"No one wants to provoke them, it's just that we have ancestral precepts..."

Jiang Wuhui stopped abruptly in the middle of his words. He suddenly realized that Cuizhu was trying to trick him and quickly closed his mouth.

"Ancestral teachings? What ancestral teachings?"

Cuizhu asked casually, but in fact his ears were pricked, and his heart was as curious as a cat scratching his head.

The remnants of the Holy Sword clan have nothing to do with the world, but every time a disciple is born, they will be jointly attacked by the Holy Sword Villa and the Holy Medical Sect without any reason.

But once a disciple born from the Holy Sword Relic is killed, the Holy Sword Relic will take revenge and will definitely come out in full force to attack the Holy Sword Villa and the Holy Doctor Sect.

The Saint Women are aloof and never participate in the disputes in the world, but as long as the Holy Sword Relics are born, they will definitely unite with the other two Holy Sects to resist the Holy Sword Relics.

It can be said that if it were not for the support of the Holy Maiden Clan, the Holy Medical Sect and the Holy Sword Villa would have been destroyed by the Holy Sword Clan.

But the strange thing is that the Holy Medical Sect and the Holy Sword Villa seem to be invincible. As long as they learn that a disciple of the Holy Sword Relic is born, they will spare no effort to strangle them even if they are afraid of the Holy Sword Relic.

"No, I didn't say anything."

Jiang Wuhui said with an extremely unnatural look on his face, but behind his back he broke out in a cold sweat. The ancestral precepts are the first commandment of the sect. They are never allowed to be spread to outsiders. Anyone who dares to spread it to outsiders will be punished for betraying the sect.

Cuizhu saw that he was not willing to speak out, so he curled his lips and snorted: "It's really boring. I like to talk but don't talk about it. It's rare!"

But I secretly muttered in my heart, what kind of ancestral precepts are they? What kind of grievances are there between the four holy sects? I am really curious.

Jiang Wuhui remained unmoved. His eyes were fixed on Ding Ning, who was still trying his best to rescue him. There was a look of uncertainty in his eyes. Who was he?

I hope he is not a disciple of the Holy Sword Relic, otherwise, I am afraid that the ancient martial arts world will suffer another catastrophe.

At the same time, Yan Tong was also surprised and doubtful. He was sure that he had not sensed anything wrong. It was the complete aura of Yangui Acupuncture, but it was somewhat specious.

Yangui Acupuncture was created by an extremely beautiful ancestor of the Holy Martial Arts Sect thousands of years ago, and was derived from his famous martial arts Qiuyan Sword Technique.

Qiuyan's sword technique consists of seven sword moves and seven swords in total. After he failed to forcefully break through to the divine realm, his body rotted and his soul was about to dissipate. Unwilling to die, he studied medicine diligently in an attempt to find a chance to change his destiny.

Although he failed to change his fate against the will of heaven and inevitably died, he realized the true meaning of medicine from Qiuyan Sword Technique and created the Yangui Acupuncture Technique.

Yangui Acupuncture is divided into seven needles like Qiuyan Sword Technique, and each needle is divided into seven small needles. The Yan family was also a family of traditional Chinese medicine, but it declined with the decline of traditional Chinese medicine.

Yan Xun's grandfather once rescued a respected figure from the Holy Medical Sect by chance. After that man became able to move freely, he returned to the Holy Medical Sect for treatment. He was born again decades later to seek repayment for Yan Xun's grandfather.

Unfortunately, Yan Xun's grandfather had passed away long ago, and Yan Xun was also in poverty at the time. The big shot was grateful for the kindness of the Yan family, so he made an exception and passed on the first needle of Yan Gui acupuncture to him, and made him a disciple of the Holy Medical Sect in the secular world.

One of the industries can be described as repaying kindness and generating income at the same time.

With the first injection of Yangui acupuncture, the Yan family gradually rose to prominence and occupied a place in the medical world.

The Qiuyan sword technique is a killing technique, but the Seven Needles of Yangui evolved from it is a technique for saving people. This shows how amazingly talented the ancestor of the Holy Doctor Sect was.

