"Stop, stop!" Seeing Murong Xue sticking out her tongue and wanting to lick it again, Murong Fu hurriedly stopped her. Although her little tongue was extremely soft, it was very sad to have the saliva stuck to her face.
Seeing the slight loss in Murong Xue's eyes, Murong Fu said again: "Tomorrow... come back tomorrow. Xue'er will follow me from now on. Well, when you grow up, my brother will teach you a good morning bite, which is..."
Suddenly, Murong Fu felt that the body in his arms suddenly became cold. When he looked at Murong Xue again, he saw her brows were furrowed and her skin turned white.
Murong Fu hurriedly said: "Xue'er, what's wrong with you? Where do you feel uncomfortable?"
Murong Xue did not answer, but bit her lips tightly, as if enduring great pain.
Murong Fu stretched out his hand to check her pulse. Unfortunately, he didn't understand medical skills at all. It would have been okay to check for a minor illness or pain, but now except that he felt that Murong Xue's pulse was getting weaker and weaker, he knew nothing.
After only a few breaths had passed, Murong Xue's lips were already purple, and his body was getting colder and colder. Murong Fu felt anxious and had no choice but to channel the Shen Zhao Sutra's true energy into Murong Xue's body.
After a while, when Murong Xue's face softened slightly and she said, "There is a way," Murong Fu breathed a sigh of relief and used all his strength to use the Shenzhao Sutra to increase the flow of true energy.
After another incense stick, Murong Fu was already sweating profusely, and his true energy was about to bottom out. He had only a small degree of success in Shen Zhao Jing, and his internal energy was not very deep. Fortunately, Murong Xue's body temperature had gradually risen, and his complexion did not change.
No matter how painful it is, I feel relieved now.
It wasn't until Murong Xue returned to normal that Murong Fu asked, "Xue'er, what did you feel uncomfortable about just now?"
Murong Xue stretched out her hand and pressed her left chest, saying, "It hurts...it hurts."
"Heart disease?" Murong Fu exclaimed in surprise. What she looked like just now really looked like a heart attack. If it was a heart attack, that would be troublesome.
Then he thought something was wrong. He had never heard that a heart attack would cause the whole body to become freezing cold.
After thinking about it, Murong Fu stretched out a finger and pressed it on Murong Xue's left chest to check her heart pulse. Then, with a look of surprise on his face, he checked the key acupuncture points on Murong Xue's limbs, lower abdomen, back, etc., and finally murmured.
Vocal:
"This turns out to be... Liuyin Juemei!".
Murong Fu remembered a book about meridians he had read when he was looking through martial arts secret books not long ago. Absolute meridians: It is caused by the natural blockage of meridians in the human body. It is divided into three, six and nine types. Women belong to yin, and the twelve regular meridians of the human body are all yin meridians.
, so it is called the Three Yin Jue Meridian, the Six Yin Jue Mai, and the Nine Yin Jue Mai.
Men, on the other hand, have three-yang, six-yang, and nine-yang pulses. If the biggest characteristic of this type of pulse-breaking disease was not the biting coldness all over the body, Murong Fu might not have been able to recognize it.
Looking at the thin Murong Xue in his arms, Murong Fu felt pity in his heart. He thought he would be able to save her from the sea of suffering in the future, but now he is making matters worse. The book only mentions four things about how painful Liuyin Juemui disease is.
Words: Life is worse than death.
Murong Fu thought in his mind that this congenital terminal pulse would indeed be a terminal disease in later generations, but in this magical world of martial arts, it might be easier to treat than heart disease.
After all, as long as the internal strength is deep enough to a certain extent, he can open the meridians, but his internal strength is shallow, let alone opening the meridians for others, even if he penetrates deep into the meridians, he cannot do it.
After pondering for a long time, Murong Fu decided to take Xue'er and rush to Wuliang Mountain as soon as possible. As long as he obtained the Beiming Divine Art, it would not be easy to gain deep inner strength. Moreover, the Xiaoyao sect's medical skills were magical, and there might be some way to cure Murong Xue.
Murong Fu took Murong Xue to the previously unknown town, where they saw a sharp contrast between the boy wearing white clothes and black clothes, and the girl wearing black clothes and white clothes.
Both of them were in tatters and tatters, but they looked handsome and refined, attracting the attention of passers-by on the street. However, they immediately noticed the white hair of the girl and noticed something strange in their eyes, so they moved away.
Murong Xue also noticed the gazes of others, and stretched out her hand to instinctively wrap a black scarf around her head, but when she touched her head it was empty, she remembered that the black scarf had been thrown away by Murong Fu, and she immediately lowered her head and shrank behind Murong Fu.
Murong Fu held Murong Xue's hand tightly and said softly: "Don't be afraid, I will take care of everything."
Murong Fu was penniless and could not buy clothes. He thought of the bun shop owner that day. With that ingot of silver, even if he gave Murong Xue ten buns a day, it would be enough for several months.
As a result, within a few days, he dared to swallow the ingot of silver without conscience, causing the young man to eat grass roots several times. He decided to teach him a lesson and get the money back.
Arriving in front of the bun shop, Murong Fu chuckled and said, "Boss, do you still remember me?" The man in Tsing Yi raised his head and opened his mouth: "Hey, sir, it's you!"
Then he noticed Murong Fu's dress, his smile faded, and he waved his hands impatiently, "You little beggar, get out of here, I don't have time to greet you!"
Murong Fu snorted coldly and said: "Hmph, you dare to pretend to be my uncle, are you looking for death?" As he said this, he raised his hand and slammed the table, leaving a vague palm print on the table.
The man in Tsing Yi was startled, and took a closer look at Murong Fu. Although he still didn't remember who he was, looking at the fingerprints on the table, he knew that this must be someone from the martial arts world. He squeezed out a smile and said:
"My guest has misunderstood. It's my fault. It's my fault, but I wonder if you are?"
Murong Fu didn't bother to pursue it. He really had no interest in such an ordinary person, so he immediately said: "I gave you a piece of silver half a month ago to help a little beggar. Have you forgotten?"
"It's you! I...I gave alms!" The man in Tsing Yi then remembered who the young man in front of him was. At first, he gave Murong Xue a steamed bun every day, but after a few days, Murong Fu didn't come back, so he never gave him any more.
Already.
"I've only been gone for less than three days, and you dared to cheat on me! Stop talking nonsense and give me back my money!"
"I...I..." The man in green clothes suddenly became speechless and could not speak, but asking him to pay back the money was more painful than cutting his flesh.
The man felt cruel in his heart, I don't care who you are in the martial arts world, but you still dare to rob him in broad daylight. Are you treating the government as a decoration? So he said arrogantly: "Why, I have already given him dozens of steamed buns for that ingot of silver.
That’s why my steamed buns are so expensive!”
"Oh, really!" Murong Fu ducked in front of the man and grabbed his hand, "Ah, it hurts, it hurts..." The man's face wrinkled into a ball, and he kept moaning in pain.
"You still don't want to pay back the money?" Murong Fu held the man in green's hand tightly, his wrist already using his inner strength.
The man in green gritted his teeth and shouted: "Help! Someone is robbing someone in broad daylight. Help!"
As soon as this shout came out, people on the street looked at Murong Fu and pointed, but for a while no one dared to come forward to rescue him.