Chapter 262 A handwritten note (3)

Although he remembers the practice experience to get through the strange meridian method, it is obvious that his physical condition can’t be too urgent and he can follow the gradual progress. Even trying to get through the Du ‘er pulse makes him feel that the meridians are sealed and the qi is tyrannical and controlled.
Feng Qing took a breath for a moment, put away his notes and looked out the window. The sky was already dim and the sunset glow had dyed the horizon orange-red. He got up and moved a muscle and thought about the mountain and went to Pan Hui to see if the reading notes helped her practice. Then he went to the gate of the courtyard. He suddenly remembered that he didn’t remember the mountain road. He followed Pan Hui’s footsteps in the past. Now he wants the mountain and finds that he doesn’t know the way!
Fortunately, Pan Huilin left him a message when he left. He can’t go to the mountain now, so it’s good that the paper crane simply gave Pan Hui two sentences.
The paper crane slipped out of the graceful arc in the glow and flew in the direction of Tiandu Peak. After entering the jade palace, it was blocked outside the Ziyu Pavilion.
At this time, the Purple Jade Pavilion is shrouded in a soft white light, white light is like milk and water with a faint halo, but it seems to be constantly absorbing the surrounding aura light, which makes the distance of Fiona Fang outside the Purple Jade Pavilion look gloomy.
If someone enters the Purple Jade Pavilion through this layer of white light at this time, they will find that Pan Huizheng is floating cross-legged in the middle, and a bright purple long lamp shines faintly above her head. The other six lamps float around her, and a pocket chalcedony porch two feet away in front of her is emitting white light like the outside screen, and these white lights are mixed with pure blue like the sky.
Pan Hui’s eyes were closed, and there was a little light looming between her eyes, which seemed to echo the long chalcedony lamp.
After she came back from Third Martial Uncle, she tried to refine the fire she got six years ago-to be exact, it should be a spiritual vein.
It was very strange to get this fire at the beginning. Fortunately, the old man was obviously harmless. Although she still didn’t believe that the fire was entrusted to her by the elder brother, especially after learning from Aoqing that it was a fire made by a spiritual pulse, she was even more sure that the fire and the elder brother didn’t want to give her a whole spiritual pulse of ice blue ghost flame, and they didn’t say much, so they took advantage of the fate and ran away. What do you think of this move is incredible.
In those days when Aoqing lingered in Changxuan, Pan Hui once went to Weishan with Aoqing and Chuxing meteorite. Although she went to Bilingquan for a visit, she did not go to the hot spring cave, but she was still keenly aware of the changes in Weishan.
The aura of Bilingquan is thinner than before, not to mention that the original lush micro-mountain also faintly shows signs of withering. In early autumn, all the leaves on the mountain have turned yellow. Looking around, there are a few green leaves that look so isolated and help as if they are struggling and unwilling to wither.
Pan Hui was white at that time. It must have been because the spirit vein was taken away that the whole Weishan lost its Lai Sheng aura. There was no way for her to put this fire back into the spirit vein and watch it. Fortunately, Weishan had no influence on Changxuan at the edge of the broken tooth mountain, and it was not protected by the Guardian Mountain Array. Changxuan patrol never came here, so no one would pay attention to the abnormality of Weishan.
Now that she’s trained as a fairy, she can’t put that fire any more, regardless of the fact that it has swallowed up a trapped array. Even the ice blue ghost flame is a rare yin fire. If it can be refined into a life-long fire, it will be of great help to her later practice. Besides, a long lamp body that is not borrowed from the twelve main lamps is an extra boost or a very strong boost!
Pan Hui has been communicating with her soul for more than half an hour. Fortunately, there is no rejection and self-attack, and this child seems to welcome her. She has been responding to her, and she has slowly established a joint in her soul.
In this way, after an hour, the light in Pan Huimei’s heart became brighter and brighter, and at last, she suddenly gave out dazzling light and enveloped the whole room in a white awn.
