Murong Fu's Shenzhao Sutra has been successfully cultivated. Shenzhao Sutra itself is not weaker than the Nine Yang Divine Arts. However, its strength is that it resurrects the dead and treats meridians. It is not as extreme as the Nine Yang Divine Arts in masculinity, but it is much stronger than the incomplete Nine Yang Divine Arts.

Soon, Zhang Wuji's face had turned from pale to rosy, and the cold poison in his body could be forced out by Zhang Sanfeng.

Now the rest has been rooted in the viscera, and Murong Fu can only suppress it. Except for Zhang Wuji himself practicing the Nine Yang Divine Art, there is no way to cure it.

Seeing Murong Fu sweating profusely, Zhou Zhiruo took out a small handkerchief to wipe Murong Fu's sweat. Li Mochou quickly stopped her: "He is using his skills, so don't disturb him." Zhou Zhiruo had no choice but to retreat.

One hour later, Murong Fu slowly stopped his exercise and felt weak, which was the effect of losing a lot of internal energy.

Zhang Sanfeng stepped forward to catch Zhang Wuji, looked up his pulse, and said in his heart:

"The masculine internal strength of Mr. Murong is indeed unique. Wuji could only live for more than a month at most, but now he has half a year to live. But I don't know if Wuji practices this technique, can completely eradicate the cold poison." Thinking of this, I couldn't help but look at Murong Fu.

Murong Fu also guessed his thoughts and said, "My technique is called Shenzhao Sutra. I believe that Zhenren Zhang has also heard of it. His masculinity is not very strong. Brother Wuji's cold poison must be obtained from the Nine Yang Divine Power."

Zhang Sanfeng looked disappointed and sighed in his heart that Wuji's fate was ill-fated. Then he thought that it would be good to live for half a year, and said, "Thank you, Mr. Murong."

Murong Fu shook his head and closed his eyes to regulate his breathing.

Chang Yuchun stepped forward and said, "How is it?"

Zhang Sanfeng shook his head slightly, Chang Yuchun was shocked and said, "The villain is seriously injured and is about to ask for treatment from a miracle doctor. Why not take this young master with him? That miracle doctor has the ability to bring him back to life."

Zhang Sanfeng was stunned and suddenly remembered someone, "But Hu Qingniu, one of the four great doctors, "Diegu Medical Immortal?"

Chang Yuchun said: "It was him, but I didn't expect that the old Taoist priest also knew my Master Hu's name."

Zhang Sanfeng was hesitant. He had thought of asking a miracle doctor to treat Zhang Wuji. He had visited Xue Muhua, the "Enemma of the King of Hell", but Xue Muhua was helpless.

As for the other three great doctors, there is no trace of the "King of Poisonous Hands", and the "famous doctor of murder" Ping Yizhi and the "Diegu Medical Immortal" Hu Qingniu are both from the Demon Sect.

And he has a strange temper. He is unwilling to let Zhang Sanfeng kill someone for no reason or Wuji enters the Demon Sect, so he has lost his intention to visit the miracle doctor.

When Chang Yuchun saw him pondering and understood his intentions, he said:

"Although Master Zhang and Master Hu never treats outsiders, Master Zhang saves villains with great kindness. Master Hu must make an exception. If he really refuses to take action, the villain will never stop with him."

Zhang Sanfeng said: "I have heard of this Mr. Hu's medical skills, but the cold poison on Wuji's body is really extraordinary..."

"This young master is half dead anyway. At most, he can't cure it. He is dead. What's there to worry about?" He was extremely straightforward and said something in his mind.

When Zhang Sanfeng heard the six words "The left and right are dead," he was shocked and thought to himself: "This reckless man's words are not bad. Seeing that Wuji can only live for half a year at most, he has to treat the death as a living horse."

Although he figured it out, Zhang Wuji was the only blood of his beloved disciple and was still very reluctant to leave.

"Brother Wuji is definitely not a short-lived person. It is better to let him go out and make a breakthrough by himself. If there is another chance," Murong Fu woke up from meditation and said.

"I'll ask you for that. But we are right in front of you. Mr. Hu must not join the church without compulsoryness, and I, Wudang Sect, do not accept the kindness of the noble church."

Zhang Sanfeng felt aroused and made a decision, agreeing to let Chang Yuchun take Zhang Wuji to seek medical treatment.

That night, after everyone rested, Murong Fu called Zhou Zhiruo alone. Looking at the beautiful little girl in front of him, Murong Fu was also a little confused whether to send her to Emei or bring her with him.

If she is with her, no one knows what she will have in the future. Besides, Emei is also a piece of fat. If she can hold it in her hands, it will be a great help in the future. But if she is sent to Emei, will she fall in love with Zhang Wuji as she used to?

After Zhou Zhiruo came in, she saw that the young man was frowning and pondering, and did not dare to disturb him, but she couldn't help but glance at him. After a while, Murong Fu said, "Zhiruo, are you willing to follow me?"

Zhou Zhiruo nodded and thought to herself: "As soon as my father dies, I am the only one left in the world. This young man protects me like this during the day. I think he will definitely treat me well."

Murong Fu couldn't help teasing and said, "Hehe, I want to be my little wife with me."

Zhou Zhiruo rubbed the corner of her clothes with her little hands, her face turned slightly red, and she said, "Zhiruo is not worthy of the young master, she just hopes to be a maid with her side."

Murong Fu pondered for a moment and said, "I plan to send you to Emei."

"Ah!" Zhou Zhiruo was stunned at first, then said sadly.

Murong Fu walked over and kissed Zhou Zhiruo on the mouth. Zhou Zhiruo was shocked and took two steps back, covering her mouth, her face turned red, and she didn't know how to react.

"Hey, this is called stamping. After stamping, you will be mine for the rest of your life." Murong Fu said domineeringly.

Zhou Zhiruo let out a "hmm" sound like a mosquito, and then asked: "Then... why did the young master send me to Emei?"

"What's your son? Brother Fu?" Murong Fu said shamelessly.

Zhou Zhiruo shouted loudly: "Fu...brother Fu."

Murong Fu continued, "I'm sending you to Emei to learn art. Emei is a famous sect, and it's better than being a maid by my side."

"I...I want to be a maid."

"No, Zhiruo has excellent qualifications and a proud daughter of heaven, how can she be a maid?"

"Zhiruo is just a boatman's girl."

Murong Furuo looked at her meaningfully, pinched her little face and said:

"Have you forgotten what I said to you on the boat? From now on, I will be your brother, and you will be the lady of the Murong family. I sent you to Emei to help you learn the martial arts of Emei Sect well and help you in the future."

Zhou Zhiruo was taught a lesson by him with a face pinched. Although she felt it was inappropriate, she felt very intimate. Nah Na asked, "I... can I?"

"You can do it, I will pass on you a set of magical skills. But you will have to wait until you enter the Emei Sect to practice."

As she said that, Murong Fu recited the little Wuxianggong mantra to her until she fully remembered it. Then she taught her the bone-forging chapter of the Nine Yin Scriptures, so that she could cooperate with her practice in the future.

Murong Fu reminded: "You practice this magical skill in private and don't tell anyone. If you have to be seen by someone, you can also tell me frankly that magical skills are all floating clouds. Does Zhiruo understand the most important thing? "
Chapter completed!