Then, Xia Yu, regardless of the change of other people''s attitude, always stayed by Qingxue, who had a weak breath and didn''t know when he might die, looked at each other with great care and said nothing.

    Even when Zhang Heng on one side saw it, he couldn''t help admiring it in his heart.

    This is the real companion.

    This is the real good sister!

    Tea Kung Fu, the clear snow on the stretcher and the vitality of the body have begun to dissipate obviously.

    Even many martial artists who have not become brave can''t help noticing the changes in Qingxue. Looking at each other''s waxy yellow and gray face and each other''s pale and cracked lips, everyone, even those with the worst eyes, can realize that the fire of Qingxue''s life is rapidly dissipating.

    If you can''t get good treatment in, the death of Qingxue is a certainty.

    Xia Yu on one side naturally noticed it, but he didn''t know the medical way. Therefore, he could only look at it obediently on the other side, but he had no choice. The look in his eyes was extremely anxious, but he didn''t know what to do and what he could do.

    Suddenly, as if she had made up her mind, she stood up, lowered her head, took a deep look at the ugly sunny snow on the stretcher, gently bit her lips, then turned around and walked towards the door without looking back.

    Others saw Xia Yu''s behavior and didn''t know what she was going to do for a while.

    Just now she was very concerned about Qingxue. Now the other party is dying. Why does she suddenly want to leave again.

    Isn''t she going to accompany each other on the last trip?

    Or does she have something else to do.

    Soon after the rain left the hall on the second floor, I saw an old man and a young man walking into the hall on the second floor.

    The old man is an old man who looks like a shrimp with a bent body.

    However, it is strange that the old man''s face is not wrinkled, but a healthy ruddy.

    With the old man''s silver hair and long beard like snow on his chest, an old fairy with crane hair and young face appeared vividly in front of everyone.

    Well, the premise is that people don''t pay attention to the old man''s rickety body like shrimp and his bony hands like chicken feet outside his sleeves.

    The old man''s breath is dignified, but long.

    Many people feel that the old man''s vitality and death exist at the same time, and are almost equally vigorous.

    On the right hand side of the old man is a young man who looks ice and snow smart.

    The boy looks only eleven or twelve.

    He combed two sheep horns on his head, a pair of apple like round faces, two big eyes shining, and turned around with the crowd. He seemed not afraid of strangers at all.

    The young man held the old man''s right arm and followed the old man''s slow but symmetrical steps into the hall.

    The young man and the old man looked around at the crowd.

    When the old man saw Huang Gong at the head of the hall, he saluted him with a fist, then smiled, revealed a mouth of snow-white teeth that looked stronger than young people, and said, "old man, Yang immortal, I''ve seen Huang Gong."

    "I don''t know what''s urgent for Huang Gong to find the old man to come to Huangyang restaurant?"

    Huang Gong listened to the words of old man Yang undead and immediately stood up solemnly. In fact, Huang Gong stood up the first time old man Yang undead entered the hall.

    "If you want to ask an old miracle doctor to treat a patient, please ask the old miracle doctor to look at someone''s face. Don''t refuse."

    The old man Yang Bu die listened to Huang Gong''s words, nodded and said, "since it was Huang Gong''s order, the old man will not refuse."

    But as soon as Yang Budie''s voice fell, he found that the boy around him had loosened his arm, turned and walked to Qingxue on the stretcher. The curtain looked up in a flash.

    A moment later, the boy suddenly shook his head without expression, as if he felt that there was nothing he could do.

    Then the boy seemed unwilling.

    He suddenly stretched out his hand and explored the nose of sunny snow. After exploring the nose of sunny snow, the boy shook his head quietly again.

    But at this time, the look on the boy''s face was a little dignified, and he couldn''t see the look of the newborn calf not afraid of tigers when he first entered the hall.

    After talking about Qingxue''s breath, the boy stretched out his right hand again, held Qingxue''s wrist pulse, closed his eyes slightly, explored, then released his right hand and bit his head again.

    This time, his face had become a little ugly.

    Huang Gong and others on one side did nothing after seeing the arrival of Yang undead, but watched his grandson busy, as if the real miracle doctor in Huangyang town was not Yang undead himself, but his grandson.

    Seeing this, there was nothing on the faces of Duke Huang and his subordinates. Eric Yaoting probably estimated Duke Huang''s face. Although he didn''t personally take action against the immortal Doctor Yang invited by Duke Huang, he entrusted his younger generation to take action when Qingxue was in danger to help Qingxue explore her condition and cure her disease. However, due to Duke Huang''s face, There was no change in the look on Eric Yaoting''s face.