After a wick of incense, the light gradually dissipated. Pan Hui was still floating cross-legged in the middle, but the chalcedony long lamp was gone, together with the seven long lamps.
Pan Huimei has a small flame shape, texture, ice white flame and blue flame. It is exactly the same color as the ice blue flame. At first glance, it looks like a unique flower bud.
She slowly fell to the ground with her eyes open and felt that the two long lamps in a palace of life were very novel. One of them was a purple jade lamp that she inherited from her ancestors, and the other was a long lamp with ice blue, ghost flame and chalcedony, which was divided into a virtual body and an entity, but she got along very well. The long lamp of chalcedony kept rubbing around the lamp of life, just like a spoiled child to her brothers and sisters, which made Pan Hui look at and smile.
She tentatively called out "Lan Bing?" A childish voice immediately echoed in her mind with inexplicable excitement. "I can talk! I can talk! "
Pan Hui is not happy.
It is the first time that she has been carrying this lamp for nearly six years to get such an accurate response, and it is no longer as flashing as before to communicate.
The chalcedony lamp circles around the palace of life, while the purple jade lamp stays quietly and gives off soft light. Watching it commit mischief is really like its brother and sister.
However, it has been five thousand years since the twelve main lamps left by Deng Zu, and this fire may be much bigger than the ice blue ghost flame. Looking at this child, the general fire age should not be too long.
The chalcedony lantern played excitedly for a while before saying, "Sister, my name is not Lan Bing!"
"oh? Then what’s your name? " Pan Hui is full of curiosity. This is the first time she has heard that the wise fire will be named by herself.
The ice blue ghost flame manipulated the chalcedony long lamp and waved it. "My name is Mu Yan!" " Said it as if worried that Pan Hui didn’t know how to write these two words and wrote them in the light of Pan Hui’s life palace.
Mu Yan …
Pan Hui looked at these two words curiously and asked, "How do you know your name?"
All along, the instruments are given names by their owners before they become wise. This fire has been wise since it followed them. Therefore, Pan Hui doubts that this spiritual pulse is originally owned!
Chapter 263 Illness (1)
Mu Yan went around for two laps, and the lights were flickering, obviously in a daze.
It knows what its name is when it is wise, and no one has told it. It is like this name is born with it, and it is an absolutely inseparable part of it. However, he has no impression of how the name came from.
Mu Yan waved the lamp body as if this was its head with a tender voice and said, "I don’t know, but my name is Mu Yan! Can’t be wrong! "
"I’ll call you Mu Cong when I’m done." Pan Huixiao smiled and didn’t bother to entangle this matter. The name is just a code name. Today, she can ask Pan Huiri to change her name. Anyway, her parents and orphans can call her whatever they want. Since the child insists on her name, it’s much better to call it Mu Cong.
A "duo duo" came out of the window and knocked on Pan Hui’s window to see that the paper crane she had left for Fengqing flew in. Then she came to see the paper crane exhibition and wrote something, and then she drew the law with a pen and thought about it. Then she wrote a sentence telling Fengqing that she would go to find him the next day, and then she folded the paper crane again and let it go.
Now Changxuan can intercept her paper cranes, so don’t let the Third Martial Uncle’s array fall into other people’s hands at will. Miao Changxuan, the elder holding the lamp, has always been responsible for the portrait of the lamp ancestor. She heard from the Second Martial Uncle that the portrait not only can communicate with the lamp ancestor, but also has the magic of the lamp ancestor. The most important thing is …
That’s where the eye of the "Twelve Extremes Long Array" of the Guardian Mountain Array is. The elder holding the lamp is the real protector of Changxuan!
If you get the mountain map with ulterior motives and sneak into it and destroy the array, Changxuan will be in crisis.
