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Chapter 66 Qingxiao

Chapter 66 Qingxiao
Mo Ruyan left Prince Wu's Mansion and failed to find the familiar young man in Lai Yang's house.

She asked people nearby and found out that Lai Yang was heading towards North Street.

Mo Ruyan walked along the street looking for someone until she stood on the snow-covered bridge and saw the figure of the young man she missed from afar.

Mo Ruyan then discovered that Lai Yang did not go home, but came to the largest blacksmith shop in Beijiang City.

After the two talked for a while, Lai Yang's face showed an obvious expression of regret, then he took back the sword and walked back.

Mo Ruyan stood on the bridge and looked at him quietly, watching him walk back.

Lai Yang's gaze fell on the bridgehead, and he happened to see a beautiful figure in green standing on the bridgehead, and his steps paused slightly.

"Like smoke."

"Lai Yang, you're back."

Mo Ruyan straightened her clothes, reached out to tuck her slightly messy hair behind her ears, and a gentle and charming smile appeared on her face.

Lai Yang nodded, walked up to the bridge, and asked, "Why are you here?"

"I, I didn't see you at Prince Wu's Mansion. I came out looking for you." A hint of shyness appeared on the girl's tender face. She said frankly, "What are you doing here? Your sword..."

Lai Yang shook his head and said calmly, "The force used in this fight was too strong, and the sword couldn't withstand it and broke. I wanted to see if I could repair it."

"You look a little lost. Can't fix it?"

"Well, it can't be fixed."

"I'll give you a sword when we get back."

"it is good."

Lai Yang and Mo Ruyan walked side by side on the way back.

Snowflakes are floating between the sky and the earth, as if covering the earth with a layer of silver gauze.

After Mo Ruyan and Lai Yang parted ways, she returned to the Wuwang Mansion to find Mo Shenjun and asked, "Dad, does our Wuwang Mansion have any good swords? I want to give it to Lai Yang as a gift."

"A good sword?" Lord Mo hesitated for a moment before answering, "Since it's for Xiao Yang, who saved my life this time, I can't be stingy. I do have a treasured sword hidden in my mansion. It's one of the five famous swords of the Great Yan Dynasty: Qingxiao, once painstakingly forged by Master Ouyang. I originally wanted to use this sword to win over a master who has reached the level of a Half-Step Sword Master, but unfortunately, he didn't accept my offer. Since Xiao Yang needs it, you can take it."

Hearing this, Mo Ruyan was overjoyed, and a happy smile appeared on her pretty face: "Thank you, Dad."

"Why are you being so polite to Dad? Come on, I'll take you to get the sword."

"Yeah, Daddy is the best."

For dinner, Lai Yang went to Prince Wu's mansion for a banquet.

In front of Mo Shenjun and Yan Chengyun, Mo Ruyan gave the Qingxiao Sword to Lai Yang.

The moment he picked up the sword, Lai Yang realized the extraordinary nature of the Qingxiao Sword. There seemed to be a mysterious aura fluctuation on the sword body.

Compared to his broken old sword, it is completely not on the same level.

This sword may be able to withstand all his current strength.

Lai Yang didn't act pretentiously. He directly accepted the Qingxiao given by Mo Ruyan and said thank you to the three of them.

Afterwards, the four of them happily finished their dinner at the table.

That night, in Lord Mo’s room.

Lord Mo sat cross-legged on the bed, his expression sometimes ferocious and sometimes painful, with cold sweat on his face.

At this moment, a strange aura was faintly emanating from his body, which seemed to erode and devour his sanity and occupy his body. Strong resentment and desire to kill emerged in his heart.

Lord Mo is using his martial arts skills to suppress the strange aura in his body. He doesn't want to turn himself into a walking corpse that only knows hatred and killing.

He has to stay conscious and live, as he still has unfinished business.

However, those strange auras were like maggots in the bones. Although Lord Mo could suppress them temporarily, he could not completely expel them from his body.

If this continues, he will sooner or later become like those Silver Armored Army soldiers who died in the depths of Fallen Dragon Mountain.

Fortunately, in order to cure the poison of the Heart-Erosion Pill in Lai Yang's body, the Prince Wu's Mansion has been secretly sending people to inquire about the news of the legendary doctor Hua Saituo over the past year.

And just recently, they had found the whereabouts of Hua Setuo and sent someone to invite him.

If we were to ask who else in the Great Yan Dynasty could deal with the strange aura around him, it would probably only be Hua Saituo, who was known as the 'miracle doctor' in the martial arts world.

In the following days, every night, prisoners would die tragically in the prison of Beijiang City.

Finally, everyone waited for Hua Saituo to enter Beijiang City.

There were only Hua Saituo and Mo Shenjun in the room.

Everyone else was kicked out of the room, including Yan Chengyun and Mo Ruyan. After a thorough diagnosis, Hua Saituo sighed and asked, "May I ask if Your Highness has ever entered the depths of Fallen Dragon Mountain?"

Lord Mo understood the principle of keeping illness secret and avoiding medical treatment, so he nodded. "A few days ago, I was ambushed and plotted against by a villain, and was forced to stay in Fallen Dragon Mountain for some time. May I ask, divine doctor, how can I be cured of this illness?"

Hua Saituo sighed and bowed, saying:

"The aura within Fallen Dragon Mountain is an extremely sinister and evil aura called Jiaolong Sha."

"The conditions for the formation of this evil are extremely harsh. Not only does it require an extremely gloomy place, but it also requires a fourth-grade or higher dragon to die with hatred."

"The blood of the dragon nourishes the extremely yin land, and coupled with the lingering resentment of the dead dragon, it is possible that this terrifying dragon evil will eventually form."

"Once a mortal is possessed by the dragon's evil spirit, ordinary medicine and stone are useless."

"Unless there is a powerful immortal who is willing to dispel this evil for the prince, please forgive me for being powerless and unable to help the prince break this difficulty."

Upon hearing this, Lord Mo's expression froze, his face gradually darkening as he said in a cold voice, "Is there really no other way?"

Hua Saituo hesitated for a while and said slowly:
"I have a method that may help Your Majesty suppress the Dragon Evil, but it will not last more than a year."

"The suppressed dragon evil will erupt completely in a year. If a solution is not found before then, the prince will be killed by the dragon evil within his body, becoming a walking corpse controlled by the dragon evil, knowing only to kill."

Lord Mo did not hesitate. He had felt that he could not suppress that strange aura for much longer.

He was clear in his mind whether to choose to die in a year or to die soon.

Lord Mo said decisively, "Please, Divine Doctor, suppress this evil spirit for me."

"I have one more thing to tell Your Highness. From now on, Your Highness must not practice cultivation rashly, otherwise there is a risk of causing the evil spirit to erupt prematurely. Your Highness must remember this." Hua Saituo said in a serious voice.

Upon hearing this, Lord Mo's expression remained unchanged and he nodded silently.

Seeing this, Hua Saituo said nothing and took out silver needles from his medicine box and arranged them.

"Then let's get started right away."

Although the conversation between Hua Saituo and Mo Shenjun was quiet, Lai Yang outside the house could still hear it clearly.

Lai Yang knew that there was a strange aura in Lord Mo's body, but he was helpless about it.

Now Hua Saituo suppresses the evil spirit in Lord Mo's body, but it can only last for a year at most, and he cannot use his cultivation easily.

You have to know that with the current situation of Beijiang City, if he can't use his cultivation, how can he resist the attack of the Great Yan Dynasty?

Lai Yang's hand subconsciously touched Qingxiao on his waist.

At this point, there is no other way.

I hope that there won’t be anyone from the immortal sect behind the Great Yan Dynasty.

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