Because Mu Wei used Mu Ziyou's companion soul to almost sacrifice to the Ming General and almost led him into a demon, the demonic thoughts in his heart were hard to suppress.

However, through meditation in the middle of the night, I obviously control a lot of demonic thoughts.

However, the speed of igniting the Haotian Weather Orifice was obviously much slower. In the middle of the night, only one Haotian Weather Orifice was added.

Now, looking at it as a whole, there are only seventy-one Haotian Qiji.

The heaviest injury comes from the blood hole in the abdomen.

The injuries caused by Mu Wei's punch were really difficult to heal, and now he has barely stopped bleeding.

At this time, he should calm down and continue to meditate and practice to heal his wounds.

But Ling Tiansu stopped meditation and slowly opened his eyes.

All the golden light was trapped into his body, and the evil dragon that had been hovering in Murong Heng's palm looked at Ling Tiansu with unfulfilled intentions, and also rushed back into the imperial jade.

When Murong Heng heard his movements of getting up and getting out of bed, he hurriedly asked, "What do the prince need?"

In the darkness, Ling Tiansu's voice sounded: "Brush, ink, paper and inkstone."

Murong Heng got off the bed first and put on his shoes and socks.

"I'll do it."

Although she is in the dark and cannot see things, she has the strength of the soul-condensing realm and can still be explored by car after all.

Take out the pen, ink, paper and inkstone he wanted from the bookcase, and take out a few new candles.

Light the candle and lay the pen, ink, paper and ink on the table for him.

The room suddenly became clear again. Ling Tiansu got off the bed and pinched the brush. But Murong Heng didn't ask much, quietly grinding thick ink and serving carefully.

Ling Tiansu kept writing, writing full of rice paper.

The night was silent, only the rustling sound of the pen falling and the crackling sound of the candle wick burning.

Time never settles, seasons turn, heavy snow falls silently and stops silently.

Outside the windowsill garden, a waning moon appeared and fell, and a gray color appeared in the sky not far from the morning light.

Even though Murong Heng was injured, he did not return to the bed to sleep. Instead, he slowly grinded his red sleeves and added fragrance to his pen. He quietly looked at the handwriting and contents of his pen.

It looks a bit like a prescription?

As her mind slightly turned, a smile appeared on her face, and she immediately understood who he had stopped practicing and wrote down the medicine here.

"The prince wrote these tonight, but would he give them to Miss Luo?"

Breaking the silence of the long night, Murong Heng asked with a smile.

Ling Tiansu stopped writing because there was only one piece left in the stack of rice paper.

He rubbed his sour wrists and nodded, "Yes, Qingyi is a famous doctor. I will set off to leave Yong'an City at dawn. These prescriptions are all ancient lost prescriptions. It is rare to see this era. Please give it to her for me, hoping that it will be helpful to her."

After sorting out a large pile of rice paper filled with his own densely packed pieces, Ling Tiansu raised his head and said:

"In addition to refining weapons, I think you and your fellow villagers can also ask her for medical skills. After all, whether it is restoration of the country or now I and Mr. Gu have a firm foothold, my financial resources must be lost."

Murong Heng's eyes lit up immediately and he nodded, "Heng'er knows the prince's meaning, and he will definitely not disappoint the prince."

Ling Tiansu spread the last piece of rice paper flat on the table in front of him, dipped the brush in his hand with ink, and said:

"Since your identity has been exposed to the outside world, there is no need to hide it from your own people in the park. It will be better for you to manage them at this time."

"Heng'er understands."

"And...here's one more thing for me."

"What's up?"

Ling Tiansu smiled and began to write again. This time, it was not about writing, but about painting.

A few strokes were very careful and careful to outline a figure of ink and painting. He outlined it while saying with a warm smile:

"When I complete this painting, I will deliver it to the hands of Miss Su Jiuer, Tingyuxuan."

Murong Heng whispered: "Yes."

But I feel angry and funny in my heart. The person you like in my heart is actually the courtesan girl from Tingyuxuan?

However, Su Jiuer's net worth is not so easy to get into the room.

Prince, I am afraid that even if you send this painting, you will have to spend a lot of silver to send it to Su Jiuer's room?

