The residence of Zhou Wang Mansion in Jinling City

The white-faced scholar was moving in the yard. At this time, he took off his white Taoist robe, but the newly-changed outfit was still pure white.

After the morning exercise, the white-faced scholar covered his left shoulder with one hand, and walked towards a master chair in the yard while twisting his left arm.

After the white-faced scholar sat on the master's chair, Ji Wuying happened to enter the yard. Seeing the white-faced scholar come out in a misty sweat, Ji Wuying walked up with a hunched body and said as he walked.

"It seems that I have recovered well. I can get up and practice in the morning. How about it? Can the toxins of Tianluo needle still be sensed?"

The white-faced scholar saw that it was Ji Wuying, and he looked happy. He quickly got up and wanted to ask Ji Wuying to sit down. Ji Wuying waved his hand, pressed him back to the chair, and said helplessly with his lips.

"You guy, are you a patient or an old man? I am a patient? An Sheng was resting, but he said quickly, can he sense that the toxins from the Tianluo needle are flowing in his body?"

"No more, I didn't have it yesterday, but my left shoulder still felt a little painful, and I felt a little unwieldy from time to time."

The white-faced scholar answered seriously.

Since he learned that the poisonous needle in his body was the Tianluo needle that made countless people frightened, the white-faced scholar's eyes when he looked at Ji Wuying was obviously different from his attitude towards him.

If he had normal conditions, he could rely on his own cultivation to force the toxins out of his body, but he didn't have that time that night. If Ji Wuying and Qingtan had not taken action later, he would have known that he would have been tortured in that place, and whether he had a life or not was the same.

What's more, the toxins of the Tianluo Needle were completely transmitted to his meridians. The white-faced scholar's residual consciousness at that time even felt that he was about to die there. Fortunately, Ji Wuying regained his wonderful hands and snatched him back from the God of Death. Tsk, the Tianluo Needle can be completely treated by Ji Wuying. Ji Wuying relied on this medical skill alone, so many countries deserved to send olive branches to him.

Nanli is still as talented as before.

"Well, the pain in the left shoulder should be some internal injuries. It's not a big deal. Just rest for a few days. As long as the toxins from the Tianluo needle are dispelled, you will survive."

Ji Wuying thought for a while, and finally stood beside the old chair, not knowing what he was thinking about. After a while, Ji Wuying continued to speak.

"Are you guys willing to go to the battlefield?"

Maybe I think something is wrong, Ji Wuying paused and said again

"Representative Nanli to the battlefield."

The white-faced scholar suddenly lit up when he heard this. He looked up at Ji Wuying and said with a trembling tone.

"I, can I?"

Ji Wuying rolled her eyes when she saw the white-faced scholar without any resistance. She couldn't help but complain.

"Why can't you guy? Although your current identity has not been renamed, it seems that it will be a matter of time now. Since this is the case, what does it mean to represent Nan Li on the battlefield in advance?"

Ji Wuying's heart was already full of joy at this time.

He was worried that the new army would not have enough top combat power. Although he was a layman in military strategy, he also understood this new team.

The number of troops is definitely not as large as that of the Central Plains Alliance. If that is the case, we need to add the combat power of this new army from other aspects. If we think about it this way, wouldn’t it be good to call a few thugs with good cultivation come over?

And now it seems that the white-faced scholar has no intention of objecting to this matter.

Isn't this the end? As long as you trick the white-faced scholar into it, what else can you call a monk? This white-faced scholar is enough for you. As a doctor, Ji Wuying can see that as long as the Tianluo needle toxin in your body is dispersed, it will not take long to recover your combat power.

Humph, Ji Wuying trusts the combat power of the top monks with 100%.

"I would like to do that."

The white-faced scholar agreed silly, but Ji Wuying, who heard this, laughed out loud.

After patting the white-faced scholar on the right shoulder, Ji Wuying turned around and walked out of the yard, and said something before leaving.

"Good rest, the old man from the new army will leave you a place. I will be notified to come early."

After leaving the yard, Ji Wuying ran into the gatekeeper Lao Zhang.

Old Zhang frowned, squinted his eyes and looked at Ji Wuying, who also stopped at the same time.

"Come with me."

After saying this, Lao Zhang walked towards the backyard woodshed.

After the two arrived at the backyard, Lao Zhang stopped, turned around and looked at Ji Wuying, and asked impatiently.

