The best golden pupil

Chapter 274
This is a guest room, but at this moment, there is a strong smell of potion inside, which is very pungent.

When several people walked in, they saw Yang Shu's eyes were closed tightly, his face was flushed, and dozens of layers of white gauze were facing his chest.

On his body, he was only wearing a pair of shorts, his bare skin was red, and a woman who looked like a nurse was cooling him with ice water.

"According to Senior Brother Liu, what Ning Tao cultivated should be the inner family's profound inner law, and Junior Brother Yang's body is soaked in fire poison."

Zhang Shao waved his hand at the nurse, making her retreat, and immediately explained to Xu Xu respectfully.

Hearing Ning Tao coming out of Young Master Zhang's mouth, with a vain expression, he guessed that this should be the thief who injured Yang Shu, nodded slightly, leaned over and held Yang Shu's palm, and closed his eyes without saying a word.

The few people next to you looked at me and I looked at you, but none of them dared to show their air.

After a full quarter of an hour, Xu Huai opened his eyes slightly, with a flash of coldness in his expression, he relaxed his wrist, and immediately stretched out his five fingers, white air gushed out from his wrist.

After three breaths, the entire palm of Xuxu turned into a white color, crystal clear, and after a short pause, he slowly put his palm on the gauze on Yang Shu's chest, silently doing exercises.

Seeing this scene, the two people brought by Xuxu immediately came to guard the door with vigilant expressions.

After a short while, mist gushed out from Yang Shu's body, curling up, and his face turned blood red.

"puff!"

Immediately afterwards, Yang Shu suddenly opened his mouth without warning, and a mouthful of bright red blood spewed out, coughing loudly.

Seeing this scene, everyone in the arena was startled, only Xu Xu looked calm, slowly palmed, stood up straight, and pondered endlessly.

And on the bed, the heat from Yang Shu's body receded quickly, and his complexion returned to pale.

"Okay, he's all right now, please ask Young Master Zhang to take good care of him!"

With a slight flicker of false eyes, he turned around and looked at Zhang Shaodao.

"Master, don't worry, this is a matter for disciples, please go to the hall to talk about it."

The smell of medicine here is too strong, since the other party said that there is no serious problem, there is no need to stay any longer.

Xu Xu nodded slightly, and immediately a group of people headed towards the hall under the leadership of Young Master Zhang.

"What? Martial nephew Yang was injured by pure yang energy!"

In the hall, after hearing Xu Xuan tell about Yang Shu's injury, a black-faced middle-aged man couldn't help it any longer, and said in shock.

"That's right, but it's not serious. I've already forced out the ray of pure Yang Qi just now, and it will recover after a while."

Xuxu nodded slightly, supported the handle of the chair with one hand, and said.

"Master, can you tell which sect is responsible for it?"

Seeing that the other party mentioned the method of pure yang, another middle-aged man with a white face and beardless expression was raised, and he couldn't help asking.

Xuxu narrowed a slit in his eyes, his eyes were far-reaching, and he seemed to think about it before he said lightly.

"There is only one family in Xia who is proficient in the way of pure yang, and that is Wudang. Apart from this, there must be no other sect with such authentic pure yang."

"Wudang faction?"

"Uncle Master, you mean that the person who hurt Nephew Yang was a Wudang monk?"

The two of them naturally wouldn't doubt it when they said it out of falsehood, but they subconsciously asked a question, their eyes flickering.

Zhang Shao also frowned at the side, with a gloomy expression, but he didn't expect that the young man, who looked ugly, turned out to be Wudang's disciple.

But then he also breathed a sigh of relief, as long as he finds someone, everything will be easy to talk about. Now the environment is very different, and monks are nothing in his eyes.

Zhang Shao immediately took a deep breath, stood up, cupped his fists and said, "Master, since Ning Tao dared to make such a heavy hand, no matter which sect he is from, he has to give us Qingcheng an explanation."

As soon as this remark came out, the eyes of the two middle-aged men flashed brightly, and they immediately regained their energy. Their eyes matched and they both nodded secretly.

"Young Master Zhang does not belong to our Qingcheng Sect, so there is no need to be polite in the future."

When Xuxu saw this, his expression flashed with satisfaction, and then he raised his hand lightly, and his words were a little more polite.

Nowadays, the sect's emphasis is on joining the world. When disciples go down the mountain, they rarely fight alone, and they are willing to make friends with some dignitaries.

First, it can solve some material difficulties, and second, it can be regarded as accumulating some contacts for the sect, so that the sect will not be helpless.

For big families, being closer to the sect also has many benefits. Not only can their own security be strengthened, but it can also prevent the disciples under the sect from being blinded when they go out for a walk.

In this way, in order to connect with each other, some sons and daughters of big families and big consortiums will join the sect, cultivation is secondary, and the most important thing is to have a name, which can be regarded as a little close.

Young Master Zhang is one of them. Such people are called lay disciples, also known as outer disciples. Due to Hongmeng regulations, the sect prevents sect members from participating in government affairs. Strictly speaking, these people are not sect cultivators. Not wrong.

"Where is the master saying, it is Ming Jiang who is not talented, and his own talent is not enough to join the sect, but Ming Jiang has always been interested in the sect, not to mention that Junior Brother Yang is training with me. It’s the fault, and I will never let this matter go away.”

Young Master Zhang spoke with a good attitude, and it was a rare time to show his loyalty, and his words were full of sincerity.

"Okay, the old man is satisfied if Zhang Shao has this kind of heart. When the old man returns to the sect, I will definitely ask for credit for you. When you go to Qingcheng Mountain in your free time, the old man will definitely open a furnace for you to make alchemy."

Zhang Shao's aptitude is good, but he can't endure the hardships on the mountain. He just practiced some of the sect's outer sect's kung fu for a while, and now his brows are almost relaxed after hearing the false rumors, obviously he is in a good mood.

"Thank you, Master!"

Seeing that he had gained such a great benefit with just a few words, Zhang Shao brow flashed with joy, and he quickly thanked him.

"Uncle, how should we deal with the Wudang monk who hurt the poplar tree?"

After these words fell, the white-faced and beardless man flashed a trace of solemnity, looked at Xuxu and asked for instructions.

If they are from small families, they will naturally not be polite, but they are also from the Eight Great Schools, and their words are nice, but it is no longer appropriate to shout and kill.

As soon as this remark came out, the rest of the people also looked sideways, focusing on Xuxu.

Xu Xu tapped the chair with his fingers, pondered for a while, and then said slowly: "Since that person is a Wudang disciple, and we all belong to the Eight Great Schools, it's not unreasonable. Why don't you do it like this, let's be courteous before fighting."

"Courtesy first, soldiers later?"

Zhang Shao moved his expression suspiciously, and couldn't help muttering, obviously he didn't understand.

(End of this chapter)