Junior sister, she reached the pinnacle of life by picking up rags

After Yan Yun gave the money and the Xuanling Stone to Xu Rong, he went back satisfied.

She and Lu Li stayed in the city temporarily. They observed for three days and left only after making sure that nothing was wrong.

They headed towards Kyoto, and gradually placed the remaining six or seven sub-disks in cities large and small.

Duocai watched Yan Yun's value continue to increase in the background. Although the increase was not high, it was actually increasing.

Well, it admitted that picking up scraps was somewhat rewarding.

Because the rags she picked up were not only really useless, but through identification, she also made a lot of unexpected gains.

Some small tasks were basically completed before they were released.

After they placed the last sub-plate, they prepared to go home.

"Host, don't rush back. Go south now."

Duocai's voice appeared in her mind, causing Yan Yun to pause. Then she looked at Lu Li and said, "You go back first. I have something to do."

Lu Li nodded, "Then be careful."

This city is thousands of miles away from the original Qilian City, so it doesn't snow here and it is much warmer. She flew south on her sword and saw a lot of greenery.

Duocai guided her straight into the mountains. She was high in the sky and looked down. She saw a few houses hidden among the mountains surrounding her.

"Okay host, you go down."

She came down through the clouds, the whistling wind brushed past her ears, and entered the deep mountains. The feeling of natural beauty came over her. The top of the mountain was surrounded by wisps of mist, making it a little hazy.

As she went further down, the smell of blood became more and more obvious. Could it be that someone was robbing treasure? Was Duocai trying to get her to pick up the spoils?

With doubts in her mind, she landed not far from the houses.

"Host, this is not the right place. You are going the wrong way."

Duocai reminded him, but the smell of blood at the tip of his nose made Yanyun want to go in and find out what was going on.

She approached the house and was surprised to find three large characters "Yanyue Sect" engraved on the huge rock in front of the door.

These three words have their own style, adding a sense of ethereality to the mountains.

There were several soft whimpering sounds of children coming from inside the house. When she gently pushed open the half-closed door, they were frightened and took several steps back, looking at her stubbornly and fearfully.

There was a strong smell of blood at the tip of his nose. The front yard was in a mess, with light bloodstains in many places. The blood color on the khaki ground ranged from light to dark. There were several children aged seven or eight, some of them were ordinary people, and some were practicing Qigong, the highest of which was only at the second stage of Qigong.

They knelt on the ground surrounding a seriously injured man, tears streaming down their faces.

"I'll fight you!"

A little boy wiped away his tears fiercely, waved his fist with red eyes and hit Yan Yun.

"I am not a bad guy."

Yan Yun easily immobilized him. She moved to their side and wanted to check the man's injuries.

They looked at her warily, fearful and helpless.

His Dantian was shattered, his meridians were cut off, and a large amount of spiritual energy leaked out of his body. He was already in a state where he was exhaling more than inhaling.

They wanted to stop her from going forward, but seeing that she didn't look like a bad person, they hesitated for a moment and blocked the man tightly.

"Please save our master"

The oldest girl looked at Yan Yun, who was about the same age as her. After thinking for a moment, she knelt down and begged her without hesitation.

She didn't know if the person in front of her was a good person, but she didn't know what to do.

Yan Yun felt a little complicated. She raised her hand to lift up her bent knees, and then channeled her spiritual power into the man's body.

But it was of no use, as much as she put in came out.

So she began to want to help him repair his meridians. She carefully wrapped the meridians all over his body with her spiritual power, but it would always dissipate and disappear in the end.

Yan Yun saw the hope burning in the eyes of these children out of the corner of her eye. She was touched for a moment, yet also a little helpless, even though she knew in her heart that he could not be saved.

She tried again and again to repair the man's meridians.

Finally, accompanied by a slight cough, bright red blood continued to flow out of the man's mouth. Yan Yun quickly stuffed him a pill to stop the bleeding.

The pill melted in his mouth, and the man's face was as pale as moonlight. He forced himself to open his eyes, a little stunned, as if he didn't expect that he could wake up.

His eyes were a little nervous as he searched for the children's figures. When the virtual shadow became real, he saw a strange, friendly face in front of him.

"The master is awake!"

The children were paying close attention to his condition, and when they saw him finally open his eyes, they all cried with joy.

"you are?"

Fang Jiuru's voice was almost breathless. He sighed, and he didn't know where he got the strength to hold down Yan Yun's hand that was still trying to transmit spiritual energy. "I'm going to die. Thank you, little girl."

"Master, you will not die. You said you would lead us to revive the sect, and you said you would not abandon us!"

The girl who wanted to kneel down just now cried so hard that her eyelids were red and swollen. She was the one with the highest cultivation among the group of children. At the same time, she also understood that the fact that the sect leader could not be saved was in front of her, and she was unwilling to believe it.

Yan Yun was a little at a loss, and the feeling of powerlessness made her feel uncomfortable.

Fang Jiuru sat up with the help of the children. He looked at Yan Yun and his eyes suddenly brightened.

He raised his hand towards Yan Yun, and in his palm was a light green ring with three circles shaped like tree branches. The spiritual energy it exuded was even more intense than the treasure that Duocai wanted her to find.

"This is a personal space. It is the treasure of our Yanyue Sect and has been passed down from generation to generation among our sect masters."

Yan Yun had a vague idea of ​​what he wanted to say, and lowered his eyes to politely refuse, "I might..."

"Now I am willing to give it to you, and I only ask that you can protect these children for ten years."

Fang Jiuru knew that he was making things difficult for others, and felt deeply helpless. He frowned and almost couldn't breathe, "Only ten years."

Yan Yun looked at his sad and powerless eyes, then looked at those children, and it was difficult for her to say no.

"Host, don't agree to him. You are still a child. How can you raise so many children?"

Duocai saw that she was softening her heart and hurried to dissuade her.

"it is good."

She still took the spiritual ring.

Duocai had expected this to happen, and he felt helpless. He could only comfort himself that it would be good for the host if he exchanged it for a portable space ring every ten years.

"Thank you little girl."

Fang Jiuru used his last breath to erase the mark of the spirit ring, which was undoubtedly another heavy blow to him.

His eyes were faintly broken, and he looked at these children who were holding their breath, and worriedly told them, "Listen carefully, you must listen to her, you can't fight, you can't disobey."

His words came to an abrupt halt, and the light in his eyes completely disappeared.

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