Chapter 159: Heavenly King Heart Pill

The cold moon is in the sky, and the moonlight is far away.

Many points of firefly light floated down from the Jade Maiden Peak.

Upon hearing the alarm that their leader had been captured, the Huashan disciples, holding a lantern in one hand and a sword in the other, were walking quickly on a thousand-foot-long rope.

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Zhang Yu leaped five feet away and stood in front of the two men.

"Leave him alone, you can go!"

The girl in green skirt supported Yue Buqun, who had lost too much blood and was in a semi-faint state.

She shook her head and said, "If it were you tonight, I wouldn't be able to keep you here."

Zhang Yu slowly drew out the Falling Moon Sword and said, "Get out of the way!"

She put Yue Buqun down, took two steps forward, and let the sharp edge of the Falling Moon Sword press against her neck.

"I will pay for Hua Jian's life on behalf of my father. I will pay for my father's debt. I will exchange my life for his. Is this okay?"

Yue Lingshan looked sad and her tone was almost pleading.

Zhang Yu felt a little reluctant. The girl who loved to wear green dresses was always carefree, but his arrival seemed to bring the grudges, hatreds, love and hate dilemmas in the world of martial arts to her in advance.

He had thought that sooner or later the two would come into conflict because of their identities.

I just didn't expect it to be so sudden and so tragic.

Zhang Yu sighed softly, "Lingshan, perhaps we shouldn't have met that night in Hengshan."

Yue Lingshan had tears in her eyes and whispered, "I'm sorry."

When we first met, it was also a moonlit night, but compared to now, it was a completely different world.

They were silent when they heard a slightly mocking voice.

"Why, you can't do anything to the little beauty?"

The man in black robe walked out of the darkness, stepping on the moonlight, with a cold smile on his beautiful face.

Lan Hao looked at him with a smile: "I'll help you!"

Without waiting for Zhang Yu to answer, Lan Hao raised his palm and pretended to slap the girl in the green dress on the forehead.

"Brother Lan!"

Zhang Yu sheathed his sword and hurriedly stepped forward, standing between the two of them and pulling Yue Lingshan behind him.

Lan Hao glanced at the girl in the green dress and chuckled, "Look how anxious you are."

Zhang Yu said: "The murderer must pay with his life. This matter has nothing to do with her."

Lan Hao nodded slightly, then walked towards Yue Buqun, his eyes cold and his right palm raised quietly.

At this moment, another voice sounded out of nowhere.

"Mr. Lan, keep your word. I promised to save Hua Jian, so you should let Yue Buqun go."

The voice was neither far nor near, neither high nor low, and no one knew where it came from.

Zhang Yu looked up.

Those Huashan disciples who had rushed over were still far away halfway up the mountain, only two or three miles away. At the other end of the stone bridge, where he had placed his flower sword, there stood a figure. In the moonlight, the outline of the figure could be vaguely seen, and it looked like Feng Qingyang.

He was looking at the hillside where he was, and his gaze seemed to be able to penetrate the darkness.

Lan Hao dispersed the Qi floating in his right palm, snorted coldly, and said: "Don't look at it, the old guy is just being mysterious, he is warning me, it's just a thousand-mile sound transmission, if you have enough internal strength and a few tricks, you can do it too."

Zhang Yu frowned and said, "Brother Lan, what's going on?"

Lan Hao smiled and said, "Life for life."

Upon hearing this, Yue Lingshan looked up at Lan Hao. "Life for life?"

"Feng Qingyang agreed to save Hua Jian in exchange for you not killing Yue Buqun, that's all."

Lan Hao glanced at Yue Buqun, who was lying half dead on the ground, and then looked at the girl in green skirt who was protected by Zhang Yu, and urged: "Anyway, I am not included in the agreement. How about I kill Yue Buqun for you? For you, this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity."

Upon hearing this, Yue Lingshan hurriedly walked out from behind Zhang Yu, stood in front of Yue Buqun, and looked at the two of them nervously.

