Chu Fan quickly changed his clothes, shoes and socks.

After inhaling a lot of spiritual energy, he washed it from the inside out, and he did not eat food, so his body was very clean. There was no smell of sweat, no dust, and no need to take a bath.

Liu Ruofei did what she said.

After one stick of incense, the five aunts came in one after another, holding basins, bronze mirrors, towels, combs and other items.

Mr. Chu sighed to the sky and accepted his fate.

But their skills are really good. After just a cup of tea, the old hen turns into a duck when his eyes blink.

A handsome young man from the world appears in the mirror.

White clothes are like snow, and eyes are like bright stars.

The peach heart phoenix pendant was hung close to her neck, covered by the collar, and no one could see any trace.

Because this thing has been hanging on the chest of beautiful sister, Chu Fan's heart was shaking when he put it on, and he always felt that his tentacles were smooth and smelled a faint fragrance like orchids and musk.

Liu Ruofei walked in.

The heavy makeup was cleaned, revealing a beautiful and childish face. Seeing the god Chu surrender to the clutches of the aunts, showing a very depressed look, and bent her back with a smile.

She brought two things.

A small silver-white sword scabbard should be specially made of good size, and is closely matched with the small sword originally inserted in the bamboo tube. The hilt is decorated with golden silk fringes, the sheath carved with a roaring tiger, and a buttonhole is also made, which can be used as a small decoration to hang a belt.

A blue dragon jade pendant is the size of a child's palm.

Liu Ruofei took action by herself, hung the dragon pendant on Chu Fan's left waist, hung the small sword on his right waist, took three steps back and admired it, clapping his hands like a little girl, and said proudly: "The left green dragon, the right white tiger, the evil spirit Piyi."

When Chu Fan saw her happy, he felt warm and could not help.

"This Qinglong Jade Pendant is passed down by Ruo Fei's ancestors, and can withstand the full blows of cultivators in the realm of the God-Merge..."

Chu Fan was startled and said:

"You should keep it yourself to defend yourself. The ghost cultivator I met last time was only consecrated, so it's so dangerous..."

Liu Ruofei shook her head and said with a smile:

"Its defense effect on ghost cultivators is worse... If Fei is too weak, it will be useless to carry it. If someone fails to hit a single blow, he can hit two blows. As a formation master, he will lose his strength when fighting with others. Besides, this is a man's ornament, which is big and heavy, and it will be ugly when hung on his body."

"Then leave it to your brother, or to your father..."

"No need, they have other magic weapons to protect themselves..."

Chu Fan was about to take off his jade pendant, but he stopped hearing this.

I thought this was a royal palace, and I don’t know how much treasures and magic weapons have been accumulated. Since I have even accepted the other person’s divine breath, why are you still trying to make things worse?

"Young Master Chu, that little sword..."

"Oh, what's wrong?"

Liu Ruofei hesitated for a while, and felt that she would explain it clearly to the "exiled immortal" who knew nothing, and said:

"What you hang is a top-grade flying sword hanging around your waist. Master Tong and I thought for a long time and confirmed that the monk from the Nanhai Sect was found to be stronger than Bai Wuchang that night. The head of the Nanhai Sect, Miaoluo Zhenren, is the national teacher of Ji Kingdom. He is generous and has experienced seven thunder tribulations. But she is a woman and likes to protect her shortcomings the most. The flying sword of the Nanhai disciples is different from that of other schools. It is slender and delicate, mixed with the unique mitr silver of Ji Kingdom.

"Flying swords are the second life for sword cultivators. The sword is in the hands of the people, and the sword is dead. The national teacher mentioned in the secular world is actually a great monk above the realm of rebirth. He can hold his natal flying sword in his body and put it in the spiritual orifice. The monk below the realm of rebirth also hides it solemnly in the sword box, nourishing it day and night, and communicating his mind.

"I have never seen it like you, put it in a mess in a bamboo tube, and just stick it around your waist. It seems like a butcher in the city is holding a sharp knives with a cow ear, hehe... I put a scabbard on the small sword and made a spike of gold wire, and turned into a vulgar small decoration. As long as I don't pull it out and look carefully, no one will know that it is a flying sword in the natal world."

After listening to her, Chu Fan nodded.

It turns out that the little sword has such a big background that it may cause trouble in the future. But if Chu Fan wants to throw it away, it is absolutely unwilling to do so. Even if it cannot fly, it will be as sharp as mud, which is small and convenient. Seeing Liu Ruofei's arrangement, it was exactly what he wanted.

As he climbed the stairs, he asked depressedly:

"Isn't you afraid that I will die of illness and starvation if I don't feed any soup and medicine for ten days?"

Liu Ruofei opened her eyes innocently and said:

"I take my pulse every day and listen to my heartbeat. The blackness on your body fades day by day, and the pulse of your heartbeat is getting stronger and stronger. Why do you still have to feed something? What if you take the wrong medicine?"

The Great God Chu was completely speechless.

Ascending to a floor from the ground, Chunlan and five sword maids greeted each other in the hall.

Liu Ruofei took Chu Fan and walked up to the second floor with slight hands and pushed open a door with her own hands.

