Heavenly Master, I have a different world.

Chapter 49
"Old Yuan."

Du Qiaoyun showed anxiety and asked in a low voice:

"How is my father?"

"Hey!" The doctor with a white beard frowned, shook his head and sighed:
"Master Du was first hit by a sword in his abdomen and then invaded by corpse energy. Although he relied on his physical strength to carry it over, his vitality was also seriously injured."

"Now the corpse aura is circling in the five internal organs, and it needs to be removed with great medicine."

"but……"

He hesitated:
"The great medicine for dispelling corpse qi is very strong. It's fine in normal times. Now... the old man is afraid that the owner of the hall will not be able to take it."

"Then what should I do?" Du Qiaoyun showed anxiety:

"It's not an option to drag on like this."

At the beginning, the Pan Snake Martial Art Museum was ordered to go out of the city to suppress the bandits, but they were ambushed instead.

But also seriously injured.

Soon after, the blue wolf bandits came across Gu'an County, and Du Sheng had no choice but to take action, causing more injuries.

After lying down for such a long time, the condition has not improved, and the condition has become worse and worse. If things go on like this, I am afraid that the medicine stone will die without help.

Du Qiaoyun cannot lose her father.

The Pan Snake Martial Art Museum is also indispensable for the master to sit in charge.

"Cough cough!"

Du Sheng on the hospital bed was coughing dryly, and someone beside him patted his back to expel the phlegm. He didn't speak hoarsely until he spat out a little blood:
"Give it a go!"

"father!"

Du Qiaoyun's beautiful eyes were full of tears, full of worry.

"If you don't try again, I'm afraid you won't have a chance." Du Sheng forced a smile:
"Don't worry, even the siege of the blue wolf bandits failed to kill me, and I'm covered in corpses, so I don't think it will kill me!"

"Looks like that's the only way to go." Doctor Yuan nodded:

"The old man will adjust the owner's body in the past two months. Ms. Du had better make some preparations. If you want to resist the effects of the powerful medicine, you need to prepare a lot of ginseng and deer antler. These are not cheap."

"Don't worry, Mr. Yuan." Du Qiaoyun hurriedly said:

"I will prepare these, and I hope you will show your skill at that time."

"Good talk, good talk!"

"Tweety."

Du Qiaoyun waved:
"Send Mr. Yuan back and prepare five taels of consultation money."

"Yes."

The maid Cui Er came from outside the door and bowed down:
"Old Yuan, please."

After seeing off Mr. Yuan, Du Qiaoyun talked with his father again, leaving his aunt to take care of him, before bending down and leaving the room.

After closing the door, her face sank.

"Miss."

Butler He Bo said in a low voice:
"These days money is like running water, and the martial arts hall is already a bit beyond their means. I'm afraid they won't be able to buy much precious medicine for hanging their lives."

"Buy as much as you can." Du Qiaoyun gritted her teeth tightly:

"My dad can't do anything!"

"..." Uncle He raised his head with a look of embarrassment on his face, and then sighed helplessly:
"Yes."

The situation in the Pan Snake Martial Art Museum is very bad.

In the battle against bandits, not only the owner of the pavilion, Du Sheng, was seriously injured.

The proud disciples who were brought out also suffered heavy casualties. The senior senior brother and the fourth senior senior brother who had three transformations of qi and blood were killed on the spot.

The strength of the martial arts hall has dropped sharply, and some people make trouble again.

The bodyguard business and Chengnan Winery were in a slump, and all the disciples had different ideas, all of which were on Du Qiaoyun's shoulders.

She dared not tell her father, for fear that Du Sheng would not be able to bear the blow.

"Young curator!"

At this moment, a person rushed over, panting and stammering:
"Come... come... the high rollers!"

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The main hall of the martial arts hall.

With his hands behind his back, Fang Zheng admired the paintings on the wall.

It can be seen that the owner of the Pan Snake Martial Art Museum has a bold and unrestrained taste. There must be beasts in the landscape paintings, and the handwriting must be bold and unrestrained.

As for the drawing skills...

It is another matter.

"Master Fang."

A crisp voice sounded.

Fangzheng turned his head when he heard the sound, and saw a woman with snow-like skin and black hair walking towards her. Her blue and green dress showed off her beautiful figure.

This woman's facial features are profound and meaningful, and her bright eyes have a calm demeanor, which is different from the gentleness of other women.

Du Qiaoyun?
It is said that this year, he is expected to break through to a genius warrior with three transformations of qi and blood.

"Young curator."

