Chapter 353 What kind of medical skills can you have without a beard?
"Master, is this guy hurting you? I'll kill him now and avenge you." The fat baby girl said angrily.
"Yuanyuan, he didn't hurt me, it was because his old injury relapsed for his teacher." The man in white explained helplessly.
Suddenly, the girl seemed to think of something and said with a straight face: "Master, have you been discussing with someone again? Haven't you promised me not to do anything again?" At this time, she heard her tone, as if she was
Master is the same.
The man in white smiled a little disappointed.
Long Juntu stepped forward and said, "Junior Sister Tang Yuan, this is a misunderstanding. You should put down the sword first!" He also had a headache for this junior sister.
The fat baby girl stared at Xiao He again, then put away the sword, her eyes as if she was saying, "Wait for me."
Xiao He was speechless. Today he had provoked whom he had been so angry that he had no reason to come out to find him to compete with him. In the end, he was hated by his apprentice. He suddenly felt like he was being hit by someone.
At this time, the disciples of the martial arts school who were watching the night rushed over and heard the news. Seeing this scene, the disciples were also shocked, "Director, what happened?"
"It's okay, you guys go back first!" Xiao He waved to the disciples. He just heard the names of Long Juntu and the three of them, and he probably guessed the relationship between the three of them. I think this pair of masters and apprentices should be brought by Long Juntu.
of.
After saying that, he turned to Long Juntu and asked in confusion: "Brother Long, what do you mean?"
Long Juntu couldn't explain clearly for a while, "Mr. Xiao, let's find a place to sit down and chat!"
Xiao He nodded and threw the Qi and Blood Pill in his hand to Long Juntu.
Long Jun understood the truth and immediately handed the Qi and Blood Pill to the man in white to take it. The man had no doubt about it, as if he had eaten the Qi and Blood Pill before.
Seeing this, Xiao He finally understood. No wonder the man was full of qi and blood just now. I thought he should have eaten the Qi and Blood Pill he gave to Long Juntu.
In the empty practice room, the lights were brightly lit, and several people sat cross-legged on the futon used for meditation. Because what happened just now, the atmosphere was a bit awkward.
Especially the fat baby girl, she kept her mouth flat and looked at Xiao He without looking at him, as if Xiao He owed her millions. In her opinion, it was still fine when her master came, because of Xiao
Hecai's old injury recurs.
At this time, the man in white said, "Yuan'er, make us a pot of tea!"
Tang Yuan then put away her fierce gaze. She turned a jade bracelet on her wrist and took out a set of tea sets out of thin air.
A space magic weapon?
Xiao He was slightly surprised. This thing is very rare now, and it is the second thing he has seen so far. It can be seen that this pair of masters and apprentices must be of great origin.
Seeing Xiao He's surprised expression, Tang Yuan raised his chin slightly, and she felt that Xiao He was a rare and strange country bumpkin.
However, although Tang Yuan looks like a tiger, her tea art is good. Her tea making technique is like flowing clouds and water, which is pleasing to the eye and has a great style.
"Cough cough!" Long Juntu said a little apologetically after coughing twice: "Mr. Xiao, I will introduce you first. These two are my uncle and junior sister."
"It was indeed a bit abrupt when visiting late at night. Please don't blame Mr. Xiao."
"Tsk!" Tang Yuan, who was beside him, snorted coldly, "My master is a sword saint. It is the honor of this kid for eight lifetimes to be able to get my master to visit."
Sword Saint?
Xiao He didn't care about Tang Yuan's ridicule, but Xiao He was a little surprised by her calling Wen Liang the Sword Saint. No wonder the other party's swordsmanship was so high.
"Yuan'er, make tea!" Wen Liang scolded gently, and then said to Xiao He: "Little brother, I'm sorry, I sensed your sword energy just now in the distance, so I rushed over before Juntu and the others.
Now.”
It turned out that the three of them were coming together, but Wen Liang took advantage of the two negotiating with the martial arts disciples at the door and came to Xiao He's martial arts yard first, which led to the scene of the two competing.
