"Natural Shaman?" Zhao Jin asked puzzledly, why would such a title appear?
"Well, it's what we barbarians call super healers." Uriel explained, "This kind of people have the ability to heal people through their own fighting spirit. They may not be very powerful in combat, but they are good at healing.
But in terms of performance, no one can match them. And their most basic feature is that their fighting spirit is always this emerald green."
Well? Zhao Jin looked at Ling'er, and it was true that Ling'er's fighting spirit was not that dark green, but a very refreshing emerald green. If you didn't observe carefully, you really couldn't tell the difference. Is it a natural shaman?
?Zhao Jin does not believe that Ling'er is a barbarian or a descendant of a barbarian tribe, because Ling'er does not have any characteristics that a barbarian should have.
Zhao Jin thought about it carefully, and finally remembered what Ling'er's situation should be called in Tianqin. This kind of people are called medical spirits. These people are like the natural shamans mentioned by Uriel, who use themselves
The fighting spirit has the effect of healing people, but these people are not the native residents of Tianqin. They come from another race, the Yi tribe.
The Yi tribe living in the three continents of Shu, Yue, and You is a mysterious race. Since the Dongsheng Continent has written records, this race has been entangled with the human race. It is rumored that they were once a human race in ancient times. Because they failed in the power struggle, they
He retired to Shu, which was relatively wild at that time, and crossed the two places, calling himself the Yi tribe.
Gradually, these people settled and multiplied there, and gradually developed towards Youzhou. Perhaps because they were not affected by the human culture of the Central Plains, the Yi people had their own way of practicing fighting spirit, and among them was this kind of fighting spirit that healed others.
Cultivation. Nowadays, the medical spirits on the Eastern Saint Continent are generally the Yi tribe or their descendants.
Could it be that Ling'er is a Yi tribe or a descendant of it? Zhao Jin guessed in his heart. But why does Ling'er want to hide the fact that he has fighting spirit like himself? Maybe it is to avoid becoming a vassal of the famous family. You know, there is no such thing.
People don't get sick, and medical spirits should be the best doctors in this continent, and aristocratic families will keep such people in their hands.
As for a woman as beautiful as Ling'er, her fate is probably even worse, and she may become a plaything in the hands of others. It seems that Ling'er's grandfather Qian Lian saw this and asked Ling'er not to show his strength. Zhao
After Jin figured this out, he sighed in his heart, no wonder beauties are so unlucky, and this talented beauties are even more unlucky.
"Ulie, can you promise me something?" Zhao Jin asked, looking at Ling'er in the carriage.
"Well?" Uriel was stunned, not knowing why Zhao Jin asked and said this.
"Whatever happened here tonight, don't mention it to anyone else, just treat it as a favor to me." Zhao Jin rubbed his left shoulder and said.
"A favor? This is the hardest thing to repay. Do I know why?" Uriel wondered why Zhao Jin said this. Indeed, Zhao Jin was a big deal when he rescued him from the black market.
It was a favor, and it was another favor to allow him to enter Prince Zhao's palace. Uriel had no reason to refuse Zhao Jin's request, but he was curious about the reason why Zhao Jin did this.
"Some people have abilities that others cannot match. In addition to being enviable, they can also cause unexpected disasters. Since you ask others to help, you naturally have an obligation to consider the options for others. Otherwise, who will come to help you in the future?
That’s it.”
"Is that so?" Uriel heard what Zhao Jin meant. It turned out to be about the woman in the car. At the same time, Uriel also knew that if a woman like Ling'er was found to have such an ability, there would be no one behind her.
If the background is strong, the situation will be very miserable. Such things happen from time to time on the vast grasslands. As the son of the leader of a large tribe, he has seen such situations with his own eyes.
Uriel smiled, unable to tell that the man next to him had such a meticulous mind. Coupled with the strength he had shown before, he seemed to be a hidden master.
So Uriel joked: "Of course I will agree to this, but I am curious, what is the relationship between you two? You are very good at putting yourself in other people's shoes."
Zhao Jin was stunned for a moment, and heard the hidden meaning of Ulie's words, and said: "I didn't expect that the barbarians also have such gossip talents as you. Don't you barbarians pride themselves on being straightforward? Now you have learned to use other people's words?"
"Gossip? What is that?" Ulie thought what Zhao Jin said was very strange, but he knew it was definitely not a good thing. So he said: "Men should bravely pursue the woman they like. I really don't understand you Qin people these days.
I always like to use roundabout ways to hint to others, aren’t you tired of doing this?”
"Damn it, which one of your eyes saw that I like someone, and what did I hint at? It's because you, a barbarian, think too much. Isn't it okay for friends to think about each other?" Zhao Jin retorted,
He felt that he and Ling'er were at best friends, and it was too early for them to be lovers.
"Tch, don't you Tianqin people always say that if you want to take something first, you must give it first. You are obviously like a weasel giving New Year greetings to a chicken. Everyone can see your thoughts."
"Holy shit, where are you following this? Please don't talk nonsense because you don't know Tianqin dialect. My reputation has been completely ruined by you, a barbarian, tonight."
"Then you admitted it?"
"I admit, rescuing you was my biggest mistake tonight."
"Bah!" Two crisp applauses stopped the conversation between Zhao Jin and Ulie. Ling'er jumped out of the car, walked up to Zhao Jin, raised his head and looked directly at Zhao Jin.
Zhao Jin was stared at like this and quickly took two steps back and explained: "We were just joking, don't mind. By the way, how is my brother?"
Ling'er naturally heard Zhao Jin's conversation in the car, and felt a little touched in her heart. Maybe since she was a child, it was the first time that someone of the opposite sex, except her grandpa or grandpa Huo, had considered her so carefully. But why did she hear that?
When Zhao Jin said he didn't like him, he felt a little disappointed? Where did this feeling come from?
After all, Ling'er was a young girl who had just started to fall in love, so naturally she didn't understand this. When she saw Zhao Jin's clear eyes, she thought, maybe time will tell everything.
Ling'er adjusted his mood and waved his hand to Zhao Jin. Jiang Ling's poison was not serious and he just needed to rest for a few days. Although Jiang Ling was wearing a mask, Ling'er could vaguely recognize him.
So as someone's personal bodyguard, the identity of the man in front of him is almost obvious.
Ling'er saw that Zhao Jin's left arm was a little stiff, and raised her chin, motioning for Zhao Jin to show her. Zhao Jin had no choice but to do so and stretched out his left arm. Ling'er's emerald-green fighting spirit appeared again, surrounding Zhao Jin.
Zhao Jin's left arm was explored, and Ling'er was shocked to see that there was a serious fracture in Zhao Jin's left arm.