The little daughter of His Highness the King of Hell

Inside Yuning Pavilion
Murong Feng came in a hurry and asked, "Aunt Nan, is Aunt Nan in the room?"

The female disciple Nan Jin who was on duty today hurriedly walked forward and stopped him with her hand, "Senior brother, please stop. The master just returned from Muzhen Mountain for medical treatment at midnight last night. He just took a rest at this moment. It is not suitable to see guests. I hope senior brother will understand."

"What?" Murong Feng was anxious. He just went to Mujin Mountain for medical treatment yesterday? Or did you go at midnight?

Now that we have just rested, it is really not appropriate to ask the teacher to get up, but the junior sister suddenly has a high fever, which is something that cannot be waited for.

He lowered his head and saluted, "I hope this junior sister will go in and tell her that Miaoyuan, the sect master's closed disciple, had a high fever this morning and it is not going down now. I hope the master can give me good medicine to stabilize her condition."

In this way, even if the teacher can't get up, he can still take a rest if he wants.

He didn't ask for much, he just asked for a good medicine to temporarily stabilize his junior sister's condition.

Nan Jin asked back, "Senior brother is talking about the new junior sister Miaoyuan who has joined the mountain?"

He nodded quickly, "Yes, yes, he is the direct disciple of the sect leader."

Nan Jin thought about it, this was indeed a bit tricky. If he were an ordinary disciple, he could just give him some medicine to get rid of it, but now this sick person is the only closed disciple of the sect master.

This is not easy.

"Junior sister, please go and tell me. I just need a bottle of antipyretic medicine."

After all, he was the only closed disciple of the sect master. If something happened and the sect master was finally blamed, her master would not be able to bear the responsibility, and she would not be able to escape the blame.

Nan Jin was silent for a long time, then bowed and saluted, "In that case, please wait a moment, senior brother."

Murong Feng nodded happily, "Okay, I'm sorry to trouble you."

Nan Jin turned around and entered the pavilion. Murong Feng stayed quietly in the courtyard and waited.

The lighting in the courtyard is very good, the sun is shining high, and even the potted medicinal flowers arranged in rows absorb the sunlight. Just one look at it makes you feel relaxed, relaxed and refreshed.

The fragrance of herbs and flowers all over the yard overlapped, and it didn't offend my nose at all. It smelled very good. Even if a sick person comes here, I am afraid he will not reject the smell of medicine and the fragrance of flowers.

After waiting for a while, Nan Jin appeared belatedly in front of him.

"Junior sister——" Murong Feng bowed and saluted.

Nan Jin presented the white medicine bottle in his hand, "Master said, let her brew this medicine and drink it first. If it's not good tomorrow, come here to see her again."

"Yes, thank you, junior sister."

"Senior brother, you're welcome. Master also said that the weather has been getting colder recently, so you need to pay more attention to your health. Don't be greedy for coldness, so as not to let the cold air enter your body and make you sick."

Murong Feng took the medicine bottle and nodded, "Yes, I will take the place of Junior Sister Miaoyuan. Thank you, Master Nankui."

Nan Jin lowered his head and bowed in return, "Senior brother, you're welcome. Please come back, senior brother."

"Farewell." Murong Feng turned and left, walking about ten steps. Before she could leave the small courtyard, her vague voice of complaint could be heard from behind.

"Why are there so many people looking for master recently..."

"The closed disciple of Elder Mu Jinshan Hua was punished with eight lashes yesterday, and today the sect leader's closed disciple has developed a high fever."

"The physical fitness of this new group of disciples who have joined the mountain is really poor."

Murong Feng listened, but his heart was filled with turmoil, and he could not calm down for a long time.

Junior Brother Hanmo, he actually suffered the punishment of eight lashes? !

But Elder Hua beat him...

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Inside Xiaoqi Pavilion
After Miaoyuan drank the good medicine he brought back, she immediately became energetic, "Brother, I'm much better. The medicine given by Master Nan is not only a bit bitter, but it is so miraculous. I feel less uncomfortable in the blink of an eye." .”

The cold and hot symptoms she had just now were gone. Apart from the fact that her body strength had not yet recovered, she felt like her whole body was boiling, warm and comfortable.

Murong Feng lowered his head, still thinking about Han Mo being punished, and seemed not to have heard what she said.

Miaoyuan didn't get a response, so she looked up at him in confusion, "Senior brother, what are you thinking about?"