Only the core true disciples of the Holy Medical Sect are qualified to learn the complete Yangui Acupuncture Technique. Yan Hui suddenly felt the complete aura of Yangui Acupuncture Technique. How could he not be surprised and confused?

Could it be that that boy is the core true disciple of the sect? But why have I never seen him? I have never heard of anyone else being born besides him and Junior Sister Qingyun.

The Holy Medical Sect was either big or small, with numerous factions and complex inheritances. He didn't even know how many people there were, and there were so many people he didn't know.

What's more, there are some forbidden areas that Yan Tong's inner disciple is not qualified to enter, so he is not sure whether Ding Ning is a core disciple of the Holy Medical Sect.

He wanted to ask Junior Sister Qingyun, but he thought that she had only joined the sect for more than ten years and had spent all of her time in seclusion. She knew fewer people than him and was even less likely to know, so he didn't bother.

However, Yan Gui's acupuncture technique was of great importance and he had to figure it out. He who had always been sitting firmly on the Diaoyutai finally couldn't sit still anymore and stood up and walked towards Ding Ning.

Junior Sister Qingyun looked at him doubtfully, and seeing that he had no intention of explaining, she simply stood up and followed him.

"Yan Tong has passed. Is that boy really a member of the Holy Medical Sect?"

Green Bamboo hid in the crowd and murmured in a low voice.

"Don't be impatient for a moment. Let's wait and see."

Jiang Wuhui's mood at the moment was extremely contradictory. He hoped that Ding Ning would be a member of the Holy Medical Sect, but he also didn't want him to be.

If he was from the Holy Medical Sect, it would be difficult for him to fight for the Ice Spirit Body. If he was not from the Holy Medical Sect, he would most likely be a member of the Holy Sword Survivor Family, which would not be what he wanted.

The ancestral precepts stipulate that no matter when and where you see the remnants of the Holy Sword, you will be killed without mercy!

Perhaps he could kill Ding Ning easily, but what he feared was the revenge that would follow.

Countless experiences in history have shown that although the Holy Sword remnants are indifferent to the world, as long as they dare to touch their clan members, they will definitely come out in full force and give them the most brutal revenge.

Although the three holy sects can resist the attack of the remaining members of the holy sword, the murderer will definitely die.

Jiang Wuhui is only twenty-five years old this year, and he is already at the pinnacle of the Earth Martial Realm. He may break through to the Tian Martial Realm at any time and catch up with the number one genius in the ancient martial arts world, Ye Duxing. He is one of the genius disciples of Xue Zang at Holy Sword Villa.

As for the so-called first ancient martial arts genius Long Xiaotian, hehe, he has never noticed that the foundation of the Four Saint Sects is not comparable to that of a mere Long family.

He still has a bright future, but he has not yet enjoyed a good enough life. He feels it is not worth it to lose his life for a disciple of the Holy Sword Relic.

So he wisely chose to wait and see, and wait until Ding Ning's true identity is verified. If he is really a disciple of the Holy Sword Relic, he will not take action rashly and divert the trouble to others to avoid the revenge of the Holy Sword Relic.

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Ding Ning was completely immersed in Xiao Yan's condition at the moment, and did not notice that Yan Hui had quietly approached. Even if he noticed, he had no time to take care of it.

Although the Qiqi Yangui Acupuncture Array controlled the bleeding and cleared it up, and repaired the broken blood vessels, it only treated the symptoms and not the root cause.

The crux of the problem lies in her intracranial malformation of arteries and veins. If it is not corrected, sooner or later it will recur.

If it is Western medicine treatment, a craniotomy is necessary, but as a traditional Chinese medicine doctor, he will definitely not use Western medicine treatment methods.

Xiao Yan has not been able to do strenuous exercise since she was a child, so her physical fitness is very poor. It is not an exaggeration to say that she is weak.

In other words, Xiao Yan’s lack of exercise not only resulted in poor immune function, weak resistance to viruses, but also a serious lack of vitality.

To put it bluntly, if she hadn't happened to meet Ding Ning, even if her illness was cured, she would have been able to live for at most more than ten years given her physical condition.