Zhang Yu heaved a sigh of relief: "Since Mr. Feng has agreed... we should keep our promise and let him go."

Yue Lingshan stood on the hillside and looked at the Feifeng Bridge below. Two figures walked across the bridge, but the man never looked back.

Over there on the stone bridge.

Feng Qingyang took out a black stone bottle from his sleeve. The bottle was rough and very ordinary.

A pill was poured out from the black stone bottle.
It is the size of a longan, golden in color, and has no smell at all.

Zhang Yu asked, "Is this the Heavenly King Heart-Nourishing Pill?"

Lan Hao said: "No."

"That…"

Lan Hao looked at the pill and was also a little tempted. He said unhappily, "When it comes to good things, the Ox Nose can't compare to the old bald donkey."

Feng Qingyang chuckled and said, "Little Brother Zhang, this is the Great Huan Dan. It was taken out by Fang Zheng when he went to Kunlun Mountain thirteen years ago. The two pills they had were used long ago. That old monk was shameless. He shamelessly came to ask for it a few years ago. But it's unreasonable to ask for something back after giving it away."

Tianwang Buxin Dan is only effective in connecting the heart meridian.

The Dahuan Pill is said to have the magical effects of bringing the dead back to life, cleansing the meridians and marrow, and improving martial arts skills. What's even more amazing is that it has no side effects, and is considered a treasure in the eyes of people in the martial arts world.

Every Dahuan Dan that ended up in the world had caused a bloody storm.

Although the Shaolin Temple has preserved the recipe for the elixir, it is unable to collect all of the extremely rare main ingredients. It has been sixty years since the Dahuan Pill was made. The only few pills in stock were passed down to Fang Zheng by the previous abbot.

After Hua Jian took the Dahuan Pill, his face turned rosy and his breathing became steady in just a moment, but he was still unconscious.

Feng Qingyang looked at Zhang Yu and said, "Her injuries are indeed very serious. This Da Huan Dan can only temporarily maintain her heart meridian. After that, the master will need to use his true qi to stimulate the power of the medicine and connect her meridians one by one. If she wants to recover completely, it will take at most half a year, or at least three or four months."

Zhang Yu immediately bowed and begged, "Mr. Feng, please save him to the end. I will send him to the west."

Feng Qingyang thought about it, nodded and said: "I have a secret place for cultivation in Huashan. If you trust me, hand her over to me. In half a year, I will return you a restored flower sword."

Zhang Yuxi said, "Thank you, Mr. Feng."

Lan Hao glanced at Feng Qingyang and felt that this old guy had ulterior motives, which were most likely aimed at Zhang Yu.

However, there are only a few Grandmasters and Half-Step Grandmasters in the world. Except for Feng Qingyang who is bored to death, most of them are leaders of a faction. It is definitely impossible for them to spend half a year in seclusion for Hua Jian to heal his injuries.

Zhang Yu took one last look at the unconscious Hua Jian, and the three of them parted ways at the bridge, each going their own way.

A moment later, people from the Huashan Sect arrived at Feifeng Bridge.

Ning Zhongze looked at the traces of fighting on the bridge with a solemn expression. She had no idea that so many masters had come to the foot of Mount Hua, including the evil cult members and the old man with the word "Qing" in his name.

"Shan'er, you said that person's name is Feng Qingyang?"

"Correct."

"Was it Senior Feng who persuaded the evil cult villain not to kill him?"

"That's how it should be."

Yue Lingshan looked at the bloodstains on the stone bridge and was obviously very depressed.

Linghu Chong looked at the sword marks on the bridge railings and pillars, and excitedly stretched out his hands to gesture in the air.

Ning Zhongze sighed. After this incident, his senior brother's newly stabilized innate energy completely dissipated, and his innate inner strength cultivation became a dream bubble. Not only his body, but also his mind suffered a severe blow.

"Fortunately, his life was not in danger, which is a blessing in disguise."

(End of this chapter)

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