Xiao He couldn't help but feel depressed. This person shouldn't be called Sword Saint or Sword Crazy! He was ready to go back to sleep, but he was pulled to fight him.
Seeing that Xiao He seemed a little unhappy, Long Juntu hurriedly said, "Mr. Xiao, I actually brought my uncle here to invite you..."
"Care you right?" Xiao He interrupted Long Juntu's words first.
When he saw Wen Liang's true energy suddenly overflowing, he guessed that this person must have suffered severe internal injuries, but Xiao He's initial attention was not on this, so he didn't check it carefully.
Seeing that Xiao He saw Wen Liang was injured, Long Juntu said excitedly: "Mr. Xiao, can you treat my uncle's injury?"
Tang Yuan, who was making tea on the side, interrupted disdainfully, "Just him? He doesn't even have a beard, what kind of medical skills can he have?"
"Senior Brother Long, are you confused? My master's injuries cannot be cured even by the four great imperial doctors. What can he do as a young boy?"
Obviously, Tang Yuan was still angry about what happened just now, so she naturally wanted her master's injury to be cured, but she just felt that Xiao He was not happy about it.
Long Juntu glared at Tang Yuan, "Mr. Xiao, don't mind, Junior Sister Tang Yuan has no malicious intentions."
Xiao He nodded and looked at Wen Liang and said, "Brother Wen, if I read it correctly, your internal organs were severely damaged three years ago, and your blood meridians and qi veins were broken. Being able to survive to this day must be the maintenance of countless magic medicines.
I’ve earned it with you with your own cultivation!”
Hearing Xiao He's words, Wen Liang was startled and then said frankly: "Brother Xiao, you're right!"
Xiao He continued to ask, "I'm just curious about what kind of person is that he can beat you to such a serious injury?"
He knew that before Wen Liang's strength was damaged, at least at the mid-stage level of the Earth level was above, there were only a handful of martial artists who could injure the Earth level.
"This..." Wen Liang frowned, as if there was something unspeakable.
Long Juntu saw the uncle's embarrassment, so he said seriously: "Mr. Xiao, there are some things here, which are inconvenient to reveal the secrets of my Qingyi, but I can tell you that uncle was injured for my Long Kingdom.
.” Speaking of this, a hint of sadness appeared on Long Juntu's face.
Was he injured for the country? Xiao He couldn't help but think of what was inside Long Juntu's body. It's not difficult to guess that Wen Liang might be like Long Juntu, carrying a lot of things on his back.
So he stopped asking questions and said frankly: "Brother Wen, please forgive me for your situation. You can only persist for half a year at most. You will definitely die in half a year."
Hearing Xiao He's words, Tang Yuan stood up like a dry land pulling onions and stared at Xiao He with murderous intent, "Boy, do you dare to curse my master? I will kill you now." She said inconsistently
, he was going to draw a sword to cut off Xiao He's posture.
"Yuaner, sit down!"
"Brother Xiao is right. I know my body myself. I really have only half a year to live." Wen Liang said with a lonely expression. He kept his situation hidden from his apprentice, but he didn't expect that Xiao He would tell him today.
"Click!" The teacup in Tang Yuan's hand slid down, and her eyes that looked like autumn water cuttered, shock and sadness flowed out, and her shiny and plump pink lips were tightly pursed, as if she was unacceptable to this.
Wen Liang sighed and didn't care about his apprentice for the time being, "Brother Xiao, we have a fate to meet. I just watched your sword technique, which is indeed very exquisite. But you should use less of your method of using blood to fill your sword in the future!
”
"Although this can trigger the sharpness of the sword, it is not beneficial to your own swordsmanship."
In Wen Liang's opinion, Xiao He must have no choice but to treat his injuries. He wanted to mention Xiao He when he was leaving.
Little did he know that his words caused a stir in Xiao He's heart. This incident has always been something that Xiao He couldn't figure out. Could it be that the sword saint knows the reason?