Drunk Immortal Gourd

It was not until Qingyang helped rescue Duanmu Fei and his sister, and Duanmu Zhong sent Duanmu Fei and his sister to a safe place, that he remembered that there were still many low-level cultivators in the Duanmu family, so he organized them all to come over, hoping to play a role.

Although this group of low-level cultivators did not help, they became the last straw to drive Ximen Ying and others away. Seeing these people coming, Duanmu Song finally breathed a sigh of relief and asked: "Duanmu Zhong, are the young master and the young lady safe?"

"Don't worry, old man, I have arranged the young master and the young lady in a safe place, but they are restricted and cannot move for the time being." Duanmu Zhong replied.

Duanmu Song nodded and said, "The ban is easy to solve. Just send them to me. In addition, the protective formations inside and outside the City Lord's Mansion must be restored as soon as possible to avoid being exploited."

With Duanmu Song, the old man of the Duanmu family, everyone has a backbone, and things are quickly arranged. Some go to transport Duanmu Fei's siblings, some disperse around to clean up the ruins, and some follow Duanmu Zhong directly to restore the protective formations of the City Lord's Mansion.

After arranging these chores, Duanmu Song turned his head and looked at Qingyang, smiling: "Fellow Daoist Qingyang, this time you saved my Duanmu family by yourself. You are really a great favor to my Duanmu family. Please wait for a few days, Fellow Daoist Qingyang, I will definitely give you a surprise."

Qingyang knew that the Duanmu family had just had such a big thing, and they would definitely not be able to spare their hands for a while, and Duanmu Song was seriously injured and needed to be healed as soon as possible. His idea of ​​discussing the Yuandan technique with him would definitely not be realized in a short time, so he could only wait a few days.

Qingyang had no hope for the surprise Duanmu Song mentioned. He had already cleaned the treasury of the Duanmu family and found nothing that made his eyes light up. What could surprise him in this remote and desolate Wucheng Island?

Qingyang nodded lightly, said nothing more, and turned directly to the small courtyard where he lived. When Qingyang's figure disappeared in the distance, Duanmu Song suddenly spurted out a cluster of blood, and his whole body softened, and he collapsed to the ground.

Duanmu Tong, who was next to him, was startled and hurriedly helped Duanmu Song up, exclaiming: "Old man, what's wrong with you?"

It's not that Duanmu Tong was making a fuss, but that Duanmu Song's changes were too big. In the blink of an eye, Duanmu Song seemed to have aged by dozens of years, with pale and withered hair, cloudy and lifeless eyes, and layers of wrinkles full of gray and decayed breath, like a candle in the wind. Anyone who saw it would think that this was a dying person.

Duanmu Song opened his eyes with difficulty and said, "I fought with Ximen Ying to death before, and repeatedly stimulated my physical potential, which consumed too much vitality. Don't make it public, so as not to disturb others." Duanmu Tong understood that now that the enemy of the Duanmu family had just left, it was a time of panic. If there was a slight change, an accident might happen. If Ximen Ying and others knew about it, they might come back to kill them. How could the Duanmu family resist at that time? Duanmu Tong looked around and saw that no one noticed this side, so he lifted Duanmu Song and walked towards a nearby courtyard. Qingyang returned to the courtyard where he lived, and he didn't go out for a while. While practicing, he reviewed the Yuandan techniques he had learned before, and his life was quite fulfilling. Qingyang knew that the Duanmu family had a lot of things to do recently, and knew that the other party could not take care of him in a short time, but he never thought that this delay would last for nearly a month. Now Qingyang couldn't sit still. Could the Duanmu family have forgotten him? The time of a cultivator is also very precious, and it is impossible for him to waste all his time on Wucheng Island.

Qingyang relies more on pills for cultivation, and the spiritual energy from the outside world only plays a supporting role, so Qingyang has no special requirements for where to cultivate. It’s just that the hundreds of Yangyuan Pills prepared before have been used up on the spiritual ship. If it weren’t for some Yuandan techniques used to refine Yangyuan Pills in the Duanmu family’s treasury some time ago, Qingyang would have run out of pills long ago.

A dozen Yangyuan Pills can’t support it for long, and there is no place to replenish them here. Once the pills are used up, the cultivation will fall into a stagnant situation. Qingyang decided that if no one from the Duanmu family came after three days, he would leave directly and talk about the pill technique later.

Fortunately, the people of the Duanmu family did not forget Qingyang. Two days later, Duanmu Tong came to Qingyang's residence and bowed to Qingyang respectfully, thanking him for saving his life. Then he said, "There have been too many things these days, and I have neglected Daoist Fellow Qingyang. Now my old master, the young master, and the young lady are waiting in the main hall of the Duanmu family. Please move forward, Daoist Fellow Qingyang."

The Duanmu family was so respectful that it was somewhat beyond Qingyang's expectations, but he did not say much. Instead, he followed Duanmu Tong out of the yard, then walked through several corridors and alleys, and came to a main hall in the middle of the City Lord's Mansion.

Duanmu Song had been waiting at the door of the main hall, and standing next to him were Duanmu Fei and his sister. After not seeing each other for a month, Duanmu Song's injuries have improved a lot, but the whole person is much older than before. How to say it? Although Duanmu Song was sick in the past, he still looked like he had a foundation. Now Duanmu Song, although he is no longer sick, he seems to be hollowed out.

In fact, when he left last time, Qingyang had already seen a clue, but he didn't point it out intentionally. At that time, he was obviously holding on for a breath. In fact, his whole body was seriously injured, and it was unclear whether he could recover. Now it seems that my judgment at that time was relatively accurate. Duanmu Song looks like this now. On the surface, he is still a foundation-building monk. In fact, the whole person has been ruined, leaving only an empty frame. He cannot exert 100% of his strength. 20%, and the lifespan is not long. If you suffer a slight blow, you may die at any time.

Seeing Qingyang, Duanmu Song forced a smile on his face, cupped his hands and said, "I've been waiting here for a long time. Fellow Taoist Qingyang, please come with me. Duan Mu Tong, just stay at the door and don't allow anyone to approach." Main hall, no matter what happens, you can’t disturb us?”

Duan Moutong seemed to have known for a long time that the old man would arrange this, so he nodded, and then moved his body sideways to block the entrance of the main hall.

Qingyang was a little surprised. Duanmu Song was so solemn. What on earth was he going to do? Could it be that they are thinking too much about themselves? It shouldn't be possible, Duanmu Song has been destroyed, and everyone in the Duanmu family combined is no match for him. To attack him would only be self-humiliation. So there is only one explanation for why the other party is so careful, it is that he has something relatively confidential to say.

At this time, Duanmu Song had already entered the main hall with Duan Mufei and his sister. Qingyang had no worries in his heart, so he also entered the main hall.