The group pets the little fisherman, she has a lot of happy events

Chapter 243 Seeing the appearance of the injured young man clearly, he felt a little familiar, and was obviously stunned

"I'll go, Mu Jian, you bastard."

Just as Mu Bu was about to get angry, the big knife had already pierced into the ground, blocking the carriage that was rushing forward in inertia.

"Mu Jian, you did it on purpose"

He turned over in the air and landed on the ground, glaring angrily.

"Swords have no eyes, the situation is critical, I have to forgive you."

Mu Jian grinned, patted his junior brother on the shoulder, and said forgiveness, without any intention of sincerely apologizing.

"The center of your brow is black, with blood shining."

Mu Hor's heart ached, and he wanted to slap him, but Mu Jian covered his mouth with quick eyes and hands.

"Hey, let's go home and close the door if we have something to say, it's not good to play petty temper outside."

"I bother!"

Mu Bu slapped his hand away and almost vomited a mouthful of old blood: "Who the hell is coming home with you."

"Stop making trouble, save people first."

The junior brother Mu Ji gave a light reprimand, interrupting the nonsensical farce of the two.

The two senior brothers became honest in an instant, and looked away from each other unconvinced.

An old man was hit by a carriage and passed out on the ground.

Mu Moxibustion squatted down, checked his injuries, and commanded calmly: "Xiaguan, Jacar, Daying, Shuigou, Shenting."

"it is good."

Mu Si acted according to her words, raised and lowered the needles, and pierced the corresponding acupoints accurately.

The old man woke up leisurely, and Mu Si treated his trauma.

Mu Moxibustion went to the next wounded patient, and Mu Jian and Mu Ji followed.

"Shenque, Sea of ​​Qi, Guan Yuan."

Mujiu used his left hand to lift the clothes of a man, checked the injury on the abdomen, and blurted out acupuncture points one by one.

Mu Jian didn't say anything else, following his instructions, the needle flew like flying.

The man's astonished eyes wandered back and forth from the two seniors, but Mu Mo turned a blind eye and went to the next one.

Mu Bu held up the bamboo pole and followed him, pulling out a handful of silver needles as if by magic.

The onlookers who were eating melons stared wide-eyed, looked up at the rag he was holding up, and then looked down at the silver needle in his hand, all showing suspicious expressions.

"My lord is not only good at pinching and counting, but also proficient in medical skills. It is not an exaggeration to say that it is a wonderful hand and rejuvenation."

Mu Bu's smile was not a smile, and his upturned peach eyes seemed to glance unintentionally at a girl who was watching a show.

The girl's cheeks turned red instantly, and she lowered her head shyly.

"Center, Soul Gate, Ganyu, Sea of ​​Qi."

When he spoke, Muji had already checked the patient's injuries.

Mu Bu still smiled casually, and his movements were not slow at all, one golden needle after another pierced into the corresponding acupuncture points.

"Young master, my master is also injured, please help him."

The attendant driving the car was in a state of shock, and helped out from the carriage a young man who was exquisitely dressed, elegant and handsome.

The young man injured his forehead in the carriage, his face was blue and bleeding profusely.

Mu Mo frowned, saw the young man's face clearly, felt a little familiar, and was obviously taken aback.

"Sir?"

The attendant urged anxiously.

Mu Moji's eyes flickered, and he suddenly came back to his senses. With just one glance, he could see that not only his forehead was injured, but also there were signs of poisoning.

The startled horse just now was not an accident, the murderer came for this person, and he struck fiercely, intending to kill him on the spot.

Without hesitation, he stepped forward slowly, his eyes wandering on the young man.

After a while, his left hand condensed spiritual power and slapped him on the right shoulder.A silver needle as thin as a cow's hair was ejected by the palm force.

Mu Ji grasped the silver needle with two fingers of his left hand like lightning, raised it to the tip of his nose and sniffed lightly.

poisonous!

With a clear mind, he put away the silver needle, unloaded the medicine box, and picked out a bottle of detoxification pill from the dozens of bottles and jars inside.

(End of this chapter)