"You old guy, why did you arrange that guy to the palace? Don't tell me that the prince agreed to this matter. I just ask you if you have any other plans to arrange him to the palace of Zhou?"

Ji Wuying smiled awkwardly, trying to relieve the current distorted atmosphere, so she started talking and said jokingly

"Old Zhang, do you know what happened to the prince now?"

Old Zhang was stunned and said subconsciously

"Is something wrong with him, prince?"

"Hey, how could anything happen to His Royal Highness the Crown Prince? It's not that Ku Mu and the others are guarding him. I'm just talking about it, old man."

Lao Zhang clenched his fists and his face turned pale. How could he not understand? This old guy just wanted to use this to break the topic, so Lao Zhang said coldly.

"Let me tell me, do you have any other intentions when you arranged him to the royal palace?"

"No, really, no, Lao Zhang, see how you think of the old man as a person. Will I do that kind of thing? Besides, Prince Zhou knew about this in advance. If His Royal Highness knew about it, he would definitely not object. You look down on me, Ji Wuying too much, right?"

"Is there any credibility in the things you did before? You have lost the prince once. What's the face of telling me about the prince?"

"Diede, I, Ji Wuying, swears to the sky that I will arrange the white-faced scholar to the Zhou Palace just to prevent others from knowing it. Apart from that, there is no other idea. If there is a false sentence, my Ji Wuying will lose half a lifetime."

The concierge Lao Zhang then felt a little convinced, but he still muttered.

"You old guy's lifespan is not even half a year."

Ji Wuying rolled her eyes, pretending that she didn't hear the last sentence, spread her hands and curled her lips to Lao Zhang.

"How about now? Can you let the old man go, right?"

"Let's go, get out of the palace quickly. I don't want to see your old guy's face again."

Ji Wuying smiled and walked out of the backyard with a quick step. Not long after, she disappeared from the sight of the concierge Lao Zhang.

At this time, only the doorman, Lao Zhang, was left in the backyard. He sighed helplessly, looked up at the sky, and said to himself with some melancholy.

"Prince, when will you come back? I'm really fed up with this scary day."

After saying that, Lao Zhang held his hands behind his back, his originally tall waist looked a little hunched after saying this, and walked out of the backyard alone.

Outside Jinling City, in the busy New Army camp, Li Chengqian waved the iron sword in his hand. After a sword dance, dozens of new soldiers around him saw several sword lights flashing. Then the next second, they were shocked by Li Chengqian and took several steps back. Some of the soldiers here did not even stand firmly and fell directly to the ground.

Li Chengqian took a breath, wiped the sweat from his forehead with his palm, looked at the dozen soldiers around him with cold eyes, and inserted the iron sword in his hand into the scabbard. Li Chengqian's steps were a little swaying and walked away step by step.

At this moment, Bai Qi happened to see this scene.

Sima raised his eyebrows wrongly and said

"General, the second prince is very strong. At this age, I am a little envious of this kind of cultivation."

When Bai Qi heard this, he sighed first, and then said in an unknown tone.

"It's really good. In my original expectation, His Highness the Second Prince had exceeded expectations. However, his former opponents completely distanced him."

"General, are you talking about Kumu and the others? No, Kumu's swordsmanship has really been greatly improved? He, he is not twenty years old yet? How is this possible? The Sword Saint, the old man, has not achieved Kumu's swordsmanship at this age, Kumu, how did Kumu do it?"

"I don't know, but this matter is undoubtedly true. Kumu is not only a great success in the swordsmanship, but also a grade. After returning from Dongxun this time, he should have a fourth grade. Sima Cuo, have you entered the grade at his age?"

Sima Cuo suddenly felt silent at the pass, scratching his head awkwardly, and said

"I've entered the first grade, but to be honest, the younger generations of this generation are really better than the other monsters, and they are much better than our generation."

"The Second Prince, the foundation of the first grade has not yet been established. Now, his top priority is to stabilize his mood. Unfortunately, it seems that he can't listen to anyone's words now. He can only face ups and downs on his own to stabilize his mood."

Bai Qi shook his head slightly. Since Li Chengqian came to the new army, as far as he saw Bai Qi, he has been fighting with the soldiers in the army almost every day. He almost committed a life a few days ago. This duel is indeed useful, but it is too cruel. Especially for Li Chengqian now, if this method continues for a long time, it may damage its foundation.

Bai Qi saw all these, but unfortunately he also understood that even if he had said this to Li Chengqian now, Li Chengqian would not take it seriously.
Chapter completed!