"I'm not sure about Tao Fengming's current condition. I'm going to go to the military camp now and find a military doctor to take a look."
Shang Zuliang made the diagnosis for a moment. At this moment, he took a deep breath and opened his eyes. He removed his fingers from Tao Fengming's hand. The expression on his face was somewhat helpless and puzzled.
Song Mu quickly stepped forward and asked immediately.
"Discipline, what's going on with the teacher?"
Shang Zuliang also recognized Song Mu, and also knew that Song Mu was now Tao Fengming's disciple, so he did not show any impatience at the moment. He just thought for a moment and then said to Song Mu.
"I can't tell you about your master's condition. The literary power in his body is intermittent at the moment. What's even weirder is that his Dantian is nowhere to be found."
"Moreover, the flesh and blood all over his body seems to be absorbing his literary power all the time, and the meridians in his entire body are as small as cow hairs."
"Sigh, I have never seen anything like this. If it weren't for Mr. Fengming's special physique, an ordinary person would have died long ago."
When Song Mu heard this, his expression suddenly froze.
My teacher does indeed have a hidden disease, and this hidden disease is so invisible to others.
This suddenly made Song Mu feel gloomy. At this moment, he also remembered what Shen Long said before. His teacher was once a half-step bachelor.
Could it be said that Tao Fengming did suffer something in the past years?
Or was it the last battle in Shaozhou Fucheng, where the Demon Sect Jinshi seriously injured him?
Countless thoughts flashed through Song Mu's mind like lightning, but Song Mu immediately adjusted and went out with Shang Zuliang to find a military doctor in the military camp.
Hearing that a Jinshi fell ill, the military camp soon sent a military doctor named Cao to come here. He immediately diagnosed Tao Fengming and came to a conclusion that shocked everyone.
Literary power is exhausted.
Song Mu stood nearby, with the most frustrated expression on his face when he heard the news, and felt that this conclusion was the most untrue.
"Sir, are you really sure? Master is a Jinshi, and his reading and writing skills are extremely strong."
"Not long ago, he had a fight with a demon sect scholar."
Song Mu asked, and Xiao Xiong next to him also came up to speak with his hands in his hands, his face also full of astonishment.
"You are right, sir. Mr. Fengming just led us to fight in Shaozhou Fucheng. He single-handedly defeated the demon sect's Jinshi with the Hundred Flowers Killing Picture without falling behind."
"How could it be that the literary power was exhausted?"
"Yes, yes, sir, please take a look again."
Several scholars around him followed suit, none of them willing to accept such a conclusion. Although they had not been following Tao Fengming for a short time, everyone was deeply impressed by Tao Fengming's various performances during this period.
Especially in Shaozhou Fucheng, the ground shook at that moment, and everyone respected Tao Fengming extremely.
But the old bearded military doctor Cao just shook his head at this moment, with a somewhat helpless expression on his face.
"I can understand your feelings, but everything I said is true. The adult in front of me must be quite old. Although his body looks strong, his Dantian no longer exists."
"I'm also very curious about how he managed to survive until now without Dantian, and he still fought like you said."
"Most of his meridians have been blocked, and literary power is difficult to flow through them."
"I can imagine the pain that his body will experience every time he uses his literary power."
"The power of literature will continuously wash away his broken meridians, and at the same time, it will also wash away his body violently. Alas, if he were an ordinary person, he would have died long ago."
Military Doctor Cao stood up slowly, cupped his hands towards the surroundings, sighed and shook his head.
"I'm going to go back and prescribe some medicine. Taking it may help relieve the pain."
"But after that, at least for a long time, don't let him use his literary power anymore."
With that said, the old military doctor went outside. Everyone looked frustrated when they saw this situation, and finally focused their attention on Tao Fengming, who was lying unconscious on the bed.
Some Fu Xue disciples were still unaware of the affairs of Shaozhou Fucheng. When they heard this, they were a little surprised and discussed it in detail.
I heard that Tao Fengming showed his talents and turned the tide, but in the end it turned out like this, and he looked regretful at the moment.
Many people are speculating at this moment about what happened when Tao Fengming confronted the guy from the Demon Sect.
At this time, Song Mu had no other thoughts in his mind. He just stood on one side and looked at Tao Fengming with a worried expression.
Song Mu remembered what Tao Fengming said to him when the two met for the first time.
Within twenty years, I will help him do something.
Now, Song Mu really wanted to know what that matter was.
His master was obviously a peerless strong man, but now he fell in front of him.
Song Mu felt that Tao Fengming must have experienced unimaginable things in the past.
Song Mu had too many thoughts in his heart, which turned into a bit of worry at this moment, and his eyes stayed on Tao Fengming's face.
Perhaps looking at his still sloppy face, Song Mu felt a little guilty at the moment, so he got up to fetch water and found a neat face when he came back.
Others had already left one after another at this moment, and the cabin suddenly became much quieter.
After helping Tao Fengming wash his face and tie his hair, this was the first time Song Mu could see his face clearly.
It was an unusually handsome face, with a sharp face that seemed to have been weathered, and there was still a bit of sadness between his brows at this moment.
Song Mu sighed. At this moment, he felt that his master had a somewhat unspeakable sad past. He helped him give the medicine with difficulty. Song Mu then picked up the table and chairs and sat down next to him.
Song Mu had no time to study, but at this moment he forced himself to study. Perhaps it was because Tao Fengming's collapse reminded Song Mu of his promise.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! No matter what you have to do to help your master in twenty years, that matter will not be solved by Tao Fengming, who is a Jinshi at least.
If I want to fulfill this wish, I must become a Jinshi within twenty years.
But this kind of literary power is inherently difficult to reach the sky, and it cannot be achieved by just imagining it.
My current efforts are not enough.
Gradually evening came, Song Mu was still guarding the bed, and Tao Fengming was still unconscious. During this period, Dr. Cao came again and said that the situation was considered stable, and he only needed to see the follow-up of the next medication.
After receiving the news, Song Mu was a little surprised, and a big stone in his heart temporarily fell.
In the evening, Song Mu also stayed by Tao Fengming's side. Everyone already knew that Song Mu was Tao Fengming's disciple, so they acquiesced in this. They even felt that Song Mu was very respectful to his teacher.
Since ancient times, those who preach, accept karma, and resolve doubts are all respectfully called master. The master is a person's second father, and requires incomparable obedience and respect. Song Mu's approach can already show what a disciple should do.
At night, Song Mu didn't sleep for a long time. He was still reading the article, and occasionally took out paper to write. In order to prevent the candlelight of the oil lamp from irritating Tao Fengming, Song Mu even deliberately moved his position.
Let your body block the light shining on Tao Fengming as much as possible.
When Song Mu finally finished writing an article about his thoughts and was about to stretch, there was a sudden movement downstairs.
Then there were several dense thumping sounds going upstairs, and three or four figures appeared on the stairs.
Song Mu immediately stood up and took a look. The leader was a very dignified man with a Chinese character face wearing a purple official robe. His long hair was wrapped in a crown, his eyes were shining. He had a serious face at the moment and strode over.
Song Mu stood up to salute, and Shang Zuliang, who was walking next to him, had already stepped forward, pointed at Song Mu, and said to the man.
"Sir, this is Mr. Tao Fengming's disciple. He is Song Mu, the leader of our Jizhou Fu School this year."
"Song Mu?"
When the man heard what Shang Zuliang said, he looked a little surprised, but then he just said yes and then looked at Tao Fengming who was lying on the bed.
His eyes swept across Tao Fengming, suddenly becoming more profound, and a somewhat sullen look flashed across his brows.