Wen Yiran's blood was boiling in his chest. He really had no face to face Brother Zhao. He had saved his life time and again, but in return he got contempt and disdain from the younger generation of his family. He... was so ashamed!
Seeing Wen Yiran's face getting redder and redder, Zhao Qingshan was shocked and shouted, "Old Wen, control it."
Wen Yiran also wanted to control himself, but at this moment, he could not control the blood flowing to his head.
Seeing that the situation was not good, Zhou Yuanyuan hurriedly stepped forward, squeezed Zhao Qingshan away from the bed, stretched out a finger, and pointed at the silver needle on Wen Yiran's forehead.
When Zhao Qingshan was giving Wen Yiran acupuncture, he was lying in bed. Because of this, Zhou Yuanyuan's small body was able to reach Wen Yiran's head. And because of this, Zhou Yuanyuan was able to intervene in time to prevent an impending tragedy.
A wisp of barely visible white air followed the silver needle on Wen Yiran's forehead and penetrated into his brain. Wen Yiran felt a cool sensation on his forehead. Moreover, this cool feeling slowly spread in his mind, and finally occupied his entire brain and body.
"Hiss~" What a comfortable feeling, just like entering a house made of ice in the hot summer, or like soaking in a hot spring pool in the winter. Wen Yiran felt as if his internal organs were ironed by an iron, and every part of them was comfortable. All 36,000 pores in his body felt as if he had eaten ginseng fruit, and every part was comfortable. The waves of comfort made Wen Yiran couldn't help but take a breath.
Zhao Qingshan could see with his naked eyes that the shocking blood-red color on Wen Yiran's face slowly faded away. In less than five seconds, Wen Yiran had returned to normal.
Seeing this, Zhou Yuanyuan quickly took a few steps back, gave up her seat and returned it to Zhao Qingshan.
Wen Yiran opened his eyes and felt that his mind was clearer than ever before, and his whole body seemed to be full of strength and agility.
"Brother Zhao, you saved me again!" Wen Yiran sat up, held Zhao Qingshan's hand tightly, and said with emotion.
Just then, when Wen Yiran felt the blood rushing to his head, he thought he was done for today. He subconsciously closed his eyes. He hadn't expected Zhao Qingshan's medical skills to be so advanced. He didn't know what method he had used to pull him back from the brink of death.
"It's nothing, it's just your fate." Zhao Qingshan waved his hand, speaking modestly. Isn't that right? If Zhao Qingshan hadn't decided to keep Zhou Yuanyuan here today, there's no way he could have gotten out of this deadlock. It seems Xiaojiu must have used his inherited skills to save Brother Wen, right? However, Brother Wen couldn't be told about Xiaojiu's story, so he had to be the "hero" himself.
While Zhao Qingshan was removing the silver needle from Wen Yiran's head, he looked at Zhou Yuanyuan meaningfully.
At this time, Zhou Yuanyuan was busy dealing with Xiaoyu in her sea of consciousness and didn't pay attention to the meaningful look in her grandfather's eyes.
In Zhou Yuanyuan's sea of consciousness, Xiaoyu was almost mad. It had been busy for so long and only cultivated a trace of pure spiritual power as thin as a hair, but the master gave away half of it in one move. Woo woo woo... It wanted to cry...
A few days ago, Xiaoyu was cursed by Zhou Yuanyuan, forbidding her to spy on her thoughts. Xiaoyu was obedient, believing it made no difference to her whether she listened to her master's thoughts or not. Once she accepted her master, her life and death were controlled by him. Even if Xiaoyu knew in advance what her master intended to do to her, it wouldn't change the outcome. Besides repairing the cracks in Zhou Yuanyuan's sea of consciousness, Xiaoyu also spent her time cultivating. As a jade spirit, strength reigned supreme.
Xiaoyu didn't understand what Zhou Yuanyuan was busy with all day. She practiced for less than eight hours a day. Only when Zhou Yuanyuan was practicing could Xiaoyu join in and get some spiritual energy. It must have been so hard for her to gain a little bit of pure spiritual energy in just a few days! The more Xiaoyu thought about it, the sadder she became. She couldn't help but cry.
"Xiaoyu, Xiaoyu, what's wrong with you?" Zhou Yuanyuan could only hear Xiaoyu's crying in her mind, and everything else was drowned out by Xiaoyu's crying.
"Master, you're wasting. Wasting is shameful, don't you know?" Xiaoyu didn't want to pay attention to Zhou Yuanyuan. Its spiritual power! Wasted by its master on that mortal old man, it said with great pain.
"How did I waste it?" Zhou Yuanyuan was puzzled. She controlled it very precisely just now and used just a little bit of spiritual power to pull Wen Yiran back from the brink of death.
"My spiritual power was cultivated with great difficulty, but the master took it away without even saying a word, and used it on such a mortal. Xiaoyu's spiritual power is a treasure that all the immortals are fighting for, wuwuwu..." Xiaoyu didn't want to talk to Zhou Yuanyuan anymore. The master bullied Xiaoyu. It was obvious that he could use his own spiritual power, but he just wanted to use the pure power that he had refined with great difficulty for that old man. It really hurts her heart.
"Your spiritual power? Isn't that my spiritual power? When did it become yours?" Zhou Yuanyuan was puzzled. When she pointed at the silver needle just now, she was clearly mobilizing her own spiritual power, so when did it become Xiaoyu's spiritual power?
"Master, I told you to learn more about the skills on the Rainbow Bridge when you have time. You didn't listen, so Xiaoyu doesn't want to pay attention to you anymore." Xiaoyu was angry. The girl was outgoing, and she hadn't even married that silly boy yet! She was already preparing to please the silly boy's grandfather. With this little bit of Xiaoyu's spiritual power, the old man would make a fortune. The old diseases in his body would be automatically cleared, and his bones and blood would slowly be nourished to the heyday of his youth...
After Xiaoyu could no longer peek into Zhou Yuanyuan's thoughts, she would sometimes be bored and deliberately listen to what people outside were saying. Zhou Yuanyuan didn't know about her engagement with Wen Ziqing, but Xiaoyu had heard Zhao Qingshan and Zhao Yunxiang talk about it several times behind her back. Before coming to the Wen family this time, Zhao Qingshan even went to Zhao Yunxiang to talk about Feng Xueying's difficulty. Fortunately, Feng Xueying didn't come downstairs due to illness, which made Zhao Qingshan feel relieved. Although Zhao Qingshan was not afraid of Feng Xueying, he didn't like having an annoying person in front of him. If it weren't for Wen Yiran's illness, Zhao Qingshan didn't want to come to the Wen family at all.
Humph! Master is bad! He likes the silly boy but not Xiaoyu! Xiaoyu thought she had found the truth, but she felt even more sad.
"Xiaoyu, I promise to study hard after I go back and will not ignore your words anymore." Zhou Yuanyuan quickly agreed. Although Zhou Yuanyuan inherited Xiaoyu's skills, her mindset in two lifetimes still couldn't make cultivation a normal thing. She ingrained the idea that sleeping was rest. This was also the reason why Xiaoyu complained that Zhou Yuanyuan had little time for cultivation. Judging from Xiaoyu's posture, the "qi" she had just sent out seemed to be something extraordinary.
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