Chapter 776 Mysterious Person, Crisis

Chapter 776: Mysterious Figure, Crisis

Zhang Xiaohua escaped back to the elixir room, and everything was as usual. The elixir liquid in the "Bagua Purple Gold Furnace" was still pregnant with elixirs, and the process seemed to go smoothly.

Zhang Xiaohua checked it, took out the futon from his arms, placed it in front of the alchemy furnace, sat down, took out two yuan stones, and started today's homework.

While Zhang Xiaohua was practicing, a tall figure, hidden in a cloak that covered his whole body, appeared like a ghost behind the hut where Ou Yan lived.

The black shadow was extremely fast and fell to the ground silently. Even if it passed by people's eyes, it might not be noticed. The black figure stopped, looked around, listened carefully, and then floated away and landed on the side of the roof. In the room, under the pale yellow light, Ou Yan still looked like he was sleeping. Lying there on her back, although her face was thin and lost its former plumpness, under the light and shadow, her eyelashes were long and slender, and her skin was pale, making her exactly the model of Sleeping Beauty.

In front of Ou Yan's bed, a long-haired woman was lying on the edge of the bed, already tired and asleep, wasn't she Qiu Tong?

The black figure stared at the room for a long time, and listened carefully. Finally, he took out a dark and rough bottle from his arms that was half shorter than the jade bottle. He couldn't tell what the texture was. The bottle cork was opened, and then he muttered in a low voice. He didn't know what he was muttering, but the muttering was rhythmic and ups and downs, like a chant. After another moment, he saw the other hand of the black figure stretching out from the cloak. He came out, slender and white, and saw the five fingers raised, making some unknown movements, that is, pointing a finger into the bottle, and a wisp of light black mist suddenly appeared in the bottle without the cork. The black shadow pointed its fingers to all directions in the room, and it immediately divided into four parts and moved away in all directions. Because it was divided into four parts, the light mist became even thinner and almost invisible to the naked eye.

If Zhang Xiaohua was nearby, he would definitely be wary. The movements made by the black shadow's five fingers were actually very similar to the magic formula he pinched with his hands, but there was no real energy coming out from his fingers, and there was no real movement. The production of the magic formula, on the contrary, cooperated with the chanting in the mouth, producing some subtle fluctuations, and it was this fluctuation and chanting that drove the black mist in the bottle.

After the four wisps of light mist went to different places, the black shadow put the bottle back in his arms, rose up again, and fell into the house like a leaf. Only the sound of the wind caused the lights to sway slightly. Waiting for the black shadow After standing still for a moment, he immediately pointed out several large points on Qiutong's body using the legendary volley acupuncture technique.

After everything was done, the dark figure walked slowly to Ou Yan's bed, sat unceremoniously on the edge of the bed, stretched out his hand, and placed it on Ou Yan's pulse. After a moment, he seemed to notice He reached out his fingers again, and a wisp of strong wind appeared from his fingers, hitting several acupuncture points on Ou Yan's head.

"Huh?" A somewhat old and surprised voice came to mind, as if he was in disbelief at everything in front of him. He stretched out his slender fingers and gently touched Ou Yan's forehead. After a while,

Some whispered: "What kind of acupuncture technique is this? Why have I never seen it before?"

So he connected his fingers again and tried several methods to relieve the acupuncture points, but still had no effect. The black figure finally put a finger on Ou Yan's forehead, wondering what he was thinking.

There are mysterious anomalies in the whole house...

For a long time, the black figure muttered to himself: "I said that Ou Yan has always been struggling to survive, but I underestimated the strength of the Miao Miao Sect. I thought it was just a run-down gang, and it was just a simple effort. Who knew there was such a thing? Waves?”

"Hehe, Miss Ou is very lucky. She was about to die a few days ago, but she can still survive today. But, what can you do with this unique acupuncture technique? It's just a few more lives. That’s all. But who are these doctors at Yixiang Peak? It’s a pity that we can’t find out clearly.”

The black figure pondered for a long time and then laughed dumbly: "What do I want him to do? The Piaomiao Sect has been a great sect for tens of thousands of years. If there are no secrets, it would be abnormal. Haha, it is the resurrection of the Piaomiao Sect's leader Ou. What can he do to me? It’s just a point-pressing technique.”

After that, the finger had already left Ou Yan's forehead. He waved his hand and chanted again. The light mist from the four corners of the room flew to his side. The black shadow took out the bottle, intending to send the light mist away. He entered, but his eyes looked at Ou Yan who was lying on the bed. He pointed with his hand and saw a few invisible black spots in the mist. They separated in an instant and went straight to Ou Yan's forehead. Waiting for the black spots Disappeared, the black shadow said to himself again: "I want to see how long your unique acupuncture technique can last."

As he spoke, he put the light mist into the bottle and threw his figure out the window. When the man was about to leave, he didn't look back, moved his fingers slightly, and shot out a few wisps of strong wind, untying Qiutong's acupuncture points.

The black figure submerged into the darkness and immediately disappeared from sight. It was not known where it left from. The black figure was wearing a cloak and did not show its face from beginning to end. Needless to say, it was late at night and no one could see it, even if it was seen. , and we can’t know the identity of this person.

