The leader of the Zhao clan is not low in internal energy, so why can't he hear Chu Yang's words?

He looked overjoyed and said hurriedly: "Yes, yes, my Chihuo Sect has not only a thousand but also hundreds of books. They are all ancient books that are hundreds of years old and cannot be found outside. If the Ninth Princess takes action to cure me, I can

Open the door and let the Ninth Princess and the Fourth Young Master read it one by one."

The collection of centuries-old ancient books has made countless people in the world flock to it. If they can take a few glances and learn some advanced martial arts, they will feel that they will have no regrets in this life.

Not to mention that the Red Fire Sect has a lot of influence in the world. If Nanli can directly dispatch the Red Fire Sect, it will undoubtedly be a great help to her.

Sect Master Zhao is now full of confidence.

He firmly believed that no one could refuse this offer.

But Nan Li said: "Fourth brother, the palace also has a lot of books. If you want to see them, just go and get them."

Chu Yang heard what Nan Li meant and didn't force it.

At the same time, a trace of compassion arose in my heart, and I couldn't bear the look in Zhao Lingfu's eyes.

Sect Master Zhao's heart trembled, and he secretly felt that something was not right: "Ninth Princess, what do you want, I, the Chihuo Sect, will do it even through fire and water, I just ask you to be merciful and save my daughter."

Nan Li shook her head gently: "If I had a fate with her, even if I didn't take any money, I would treat her illness and prolong her life. But she has no fate with me. Master Zhao, I really can't do anything."

Sect Master Zhao was anxious, his voice was trembling a little, "How could that be possible! Ninth Princess, she was saved by you in Kyoto earlier, doesn't it prove that you two are destined for each other?"

Nan Li said seriously: "But the fate is too shallow. Besides, she is about to expire. Even if I prescribe medicine for her, when the time comes, she will die due to other reasons. The life span of mortals is destined by heaven. If you insist on it,

If you change your destiny against nature, you will only hurt yourself and bring disaster."

Sect Leader Zhao looked in a daze.

He understood the meaning of Nan Li's words, but when he turned around and saw his daughter's dry little face, he chose not to understand.

He choked and said: "Ninth Princess, even if she hurts herself and brings disaster, I will..."

"Daddy!" Zhao Lingfu shouted suddenly, but she was too excited and her little face turned a little pale. "My daughter knows that she is seriously ill. It is a blessing from God that she can live to this day. If dad can do this for me,

If something happens, my daughter will not be able to rest in peace even if she dies."

Upon hearing this, Sect Leader Zhao closed his eyes, tears welling up in his eyes.

Over the years, he has experienced disappointment.

Unexpectedly, this visit to the Ninth Princess would have the same result.

"Ninth Princess, I'm sorry to bother you today." Clan Master Zhao was the leader of a faction after all. He quickly put his mind into order and said goodbye.

Although the Chihuo Sect is only two days away from Kyoto, Zhao Lingfu’s body cannot withstand the fatigue. Nan Li thought for a moment and asked Sect Leader Zhao to wait while she prepared and refined two pills.

So that Zhao Lingfu can feel more comfortable on the road.

Sect Master Zhao thanked him again and again.

The maid also brought the ginseng soup, and Chu Yang asked Zhao Lingfu to drink a few more sips. If it was not enough, there was still more in the kitchen.

"Thank you." Zhao Lingfu's voice was weak and she quickly lowered her head.

Until she followed Clan Leader Zhao back to the Kyoto Branch of Crimson Fire Clan, her ears were still red.

When Young Master Zhao saw them coming back, he couldn't wait to greet them and asked, "How is it? Is the Ninth Princess willing to take action?"

The reason why they approached Ninth Princess was simply that the Xiongfeng Dabu Dan was so powerful that even the doctors in their sect couldn't help but praise her after seeing it.

Sect Master Zhao shook his head and sighed: "There is nothing the Ninth Princess can do."

Young Master Zhao gritted his teeth and said: "How can you be helpless? I heard that the emperor was in poor health after being plotted by the Qi State. It was the Ninth Princess who prescribed elixirs, and the Emperor's health improved greatly. Could it be that the Ninth Princess thought that I, Chihuo Sect, was a gangster?

The sect thinks we are of little use, so that’s why they refuse to take action?”

The implication is that Nan Li is just looking at the dishes!

Sect Master Zhao's expression changed: "Shut up, the Ninth Princess is not such a person!"

The Ninth Princess also specially refined elixirs for them. No matter how much money he tried, the Ninth Princess refused to accept it.

Zhao Lingfu also said: "Brother, this is my fate. A Taoist priest had approved my fate before, saying that I was born with a bad destiny and that I would not live to be sixteen."

"Don't talk nonsense, brother will definitely think of other ways to make you live a long life." Young Master Zhao said hurriedly.

He is just such a sister, he has always taken good care of her and treated her like jewels.

Zhao Lingfu smiled, but she looked quite weak, "I believe in brother."

She was aware of her physical condition and had no hope.

Fortunately, with the two pills from the Ninth Princess, she felt much more comfortable on the way back to Chihuomen.

It's just that Zhao Lingfu's body was too exhausted, and the two pills couldn't replenish her vitality. When she returned to Chihuomen, her whole body was wilted, and she was asleep for ten of the twelve hours a day.

With.

Sect Leader Zhao invited many doctors, and they all said the same thing, so that they could prepare for Zhao Lingfu's death.

Sect Leader Zhao was even more sad and haggard, and his whole body had lost weight.

Even so, he still cheered up and started to select the best coffin and shroud for his daughter. He even invited several Feng Shui masters to check the layout of the burial place.

His wife had been suffering from illness when she was alive, and he must let her go more comfortably after her death.

Young Master Zhao has other plans.

Inside the room, a Taoist nun was wearing a red and black robe, with slightly protruding cheekbones, raised eyebrows, and sharp eyes.

Behind her stood three little Taoist priests, either with spiritual pouches on their waists, Bagua mirrors hanging on their waists, or peach wood swords in their hands, looking very imposing.

"Taoist Chang Ying, what are the horoscopes of these people? Can they marry my sister?" Young Master Zhao asked.

Changying put down the paper in his hand and said: "Your sister's celestial body is in the uterus. The lunar yin is in the uterus. The lunar yin turns into Ji. These men's horoscopes are either too soft or too strong. If you marry your sister, it will have bad effects on her fortune in the next life.

Harmful rather than beneficial.”

Young Master Zhao looked gloomy and said, "But now, we can only find so many people."

His sister is about to die. These men agreed to marry his sister because of the power and wealth of the Red Fire Sect.

Even so, he could not let his sister marry poorly.

Changying shook his head gently:

"The young master didn't understand what Pindao meant. My sister's three souls and seven souls are all weak, so she will be born with deficiencies and be riddled with diseases in this life. After she dies, she may not even be able to walk through the underworld."

"That's why Pindao proposed earlier that your sister should get married to someone with a strong soul. With the couple's oath, he can support your sister through the road to hell. Your sister will not have to waste time or be bullied by other ghosts. She will be safe and sound.

After walking along Huangquan Road, cross Naihe Bridge."

She said it so straightforwardly that Young Master Zhao finally understood what she meant.

He was shocked, "The groom is going to die too?!"
Chapter completed!