Fang Zheng bowed his hands:

"I've heard about the name of the master of the young hall for a long time, but I can meet you today. It really lives up to my reputation."

"It's just a false name." Du Qiaoyun was also examining Fangzheng, and the 'businessman' in front of him also had a unique temperament.

Very strange.

yet very comfortable.

"Master Fang."

She looked at Fangzheng and said:
"You want to come to Pan Snake Martial Arts Hall to learn martial arts?"

"Yes and no." Fangzheng said:
"Fang has heard about the martial arts of the Pan Snake Martial Arts School for a long time, so he naturally wants to learn a thing or two, but Fang has another inheritance, so he needs to borrow someone from the expensive Martial Arts Hall to use it."

"Oh!" Du Qiaoyun said:
"Let's talk and listen."

"Fang's method is called Taiji Tingjin, which requires someone to brush his strength." Fangzheng said:

"If the young curator can help, money is not a problem."

"It turns out that Mr. Fang is here to practice strength." Du Qiaoyun understood:

"It's simple."

Kungfu is practiced and also fought. Kungfu without actual combat is stupid kungfu. This principle is applicable to both worlds.

Martial arts training in the martial arts hall naturally requires actual combat.

One battle is worse than a hundred exercises!
Some people will be specially used as human stakes for others, and they will be beaten in exchange for rewards. The rich disciples in the martial arts school usually employ people from time to time, so Fang Zheng's request is not surprising.

Immediately stretch out your hand to indicate:

"Practice first?"

Different kungfu methods have different ways of practicing. Eagle Claw Kung Fu and Poison Palm Kung Fu, which can easily kill people, must be cautious.

"it is good."

Fang Zheng nodded and stretched out his hand.

Du Qiaoyun raised her eyebrows, imitating his appearance and bumping against him, the moment the two hands touched each other, a burst of strength emerged.

This force is not great.

Du Qiaoyun tilted her body slightly, and immediately felt that her strength changed with her movements, trying to throw herself to the ground in vain.

She hurriedly stabilized her lower body, but felt that her body was shaking back and forth, and invisible strength surged back and forth between the two.

"Good strength!"

Du Qiaoyun took a step back, her beautiful eyes sparkled:

"Forgive Qiaoyun's shallow knowledge. I have never heard of Mr. Fang's kung fu. You can sense the opponent's movements just by physical contact, and you can predict the enemy's opportunities."

"Ting Jin, Ting Jin, it really lives up to its name!"

After this kind of kung fu is mastered, I am afraid that anyone who comes into contact with it will be able to throw people away.

When you do it, you can control the situation even more, which can be described as mysterious and mysterious.

In Du Qiaoyun's view, Tai Chi Ting Jin should be a relatively good inheritance, but it is still far from the top inheritance, after all, there are too many restrictions.

"It's overrated." Fangzheng shook his head:
"If the head of the young hall resists with all his strength, Fang will not be able to grasp the strength at all. It seems that it is still early to start, and he does not know when he will achieve great success."

"If you persevere, you will be able to learn something." Du Qiaoyun said:
"I can arrange someone to help Mr. Fang, but in terms of price..."

"Price is not an issue."

"Okay then, I'll arrange a few people to give Mr. Fang a try."

Du Qiaoyun was not in a hurry to negotiate the price, first called a few people to let Fangzheng have a try in the martial arts arena, and then asked how they felt.

"strangeness."

Fangzheng frowned:

"Although these people are good, I always feel that the effect is far inferior to that of the young curator."

"It should be like this." Du Qiaoyun laughed:

"There is an interaction between strength and strength. I am a Qi and blood warrior, so the effect of strength training on me is naturally far greater than that of ordinary people."

"I see!"

Fangzheng's eyes lit up:
"I don't know if the young curator can help me practice strength, the price is easy to negotiate!"

If Du Qiaoyun is allowed to help him practice, he will definitely be able to learn Taiji Tingjin within a month, but others may take half a year or even a year, or even more.

"Let me help you practice?"

Du Qiaoyun's complexion changed, her beautiful eyes turned cold.

She is the young master of the Pan Snake Martial Arts School, and she is also a person of status and status in the entire Gu'an County. How can she do what such a low-level person does.

Fangzheng stretched out a finger.

"Ten taels of silver a day!"

"..." Du Qiaoyun swallowed the angry rebuke down to his throat, and forced a strange smile on his face:
"no problem!"

Fangzheng was overjoyed, suddenly felt dizzy, his eyes darkened and he almost fell to the ground.

(End of this chapter)