After leaving Shura Kitchen Saint's residence, Ling Feng went straight to the ghost doctor's medicine house. After a month of "Tai Xuan Acupuncture" treatment, the ghost doctor was finally able to withstand the power of the Purple Spirit Xuan Xinghua.
A powerful medicine.
Therefore, it is time to provide further treatment for the ghost doctor.
The ultimate goal is, of course, to completely eradicate his hidden cold disease.
"Little friend Ling Feng, you are here!"
Every day at noon, Ling Feng would come to perform acupuncture on himself, so the ghost doctor would also go out to greet Ling Feng at this time.
As a doctor, he can naturally feel that his condition has gradually improved since this month.
He couldn't believe that such a young man, only in his early twenties, could have such extraordinary medical skills.
But the facts are right in front of you, and you can't help but not believe it.
"Um."
The two walked into the medicine house. Ling Feng helped the ghost doctor sit down and said with a faint smile: "Senior, I also said yesterday that your current physical condition can already start to use the medicinal power of the Purple Spirit Star Flower.
The cold poison is forced out of the body."
"This cold poison has accumulated in my body for so many years. It is not easy to completely force it out."
The ghost doctor sighed softly, "The Purple Spirit Star Flower is so precious, it is really a waste to waste it on me, an old man who is about to die. I'd better keep it, little friend, maybe it will come in handy in the future. My current situation is better.
That’s a lot.”
"No matter how good the spirit flower or herb is, its value can only be reflected when it is used to save people."
Ling Feng's face became solemn and he said seriously: "Okay, senior, don't shirk it anymore. This Purple Spirit Star Flower was taken out by Senior Blood Demon Shou at the risk of death. You can't let him down."
"Why……"
The ghost doctor sighed softly and nodded in agreement.
Ling Feng smiled faintly, took the Purple Spirit Star Flower out of the flower ring, gently picked off one of its petals, and said slowly: "The Purple Spirit Star Flower has five petals in total. Senior, take one every five days.
The younger generation will also use acupuncture to relieve the cold toxins in the body of the older generation."
"It's all thanks to you."
The ghost doctor nodded, took the petals in his mouth, and chewed them gently.
"I haven't thanked you yet for the Forbidden Breaking Pill. My senior has broken the seal for me. I should do my best to cure my senior."
Ling Feng immediately took out a row of golden needles and sat cross-legged behind the ghost doctor. He had already understood the original "Tai Xuan Acupuncture Technique". It must be said that his grandfather was a medical genius who was able to create such miraculous skills.
medical skills.
However, since we said goodbye that day at the border of the Western Wilderness of the Tianbai Empire, I have never seen him again.
Although he planned and arranged some things that he did not want to do, and even indirectly caused him to kill his grandfather (Ling Kun) who had raised him since he was a child, at the beginning, Ling Feng could not help but feel towards this biological grandfather who was related by blood.
Hatred arises in my heart.
But as time went by, Ling Feng gradually became able to understand him better.
Maybe the method he used made him extremely painful, but didn't he himself suffer a lot?
Nowadays, amid the vast sea of people, there is no news from him.
Maybe he is very powerful, but like himself, he needs to face the entire Xantian clan!
grandfather!
Ling Feng clenched his fists. Perhaps his previous indifferent attitude towards him had caused some damage to him invisibly.
"Little friend Ling Feng?"
The ghost doctor turned around and glanced at Ling Feng, "You seem a little distracted?"
"No...nothing..."
Ling Feng shook his head and put all distracting thoughts behind him, "Senior, be careful. I'm afraid it will hurt a little!"
"Haha, I experience cold poison backlash and all kinds of pain every day. I have already...ah!"
Before the ghost doctor could finish his words, a heartbreaking pain hit him, making his soul tremble. It was unbearable for a moment, and he actually let out a heart-rending scream.
"Ahem..."
The ghost doctor's old face turned red, and he couldn't help but curse in his heart: This is called, does it hurt?
…
The cold wind is biting and thousands of miles are frozen.
On top of a glacier, two figures, one in front and one behind, were slowly moving forward.
There was a man walking in front, wearing a mask with a ferocious grimace and wearing a large black robe. Although his appearance and age could not be clearly seen, judging from his pale hair, he was obviously an old man.
Behind the old man, there was also a young man in green shirt, with an expressionless face, just following the old man with an indifferent expression.
Around him, there was faint ice condensation, forming an icy blue barrier.
Even though the ice and snow were swaying, they couldn't get any closer to him.
An old man and a young man, just keeping a certain distance, moved forward slowly on this glacier that has not melted for thousands of years, leaving pairs of shallow footprints, which gradually disappeared when the wind and snow blew.
Finally, the old man in front stopped and looked back at the young man. The eyes under the ghost mask were like a chaotic starry sky, encompassing everything, and seemed to penetrate the world and everything was under control.
The young man also stopped. The old man and the young man looked at each other for a moment, but neither of them spoke.
Finally, the old man took a deep breath and said slowly: "Since you have seen through the seven emotions, reincarnated from the six desires, and regained your freedom, why do you need to follow me?"
The young man's face remained as calm as ever, as if he was talking in a dream, and murmured to himself: "I only follow the strong."
"Strong?"
The old man raised his head and looked up at the sky, and immediately let out a deafening roar of laughter, and murderous aura erupted around him.
"Who under the Nine Heavens dares to call himself a strong person? If I am a strong person, why should I..."
There was a faint trace of tears in the old man's eyes, but they disappeared immediately. He flicked his sleeves and said coldly: "This is a narrow escape. If you don't want to be cannon fodder, you can leave."
"Life and death for me no longer have any meaning."
The young man held the sword in his hand and said, "I just want to become stronger, strong enough to surpass that person!"
"You want to surpass him?"
The old man smiled and said, "It's really surprising that you can break the shackles of reincarnation, but you have to surpass him! Haha..."
After a long while, the old man slowly said: "It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter!"
Taking a deep breath, the old man turned around and walked forward again, "Hong, if you are lucky enough to survive, I will accept you as my disciple!"
The expression on the face of the young man named "Hong" remained unchanged. He just looked at the slightly thin back and took steps forward.
The wind and frost are getting tighter and a blizzard is coming.
The figures of the old man and the young man gradually became hazy in the wind and snow, and finally disappeared at the end of the ice field, as if they had never appeared before.
It's just that in this icy cold wind, there is a trace of chilling atmosphere that lingers for a long time...