Mr. Bian smiled awkwardly and explained: "I just felt that Master Zhao's meridians were very strange, and I was just curious for a moment. If there is any offense, please forgive me, General Zhao and Mr. Mo." Mr. Bian saw Zhao She
He also walked out and quickly apologized like this.
"Oh, strange? Does Mr. Bian think that my disciple can cultivate fighting spirit? Or is there any hidden disease?" Mo Xiezi asked next.
Mr. Bian continued to answer: "Although Mr. Zhao's meridians are very strange, without the existence of the body-protecting beast, naturally he cannot cultivate his fighting spirit. However, I can prescribe some prescriptions and medicated foods for Mr. Zhao to strengthen his body. I don't know what you two think.
?" After saying that, he looked at Zhao She and Mo Xiezi.
Now that they have said this, it would be stingy to ask further questions. Besides, Mr. Bian has not found out the details of Zhao Jin, so Mo Xiezi naturally stopped asking, and instead smiled and said: "Mr. Bian is too polite.
Mo Xiezi thanked the Master for his kindness on behalf of his disciple. I have heard that the Master has rejuvenated his body with a miracle, so I wonder if he can heal this miserable disciple like me?"
Zhao She was shocked when she heard Mo Xiezi say that this Mr. Bian was actually Bian Qian, the miracle doctor of Tiandu. If this miracle doctor Bian found out Zhao Jin's true identity, then Zhao Jin would be in trouble. Deliberate harm
The son of the leader of a vassal country is in big trouble. But when he heard Mr. Bian's words again, Zhao She was confused. Didn't Mr. Bian detect the fighting spirit in Zhao Jin?
Then where did Zhao Jin's fighting spirit go? This kid is a three-star war sect. The fighting spirit in his body can't disappear without a trace, right? Besides, how does this kid do this?
Just when Zhao She was filled with questions, Mr. Bian said: "Mr. Mo, are you really making fun of me? I only know some healing techniques, how can I make people create more protective beasts out of thin air and let me practice fighting spirit? Not only me
No, even in the whole world, no one can do this."
Indeed, the awakening of a body-protecting beast relies on one's own bloodline and chance. From ancient times to the present in the Eastern Saint Continent, no one has been able to impose a body-protecting beast on ordinary people and make them awaken. Therefore, Mr. Bian is also telling the truth.
, even if he is a miracle doctor, there is nothing he can do about this kind of thing.
Mo Xiezi said with a look of regret: "I'm sorry for my disciple, he has to live such a mediocre life. Alas, being a teacher is useless." Zhao Jin saw Mo Xiezi like this, and quickly took over and said: "Master, don't worry.
Okay. Disciple, as long as you and grandpa are healthy and safe, I will be satisfied. Master, don’t worry about me anymore."
Mo Xiezi was a little excited and patted Zhao Jin's arm without saying a word. It looked like a scene of deep love between master and disciple.
Mr. Bian was moved and said: "Mr. Mo, don't be too sad. In fact, being an ordinary person is not bad. As long as you are healthy and free from illness and disaster, it is also a blessing. Besides, Mr. Zhao has ancestors like General Zhao, and the Zhao family is blessed. Naturally, in the future
You have no worries about food and clothing."
Mo Xiezi quickly held up his hands and said, "Thank you for Mr. Bian's kind words. I'll ask you later to prescribe some prescriptions and medicated foods for strengthening your body. Mo Xiezi thanks me again."
Mr. Bian quickly nodded in agreement. Zhao She and the others were all shocked when they saw this scene. What did Zhao She think Mo Xiezi and Zhao Jin were acting in? Mr. Bian was so easy to fool. Not only did he not
After finding out the details, he also asked for several prescriptions and medicated diets from others. You must know that this miracle doctor Bian never sees outsiders at all, and his prescriptions and medicated diets are worth ten thousand yuan.
