In the luxurious suite on the top floor of the cruise ship, a beautiful woman with a haggard face lies in the bedroom.

In the living room outside the bedroom, Zhou Changying nervously waited for the old man in Tang suit who had just consulted his wife to give a diagnosis.

Seeing this, Zhao Wuji, who was with him, ordered: "Changying, go and make two cups of tea."

After Zhao Changying responded and left, Zhao Wuji's eyes showed a hint of worry and said, "Old Ning, why not speak out."

Ning Daoyuan, wearing a blue Tang suit, frowned and sighed: "Brother Zhao, your niece-in-law is really terminally ill. Even if he uses the secret "Eight Needles of Hua Er" from my Ning family to rescue him, he can only extend his life for several months."

Ning's family, a foreign medicine student, has been acquiring the Taoist practiced by medicine for thousands of years, and has enjoyed a reputation in both martial arts and law practices.

Ning Daoyuan of Ning family has become a priest in medical skills who is already in the elixir. It is not because of his strength in the province, but because of his transcendent medical skills.

At this moment, even the saint of medical skills claimed that it was impossible to treat, and Zhao Wuji felt a sense of powerlessness and frown.

"Old Ning, there's nothing I can do?"

Ning Daoyuan stroked his beard and said with a serious expression: "Unless my Ning family ancestor takes action personally, or find a life-extending pill at the Yishi Immortal Palace level, there is no other way to survive."

Although Ning Daoyuan said two ways, Zhao Wuji's expression did not change at all, but instead became more and more helpless.

Eighteen years ago, the ancestor of the Ning family claimed to be closed to death, saying that he would not reach the realm of the human king, so he would rather die on the way to retreat.

This alone has eliminated Zhao Wuji's intention to ask the ancestor of the Ning family to take action to save people.

As for getting the Life-Sustaining Pill at the Yishi Immortal Palace level, it is even more impossible.

What is the Immortal Palace of Yishi? It is a mysterious existence that even Zhao Wuji only had one chance to touch, let alone the life-sustaining pill in it.

That was no longer something that could be measured by money. Just six years ago, for three return pills produced from the Immortal Palace of Changbai Mountain, it attracted more than ten lifetimes of people, and more than a hundred casual cultivators in the martial arts world broke out in a fierce battle, killing and injuring nearly a hundred people.

How could Zhao Wuji get such a treasure?

At this moment, Zhao Changying, who was just sent to make tea by Zhao Wuji, rushed out excitedly with tears on his face.

With a "plop", I knelt in front of Ning Daoyuan, not knowing what the pain was. I hit the ground hard and kowtowed, saying, "Senior Ning, I beg you, I must have other ways to save my wife. Think about it again, I beg you. As long as I have, I can give you anything, and I can agree to you any conditions."

Looking at Zhao Changying who was crying bitterly, Zhao Wuji felt unbearable, and once again pulled down his old face, clasped his fists and said, "Old Ning, maybe there is something you didn't think of?"

Ning Daoyuan and Zhao Wuji have been in love for decades. After racking their brains, they finally squeezed out a harsh treatment plan.

"There is another way, maybe a try..."

More than ten minutes later, Ning Daoyuan had already left.

In the room, Zhao Changying wiped away the tears and expressed his opinion to Zhao Wuji: "Uncle, this hidden shot will be so grand. Senior Ning proposed to find the rescue candidates he would definitely find."

Zhao Wuji frowned for a while and sighed, "Hope."

For an ordinary person like Zhao Changying who is ignorant of cultivation, it is really difficult for Zhao Wuji to explain to him how difficult it is to find the rescue candidate Ning Daoyuan asked for.

"Uncle, this is my personal half of my life savings, and I have not had any money in the clan."

Zhao Changying handed a information bag to Zhao Wuji, which contained various real estate deeds and bank account information.

As the number one person sent by the Zhao family abroad, Zhao Changying's personal assets are undoubtedly an extremely huge wealth. Even if it is worth tens of billions, it will be less said.

"As long as Xiangjun is saved, these can be rewarded."

......

In the room, Zhou Changqing looked at her baby niece wearing a lilac puffy skirt, bright red high heels, and put on some light makeup. She couldn't help but tease her: "Shuishui, uncle, you have never liked makeup since you were a child."

Zhou Luoshui pouted and said playfully: "Second uncle, you are all old almanacs. They are all nineteen years old. If you don't dress up, you will get old."

