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    Zhao Huaishan gritted his teeth, saw that Chu Yu was coughing more and more, and was out of breath, so he turned around quickly: "I'll go find him!"

    He turned around and was about to rush out.

    However, Lu Xuanming flicked the sleeves of his green shirt: "Wait a minute."

    Zhao Huaishan was blocked, and stared at Lu Xuanming dissatisfied: "Mr. Lu, you"

    "My lord is getting better." Lu Xuanming put his hand on Chu Yu's back and said calmly.

    "Is this getting better?" Zhao Huaishan asked with wide-eyed eyes.

    Lu Xuanming said lightly: "It's getting better."

    "Mr. Lu, you"

    "Ahem, puff!" Chu Yu coughed, and suddenly shot out a bloody arrow.

    Under the bright light, this jet-black blood arrow hit the stone steps of the small pavilion.

    Immediately, a strong stench and coldness spread, causing everyone to frown and hold their breath.

    Zhao Huaishan pressed both palms, and wanted to sweep it out with his palm strength, but Lu Xuanming waved his hand to stop it.

    Lu Xuanming took a step forward, looked down at the black blood, and then looked at Chu Yu who had stopped coughing and was lazily taking out a snow-white silk handkerchief to wipe the corner of his mouth.

    Chu Yu wiped the corner of his mouth, slowly folded up the silk handkerchief, and put it back in his sleeve.

    His face was ruddy and radiant, no longer the sickly gloomy one before.

    Zhao Huaishan asked cautiously: "Master?"

    Chu Yu glanced at the blood he vomited, and suddenly let out a strange smile: "I really didn't expect, ha ha ha ha ha ha"

    "Master?!" Zhao Huaishan's face changed slightly.

    Chu Yu just laughed.

    Zhao Huaishan turned around and wanted to leave: "I'm going to find this smelly monk!"

    "Zhao Huaishan!" Chu Yu squinted at him, "When will you be able to improve and calm down?"

    "My lord, is this smelly monk fooling people?" Zhao Huaishan hurriedly said, "When I saw him, I knew he wasn't a good bird. He was just pretending to be an eminent monk, bah, what is it!"

    Chu Yu shook his head.

    Zhao Huaishan said: "Young master, don't worry, I will take this tone for you, and I will definitely treat him to death. If you dare to trick us into trusting the palace, you will eat a bear's heart and a leopard's guts!"

    "Shut up." Chu Yu sighed and waved his hand: "Shut up quickly."

    Zhao Huaishan was startled.

    Chu Yu said: "I only sigh that my life is miserable. I have suffered for so long in vain. I am so wronged, alas¡ª¡ª!"

    "My lord?" Zhao Huaishan felt confused and looked at Chu Yu in bewilderment.

    Seeing his ignorance, Chu Yu looked naive and stupid, and said angrily: "You will be respectful when you see Fakong in the future!"

    "ah¡ª¡ª?!"

    Chu Yu waved his hands as if giving up, and didn't bother to say more to him: "Mr. Lu."

    Lu Xuanming said indifferently: "Young Master's illness is gone,the Buddha mantra of Monk Fakong is amazing!"

    This scene was beyond his imagination.

    He has been with Chu Yu for five years, tried all kinds of methods to treat him, but nothing worked, and he was helpless.

    But after Fakong recited the Buddha's mantra once, the chronic disease that Chu Yu brought from his mother's womb, and the root cause of the disease that countless imperial doctors and masters were helpless disappeared all at once. This is simply a joke.

    It seems how incompetent they are!

    Zhao Huaishan's eyes widened: "Is that good?"

    Chu Yu suddenly jumped out of the small pavilion, spun around in the yard, stretched his arms, and danced.

    Dance with hands and feet to express ecstasy.

    Everyone knows that he suffers from a cough, but they don't know how much he suffers.

    Every day I have a lifeless cough, and as I get older, the coughing time becomes longer and more painful.

    Every time he coughed, it was like walking through the gate of hell, and every time he felt that he might not be able to survive this time, and he would cough to death.

    He even thought, why not just die like this, don't suffer such torture anymore, die early and be reborn sooner.

    Anyway, I can't live to be thirty years old.

    Every cough consumes one's life, once one coughs, one point of life is lost.

    Just like the mother and concubine, she took countless panacea to survive until now. Although I am a young prince, I am not favored by my father. Without the treatment of my mother and concubine, living past thirty is a long life.

    With this disease, longevity may not be a blessing, but a torture.

    If it weren't for the father, the concubine would have been unable to hold on and chose to end her life.

    The concubine mother was worried that her father would collapse once she was freed, so she gritted her teeth and endured it every day.It is too unfair to be killed if you have supernatural powers in your heart but have no time to use them.

    He was in a good mood, so he broke the routine and didn't go directly to the Sutra Pavilion, but came to Xixin Peak, wanting to play with the two white eagles.

    The scenery of Xixin Peak is still beautiful and green.

    The small animals in the woods are running around, and there are many in the grass. They are the reason that attracts the white eagles.

    The nests of white eagles are often on the highest cliffs, which are beyond the reach of human beings.

    They hover in the sky, their sharp eyes can see any place on the ground, and suddenly they will swoop down, grab a deer or wild boar, and fly to their nests to eat.

    Fa Kongpiao wore a black stone pillar on his body, sat down firmly, and looked lazily at the sky.

    Calculating the time, it should be the time for the white eagles to have their breakfast, twice a day, they all come to Xixin Peak to catch animals.

    Sure enough, a quarter of an hour later, two white eagle figures appeared in the sky.

    Fakong smiled and cast the immobilization spell and rejuvenation spell, just like before.

    After playing for an hour, the two eagles still had no intention of giving in. As soon as Fakong stopped the two curses, they flew into the sky.

    Fakong watched them disappear into the high-altitude clouds, shook his head and sighed.

    After these days of tossing, the two white eagles not only did not feel sleepy, but became more and more handsome.

    The holding spell will make them injured, but they will be healed immediately by the rejuvenation spell, and the cycle of injury and healing will make them stronger and stronger.

    He looked at the clouds where they disappeared, and shook his head with emotion.

    These two white eagles have really been tempered now, and they are becoming more and more tough, and it is impossible to do what they want.

    As the masters of the sky, they are strong and domineering by nature.

    I remember that in the first few days, they had to take revenge after suffering a loss. If they failed once, they would do it again, and if they were unsuccessful, they would continue to do so.

    Up to now, they have understood that revenge is hopeless, so they want to hide and delay the time for foraging.

    But I couldn't stand myself waiting here, even if it was half an hour late, I was still waiting.

    well¡­¡­

    He sighs.

    I am very envious of Ning Zhenzhen Xiaobai.

    Two white eagles will be more fun, more interesting than Xiaobai.

    It's a pity that if you choose the wrong partner, the two masters of the sky will never give in.

    He returned to the courtyard melancholy, and just as he was about to open the courtyard door, Chu Yu came out from the abode opposite.
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