Murong Fu has mastered the Shenzhao Sutra. The Shenzhao Sutra itself is a unique skill that is not weaker than the Nine-Yang Magic. However, its strength lies in resurrecting the dead and treating meridians. It is not as perfect as the Nine-Yang Magic in terms of masculinity, but it is still better than the incomplete Nine-Yang Magic.
The magic power is much stronger.
Not long after, Zhang Wuji's face turned from pale to rosy. Zhang Sanfeng had already forced out as much of the cold poison in his body as he could.
Now that the rest has taken root in the internal organs, Murong Fu can only suppress it. Except for Zhang Wuji's own practice of Nine Yang Magic, there is no way to cure it.
Zhou Zhiruo saw that Murong Fu was sweating profusely, so she took out a small handkerchief to wipe Murong Fu's sweat. Li Mochou quickly stopped her: "He is doing his exercises, so don't disturb him." Zhou Zhiruo had to step back.
An hour later, Murong Fu slowly stopped the exercise and felt weak. This was the effect of losing a lot of internal energy.
Zhang Sanfeng stepped forward to catch Zhang Wuji, felt for his pulse, and thought to himself:
"Mr. Murong's masculine inner strength is indeed unique. Originally, Wuji could only live for more than a month at most, but now he has half a year to live. But I wonder if Wuji can completely eradicate the cold poison if he practices this technique.
"Thinking of this, I couldn't help but look at Murong Fu.
Murong Fu also guessed what he was thinking, and said: "My skill is called Shen Zhao Jing. I believe Zhang Zhenzhen has heard of it, but it is not good at masculinity. Brother Wuji's cold poison must be treated with the Nine Yang Divine Skill."
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Zhang Sanfeng looked disappointed and sighed in his heart at the unfortunate fate of the child Wuji. Then he thought that it would be good to live for half a year longer and said, "Thank you, Mr. Murong."
Murong Fu shook his head and closed his eyes to adjust his breathing.
Chang Yuchun stepped forward and asked, "How's it going?"
Zhang Sanfeng shook his head slightly, and Chang Yuchun was surprised and said: "The villain is seriously injured internally and is about to seek treatment from a miracle doctor. Why not take this young man with him? That miracle doctor has the ability to bring the dead back to life."
Zhang Sanfeng was startled and suddenly thought of someone, "Is it Hu Qingniu, one of the four great doctors?"
Chang Yuchun said: "It's him. I didn't expect that the old Taoist priest also knew my name, Master Hu."
Zhang Sanfeng was hesitant. He had not thought about asking a miracle doctor to treat Zhang Wuji. He once visited Xue Muhua, the "enemy of the King of Hell", but Xue Muhua was helpless.
As for the other three miracle doctors, there is no trace of the "King of Poisonous Hand Medicine", "Famous Murderer" Ping Yizhi and "Diegu Medical Immortal" Hu Qingniu are both members of the demon sect.
He also had a weird temper, and he was unwilling to let Zhang Sanfeng kill people for no reason or let Wuji join the Demon Cult, so he gave up the idea of visiting the miracle doctor.
Seeing him silent, Chang Yuchun understood his thoughts and said:
"Although Master Zhang and Uncle Hu have never treated outsiders, Master Zhang showed great kindness by saving this villain. Master Hu must make an exception. If he really refuses to do anything, I will never give up on him."
Zhang Sanfeng said: "I have heard that Mr. Hu's medical skills are amazing, but the cold poison on Wuji's body is really unusual..."
"This young man is half-dead anyway. He can't be cured at most, and his left and right are dead, so what's there to worry about?" He was extremely straightforward, and he said what was in his mind.
Zhang Sanfeng was shocked when he heard the words "Everyone is dead", and thought to himself: "What this reckless man said is not bad. Seeing that Wuji will only live for half a year at most, he has to treat a dead horse as a living horse doctor."
Although he figured it out, Zhang Wuji was still the only flesh and blood of his beloved disciple, so he was still very reluctant to part with him.
"Brother Wuji is by no means a short-lived figure. It's better to let him go out and try his best. Maybe there will be another opportunity." Murong Fu woke up from meditation and said.
"That's it, I'll leave it to you. But let's talk beforehand. Mr. Hu can never force Wuji to join the religion, and I, the Wudang Sect, don't accept your respect."
Zhang Sanfeng's heart moved and he made a decision, agreeing to let Chang Yuchun take Zhang Wuji to seek medical treatment.
That night, after everyone had rested, Murong Fu called Zhou Zhiruo alone. Looking at the beautiful little girl in front of him, Murong Fu was also a little confused whether to send her to Emei or take her with him.
If you take her with you, no one knows what will happen in the future. Besides, Emei is also a piece of fat. If you can hold it in your hands, it will be a big help in the future. But if you send it to Emei, will she fall in love with Zhang Wuji like before?
Woolen cloth?
Zhou Zhiruo saw that the young master had been frowning and thinking since he came in. He didn't dare to disturb him, but she couldn't help but glance at him. After a while, Murong Fu said, "Zhiruo, will you follow me?"
Zhou Zhiruo nodded, thinking in her mind: "When dad dies, I will be the only one left in the world. This young master protected me like that during the day, so I think he will definitely treat me well."
Murong Fu couldn't help but tease: "Hey, you are following me to be my little wife."
Zhou Zhiruo rubbed the corners of her clothes with her little hands, her face turned red, and she said, "Zhiruo is not worthy of the young master. She just hopes to be a maid by his side."
Murong Fu pondered for a moment and said, "I plan to send you to Emei."
"Ah!" Zhou Zhiruo was stunned at first, then fell silent.
Murong Fu walked over and kissed Zhou Zhiruo's little mouth. Zhou Zhiruo was startled, took two steps back, covered her little mouth, her face turned red, and she didn't know how to react.
"Well, this is called stamping. After stamping, you will be mine forever." Murong Fu said domineeringly.
Zhou Zhiruo said "Hmm" as quietly as a mosquito, and then asked: "Then... why did the young master send me to Emei?"
"My lord, my name is Brother Fu." Murong Fu said shamelessly.
Zhou Zhiruo Nuo Nuo called out: "Fu... Fu brother."
Murong Fu continued: "I am sending you to Emei to study art. Emei is a famous sect. It is better than staying with me as a maid."
"I...I would like to be a maid."
"Nonsense, Zhiruo has excellent qualifications and is a proud daughter of heaven. How can she be a maid?"
"Zhiruo is just a boat girl."
Murong Furuo looked at her meaningfully, pinched her little face and said:
"Have you forgotten what I told you on the boat? From now on, I will be your brother, and you will be the young lady of the Murong family. I sent you to Emei to let you learn the Emei sect martial arts well and be of great help to your brother in the future.
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Zhou Zhiruo pinched her face and taught him a lesson. Although she felt it was inappropriate, she felt very intimate at the same time. She asked, "I...can I?"
"You can do it. I will teach you a set of magical skills. But you can only practice it after you join the Emei Sect."
As he spoke, Murong Fu read the formula of Xiao Wuxiang Kung to her until she knew it by heart. Then he taught her the Bone Forging Chapter of the Nine Yin Manual, so that she could cooperate with her practice in the future.
Murong Fu warned: "Practice this magical skill in private and don't tell anyone. If someone discovers it as a last resort, you can also tell me frankly. Magical skills and other things are just clouds. Zhiruo is the most important thing, do you understand? "