"Ah?" Murong Feng looked up at her and saw Miao Yuan blinking her bright purple eyes and staring at him without blinking. "What's wrong with you?" Miaoyuan wondered why senior brother came back from a trip to Mr. Nan's place with a sad face.

He coughed slightly and said uncomfortably: "It's okay, I was just thinking about what I said to the master yesterday."

Junior sister is suffering from high fever now and is not in good health. It is better to wait until later to tell her about Junior Brother Hanmo being punished.

"What did you say?" Miaoyuan asked him. Could it be that the master had some new instructions?

"Didn't you ask me to ask Master before if you could continue to practice with me?"

"Is this it?!" Miaoyuan sat upright on the bed, "How about it, master, has he agreed?"

Murong Feng sighed and shook his head, "No, what Master means is that Na Kui Yin is unruly and extremely powerful. I'm afraid I can't discipline him by myself. How can I have the time and energy to discipline you, my junior sister?"

Miaoyuan lowered her face in displeasure, "Master, what are you talking about? I don't need more discipline from you, senior brother. I will cultivate well on my own."

It sounds like she is a stubborn person who refuses to obey discipline. When did she stop obeying discipline and practice skills? He is looking through the crack in the door!
Murong Feng shook his head and retorted to her seriously for the first time: "Junior sister, what the master said is actually reasonable."

"Senior Brother!!"

"You are training with the master, so you are better than me. What's more, you are worshiping the master as your disciple, not me. Although I entered the mountain sect more than 200 million years earlier than you, my cultivation level is much higher than yours, and my magic skills I am also more refined than you, but on the path of cultivation, how can I dare to call myself a master?"

"Okay, okay, I understand." Miaoyuan held her chin, extremely depressed.

Isn't it just to go to the master to practice? She just went there, but she didn't believe that she was so enlightened that she could be embarrassed by the master?
"Ah!" She suddenly covered her face and started wailing. She was just afraid that she would be embarrassed by her master and make him look down on her and scold her.

"Okay, okay, junior sister, it's okay. Master will not be harsh on you."

"Ah...that's not okay. If I don't practice well, master will definitely punish me!!" Her wailing voice became louder in an instant, and the more she thought about it, the more painful she became.

Murong Feng coaxed her amusingly, "Okay, okay, in the worst case, I will intercede for you. When you recover, you can go to the master to practice."

"Really?" She immediately put down her hand, and her face changed in an instant, with a bright smile, "Can I really go a few days later?"

If this fact cannot be changed, then it is always better to delay it for a few days.

Murong Feng smiled and said, "Yes, yes, you have a fever and are sick now, so you cannot infect the master."

"Yes, senior brother is right."

There is no need to see the master's cold face for the time being.

"But after you recover from your illness, you still have to go. We as disciples cannot disobey the master's orders."

Miaoyuan nodded, "Yeah, senior brother, don't worry."

Murong Feng saw that she had taken the medicine and felt comfortable, so he did not stay for a long time. "In that case, you have a good rest. I will leave first. I have to teach Kui Yin the art of cultivation."

Miaoyuan waved her hand, "Okay, senior brother, go ahead."

Murongfeng turned around and left, but after taking a few steps, Miaoyuan behind him suddenly stopped him.

"Brother!"

"I suddenly remembered that I still have something I haven't said to you."

"What?" Murong Feng turned around in confusion. What did she want to tell him?
Miao Yuan's eyes narrowed as she smiled, "It was Orochi who asked me to tell you that he asked you to be careful of Senior Brother Yun Yu from Shakya Demon Island. He has profound cultivation and powerful spells, especially since he has a Ancient artifacts must be guarded against, and the big snake wants you to prepare in advance."

Murong Feng was heartbroken, looking at her unguarded eyes, and for a moment he didn't know whether he should say the words he was hiding in his heart.

Yes, even if Junior Brother Han Mo was angry with him, he did not forget to ask Junior Sister to tell him these words, so that he could be careful about Junior Brother Yun Yu who would compete with him in the future.

Junior Brother Hanmo is so nice, and Junior Sister Miaoyuan is so simple-minded, how could he bear to hide the fact that Junior Brother Hanmo was injured.

"Junior sister..." He hesitated again and again, and finally called her.

Miaoyuan raised her eyes and looked at him, "Huh? Is there anything else you can do, senior brother?"

"Yes, I want to tell you, Junior Brother Hanmo—"