"Is this enough to use the Holy Light Technique to stop bleeding and muscle production, and then use Wudi Dust to calm the mind and mind. Is this enough? There are so many turbulent true essence groups in these two people's meridians. If you don't find a way to calm down, you will be afraid that your cultivation will be reduced by 30%. Some people think that if you learn some methods casually, you can cure diseases and save people, which is really inappropriate."

Chen Changsheng used his needles like the wind and said to himself.

Zhexiu looked at him from a high point and said, "You can change the three words of some people in the previous sentence to her."

After Chen Changsheng finished his work, he stood up and looked at him and explained seriously: "I'm not comparing anything with her."

Cheshui said seriously: "I don't believe it."

Chen Changsheng felt his face a little hot and stopped talking. He was about to wake up the two southern practitioners and let them go to the riverside to meet with others.

At this moment, he saw something painted on the ground beside the bonfire. After careful deciding, he realized that it was a road map and a simple line of words.

The words are pretty good.

He said silently in his heart.

"She asked them to go to the mountain forest to speak, and it seemed that many people gathered there."

Zhexiu looked at him and asked, "Do we want to go?"

Chen Changsheng said without thinking, "No."

Cheshui asked, "Why?"

"I... still have things to do... and there are still many people... waiting for me to treat my injuries... OK."

Chen Changsheng stood up and remained silent for a long time, saying embarrassedly: "I'm not ready yet."

The white sacrificial garment is particularly eye-catching in the night. If it is in the folk streets and alleys, it may be scary. But in the eyes of practitioners, this white sacrificial garment is like the fireworks with special marks on the Qingyao Thirteen Sect and the Saint Maiden Peak, representing the end of hope and pain for survival.

Along the way, the girl had heard two surprises, accompanied by the cry of tears, so when she saw the practitioner beside the bonfire under the grass slope acting so calmly, she was a little uncomfortable for a moment. After a while, she understood why. It turned out that the practitioner was meditating.

She walked closer and found that the practitioner's wound had been bandaged. Judging from the injury and the bandage method, it should not be the treatment she had done. She was about to turn around and leave, but remembered some things, and squatted down again, reached out to untie the bandaged cloth strips, and observed the wounds inside.

The wound of this practitioner should have been hit by some magic weapon from the sect sacrifice. There were still some residues of the magic weapon from the sect sacrifice, commonly known as star chips, on the skin around the wound, but the star chips in the wound were cleaned very clean by the person who treated the wound, and the wound was treated very well, and it was actually sewn in one place with some thread.

The girl thought that the person who treated the wound was really brave. Although there were related records in the Daozang and the Pharmacopoeia, no one had done this for many years.

There should be no problem with trauma. She is more concerned about the problems in the meridians. Being injured by a magic weapon and being injured by a sword are two concepts. The sword hurts its body and its substance. The magic weapon in the world of cultivation is not as sharp as a sword. The lethality is mainly reflected in the damage to the practitioner's internal organs, especially the meridians.

After the practitioner was cured of the trauma, he kept meditating, and maybe even the sea of ​​consciousness had problems.

Her fingers rested on the practitioner's meridians, and slowly entered a ripe pure and pure true energy.

Aroused by this true energy, the practitioner woke up from the meditation state and was startled to look at the girl who was so close to her. He subconsciously wanted to take action.

Zhouyuan, which was set by saints, is indeed a good place for human practitioners to inspire their minds and improve their combat capabilities.

The girl didn't understand and said, "Don't move, don't talk, close your eyes."

The practitioner did not know her, at least she did not know her at this time. For some reason, listening to her clear spring sound, she felt extremely trustworthy, subconsciously relaxed as she said, and closed her eyes again.

After a moment, the girl stood up.

She did not stop anymore and went far away in the night.

The bonfire pulled her shadow a little longer.

The practitioner woke up again and looked at her back and felt a little confused.

With a glimpse of the past, he saw a pretty but ordinary face that was easily forgotten.

Why was he so thrilling when he looked at the girl's back at this moment?

The girl was also feeling a little confused at this time.

The meridians of the practitioner were very smooth, and the shocks and blockages left by the magic tools of the sects were all resolved.

Among the hundreds of practitioners in Zhouyuan, who is best at medical skills?

Who is best at this method? Who can make such subtle corrections to the practitioner's meridians in the secret realm?

She is different from Chen Changsheng, so she immediately thought of who he is.

It's still useful.

She thought silently in her heart.

Listening to the sound of water, she came to the bank of the stream and looked at the bonfire and found that there were two people she knew.

Seeing her, the two girls were very surprised.

Ye Xiaolian's eyes showed a look of awe, and Senior Sister Tong smiled and felt at ease.

Everything can be changed, but only the eyes cannot be changed. Moreover, she did not change deliberately at this time, so her fellow disciples recognized her identity.

She shook her head, Ye Xiaolian and Senior Sister Dong understood and said nothing.

She walked to the side of the Qingxu Temple, unbuttoned his bandage, glanced at her, and slowly raised her eyebrows.

"He cured?"

She looked at Senior Sister Tong and asked.

Senior Sister Tong was practicing in Nanxizhai with her, so she naturally knew the things between her and Chen Changsheng, and she didn't know what she was asking for for a while.

"I thought it was useful, but who knew that the treatment was so messy. He only cured the sword wound outside and was bleeding inside, so he didn't care?"

For some reason, the more the girl thought about it, the more angry she became.

The Lord of Qingxu Temple was very weak at this time and had no idea what had happened. His disciples were even more confused. They just looked at the attitudes of the two Holy Maiden disciples and knew that the person coming would definitely not be able to afford to offend him.

The girl stretched out her right hand and gently brushed his chest and abdomen from the air. She saw a holy light falling from her palm.

No matter how remote the Qingxu Temple is, it is just a branch of the national religion. How could the master of the temple not be able to recognize the Holy Light Art?

He was immediately moved and became more and more sure that the girl was an amazing figure in the National Church, and was anxious to get up to pay homage.

The girl frowned slightly and knocked him out directly.

The disciple of the Qingxu Temple Master stood aside, daring to speak at all, let alone do anything.

After learning some medical skills from Ji Dao Ren, he thought he could cure all the people in the world. Don’t think about it, is the same as a practitioner and an ordinary person? Is the same as a sword injury and wind and cold?

The girl thought about these things slightly annoyed, looked at Senior Sister Tong and said, "When will he come back?"

Senior Sister Tong calculated the time, and it was not far from the time Chen Changsheng had agreed to, and said, "It should be soon."

The girl was stunned for a moment and stood up and walked towards the night.

Senior Sister Tong asked, "Aren't you waiting for him?"

The girl did not answer this sentence, and quietly passed away, shocking several night birds in the forest.
Chapter completed!