Chapter 333 You just choose to believe and leave the rest to me
After learning that Jiang Muyang had a way to save people, the two old men stared at him with fiery eyes.
There was expectation in his eyes, and there was also a hint of caution that was not easy to detect.
After all, Jiang Muyang is no longer a pure martial arts genius. He is a future star and a savior-like existence in their minds.
Seeing this, Jiang Muyang chuckled to himself, without being pretentious, and said directly: "Rescuing people is like putting out fires. Please lead the way. Let's go treat Zhang Ling and the others first."
"good!"
Dao Lingtian nodded heavily.
Afterwards, the three of them set off immediately.
In less than half an hour, we arrived at Wolong Villa.
In this martial arts exchange meeting, although the Chinese side won the final victory, it was also a tragic victory.
Of the ten contestants, everyone was injured, and three even died on the field.
Among them, Zhang Ling was the most seriously injured. He was tortured in extremely cruel ways by Onitsuka Ichiro. All the bones in his body were shattered and his meridians were severed. He was able to save his life thanks to the presence of Mo Lingfeng, the elder of Yaowang Valley.
Zhenqi healed his injuries and prolonged his life, and also gave him a life-saving elixir that was extremely expensive.
Otherwise, Zhang Ling would most likely have died as soon as he came off the field.
After the martial arts exchange meeting ended, the strong men of the Martial Alliance Battle Hall escorted the injured geniuses of Longmen back to Wolong Villa for recuperation and healing.
Seeing Dao Lingtian and Mo Lingfeng coming back, Zhao Yuan, who was waiting at the door, quickly walked over, fisted his fist, and said very quickly: "Dragon Lord, you are finally back. Zhang Ling just woke up.
He couldn't accept the fact that he had become a disabled person, and he had some thoughts of committing suicide..."
Hearing this, Dao Lingtian's face changed slightly and he quickly asked: "How is he now?"
Zhao Yuan said: "Feipeng is looking at him."
"Come to me quickly."
Dao Lingtian raised his hand and said in a deep voice.
Zhao Yuan nodded, then led the way, leading Jiang Muyang, Dao Lingtian and Mo Lingfeng towards Zhang Ling's room.
Before they even entered the door, everyone heard Zhang Ling's cries.
"Feipeng! I beg you, help me, good brother, I am a useless person now! I don't want to lie in bed and linger for the rest of my life. This kind of life is better than death. Feipeng, help me, give me
I'll do it with one knife, just one knife!"
Soon Yuan Feipeng's voice came: "Zhang Ling! Have you forgotten that the brothers agreed to fight in the world with swords? Have you forgotten that we are all determined to be heroes and righteous, to eliminate violence and bring peace to the good? You can't give up! Dragon Lord and Doctor Mo are both here
Find a way to save you, they will definitely find a way."
Zhang Ling said desperately: "Don't comfort me, I know my situation best. Look at me, I'm like a puddle of mud. Except for my mouth and eyes, I can't move at all. Unless there are gods in this world,
Otherwise... I can only lie in bed for the rest of my life. This feeling is worse than death, and life is worse than death!"
"Who said only gods can save you!"
At this moment, a voice suddenly came from the direction of the door.
Jiang Muyang was the first to push open the door and enter.
As soon as he entered the door, he saw Yuan Feipeng sitting by the bed, his eyes red, looking at him in surprise.
Yuan Feipeng's abdomen was wrapped in gauze, with blood oozing out. He was wearing a coat and his face was slightly pale.
In the second round of the martial arts exchange meeting, he defeated Morita Taku, but he also suffered serious injuries. His abdomen was pierced by a tachi. In addition, internal injuries could not be ignored. He should have been able to recover peacefully, but because of worries about Zhang Ling
I was in a bad state, so I stayed by the bed.
"Jiang...Brother Jiang..."
Yuan Feipeng stood up quickly and accidentally stretched the wound, grinning in pain.
Zhang Ling was lying on the bed, his body covered in bandages stained red with blood. He moved his eyes hard and looked towards the door.
Jiang Muyang strode forward, patted Yuan Feipeng's shoulder gently, then looked down at Zhang Ling and said: "Why, this little setback has knocked you down? Are you still the high-spirited Longmen genius Zhang Ling?"
Zhang Ling's eyes turned red instantly, and he said in a weak voice: "Brother Jiang, I...I'm scared..."
After saying that, two lines of hot tears fell from the corners of his eyes.
When we first met, Zhang Ling was so high-spirited and even a little domineering.
At that time, although Jiang Muyang didn't have a good impression of him, at least his overall mental state was very strong and sunny.