    The general heads of Beihai escort agency and Zhang Heng already looked a little unhappy.

    Although they are on guard with Mr. Yudi and his disciples, Mr. Yudi and his disciples are the guest Qing of Beihai escort agency after all.

    Now Qingxue is in danger. The so-called miracle doctor Huang Gong is looking for is so out of tune. How can they be happy?

    At this time, they saw that the 11-year-old boy was like an adult. He solemnly opened Qingxue''s eyes and eyelids and looked at them. Finally, his face became extremely depressed. Finally, he stood up and shook his head solemnly to his grandfather Yang undead and the leader Huang Gong, and then said: "She is not the one you want to treat?"

    The boy stretched out his hand and pointed to the clear snow on the stretcher.

    "Are you kidding?"

    "Invite us from so far away and let us help you heal a dying man?"

    Huang Gong listened to the young man''s words, looked at Yang immortal''s face, reluctantly smiled and said, "what does little childe mean?"

    "The old man doesn''t quite understand."

    "Mr. Huang wants to hear that Yang''s excellent medical skills are connected with God, there are people of life and death, and the excellent medical skills of flesh and bones."

    "Is there any disease that Doctor Yang can''t cure well in this world?"

    Hearing Huang Gong''s words, the 11-year-old boy didn''t have the slightest timidity. In a childish voice, Lang Lang said, "medicine can''t cure disease. Buddha is destined for people."

    "This man''s condition, vitality has been broken, and he is terminally ill. Even if Da Luo Jinxian comes, there is nothing to do."

    "Huang Gongde has high hopes. Don''t embarrass me and my grandfather."

    While talking, he suddenly saluted Huang Gongshen and bowed to the ground.

    Huang Gong listened to each other''s words. For a moment, he didn''t know how to answer each other.

    After all, what the other party said is a natural truth, and he doesn''t know how to deal with refuting the other party.

    At the same time, Xia Yu, who left Huangyang restaurant, was like a clever and fast deer. In a twinkling, he had rushed into an insignificant inn nearby.

    Then he ran straight into a room in the inn.

    In the room, there was an exquisite and elegant attic. The curtain in front of the attic hung low, covering all possible directions.

    This is Mr. Yudi''s attic.

    Mr. Yudi didn''t live in Huangyang restaurant.

    As soon as Fang entered the room and closed the door, Xia Yu banged and knelt on the ground without hesitation. He began to knock his head against the exquisite and elegant attic, but he didn''t say a word.

    Bang Bang

    The heavy and monotonous sound kept ringing in the room.

    Xia Yu''s kowtow strength was so great that the whole small inn began to tremble because of her change.

    The innkeeper looked at his own Inn with a frightened face. He was afraid that the inn that had stood for many years would collapse in his own hands, making him a black sheep of zizong''s family.

    He begged his grandpa and grandma repeatedly and secretly prayed that his inn would not collapse.

    Xu Jiu, in the attic of the Inn room, finally a voice came out.

    A swift and distant sweet flute sounded.

    The flute is asking Xia Yu, who is kneeling on the ground for a long time: "do you really want to save Qingxue?"

    When Xia Yu heard the sound of the flute, he raised his head slowly and looked at the attic with the curtain down in front of him. He was stunned. After confirming that he had heard correctly, he immediately nodded without hesitation. Then he thought that the people in the attic could not see his nod, and then he said anxiously: "Yes, I am willing to save elder martial sister Qingxue. Sir, please keep her alive anyway."

    "If Qingxue can not die, the disciple is willing to bear all the consequences."

    Hearing Qingxue''s words, the moment when the attic sank, followed by a short and pleasant flute, sounded again: "do you know what you''re talking about?"

    Qingxue listened to the voice in the attic and showed a determined look on her face. Her hands hidden in her sleeves were tightly held together and said without hesitation: "the disciple knows that the disciple is willing to agree to what Mr. said before."

    Hearing Qingxue''s words, in the exquisite and elegant attic, the Short Flute sounded again without stopping: "in this case, swallow this thing."

    As soon as the voice fell, the curtain in front of the attic opened automatically without wind, and then a strange thing of direct length had flown out of it.

    The thing really seemed like a phalanx and a wrench. The hall was warm, crystal and white jade.