If unfortunately you are infected with some other diseases, you may not be able to survive even three to five years.

So he was waiting for the spiritual energy gathered by Yangui acupuncture to flush the meridians in her brain and replenish her life energy.

Xiao Yan's long eyelashes trembled slightly, and she slowly opened her eyes. Only after seeing Ding Ning's face in her confused eyes did she recall what happened before.

Finding that she was still in his arms, Xiao Yan suddenly blushed, struggled to get up, and whispered with her lips: "What's wrong with me?"

"Don't move, the treatment is not over yet, hold on for a while longer."

There was no gender in Ding Ning's eyes at this moment, only doctors and patients, and he spoke in a serious but gentle tone.

"Um!"

Xiao Yantao's cheeks were pink, and she closed her eyes shyly with a soft response, but when she remembered that the person in front of her was her cousin-in-law, she suddenly felt sad.

"Wake up, wake up, you should be fine."

"The little miraculous doctor is indeed a little miraculous doctor. He can cure such serious diseases at his fingertips. It's amazing!"

"Looking at Little Needle King's challenge now, I even blush for the Yan family."

"This girl is also lucky. She happened to meet a little miracle doctor. Otherwise, even if she went to the hospital, she still wouldn't know whether she could be cured."

"Yes, if I were this girl, I would commit myself to her."

"Looking at their talents and looks, they seem to be a good match."

"This is a hero saving a beauty, a match made in heaven."

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When a reporter was surprised to find that Xiao Yan had woken up, the onlookers immediately burst into laughter and talked happily.

In the crowd, Zhao Zifeng's face was as gloomy as water, and the anger in his chest kept rising. He walked out of the crowd unprepared, took out his mobile phone and dialed a number, gritting his teeth and said: "King Kong, I have something for you to do now..."

People are so complicated. He didn't care at all when Xiao Yan liked him so much before. He just enjoyed the feeling of being secretly in love with her.

But at this moment, when everyone was talking about Xiao Yan and Ding Ninglang's talent and appearance, he was so jealous that he wanted to go crazy. Finally, he couldn't bear it anymore. He wanted to make that Ninghai boy pay a sufficient price to relieve the hatred in his heart.

But he didn't notice a figure following him furtively behind him, listening to all his calls and even recording them.

Zhao Zifeng hung up the phone, with a sinister smile on his face, looked around, and then left quickly.

The figure who was hiding next to a big tree came out after he left. With an evil smile on his face, he took out his cell phone and quickly edited a text message and sent it out: "The fish is in the urn, act immediately."

"Ho!"

Ding Ning suddenly moved, his hands transformed into afterimages, and in the blink of an eye, he put away seven or forty-nine silver needles.

In addition, thirteen silver needles were taken out and inserted into thirteen acupuncture points around the arteries and veins of Xiao Yan's head as fast as lightning.

The palm holding Xiao Yan's neck quietly sent in a burst of true energy, forcibly impacting the abnormal arteries and veins.

In fact, the silver needle was just a cover-up, used to cover up his pulse-cutting hand. At this moment, all the meridians in Xiao Yan's brain were blocked. At this moment, she was a living dead.

What Ding Ning had to do was to break and then stand up again, forcefully break through her malformed arteries and veins, and then reshape them.

This method is extremely risky. After all, there is blood pressure in the blood vessels. Once it is broken by the true energy, the entire blood vessel will burst, and the consequences will be disastrous.

So he had to use his pulse-cutting hand to seal her blood vessels and surrounding brain cells, and use his true energy to seal the entire brain, so that the malformed arteries and veins would be in a quiescent state. Even if the blood vessels burst, the amount of bleeding would not be too large.

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However, as a result, his consumption increased exponentially. Every time he maintained it for a while, his true energy would be released like a flood.

Under the command of Mr. Jiang and others, everyone present knew that this was a critical moment for treatment, and they all dispersed very consciously. Not only did they close their mouths, but they even breathed carefully for fear of disturbing him. The entire scene was silent.

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"Bang!"
Chapter completed!