Chapter 246

"Lord of the temple." Aware that he was staring at by many eyes, Mo Qingge was a little uncomfortable, "what are you staring at the little girl for? Do you think I look like your old friend

In the hall, some elders began to sigh: "this is too much like a saint!"

"Yes, I almost thought it was the virgin who woke up..."

"What's the relationship between this girl and our saint?"

Shangguanjing was indifferent: "what's your name?"

"Mo Qingge."

"Mo Qingge!" Hearing these three words, shangguanjing opened his eyes. He was as surprised as he heard the news of an explosion.

This name, this name

"What's the matter?" Mo Qingge's eyebrows were slightly frowning, but he was blinded by his reaction.

Heard his name, as for such a big reaction?

"Nothing." In turn, shangguanjing immediately recovered calm, "I think this name is familiar."

Mo Qingge murmured in a low voice: "it's really puzzling..."

Why do people here say that she looks like the saint of Qiyun temple?

Are you the daughter of their saint who has been separated for many years?

But it's impossible. My mother has been dead for many years. She and her brother saw the body with their own eyes.

Think of here, Mo Qingge in the mind just gave up that idea.

"Mo Xingchen and Yintong are your brothers?" Shangguanjing then asked.

"That's right." Finally, she thought, she got to the point.

"Sinomeni has just explained to you what happened to the two young masters." Shangguanjing's attitude is very gentle, "little girl, don't worry, since we lost the Qiyun hall, I will find a way to help you find it!"

"You're welcome." Shangguanjing immediately ordered, "Three Dharma protectors, four Dharma protectors, you take three teams of people to search for the whereabouts of the two young masters in Dongdu. Remember, don't let go of them in every corner!"

"Yes

"In this way, I will trouble the Lord." Mo Qingge said thanks with a smile.

She thought to herself, it's better to have the power of snow palace to help her find someone than to look for a needle in a haystack.

"Girl, I will try my best to find the two young masters in the snow hall. How about staying in the snow hall for a few days?" Shangguanjing's tone was slightly deliberative.

"The Lord of the temple... Is there anything else to ask for?" Mo Qingge seems to have heard his implication.

Otherwise, what do you want her to stay for?

"Ha ha ha." Shangguanjing a smile, "can't see, little girl is quite smart."

"Say it?"

Then shangguanjing went straight to the point

"I've heard that you've treated a patient with asthenia in the lower mainland. Is that true?"

"Why?" Mo Qingge didn't admit it or deny it.

"The saint of our race also suffered from this strange disease, and she is still unconscious until now." Shangguanjing then explained, "girl, if you can save the life of the saint, you are the nobleman of our whole Qiyun hall. I can offer you as guest Qing!"

Mo Qingge said with a noncommittal smile: "the Lord of the temple has killed me. Qiyun palace is a family of alchemists. They have nothing to do with the disease of the saint. As a country girl, I can't guarantee that there must be a way."

She didn't want to be too nosy.

However, at least now, she still relies on the Qiyun hall to help her find people. She has to give some face.

Hearing this, shangguanjing's eyes brightened: "so, do you really have a way to save the saint?"

"I didn't say for sure." Mo Qingge shook her head and quickly denied, "why don't you let the little girl go to see the saint's condition and make a final conclusion?"

She didn't see the real situation. She didn't dare to talk big.

"Good, good!" Shangguanjing agreed and got up, "I'll take you myself!"

Although the girl's words may not be believable, the saint has been sleeping for many years, and the alchemists in the clan are helpless.

It's better to take a chance than to do nothing.

"Please

Mo Qingge had no choice but to smile, so he had to follow and sighed a little.

"Yunran." She asked in a low voice, "how about the clan gate of Qiyun hall?"

"It's said to be of very good character." Yunran replied truthfully, "but we demons never communicate with the Terrans, so I don't know exactly."

Mo Qingge nodded thoughtfully.

If you don't know the root and the bottom, it's better to have more than one heart.

The goddess of Qiyun hall lives in Shuiyue hall. The environment is quiet. There is a large lake with beautiful and quiet scenery.

In other words, the whole Qiyun hall is peaceful and peaceful, as if it is in peace with the world.

"Lord of the temple." The guards outside the inner hall saluted one after another. When they saw that the Lord of the hall had brought several more people, they were not moved.

For so many years, the Lord of the temple often brought doctors to cure the saint, but the result was the same every time.

So they don't have much hope.

Push open the door, light sandalwood came, refreshing.

The furnishings in the inner hall are very simple. There is only a bed with a curtain. There is a screen in front of the bed. You can't see the appearance of the people on the bed at all.

This saint is quite mysterious.

Beside the bed stood a tall man in purple. He had thick eyebrows, starry eyes and a nose. His delicate facial features were exotic. He looked like he was in his early twenties.

With cold eyes, he stares at Mo Qingge warily and points out:

"Father, is this the new doctor?"

"Feng'er, don't be rude. This is Qingge girl. She's here to see a saint!" Shangguanjing scolds coldly.

Then, he turned around and introduced: "Qingge girl, this is Xiaoer, Shangguan Feng. He has always been open-minded. Don't worry about it."

"No Mo Qingge is too lazy to bother with him.

"Oh." Shangguan Feng snorted coldly, with a slight sarcasm in his tone, "can a xuanwang cure the saint's disease by lowering his hand? Can any dog or cat be a doctor these days? "

Between the lines, there was contempt.

Over the years, my father invited so many hermits and experts, but they could not cure the saint's disease. Now he is in a hurry to go to the doctor. Has he even found this kind of humble hand?

"Maple!"

Shangguan Feng didn't think so. He looked down at Mo Qingge and said, "Hey, if you come here to cheat me, get out of here as soon as possible. Don't disturb the rest of the saint aunt!"

Four eyes are opposite, Mo Qingge is neither humble nor arrogant, and the corners of his lips are slightly crooked, showing a faint smile: "young master, don't make a big noise here, be careful to disturb your saint aunt's rest!"

"You..."

"All right, maple." Shangguanjing black face, scold shangguanfeng way, "Qingge girl is I finally invited, don't you speak rudely, with her apology!"

"Father, why should I?" Shangguan Feng was dissatisfied“ I'm telling the truth and doing nothing wrong. "

"Enough!" Shangguanjing interrupted him, "apologize quickly, don't talk nonsense!"