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Chapter 199 The High Priest Trusts Her Unconditionally
"Then...then sending [-] troops is enough?"

"Send 400 million disciples to find Eucommia ulmoides together, and go back quickly. If your legs are delayed any longer, your legs will really be useless."

Jiang Mengyue looked serious, she didn't seem to be joking.

"what?"

Ling Feng widened his eyes, and said amusedly: "You mean, tell me not to attack the Burning Palace first, and send all the soldiers and horses to look for Eucommia ulmoides?"

"That's right, Feng Qingxiao has already run away, the Burning Palace is here, you can attack and become king at any time.

But if your leg injury is delayed, tsk tsk... you will be disabled for the rest of your life. "

Jiang Mengyue said regretfully.

"This……"

Ling Feng's handsome eyebrows were slightly frowned, and he hesitated for a moment.

"Hall Master! This is probably Feng Qingxiao's trick! He deliberately let Jiang Mengyue be captured by us, and then used your leg injury to make us retreat..."

Shui Rong'er gave Jiang Mengyue a hard look, and hurriedly dissuaded Ling Feng.

"Fengqing Xiao took me captive to Burning Palace for no reason, I want him to die before it's too late, why should I help him retreat?
And it wasn't because of luck that I cured Ye Wumei's disease. What I have is strength and skill, believe it or not! "

Jiang Mengyue smiled faintly.

There was a trace of confusion in Ling Feng's eyes.

At this time, his legs were tingling again.

He looked down at his legs that had been unable to stand for half a year, his heart sank, and he gritted his teeth and said, "Do as Jiang Mengyue said!"

"Brother, are you crazy?"

Shui Rong'er couldn't believe it.

"I can attack Burning Palace at any time, there is no need to be so impatient, let's hurry up first!"

Ling Feng took a deep breath, his eyes were red and said: "Come here, mobilize 400 million soldiers and horses, and let them go to the northern mountains to find Eucommia grass!"

After he finished speaking, he threw the troop transfer token to his confidant, who tried to persuade him to no avail, so he could only do as he said.

Jiang Mengyue breathed a sigh of relief when she saw that her disciples had all left the Burning Palace.

When Bai Qingfeng saw that Jiang Mengyue's eloquent tongue actually made Ling Feng retreat, a hint of surprise flashed in his cold eyes.

Ye Wumei smiled coquettishly and said, "Look, is she quite different from the one in your impression?"

"Ling Feng's tendon is damaged, she can't heal it."

Bai Qingfeng said calmly.

"It can be cured."

Gu Yinshu spoke slowly and authentically.

In his icy eyes, a slight smile flashed away, and the scenery was like the moon and the moon, without any wind and dust.

"Is it?"

Bai Qingfeng's handsome eyebrows were slightly frowned, and he didn't understand why Gu Yinshu believed her so much.

At this time, a disciple hurried into the tent and said respectfully: "Dharma protector, my subordinate has brought what you want!"

After he finished speaking, he took off the straw basket on his back and handed it to Shui Rong'er.

"I thought it would be delivered tomorrow, but I didn't expect it to be so early! It seems that my brother will be back to normal today!"

Shui Rong'er gave Jiang Mengyue a provocative look, then took out a white cylindrical object from the basket, and walked towards Ling Feng.

Jiang Mengyue took a look at the items in the basket, and laughed out loud.

Isn't this smoked moxa sticks made from mugwort leaves?
Did she want to use smoked moxa sticks to treat Ling Feng's old cold legs?
If Ling Feng had ordinary old cold legs, smoked moxa sticks would indeed be effective for him, but this guy had a tendon injury.

However, not many people in Fengzhou know about smoked moxa sticks, it is not easy for Shui Ronger to find smoked moxa sticks, how can she laugh at others?

Hahahahaha!
Shui Rong'er's coquettish face sank, and she said contemptuously: "Ugly, what are you laughing at?"

"It's nothing, you continue!"

Jiang Mengyue's smile deepened.

Shui Rong'er cursed an idiot, then squatted halfway beside Ling Feng, rolled up his trouser legs, lit the smoked moxa sticks, and smoked his acupoints.

A quarter of an hour later, she ordered someone to prepare a pot of hot water, and sprinkled it with traditional Chinese medicines such as myrrh, angelica, and Yuanhu, so that Ling Feng's legs were soaked.

"Brother, what do you think?"

Shui Rong'er looked proud, as if she was waiting for Ling Feng's compliment.

Ling Feng frowned handsomely, slowly shook his head and said, "This...it doesn't seem to be useful..."

Shui Rong'er's smile froze, she gritted her teeth and said, "Maybe...maybe the first course of treatment won't help.

Three courses of treatment a day, after nine courses of treatment, should be cured. "

"I hope so."

There was a trace of sadness in Ling Feng's eyes.

Three days passed in a flash.

Shui Ronger quickly finished nine courses of treatment for Ling Feng.

During this period, Gu Yinshu left for a while and only came back an hour ago.

Jiang Mengyue gnawed on the steamed buns sent by her disciples, yawned and said, "Nine courses of treatment are done, it seems useless!"

"Idiot, shut up!"

Shui Rong'er's eyes were bloodshot, and his face was ferocious like a ghost.

She took a deep breath, looked at Ling Feng with a smile and said, "Brother, are you getting better?"

"No! It's useless at all! Shui Rong'er, you trash, let me suffer for nothing for three days!"

Ling Feng looked angry, and kicked towards the water basin, and the potion was spilled all over the ground in an instant, exposing his purple and swollen legs.

Cold sweat rolled down Shui Rong'er's forehead, and she said with trembling lips: "But this secret recipe is left by my father, so it can't be useless..."

Jiang Mengyue laughed again.

Shui Rong'er became furious, and pointed her sword at Jiang Mengyue's neck: "Idiot, you have repeatedly laughed at the chief physician of Burning Palace, do you want to kill yourself?"

"When Feng Qingxiao named you the chief physician, maybe he was drunk?"

Jiang Mengyue sneered.

Shui Rong'er was about to retaliate when a disciple ran in, excitedly saying: "We found it! We found the Eucommia ulmoides that matured in winter!"

He hurriedly put a basket of Eucommia on the ground, and wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.

Shui Rong'er was overjoyed, cast a contemptuous glance at Jiang Mengyue and said, "Idiot, Eucommia is here, hurry up and treat elder brother!"

She seemed to want Jiang Mengyue to embarrass herself with her.

Jiang Mengyue looked at Du Zhong in surprise.

What the hell!

They actually found it!
But it doesn't matter, now three days have passed, Feng Qingxiao is about to leave the customs, if they dare to attack the Burning Palace again, Feng Qingxiao will come forward.

She smiled lightly and said, "It's okay to treat the disease, but I have to charge a consultation fee."

Pain relief needles and medical sutures in small hospitals are so expensive, how can she do it without charging fees?
"Jiang Mengyue, I'm willing to spare your life, I've already given you enough face, don't push yourself too hard!"

Ling Feng gritted his teeth and said.

"I don't want too much, one hundred million taels of silver is enough."

Jiang Mengyue spoke slowly and authentically.

Hearing this amount, Ling Feng almost fainted from anger, but his leg pain intensified, so he had no choice but to treat Jiang Mengyue as a doctor, and reluctantly gave Jiang Mengyue the consultation fee.

After Jiang Mengyue cleared the field, she administered an anesthetic to Ling Feng, waved her sleeves, and placed the small hospital in the tent.

Gu Yinshu's expression was calm, but Bai Qingfeng's pupils dilated, and he muttered to himself: "This... what is this..."

The first time he saw a small hospital, he was completely stunned.

(End of this chapter)