"Wait?" Cheng Jingdong was puzzled, but at this time it was more shocking. Since he was a young man, he had left home and traveled to countless places. After twenty or thirty years, Cheng Jingdong's experience in the world was profound. Therefore, it is not an exaggeration to call it a casual story. For example, in which year or month, someone had seen it with his own eyes, some had stomped down a towering mountain, some had walked down the wind without placing the ground, or some had walked on the sword and soared up. But if he continued to study it, it could not stand the scrutiny, and most of them came for hearing, which was not enough to be convincing. Therefore, in the eyes of the headmaster Cheng, the master who preached the boxing of Yan Siguan was already a top master in the world. The strange people who were told by the world were probably the deeds of such martial arts masters. They were made of this kind of martial arts. They were made with added fuel and exaggeration, and were purely a gimmick.

But when I saw him today, Cheng Jingdong was completely amazed. Who could set up a formation with sword marks? Since he had such great ability, this fat shopkeeper who was walking in the world with a pseudonym seemed to be able to save Mo Yun.

"Just wait. If you are anxious for a moment, you may not be able to find the cause of your wife's illness. It's better to wait." Seeing that the sword formation was arranged properly, Wu Dajianxian had no time to talk to others. He walked to the willow tree, and gently slapped a thick willow tree, making the branches and leaves shake. The young man was wandering around, but he didn't know that the master was playing tricks again, falling down from the tree firmly, and the soft soil on the ground printed a dough shape, pulling out his head, and spitting out the mud in his mouth, and dared not speak out. Although most of the time, both of them were funny players, when Wu Shuang talked to Yun Zhong, Yun Zhong would naturally adhere to the etiquette of his disciples and be respectful.

"After this, tell me what I think." On the contrary, Wu Shuang did not teach the truth this time, but gently swept off the floating soil on the boy's hair, then turned around and left, without a word of advice. The boy said to himself, Master, why are you so arrogant to the little fourth? His apprentice doesn't understand love, love, and secondly, he doesn't understand the impermanence of the world. He only cares about practicing swords and practicing, and there are only a few words to talk to others, and what he thinks and thinks.

, but how could it be seen in an instant? Yun Zhong is really not good at talking to others. If he talks nonsense, he can handle it for several days and nights. But when talking about serious things and experiences, it is really hard for him to be a ignorant boy of thirteen or fourteen years old. Can the thoughts you say something out? Yun Zhong was depressed, and Tong Cheng Jingdong reluctantly said hello and went back to the house to rush to the acupoint.

In the empty yard, Cheng Jingdong was left silently, looking at the broken shadow sword marks intertwined in the air, with a lot of thoughts.

In the evening, Wu Shuang returned to the yard with two pots of wine. Before entering the yard, she heard Yan Siguan say the voice of "Senior Wu, the headmaster's wife has just woken up, but she has not spoken a word for a long time. The headmaster cannot find you, and it is as anxious as if she is lost. You can go into the inner room to take a look." These words were extremely stiff in Yan Siguan. Obviously, these words were not spoken by men, but were told by Cheng Jingdong, who was more sleek in his work. However, these words with seven-point polite courtesy changed their taste in the man's mouth, which was really awkward.

Mo Yun's eyes were already open an hour ago, but now she is still lying on the bed. No matter how Cheng Jingdong begged, she never spits a word, but just stares straight upward. As soon as Wu Shuang entered the inner room, her expression couldn't help but cool down. Looking closely, the woman's face should be quite handsome, but her lips turned blue and her body was stiff and hard. Wu Shuang was about to take a pulse, but her fingers seemed to poke a piece of black ice, and her pulse was weak, but fortunately, her life was not seriously damaged.

"I already know the pathology, but the disease is complicated and disorderly. Let me think about it for a night before making a decision on what method to treat it." After exiting the door, Wu Shuang, despite Yan Siguan's face being ashen, forced him to the side. Even though the man fought hard and used a thousand-pound pendant, he was shocked to find that the fat man dragged him a few feet away with just one arm, and his face became more and more gray.

"I have said so many times that you can't beat me. If you fight, you have to let your master come out and enjoy your hand with me. Although your punches are strong, your moves are incomplete. It's okay to beat the ordinary flower stands in the world. When you meet a master, you are afraid that if you leak your empty door, you will be able to cut it to death in an instant. Although your momentum is sufficient, the subtleties are still not appropriate enough."

"I'm not asking you to give me some advice on boxing." Yan Siguan was so bored. Why was this fat man like to rely on him? This great master who could not hurt his hundred punches, but he wanted to give him two moves. The world is so great that he had never heard of two masters pulling aside and forcibly teaching boxing.

"Why didn't you take action just now? Since you have seen the cause of the disease and have many dreams at night, why don't you treat it now?" The man looked straight into Wu Shuang's eyes, his eyes full of anger.

"The night is long and there are many dreams? Then there are two things. Good dreams and nightmares are often only in one thought." Wu Shuang looked up at the moon. The summer night was clear. The moonlight reflected on the sword energy around her, and countless slight cold lights were broken. "If I deal with it now, instead of tracing the source and finding the source, what's the point of dealing with it? In other words, even if I repair the crux of my headmaster's wife as before, after I leave, your wife will relapse in her old illness within three days, and it will be even more controversial."

"What's the crux of the matter?" Yan Siguan's thick and long eyebrows were tightened.

"Gu, and it is the extremely vicious type of Gu. I have read this Gu insect in Nanli's classics. It is called Wagu by the locals. People who are in Gu are like falling into an ice cave, as if they are traveling through gauze in the tenth month of winter. In addition, animals often eat and fill before winter, waiting for the winter to sleep. If you put them on your wife, you will be able to suck human blood and have no mind. Even if I walked in Nanli, I have never seen such Gu insects. It is really extremely poisonous. As for how to detoxify, it depends on the bet tonight."

At the middle of the night, Cheng Jingdong couldn't stand the sleepiness and had been in a row for several hours. In addition, he was already in a weak position, so he lay down next to Mo Yun and took a nap. This nap made him sleep soundly.

The four fields were silent, Mo Yun's eyes opened, and her blood-red and charming were smug.

But this time, she looked at the powdered man lying beside her and did not draw blood in her mouth. Instead, she carefully shaved the powder off the man's face with her fingertips, revealing a paler background.

ps. The "Holy Wrath" in the first paragraph originally uploaded should be "Holy Wrath". I didn't see it during the inspection. I would like to thank Qingyu for reminding me~~~
Chapter completed!