And He Lin discovered that the master of the Zhao family was actually the master craftsman Mo Xiezi. No wonder such a magic weapon appeared last time. This news was worth his while. He must report it to the boss when he returns. In addition,
We must win over this master craftsman for Shenwu Hall. Mo Xiezi, this master craftsman, is a genuine one. Shenwu Hall must be better with such a person.
He Lin handed Han Anguo over to Suo Hu's care. He came to Mo Xiezi and saluted: "Mr. Mo, I'm the deputy director of Shenwu Hall, He Lin. I don't know if the magic weapon displayed in Shenwu Hall last time was made by Mr. Mo Xiezi."
Hands?"
Mo Xiezi didn't show any pretense, and replied with a smile: "Last time it was just a disciple's request. I made that weapon out of curiosity. I'm embarrassing myself in the Shenwu Hall. Please don't take offense."
He Lin replied: "Sir, you are really a master. How can such a magic weapon show its shame? I wonder if you, sir, are interested in participating in the Shenwu Hall's year-end competition next month? This is the reason why I came here this time. When the time comes,
The Shenwu Hall will definitely sweep the couch to welcome you, sir, please honor me."
"Oh, the year-end competition meeting, it is a grand event. Mo will definitely go there to ask for advice, and I will ask Deputy Director He to take care of me then." Mo Xiezi said with a smile.
"How dare you, how dare you! The Shenwu Hall will definitely be waiting for you and Mr. Zhao." He Lin didn't forget to take Zhao Jin with him. It seems that Zhao Jin's status has also been improved.
Zhao Jin just wanted to yawn when he saw Master Mo Xiezi exchanging these false politenesses. It seemed that with Master as a mountain, he would not be noticed for the time being. It was time for the curtain call to end, so Zhao Jin saw that his face was covered with blood.
Han Anguo, who was lying in Suo Hu's arms, pretended to be shocked and exclaimed: "Ah, how is Young Master Han? Look, there's so much blood! Oh, blood, I'm dizzy." After saying that, he fell sideways.
Mo Xiezi supported Zhao Jin and said quickly: "Jiang Ling, why don't you come over and help your senior brother back?" After saying that, he apologized to Mr. Bian and He Lin and said, "Don't blame me, I have dizziness and hemorrhage. I can't see you."
Blood."
Mr. Bian nodded understandingly. Zhao Jin had heard of the bleeding, so he said, "Would you like me to check with the young master?"
Mo Xiezi shook his head and said it was okay, but pointed at Han Anguo and said, "Mr. Bian, let's take a look at Mr. Han. I think his condition is much more serious than that of my disciple."
Only then did Mr. Bian think of Han Anguo, so he shook his head and said, "Mr. Han's meridians have been damaged. It's terrifying that even I can't do anything about it. I wonder if your Excellency can explain to me what's going on with the violent and hot war energy in Mr. Han's body?"
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Naturally, Mo Xiezi would not say that it was Zhao Jin who did it. He pretended to be mysterious and said: "Maybe it is God's will. Mr. Bian, you must know that sometimes God's will cannot be done."
When Mr. Bian heard this, he already understood that it was most likely an old guy like you who had done something wrong. Hey, it was Han Anguo's fault. When he met such a protective God of War, you called his apprentice a waste.
, my master still wants to settle accounts with you. Mr. Bian felt that there was nothing to do if he stayed, so he bowed and left.
He Lin had no choice but to let Suo Hu take the injured Han Anguo and leave together. After leaving the Zhao Mansion, Mr. Bian asked He Lin to take Han Anguo back to Shenwu Hall, and he would treat him later, and then disappeared from He Lin's eyes.
After a while, Mr. Bian appeared in front of the main entrance of the palace in Tiandu City, revealed his identity, and entered the palace.
Mr. Bian did not enter the palace directly, but rushed to a mountain peak behind the palace. This mountain is the highest point of Tiandu City, named Tianyi Mountain. And on this mountain peak is the Tianqin Empire's highest military force, the Temple of War.