However, Pan Hui did hear that Yu Niang lived in the Jade Temple of Tiandufeng in all previous dynasties. In other words, when did that eye move to Tianwu Peak where Third Martial Uncle lived? Can the eyes of the mountain guard be transferred at will? Or is it that the elder of Changxuan’s lantern-holding was never Yu Niang, but someone else, Yu Niang, who was just putting on a show to confuse others?
Pan Hui thought for a while and decided to rest first. Now that she has become Yu Niang, all these things will naturally be known in the future, and there is no need to inquire about anything deliberately.
After a night’s dream, I went to Tianwufeng on the second day and saw that Fengqing was waiting for her at the gate of the hospital. Pan Hui smiled, but I didn’t expect the child to be so eager. She wrote in her letter that Fengqing really got up early in the morning and waited.
Pan Huixiao called a letter and saw that she immediately ran over, still clutching the handwritten note.
Just ran to the front of the teenager and immediately handed Pan Huidao a handwritten treasure. "The teacher elder sister, this was yesterday … the old man gave it to me. I asked him if he could show it to you. He said casually." The teenager also pie pie obviously has great dissatisfaction with this dad.
Pan Hui took over two pages and handed it back with a smile. "Third Martial Uncle should have told you that this letter was not for me."
Actually, this handwritten note was written by Pan Hui herself in early summer. Actually, she had read it when she was a child. To be exact, she listened to the handwritten note read to her by the elder brother. The face records are all some experiences gained from years of cultivation in early summer. For them, this handwritten note has long been no secret, and it is a must-read for every brother, that is, it has not been read by Feng Qing.
Feng Qing took the handwritten note and said, "He did say that I thought he was just perfunctory!"
Pan Hui smiled and didn’t speak. The gap between the father and the son can’t be solved by her in a few words, or let them solve it by themselves. However, it’s really a bit difficult according to the fact that Third Martial Uncle doesn’t like to talk.
"The teacher elder sister pan you take me to the mountain! The mountain is so boring! "
Brother Mo Bai always gives him whatever he asks, although his communication and contact are not satisfactory. Brother Mo Bai always answers what he asks, but it’s just concise. It’s like a mountain who can’t ask him a word for a long time and doesn’t say much.
Pan Huidao: "OK, I’ll take you to the mountain. You go and say goodbye to Third Martial Uncle first."
"Ah …" Feng Qing opened his mouth with a face of reluctance, and just wanted to refuse, he was glared at Pan Hui, so he reluctantly went back to say goodbye.
Feng Qing returned awkwardly to Pan Hui after saying goodbye, only to find that a pocket-sized long lamp suddenly flew to his face and was immediately startled. Looking intently, he found that this was the lamp that Sister Pan had been hanging around her waist before she breathed a sigh of relief.
However, Pan Hui raised her eyebrows because Mu Cong just told her that Feng Qing was dead!
There are two reasons why a living person is dead: he is possessed by a necromancer or is dying.
Mu Yan was sure that Feng Qing was not possessed, so there was a situation-the child was dying!
Feng Qing is dying! Pan Hui never imagined that things would change like this. Although Pan Hui found that the child’s skin was blue after the magic blood curse was lifted, at that time, she checked that the pulse, hands, feet and three yin were normal, and then she was dead in just a few days. Murphy …
Pan Hui remembered that there was a way to get through the strange meridians in her handwriting. When her heart thumped, she quickly asked, "Qinger, did you get through the strange meridians?"
Feng Qing shook his head and said, "I didn’t finish getting through. Last night, I tried to find that the true qi in the meridians was too strong and I barely got through the second meridian."
Pan Huijiao dizzy heart way a finished! If the odd meridians pass, it’s okay. Now, the second one is even the root of the disease buried in the hands, feet and feet.
She buttoned her wrist and looked at her face more and more dignified. Now, the body of the Qing Dynasty is too cloudy and less cloudy, but Jueyin has not appeared. In this way, the child has less than 30 days left in his life.
Pan Hui took Feng Qing’s wrist and pulled him to the courtyard, heading straight to the courtyard hall.