Chapter 2771
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Ya Shuang smiled with satisfaction, and her hands gently stroked the Chinese harp in front of her.
Her slender fingers gently plucked the strings, and a melodious sound flowed out.
Soon, a faint purple light emitted from the Chinese harp and enveloped Lin Shaocong.
Lin Shaomin wiped away her tears and knelt beside her brother, watching the scene nervously.
Ya Shuang was playing an ancient song as beautiful and elegant as the setting sun.
Wisps of spiritual power brushed past Lin Shaomin's thin and fragile body like a gentle breeze.
Then, Lin Shaocong's pale face gradually began to turn red.
His originally skinny limbs seemed to have been injected with fresh flesh and blood, becoming plump and strong little by little.
Lin Shaomin was overjoyed to see this scene.
The humiliation that she had just suffered was completely forgotten.
The cultivators who were waiting for the other saintesses to treat couldn't help but look over and exclaim in admiration.
"It's said that Mu Le Pavilion's [Frost, Snow, Wind, Moon, and Cloud] is the best at treating internal injuries with music. I didn't believe it before, but now that I've seen it with my own eyes, I really can't help but be amazed. This is simply like bringing the dead back to life!"
"Saintess Ya Shuang is indeed good at treating internal injuries, but the other four saintesses also have their own strengths. Especially Saintess Ya Yun's ability to assist on the battlefield. I heard that she is second only to the saintess in Mu Le Pavilion, and even the elders praise her! "
Ding –!
However, just as everyone was talking about the melodious music in full swing, a sudden noise interrupted the smooth performance of the Chinese harp.
"What … what's going on? Why was Saintess Ya Shuang's performance interrupted? "
Ya Shuang suddenly raised her head and looked angrily in Mu Yan's direction, "Who are you? Did you eat a bear's heart or a leopard's gall? How dare you interrupt my performance! "
Mu Yan grabbed a small stone in her hand and casually tossed it into the air. She chuckled, "Sorry, I didn't want to be rude to the saintess. But if I didn't interrupt your performance, this child would have been crippled by your treatment. "
Lin Shaomin quickly got up and went to Mu Yan's side. She called out nervously, "God Jun?"
She didn't understand. Her brother's meridian atrophy was about to be cured. Why did God Jun interrupt the saintess?
In this way, didn't her previous efforts and forbearance go to waste?
Mu Yan smiles and pats the little girl's shoulder, saying warmly: "Don't worry, I will save your brother."
Lin Shaomin was stunned. Her lips moved, but no words came out.
Miss Jun was a powerful sword cultivator, but she did not know any medical skills.
If Little Brother missed this opportunity, his cultivation career would most likely be over.
But for some reason, when she heard Mu Yan say these words, her heart surged with an instinctive trust.
Just like in Fusang City, everyone thought that the sky of this hellish cage was unbreakable, but a young girl told them that she could bring them to pierce through this sky, and then they really did.
Ya Shuang didn't expect that there would be someone in the Horton Tribe who dared to be so disrespectful to her and even question her medical skills.
Instantly, he flew into a rage and stood up abruptly. "I dare you to say that again!"
Mu Yan slowly walks to Lin Shaocong's side and crouches down, grabbing his wrist.
Then she looks up at Ya Shuang, "Your treatment method is wrong. This child still has a chance to recover, but after being tormented by you, he can only be raised like a medicine jar, which is equivalent to a cripple. Even if you ask me to say it a hundred times, the answer will be the same. "
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