was called by his master to go to the mountains to collect herbs and sell them for money.

The euphemistic name is: exercise.

Just as he was walking all the way to Qingfengguan, the girl's panic screamed from the complicated rain.

Ling Xiaodong frowned and looked in the direction of the voice.

The giant bear behind him was constantly chasing after him. Fortunately, Mi Xiaoyan was petite and could move through the dense jungle flexibly.

But even if there are layers of jungle obstacles, how can the short legs of a 12-year-old girl compare to the speed of a black bear.

Seeing the giant bear behind her getting closer and closer to herself, Mi Xiaoyan accidentally tripped over the vines on the ground.

The flower basket in his hand flew out, and the flowers scattered on the muddy ground, stained by the mud on the ground.

Mi Xiaoyan watched in despair as the giant bear behind her rushed toward her, and she closed her eyes tightly.

I'm sorry master, Xiaoyan can't see you again.

The expected pain did not strike.

Mi Xiaoyan slightly opened one eye, and found that someone was standing in front of him.

The boy's slender back was too small compared to the black bear, but he resisted the huge beast with such a small body.

Xiao Yan covered her mouth with both hands, her almond eyes widened.

This scene is etched in her memory forever.

In her eyes, the boy's figure is so majestic, and sitting behind him is such a peace of mind.

Ling Xiaodong slowly pulled out the arm that was inserted straight into the black bear's heart, and looked at his fist with some surprise.

He turned his head to look at the girl behind him, and asked:

"Are you OK?"

The boy's facial features are all exquisite, but when squeezed on the face, he feels weird, not good-looking, and even a little ugly.

But Mi Xiaoyan doesn't dislike his appearance.

The girl's heart was pounding, and she didn't know what love was at that time.

All she knew was that her cheeks were flushed, and she was too shy to look at the boy.

"Hey! Are you okay? Are you hurt?"

Ling Xiaodong squatted down and observed the little girl closely.

"Where is your home? I'll take you back."

Mi Xiaoyan said timidly in a low voice:

"My home is in Qingfengguan."

"Clean Wind View?"

Ling Xiaodong knew this name. The master told him that there is also a Taoist temple on another mountain of Maoer Mountain, which is called Qingfeng Temple.

But the master also warned himself that if he ran there, he would break his leg.

But seeing the helpless look of the girl in front of him, he couldn't leave her alone.

Forget it, the big deal is to hide it from the master.

"Can you walk? Do you want me to carry you?"

Although Xiao Yan tripped over the vines, she was not injured.

"My feet hurt and I can't walk."

This is the first time she lied.

Ling Xiaodong felt that the little girl was cute and cute, so he put down the bamboo basket on his back and squatted down with his back to her without thinking too much about whether it was true or false.

"Come up."

The mountain road was a bit bumpy, but Xiaoyan felt very stable lying on Ling Xiaodong's back.

"My name is Ling Xiaodong, what's your name?"

The strange boy suddenly asked himself a question, and Xiao Yan replied:

"My name is Mi Xiaoyan."

"Yo! Then our names are quite similar! We are so destined."

Destined?Really?

The girl's face was flushed.

When approaching Qingfeng Temple, you can see dots of torches in the distance.