Ling Tiansu went to the battlefield of Jiaoling Pass this time, but he did not want to bring Mu Ziyou with him.

At this moment, his thoughts with Mu Ziyou were cleverly synchronized again.

Mu Ziyou learned that the "Map of the Country, Mountains and Rivers" was stolen, and even the three powerful men in Tongyuan Realm involved were unwilling to let him be implicated in this muddy water, so he could hide it and decided to deal with it alone.

Ling Tiansu also knew that the Beili army was full of masters, and even the help of the Northern tribe and the generals of the Underworld were likely to appear in the Beili army.

He wanted to keep her away from the crisis, so he decided not to say goodbye tonight.

In the early morning, heavy snow had stopped, and dawn was like a pair of light and translucent wings, slowly spreading and bringing a shallow light to the point where it was ahead.

Ling Tiansu took out the Shuangxiang Relic Sword from the Space Ring and walked on the long street.

The street leading to the Ye Wang Mansion is very quiet, and the bluestone land has long been buried by thick snow.

Ling Tiansu's footsteps fell on the heavy snow, and no footprints appeared.

Even though this avenue is quiet to a terrifying state, Ling Tiansu's current strength can still see the trajectory of countless shadows surging in the dark.

However, neither the Shadow Su's outside nor the Secret Su's secret servant could detect Ling Tiansu's breath and return.

Ling Tiansu accidentally revealed the news of his return. If Ye Gong knew about it, he would naturally not easily agree to let him be in the battlefield shortly after he returned.

As if nothing had happened, the bell on his wrist still did not make a sound.

The Ye Mansion guards still looked at each other without squinting, and they were completely unaware of the figure passing by.

Come to the familiar side courtyard and look at the nigger tree, the quiet side garden covered by heavy snow.

Ling Tiansu subconsciously held the Sword of the Young Sword in his hand, and felt a little nervous.

Then, he let out a heavy breath and dissipated the tension.

After all, there are some things that need to be done.

Some reality must be faced.

When he stepped into the garden, his body, which had been held by the snow, had never fallen a little, and as he took the first step, a creaking sound...

The sole of the boot was trapped in thick snow, and at the same time, a layer of invisible barrier was instantly shrouded above the side garden, which isolated all the aura scenes.

It was creaking, and a long footprint remained on the white snow. He came to the door and knocked it.

Soon, something was shocked and heard from the house.

Then there is the rapid footsteps that change from light to heavier, and from far to near.

The door was opened soon, Yue'er covered her mouth and cried, looking at the boy outside the door in disbelief.

Before dawn, her face was haggard, so she didn't sleep deeply at night, so she woke up very quickly.

Her face, which was not dressed up, looked very clear. She threw herself into Ling Tiansu's arms, did not cry out loud, but just hugged him tightly.

Seeing Yue'er alone, Ling Tiansu held her shoulder with his palm and couldn't help but ask, "Where is Sister Xianger?"

Yue'er was quiet for a long time and was about to speak, but her eyes flashed, but she saw the azure blue sword in Ling Tiansu's hand. Her breathing suddenly stopped, and then she remained silent for a long time.

Finally, she gently pushed Ling Tiansu's body away and said slowly: "Xiang'er followed the Jin army to the battlefield. She said that she could not become stronger without hardship. And I, stay here and wait for the young master to return."

Ling Tiansu nodded gently. Although she was very worried about Xiang'er, with her strength and accompanied by the Jin army, there should not be too many problems.

But now he didn't know how to speak out about Shuangrong with Yue'er.

Ling Tiansu took a deep breath, placed the young sword in his hand horizontally on her chest, and chose an extremely direct way and said: "Shuangrong is no longer alive."

Yue'er's expression stagnated, and her clear face faded.

Her lips were pursed tightly into a thin line, and she lowered her head to look at the young sword that had lost her master.

She raised a palm with a trembling trembling, trying to hold the sword.

When Ling Tiansu saw her calm face, her chest was fluctuating violently, as if she couldn't see through it and was about to suffocate.

When her fingertips touched the cold scabbard, she suddenly retracted like an electric shock.
Chapter completed!