He didn't care about hating Yang Chen, but just tried his best to save his lover.

Seeing this man being so crazy about him, Xiaoqiong quietly shed tears.

Maybe, I shouldn’t drag you down! Maybe it’s time to let go and give you freedom. You shouldn’t be like this. You still have dreams and you still have a future. My journey has come here, and it’s already been perfect.

If I leave, don’t be sad and keep moving forward. You shouldn’t ruin your life for me. You have to learn to forget. When I leave, forget it.

In this life, there are always some things that cannot be pursued or fulfilled. After many experiences, there will be no two-dimensional law, and there will always be gains and losses. I have no regrets or regrets. Hello, this is my wish.

We used to be looking for the so-called true meaning of life, but we have not seen through it for a lifetime, whether to seek prosperity for a lifetime or an ordinary life! At this moment, we have realized that the meaning of my existence is you. If my end can be exchanged for your beginning, I am willing.

If there is no smoke of gunpowder, who will not go to the field? Who can make tea and drink strong wine? The world changes, fate rises and falls, and the heart makes people suffer and tired. Only this life, I only wish you a peaceful and peaceful life.

It is time to part with you. Ten years of time, it is enough for you to protect me so far. In this life, I have nothing to ask for.

He raised his eyes and looked at Yang Chen leaning against the door with tears in his eyes. The female cultivator tried hard to squeeze out a smile;

"It has nothing to do with you. A few cups of tea cannot save me. You don't need to blame yourself!"

There is a kind of Guan Hui in this woman that attracts Yang Chen and makes him feel at ease. Such people are rare in this world.

Yang Chen stepped in, came to the bed, and opened his mouth gently;

"May I take a look at it?"

He wanted to take her pulse, regardless of whether he could do it or not, but he wanted to work hard.

"So what if you look at it or not? Anyway..."

Yang Chen could sense that under her always gentle expression, there was unknown pain hidden deep under her, and he would not say this.

Before the other party could finish his words, he bounced his fingers and several spiritual silk threads had already shot on the woman's wrist. It was OK to hang silk to diagnose the pulse.

The pulse is dead and has no life at all. It is a miracle to be able to live.

Yang Chen's face was solemn, but what is the cause of the disease is not found, and there is no question of diagnosis and treatment.

"Occursed!"

After saying that, his spiritual sense poured into the woman's body, the man outside the room noticed the movements and rushed in with anger.

He was preparing to slap Yang Chen with one palm, and Yang Chen was still motionless as if he had not realized it.

The man saw Yang Chen's eyes closed, his face changed unpredictably, and even began to sweat. When he saw the spiritual thread that penetrated his lover's wrist, he stopped the urge to slap Yang Chen with a palm.

Yang Chen's spiritual consciousness carefully investigated the root of the disease in the woman's body. It did not appear once, it did not appear on both sides, and it still did not appear three times. Yang Chen's spiritual consciousness came to the woman's dantian again, and this was the only place he felt strange.

This woman is a Jindan monk, but the golden elixir in front of her is very strange. To put it simply, it is too small and is completely different from ordinary Jindan monks.

There must be a problem here.

He focused on wrapping this golden elixir with the power of his soul, and sensed how different it was.

But half an hour passed, and Yang Chen still didn't feel anything.

"Maybe I'm thinking too much, but more importantly, my medical skills are not enough, forget it..."

He was about to give up, but at this time Yang Chen suddenly thought of something.

"No, it's obviously different!"

The soul wrapped around the golden elixir again. After another half an hour, a light shot out from Yang Chen's eyes;

"Finished, found..."

He was secretly happy, but in fact, he only found half of it.

Yang Chen, who was sitting cross-legged, had his vest soaked. The male cultivator's face changed several times and wanted to stop him, but he was relieved of his life. He would not give up even if he had a chance.

If this person is just pretending to be mysterious, he vows to kill him.

Just as he was thinking, Yang Chen, who was sitting cross-legged, suddenly shook his body, opened his mouth and ran wildly with blood, his body as if he was hit hard by some force. He screamed and flew out, and a big hole appeared in the hut.

This sudden change scared the two of them. What's wrong?

The Xiu took a step forward, but Yang Chen fell to the ground with horror on his face, his breath fluctuated.

"Hey, what's going on?"

"Finally found...!"

Yang Chen reluctantly sat cross-legged, said a few words, and immediately entered into a state of meditation. His soul was shocked just now, and he was injured when he was not careful. He immediately closed his eyes and rested.

After a while, he had already entered a state of meditation. The male cultivator wanted to ask something, but when he saw Yang Chen's appearance, he held back. He was surprised that Yang Chen dared to enter a state of meditation so blatantly in front of him, and he had no intention of preventing it. The impact on Yang Chen had some improvement.

A faint light appeared on Yang Chen's body, and a huge soul power was gradually recovering.

This scared this male cultivator. What's going on with this level? It's too perverted.

However, the woman was in serious condition and he had no time to observe Yang Chen here. He flashed into the hut and used his usual method to inject spiritual energy into the woman and stop the pain.

In the evening, Yang Chen woke up slowly and looked at the male cultivator who was still instilling spiritual energy into the woman. He was exhausted at this moment, but he was still persisting. As long as the female cultivator was less painful, his persistence made Yang Chen feel a little moved.

The protection of each other has become like this.

I set up a bonfire outside the house and took out a piece of brisket. This is the authentic spiritual beast meat. This piece is not very big. The other parts have been put into the Xiaoyao Tower, and those people are having a lot of fun eating.

The bear meat scented on the fire rack, and it was not cooked yet, but the fragrance had begun to spread.

Take out a seven-stringed lyre and put it in front of you. Listen to the sound of the waterfall and the sound of all things, Yang Chen asked to pluck the strings of the piano, and a song "Yunshui Zen Heart" sounded ethereal.

If you walk to the cliff and cannot take a step, can you watch the clouds rolling and unfolding in peace? Can you forgive yesterday's right and wrong? Can you let go of yesterday's love and hate? Can you keep changing your original intention and move towards the future? Life will continue, but life has an extra scar that cannot be healed, cannot erase and cannot forget the pain. Who is right or wrong? Why is the sadness and joy of words?

Just like these two people, they want to stay together for the rest of their lives, but how can life be so simple? There are always some things that cannot be avoided.

If you only cook tea and not warm wine in this life, you will laugh at the wind and moon, not pursue fame and fortune, and steal life, wouldn’t you be free? However, the world is full of troubles and the world has many dreams, who can stop the prosperity and protect the Pure Land?

However, infatuation still exists, and people are always willing to give up prosperity and build a world for the loved ones and guard the sky in this ethereal valley.

The sound of the piano echoes. Those who understand hear stories, while those who don’t understand only complain about the dream.
Chapter completed!