It was late at night and the disciples of Yixiang Peak were guarding the surroundings of Ouyan Villa. Not to mention Zhang Xiaohua escaping into the alchemy room on the top of the mountain above them, it was this black shadow that invaded the villa as if entering an uninhabited land, and did all these inconvenient things. They also don't know about the well-known hands and feet. It has to be said that this is a great irony, a kind of irony for the inner disciples of Chuanxiang Sect.

The sun rises in the east, and the warm sunshine shines into the small house, reflecting the bright window. Qiu Tong's closed eyes moved slightly, and he immediately woke up, looked at the already bright house, and looked at Ou Yan, and stood up to close the window. Covering it, he unconsciously muttered to himself: "I remember closing the window last night, but why was it blown open by the night wind?"

Then, she turned off the lights in the room, walked to the bed, and carefully tucked Ou Yan's quilt. But when her eyes fell on Ou Yan's face again, she felt a "thump" in her heart, and she quickly rubbed her eyes. Looking carefully again, his face was full of panic and confusion: "This... this... the lady's face was still slightly rosy when I saw it last night. Now... only... just one night, why is it like this?" So...could it be that the paleness of the past few days was...a return to the light?"

Qiu Tong obviously lost his sense of control. Seeing Ou Yan like this, it goes without saying that his condition must have worsened. How could he control his emotions? Thinking about the hope he had been filled with over the past few days, it was as if it had been extinguished by cold water. The hope immediately turned into tears and fell down.

I don't know how long I cried when I heard a surprised cry: "Sister Qiutong, you... what are you doing? Could it be... Miss, she..."

Listen to that familiar voice, isn't it Zhang Xiaohua who comes every morning?

When Qiu Tong heard this voice, it was almost like the sound of nature. She turned around and faced the source of the voice, which was crying and mourning: "Xiao Hua, Xiao Hua, come and take a look, Miss...she looks so ugly."

Hearing Qiu Tong say that Ou Yan's face was ugly, Zhang Xiaohua felt relieved. He had escaped from the underground. Even when he saw Qiu Tong crying there, he thought Ou Yan had...

"Oh, Sister Qiutong, don't worry. As long as the young lady is still alive, I...I will definitely save her." These words were tough, but the tone was hard to be tough. After all, Zhang Xiaohua is not a so-called Miracle doctor.

"You... come and see." Qiu Tong pulled Zhang Xiaohua's sleeve and dragged her towards Ou Yan's bed.

Zhang Xiaohua did not dare to neglect, and his spiritual consciousness was immediately released. Before he could even observe, he immediately noticed that Ou Yan's vitality was passing faster than yesterday.

"Eh? What's going on?" Zhang Xiaohua was very surprised. It had been stable for several days in a row. Even when it came yesterday, it was normal. Why did it suddenly change today? Immediately, Zhang Xiaohua transferred her true energy into Ou Yan's meridians and circulated them in a circle, then placed her fingers on the meridians, listened carefully, and found nothing unusual.

"Is there no change in the body? The acupuncture points on the head are also sealed, shouldn't there be any changes?"

Zhang Xiaohua couldn't figure it out, so she had no choice but to invade Ouyan's Niwan Palace with her spiritual consciousness. Ouyan's Niwan Palace was pitifully small. Zhang Xiaohua's spiritual consciousness scanned it all at random, but there was nothing strange about it. "This..." Zhang Xiaohua was a little confused. He had not found the source of the disease. He only relied on Zhenqi to seal the acupoints to prevent Ou Yan's life flow. At this time, the life flow was accelerating, and he... didn't know where to start.

"Xiaohua...Miss...how is she?" Qiu Tong looked longingly at Zhang Xiaohua, the only savior.

Zhang Xiaohua was extremely embarrassed and said sheepishly: "Sister Qiutong, please wait a moment, let me see if I can remedy the situation."

After saying that, he mobilized his true energy and pointed a few more points on the acupuncture points on Ou Yan's head. He replenished the acupuncture points that he had touched before. However, within his consciousness, the passage of life was slightly slower. A little bit, the effect is not as obvious as the initial acupuncture.

"This..." Zhang Xiaohua was already pondering in her heart. Needless to say, this method of sealing the acupoints with zhenqi no longer had much effect.

"How?" Seeing Zhang Xiaohua stop, Qiu Tong asked quickly.

Zhang Xiaohua smiled to herself and said: "Fortunately, Sister Qiutong, there is no big problem for the time being. The young lady's face is pale. She has been sick for many days and her body is weak. Wait... wait a few more days, I will give the elixir Once you get it and take it, you should be fine."

"Is that so..." Qiu Tong hesitated: "You...where did you get your elixir? Why...it has been so many days and you still haven't..."

"Miss...Miss, she is so weak, I don't know...if she can hold on...can you...get the elixir quickly?"

Zhang Xiaohua also felt extremely helpless. If he was facing an enemy, he would not have used all his means to throw them at the opponent, but this... happened to be a condition that could not find the root cause. He could only watch Ou Yan with anger. Time goes by, I have some magical powers, but nothing useful.

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