But now, the whole person is shrouded in despair, and the idea of suicide has arisen.
From a martial arts genius with a bright future in the past to a cripple paralyzed in bed with all his cultivation now, this mental gap is like dust falling from the clouds. Even a determined person may find it difficult to accept it for a while.
Dao Lingtian watched these geniuses grow up in Longmen. Many of them were brought to Longmen when they were seven or eight years old or even younger. In Dao Lingtian's eyes, they were disciples and students.
He is a subordinate and more like his own grandchild.
"Xiao Ling, don't give up hope. Jiang Xiaoyou can cure you." Dao Lingtian took a deep breath and said in a deep voice.
Hearing this, Zhang Ling's eyes instantly flashed with excitement.
But soon, it dimmed.
It's not that he doesn't want to believe it, it's because it's simply impossible.
The Dragon Lord must be comforting himself, just like what was shown on TV, when someone is terminally ill, his relatives will tell him some white lies to deceive him.
Seemingly seeing what Zhang Ling was thinking, Jiang Muyang smiled slightly, looked at him and said, "Zhang Ling, do you dare to make a bet with me on whether I can cure you?"
Jiang Muyang's speaking voice was not high-pitched, but for some reason, it had an inexplicable and convincing magic power.
Deep in his heart, Zhang Ling subconsciously chose to believe.
His eyes moved, he opened his mouth, and said in a hoarse and weak voice: "Okay, Brother Jiang, I'll make a bet with you. The bet is my life."
"Looking at your face, you can live to be at least a hundred years old!" Jiang Muyang joked.
Then he turned to Dao Lingtian and said: "Dragon Lord, Zhang Ling's injury is serious. I want to use my unique zhenqi to heal his injuries first and stabilize his condition. Please go out and wait."
Dao Lingtian was self-righteous. After encouraging Zhang Ling, he walked out of the door with Mo Lingfeng and Yuan Feipeng and closed the door.
inside the room.
Jiang Muyang looked at Zhang Ling and smiled slightly.
Quietly operating the Xuantian Creation Technique, the powerful true energy surged throughout the body instantly, and finally converged towards his hands.
He slowly stretched out his hands and floated them above Zhang Ling's body.
The powerful and vast true energy lingers in the palm of the hand, and appears as white mist, condensing but not dividing, gathering but not dispersing.
The whole person exudes a mysterious and mysterious feeling.
Zhang Ling's pupils shrank slightly.
Suddenly I felt like I couldn't see through Jiang Muyang at all.
But at the same time, his heart felt a lot more stable.
At least from the current point of view, Jiang Muyang is not comforting him, but he really has a way and is working hard.
"Close your eyes, adjust your breathing, and relax your mind."
At this time, a disembodied voice, like the sound of heaven, sounded directly in Zhang Ling's mind.
He became energetic and quickly followed the instructions.
Jiang Muyang's hands were suspended above Zhang Ling's body, and the white mist transformed by his true energy diffused down from his palms and surged toward Zhang Ling.
Zhang Ling suddenly felt warm all over his body, as if there were warm currents flowing through his eight meridians and limbs, constantly repairing and nourishing his body.
The pain almost disappeared and was replaced by a very comfortable feeling.
But soon, this ecstatic feeling disappeared.
"Okay, open your eyes."
A faint voice sounded.
Um?
alright?
Zhang Ling's eyelids twitched and he quickly opened his eyes.
I tried to move my fingers, but found that I couldn't control it at all!
If the bones and meridians are completely severed, it will be impossible to control all parts of the body.
He suddenly felt despair. Did he fail?
At this time, Jiang Muyang said in a relaxed tone: "Don't have so many inner dramas. Your broken bones and broken meridians are not easy to heal, but this does not mean that there is no chance.
Just now, I only used my true energy to nourish your meridians and broken bones, otherwise it would quickly degenerate and there would be no possibility of recovery.
This is just the first step. Next, I will refine the elixir for you to connect the bones and renew the meridians. After taking it, the broken bones will heal, the meridians will be reshaped, and your martial arts practice will gradually recover. As long as you practice hard, your future achievements may not be guaranteed.
You will be weaker than others."
"Is there really such a magical elixir?" Zhang Ling couldn't believe it.
Jiang Muyang nodded and said: "Of course there is, you just choose to believe it and leave the rest to me."
Zhang Ling grinned: "Okay."
This smile is a smile from the heart.
Now, he has completely believed Jiang Muyang's words.
Because the changes in his body were so obvious, not only did the pain completely disappear, but he could also feel that the bones and meridians were wrapped in a gentle energy, and some wonderful changes were taking place.