【667】Mental disorder
Ye Qingxuan galloped like lightning, running towards Shuiyue Temple like light smoke.
He was frightened by the sudden news, felt irresistible for the first time in his life, and felt that he was about to lose something more precious than life.
It would be great if he would return to Shuiyue Temple as soon as possible, then he would have time to save Yinxue, but he was too arrogant. In order to fight Donglai, he lost the time to save Mei Yinxue, and gave up his lover for hatred...
This is an unforgivable stupid mistake!
The star of Qi shines in the sky, and a trace of whiteness appears in the east.
Ye Qingxuan went up to the top of a small hill, and in the valley under the morning light was a paradise of Shuiyue Temple.
When Ye Qingxuan rushed into Shuiyue Temple and saw Ning Huiru and other girls anxiously waiting for news in the lobby, they did not expect Ye Qingxuan to arrive so quickly, and they didn't know what to say for a moment.
Ye Qingxuan was anxious and asked directly: "Have you found Yinxue?"
Ning Huiru sighed and shook her head slowly.
"Where is Mr. Huanye?" Ye Qingxuan asked again.
Ning Huiru replied: "The Empress took the medicine and was regulating her breathing. Mr. Huanye was observing the situation... The incident happened too suddenly. I never expected that there were still remnants of collusion with outsiders in Fengyi Pavilion. They were already punished, but the consequences were too serious. Now the Empress has not yet escaped from danger, so she dared not tell her about Miss Yinxue's situation... Alas, I am guilty."
Ye Qingxuan sighed and said lightly: "The Palace Master doesn't have to blame himself, I just want to find Yinxue now..."
Ning Huiru bowed her head ashamed and did not dare to show Ye Qingxuan his desperate eyes.
Although Mr. Huanye's pills protect the meridians, he did not understand the medicine, and there was no expert like Ye Qingxuan to control the toxins. Even if Mei Yinxue could persist, she might have died of poison.
Ye Qingxuan flew to the highest pavilion in Shuiyue Temple, looking into the distance, looking around, but no matter how powerful his martial arts are, he didn't even know which direction to look for it for a while...
ah!!!
Ye Qingxuan, who had no idea, burst out with a roar of despair and regret, and finally fell to the ground with a depressed revenge, gasping for helplessness.
Everyone who knew Ye Qingxuan's feelings for Mei Yinxue was in pain. Even if Ye Qingxuan wanted to see Mei Yinxue again, it would probably be too late. At this moment, they even hoped that Ye Qingxuan would never see Mei Yinxue's body...
Three days in a row.
Ye Qingxuan sat on the pavilion building, silently waiting for the news about Mei Yinxue.
Under the leadership of Jiang Shuihan, after stabilizing the court, the court had sent a large group of people to search for Mei Yinxue's traces in various possible directions. Information from all over the country flew over like snowflakes, but unfortunately there were no news that could not be found.
Everyone was in a very heavy mood. They knew that even if Mei Yinxue was found at this point, they might see a cold body.
But even though he knew the result was like this, Ye Qingxuan still did not give up. He was eagerly looking forward to the pavilion every day. He had not yet entered the drip of water and had not eaten the rice. In just three days, his whole body turned white due to sorrow.
Facing the obsessed Ye Qingxuan, no one came forward to comfort him. It was not that they didn't care, but that they couldn't do it.
Ye Qingxuan's mental power fluctuated abnormally, and his whole body remained in the realm of deification at all times. The powerful mental fluctuations even began to affect the people in Shuiyue Temple. At first, only someone was affected in his dream and dreamed of the image of Mei Yinxue. Later, even in broad daylight, someone could see Mei Yinxue's vague figure playing the flute and zither with Ye Qingxuan on the pavilion building...
Later, the pavilion where Ye Qingxuan was located became a forbidden area. Everyone who approached would be affected by the spirit and had various different hallucinations. Even the monk Ruhua, who had a stable Zen mind, would be blocked by powerful thoughts when approaching the pavilion thirty feet away, was like an invisible wall of air that could not get close to one step at all.
Everyone was shocked by these strange phenomena. Even if they invited Yan Pianfei and other seniors to come, they would not dare to make a rash statement. Ye Qingxuan, who was afraid that Ye Qingxuan, who was in an abnormal state, would then stop his thoughts, and instead became furious and became crazy.
Pang--
The powerful spiritual thought wave bounced back directly, Yan Pianfei staggered back, his face pale in an instant.
After moving forward for several feet in a row, he finally failed. Yan Pianfei shook his head repeatedly, took the opportunity to get rid of his dizzy head, and said tragically: "Awesome, amazing, such a powerful spiritual power, it already exists as a substance, I cannot get close to you..."
Zhan Yu couldn't help but sigh: "What should I do? If the seventh brother continues to waste this, he will probably die of oil."
Everyone was talking, but none of them had any good ideas.
Yan Pianfei thought for a while and said, "Who are you all informing me of here?"
Duan Sanshi said: "Everyone who can be notified has been notified has been notified. Even Senior Baili, Senior Sikong, and Senior Zanghua and Senior Shentu who were determined not to be born have sent messages..."
Yan Pianfei shook his head helplessly and said, "Oh, I'm afraid these people will be helpless when they come." His eyes turned and saw Ji Guanglan who was silent on the side, he asked quickly, "Old fox, what else do you have?"
Ji Guanglan turned his head slightly, and when he saw everyone's eyes focused on him, he finally sighed helplessly and said, "Go and find... Ning Sanren."
A word awakens the dreamer!
Everyone sighed at the same time, yes, why did you forget this "Tianzhi Sanren"?
Although this alien has lost his martial arts skills, he has a wide range of knowledge, and I am afraid that no one in the world can match...
When the Buddha caught the last straw, everyone immediately formed a ball and began to study how to act.
Ji Guanglan pulled a helpless smile at the corner of his mouth, and signaled the servant to push the wheelchair away.
Yan Pianfei showed a hint of worry between his eyebrows. He stepped behind Ji Guanglan in one step, held the wheelchair, signaled the servant to retreat, and pushed Ji Guanglan alone to the building where several people lived.
"Do you have any concerns?" Yan Pianfei asked.
Ji Guanglan didn't want to deny it or answer it. With a casual move, a wild flower on the side of the road fell straight into his fingertips, put it at his nose and sniffed it, sighing: "What should come will always come... Sometimes, there are some things that you know they can't do, but it's wise to give up."
Yan Pianfei was surprised. He couldn't understand what Ji Guanglan was saying at all, and even felt that this sentence was not what he said.
"I hope Ning Sanren is here to save Ye Qingxuan..." Yan Pianfei murmured to himself.
Ji Guanglan smiled slightly, "He is here, he will definitely cure that kid. But what the result is, but we can't predict..."
Yan Pianfei frowned again, and found that this sentence was not something he could understand.
This old fox...
Chapter completed!