8mi Chapter 3583
Chapter 3583
"That Gu Fenghua is lucky. He was accepted as a registered disciple by the emperor Qingqiu. I don't know it's Gao Xiang who has been burning for several generations in his previous life."
"Thanks to her good luck, she has such strong support, otherwise she will fall into Xia Yiwen's hands. Even if she doesn't die, I'm afraid that life is worse than death."
"Xia Yiwen is also used to domineering. She has no eyesight at all. It's not good to provoke anyone, but to provoke her head. Isn't that asking for trouble?" In the other yard, two young people were talking about what happened just now.
"Shh As he passed the inner room, a young man at the door hissed and made a silent gesture to them.
They realized that they were a little overjoyed and quickly shut up and walked over.
"Still awake?" They asked the young man in a low voice.
The young man didn't answer. He just nodded and motioned for them to see for themselves.
Looking inside through the door, they saw a young man lying on the sickbed in the middle of the wing room. His features were pretty, but his eyes were closed, his face was pale, and he looked haggard.
An old man with white hair and beard is sitting in front of his couch. He takes out a holy pill and feeds it into his mouth. Then he slowly stabs out a silver needle. At the same time, he gently twists the tail of the needle to inject holy Qi into his body.
There was an old man standing beside the sickbed. He looked very dignified, but his face was full of anxiety.
For a long time, the old man stopped and took the silver needles one by one.
"Master Du, can I be saved?" The dignified old man couldn't wait to ask.
"Master Qi, please forgive me for my helplessness." The old man, known as master Du, pondered for a moment, finally shook his head and said with a long sigh.
Hearing such an answer, Lord Qi's body shook and his face looked sad.
At the door, several young people also looked gloomy.
The old man known as the Lord of Qi is Qi zongwang, the Lord of Jianding sect. The young man lying on the bed is Duanmu Qingming, the most beloved disciple of the Lord. He is also the young Lord of the sect. If there is no accident, he will be the next Lord after his death.
Originally, according to the Lord's idea, after the cloud competition, Duanmu Qingming will be formally established as the young Lord. The clan has already begun to prepare for the ceremony of accession to the throne, and has written an invitation to invite other clan elders to the Jianding clan to observe the ceremony. Who knows that Duanmu Qingming was seriously injured at this juncture. When the Lord rescued him, he would not save his life.
Because he was on the way to Chengyun Valley at that time, the LORD was afraid of delaying his injury, so he had to bring him along.
On the way here, the Lord invited famous doctors all over the way, but they had nothing to do with Duanmu Qingming's injuries. In front of him, master Du was the 19th famous doctor the Lord asked back, and the same result was achieved. Look at this, Duanmu Qingming is mostly completely hopeless.
Although Duanmu Qingming youth's success is unavoidably arrogant and disliked by other disciples, the disciples of Jianding sect still feel sad to see their young master injured like this.
"Master Du, is there really no way?" Qi zongwang took a deep breath and asked reluctantly.
"Please forgive me for not being proficient in learning skills. Lord Qi would like to invite another master." Master Du said apologetically.
"Who is it and who is it? My jiandingzong and he are not at odds!" Qi zongwang was gnashing his teeth in a dull voice, and he could almost spray fire out of his eyes.