A strong fragrance of medicine came out, and two palace maids in the room hurried over to salute. Liu Ruofei waved her hand and signaled them not to speak and to move away from their bodies.

Chu Fan walked in.

A dying woman lay on the bed, with deep eye sockets, pale complexion, protruding cheekbones, blue veins, and amazingly thin.

It was a full moon night, and the spring flowers of Bai Wuchang's sword were stabbed in the Fenshan Mountain in Yangwu County.

Chu Fan still had her impression at that time, with a round face like a red apple. If it weren't for Liu Ruofei's explanation in advance, she wouldn't have recognized the person in front of her. When he was lying underground, he once heard Chunhua and Tong Jin healing on the second floor, but later he didn't pay much attention.

Liu Ruofei's request was actually Chunhua's last wish, and she wanted to see Mr. Yunmeng.

It's that simple.

Chu Fan sat down by the bed and slowly pulled Chunhua's skinny wrist.

Very cool, very cool, the skin is like sandpaper, and the pulse is so weak that it is almost gone.

After staying in an environment with rich spiritual energy for several days, I woke up and breathed and breathed. A little bit of true energy remained in Chu Fan's meridians. I immediately passed into Chunhua's body without hesitation, closed my eyes and felt it.

It's too late...

The signs of life of the important organs in her body have almost disappeared, and the lights are gone.

Even if Chu Fan immediately sacrifices the spiritual crystal that can stimulate the potential of life, it will be useless. Unless on that full moon night, she will immediately rescue her after being injured, there will be a possibility of recovery. Once the organs of the human body die, they will be organic damage and will be repaired irreversibly.

Liu Ruofei arranged spring flowers in the Zhaixing Tower with rich spiritual energy, and used the best imperial physicians and the best medicine, which only delayed the process of exhaustion.

There was a silence in the room, and everyone looked at Chu Fan's expression.

The atmosphere is depressing, heavy and sad.

Stimulated by the true energy, the sleeping Chunhua opened her eyes slightly, but her eyes were distracted. She seemed unable to see the person in front of her, and she seemed to be lying here, but her eyes looked into the void and her lips moved.

The voice was too weak to hear what she was talking about.

Chu Fan heard it clearly, and she was muttering to herself: "I...I shouldn't be dreaming..."

The palace maid who served her covered her mouth with her hands, and a layer of mist was covered in Liu Ruofei's eyes. She watched the good sister leave, but she was powerless.

Chunhua's eyes finally focused on Chu Fan's face, and her pale face turned red. Her fingers trembled as if she wanted to pull her hands back, but she had no strength.

Chu Fan held her cold wrist tightly and continued to inject his true energy.

Chunhua looked at him with shyness on her face.

"Young Master Yunmeng, you are really good-looking..."

Chu Fan grinned and smiled, deliberately lifted his empty left arm and bent it, straightened his chest and abdomen, imitating the bodybuilding style he had shown that night.

Chunhua's mouth curled slightly, and she showed a smile, but the spirit in her pupils was rapidly passing away, and she said softly:

"I'm never tired of watching it, but I'm leaving... so cold... your hands are so warm..."

Chu Fan turned his head and looked out the door.

Liu Ruofei understood and led the palace maids out and gently led the door to close.

Chu Fan wrapped the spring flowers in a quilt and carried them to the window.

The bright sunshine shone on the pale and haggard cheeks, Chunhua slightly burped her head into Chu Fan's arms, and muttered, "It feels so comfortable..."

She is really light, getting lighter and lighter, as if she has no weight...

There is no more sound.

Outside the window, an illusory girl appeared with a round face, a healthy figure, carrying a long sword, and a heroic figure.

She looked at Chu Fan with surprise, joy and shyness on her face. It was as if she saw him wielding his sword like a dragon, showing off his muscles and posing on that moonlit night...

She opened her arms and walked forward, but she seemed to never walk into the window. In the sunlight like golden arrows, her figure quickly faded and disappeared...

She melted in the light...

Chu Fan watched quietly and waved goodbye.

I stood silently for a long time before I took Chunhua back to the bed, tucked the corner of the quilt, and opened the door.

The sun shines into the house, separating yin and yang on the ground. As the door opens, the boundaries between yin and yang blur again.

Liu Ruofei hurriedly walked in, went to the bed and took a nasal breath, feeling sad and choked:

"Chunhua, Qiuyue, Chunlan, Qiuju, Qiuju grew up with Ruofei, and is like sisters. Chunhua is the oldest and over 18 years old. I once told her to get married early, but she refused..."

"Where is her family?" Chu Fan asked.

Liu Ruofei shook her head and said:

"Without family, the palace is their home."

"She wants to see me, it's not a request. If she knew the situation was so serious, I would come up earlier. Alas, she left with a smile, don't be too sad..."

It would be fine if he didn't say it, but after he said it, Liu Ruofei's tears fell down.

Chu Fan stopped and said:

"Buried her and Qiuyue together, so the two sisters have a companion. On the day of the funeral, I will carry the coffin."

Liu Ruofei was silent for a few breaths, without showing any surprise, and said, "Okay, I will send her up the mountain in person."
Chapter completed!