The master of cultivating immortals became a god after regaining her luck.

Chapter 26 Two Souls One

Song Xinwei looked at Mr. Song's slowly frowning and subconsciously stretched out her hand to smooth it for him.

Seeing this, Mr. Song had a smile on his face. He looked at Song Xinwei lovingly, then turned around and continued:

"Later, I was introduced by my old friend and invited a master to see it. He said that Weiwei's appearance is like a lost soul."

"But the masters who have been invited one after another can only see the problem, but can't solve it."

"Until we met an old Taoist priest by chance, it was his actions that allowed Weiwei to maintain her current state."

"Although it's not completely improved, it's not too worrying. It's been two years like this."

"But in recent days, that Master Lin suddenly couldn't be contacted, and the magic talisman used to stabilize Weiwei's remaining soul is about to fail, and I heard Shi Yan again..."

Elder Song paused when he said this, looked at Yan Qiao with an apologetic face and said:
"I also hope that Master Yan will not be angry. I also know that one thing will not bother the two masters, but it is really helpless now."

Yan Qiao shook his head and said: "I don't have any problem. The only problem is that the master you invited before can bear it?"

What she said was the truth.

Not everyone can understand such a thing, there are too many narrow-minded people in this world.

"I will go to Master Lin and explain clearly. Master Yan doesn't have to worry about getting you involved."

Hearing this, Yan Qiao nodded.

The image of Song Lao in his heart is better, but fortunately he is still a clear master.

Yan Qiao glanced at Song Xinwei, turned around and asked, "Can I take her pulse?"

"can."

Although Mr. Song was confused as to why he wanted to take a pulse, he did not stop him.

He just turned his head to look at Song Xinwei, and coaxed softly: "Weiwei, can this master Yan give you a pulse?"

Hearing this, Song Xinwei looked at Yan Qiao, her eyes lit up suddenly, she nodded vigorously and said:

"Okay, I like this sister."

Song Shiyan saw that his little aunt's Yan control problem was committed again, and subconsciously curled her lips.

"It seems that Weiwei likes Master Yan very much, but she is actually against those masters before."

Song Shiyan thought: Of course, the faces of those old men are not as good-looking as Miss Yan.

His little aunt is also famous for her face control, so she definitely doesn't want to contact those people.

"Sister, you are so beautiful, will you come to my house and be my sister?"

Song Xinwei sat beside Yan Qiao and stretched out her hand, but her eyes were fixed on her side face without blinking.

When Yan Qiao didn't answer her, she continued: "I can give you everything."

Yan Qiao put her hand on Song Xinwei's wrist, and a very faint aura gathered at her fingertips.

She doesn't really want to take the pulse to see her physical condition.

But to have physical contact with her, only in this way can we understand her specific situation more clearly.

Suddenly, Song Xinwei's complexion changed, and beads of sweat appeared on her fair forehead.

Yan Qiao lowered her eyes slightly, and the spiritual power from her fingertips instantly returned to her body.

At the same time, the painful look on Song Xinwei's face gradually faded away.

Only then did Song Lao and Song Shiyan sit back.

Just now, they all thought that Yan Qiao had done something to Song Xinwei to make her suffer so much.

But the naked eye really didn't see anything.

"...Master Yan, did you see anything?" Mr. Song couldn't help but ask.

Yan Qiao did not answer his words, but just said: "Let her go upstairs and have a good rest first."

Even after a moment of relief, Song Xinwei's face was still frighteningly pale.

She held Yan Qiao's hand tightly, not wanting to leave.

Yan Qiao smiled at her, then patted her hand soothingly and said, "Go and sleep, I won't go."

"Okay." When Song Xinwei answered her, her eyelids had already begun to fight.

Waiting until Song Xinwei left, Yan Qiao raised his head and looked at Mr. Song with a solemn look on his face.

"Do you think Master Lin gave her the magic talisman, or did he stabilize her soul?"

"...Yes, is there something wrong with this?"

Song Lao couldn't believe it for a while.

He looked at Yan Qiao, constantly judging the authenticity of her words.

After a moment, Mr. Song's whole back bent down. He sighed and said, "Master Yan, please explain clearly."

Song Shiyan's heart was also lifted by Yan Qiao. He had truly experienced Yan Qiao's strength.

Therefore, he believed what Yan Qiao said was true.

"This so-called talisman that Master Lin used to stabilize Miss Song's soul was actually used to completely drain her soul power."

"Weiwei's condition is obviously improving. How is this possible..."

Elder Song looked suspiciously at Yan Qiao. He didn't want to believe that they had been doing things that hurt her for the past two years.

Seeing that his grandfather had something to say, Song Shiyan quickly interrupted him: "Grandpa, I believe in Yan Qiao."

He looked at Song Lao firmly.

For a while, Elder Song's energy and spirit were all gone, and he said with some difficulty:

"Master Yan, is there another way to save the little girl?"

"No matter what you want, our Song family will give it to you."

Looking at the old man who was still in good spirits, he suddenly became decadent as if he had lost his backbone.

Yan Qiao was also a little emotional, she looked at the two of them and said, "There is still room for change in this matter, so you don't need to be too sad."

"It's just that wearing this talisman for a long time has caused irreversible damage to Miss Song's soul."

"Perhaps Miss Song will be weaker in the future, and she will be more likely to encounter dirty things."

"We can all accept these, as long as you can save her."

Mr. Song quickly agreed, with hope in his eyes.

"Miss Song's soul is indeed missing a part. People have three souls and seven souls, but Miss Song only has three souls and six souls."

"What is missing is the central soul. This soul is the center of the seven souls. Without this soul, it is equivalent to the death of life and soul."

"But the reason why Ms. Song appeared in the state you mentioned earlier is also related to the soul in her body."

"What?!" Song Shiyan stood up in shock.

He couldn't imagine what kind of pain it would be if there was another soul in Song Xinwei's body.

When Song Lao heard this, his whole body was not in a better state. He stroked his chest and panted heavily.

Uncle Fu beside him quickly took out the quick-acting heart-saving pills from his arms, took one and gave it to Mr. Song.

Slowly supporting his back, Mr. Song finally recovered.

His eyes were full of pain, and he kept muttering: "Ah Fu, it's my fault...it's all my fault..."

"Master, it's not your fault, it's those masters..."

Uncle Fu shook Mr. Song's hand back, with remorse in his eyes.

He had seen Song Xinwei since childhood, but when something like this happened, his pain was the same as Mr. Song's.

Seeing Elder Song slowing down, Yan Qiao sighed softly and continued:

"The talisman that Master Lin gave you is not to stabilize Miss Song's soul, but to wear down her soul power and give another soul in her body a chance."

"This is two souls in one."

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