"It seems that you get along well with Xiaoyou Chu." Zhou Changqing looked at her baby niece lovingly and smiled.

"Are you referring to me inviting him as a male companion to attend a dance together?"

Zhou Luoshui said proudly: "Pokémon is actually quite easy to get along with, not as scary as you said in your second uncle."

"Okay, okay, you're good."

Zhou Changqing didn't argue, but just reminded: "But today's casino incident has proved that Xiaoyou Chu may cause a lot of noise wherever he goes. He boarded the boat with us. At the dance party at night, you have to watch out for him and don't make any more trouble."

"What can happen to a dance party?"

Zhou Luoshui didn't take it seriously, but remembered the "Chu" napkin left to her by Chu Muchen, and immediately ran back to his room and showed it to Zhou Changqing and said, "Second uncle, this is what he left for me. He said that when I need help in the future, I can use this to find him to help."

"oh?"

Zhou Changqing couldn't help but lit up his eyes and took them over and took them carefully.

Chu Muchen's words exuded a sense of unrestrained aura, and contained a hint of vague arrogance.

Just one glance, Zhou Changqing, who was quite knowledgeable about calligraphy, attracted all his attention by the word "Chu", and it took a long time to recall it.

"Good words, good mood!"

"The word "can be seen as a human being, this little Chu is really a human being."

"Shuishui, you still need to keep this thing well. You may not be able to use it for a day." Thinking of Chu Muchen's background identity, Zhou Changqing ordered.

Zhou Luoshui tilted his head and smiled, "Uncle Second, I will accept it if you don't care. This is the strangest gift I have ever received. Although it looks very cheap, it is fortunately new."

While talking, the little girl carefully folded the square scarf and put it in her arms.

The bright moon rose on the sea, and it was night, and Chu Muchen appeared on the deck on time.

"Brother Chu, I'm here."

Zhou Luoshui, who was dressed up, saw Chu Muchen appearing from afar, jumping and laughing, and never thought that she, who had never been used to wearing high heels, staggered halfway through and sprained her ankle.

Chu Muchen hurriedly came forward, helped the little girl up, frowned and said, "Why are you so careless?"

The injury was very serious. In the blink of an eye, Zhou Luoshui's fair left ankle became much swollen. Not to mention attending a dance party, it even became a problem to walk.

The little girl bared her teeth and endured the pain, "Small injury, it's okay, let's go." As she spoke, she wanted to support her standing up.

"Don't move." Chu Muchen gently pressed Zhou Luoshui's shoulder and touched the swollen ankle with his right hand.

"What are you going to do?"

Zhou Luoshui has never been so close to men in her life. The moment her ankle was locked, her pretty face turned red for no reason and she struggled a little.

What kind of cultivation is Chu Muchen? Zhou Luoshui's struggle is undoubtedly a mayfly shaking the tree for him.

He did not give any response, but just ran the "Da Luo Xingchen Art" and spit out a ray of green air in his palm, slowly sending it into Zhou Luo's swelling and painful ankles.

Immediately afterwards, Zhou Luo was edema like a steamed bun, and the swelling was reduced at a speed that could be seen by the naked eye.

The little girl who was grinning in pain just now felt a wonderful cool feeling coming from her ankles, and the pain disappeared in an instant.

"Wow, is it swelling?"

"This is too unscientific. The internal strength of your martial arts practitioners can cure external injuries. It's so magical!"

Zhou Luoshui has a certain understanding of the circle of cultivators, and he thought Chu Muchen used his internal force to heal his wounds.

But if a martial arts master is present, he will definitely tell Xiao Nizi that you are thinking too much. Although internal strength can heal, it will not be effective immediately.

What's more, internal force can be used to treat internal injuries, but this kind of operation is not available for treating external injuries.

This wisp of green energy is one of the thousands of mysterious evolutions of the Daluo Star Chronicle, called "Wulu True Yuan".

Achieve great success in cultivation will have the effect of the flesh and bones of life and death. If it weren't for the magic of healing everything with the "unleaved true essence" back then, Chu Muchen would probably not have been able to reach the Nine Star Supreme step, and died due to his excessive injuries in countless disasters.

Although Chu Muchen has only achieved the Xuan Realm cultivation level and the "leakless true energy" in his body is extremely limited, it is more than enough to cure swelling and painful ankle for Zhou Luoshui.

[Winning up early in the morning, the sun is so beautiful, the second chapter is updated on the weekend, and the third chapter is still there~]
Chapter completed!