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This is a guest room, but at this time it is full of medicine smell, very pungent.

A few people walked in and saw that the poplar's eyes were closed, his face was flushed, and his chest was facing dozens of layers of white gauze.

On his body, he wore only a pair of shorts, and his bare skin was red. Beside him, a nurse like woman was cold compress him with ice water.

"According to elder martial brother Liu, what Ning Tao practiced should be the profound mental skill of his family. Younger martial brother Yang's body was immersed in fire poison."

As soon as the nurse raised her hand, Zhang shaochao let her retreat, and immediately respectfully explained to vanity.

Hearing Ning Tao coming out of Zhang Shao's mouth, with a false look, he guessed that it was the thief who hurt the poplar tree. With a slight nod, he bent down to hold the palm of the poplar tree and closed his eyes.

Next to a few people you look at me, I look at you, a atmosphere did not dare out.

After a quarter of an hour, vanity opened his eyes slightly, and a little cold flashed across his face. When his wrist was relaxed, his fingers immediately spread, and the white air gushed from his wrist.

After three breaths, the whole empty palm turned into a white color, crystal clear, and after a little meal, he slowly pasted the palm on the gauze on the poplar chest, silently exercising his power.

Seeing this scene, the two men who were brought by vanity immediately came to guard the door, looking alert.

A moment later, fog gushed out of the poplar's body, curled up, and its face turned red.

"Poof!"

After that, the poplar suddenly coughed up with a mouthful of blood.

Seeing this scene, all the people in the field were startled. They only had a calm and vain look. They stood up straight and pondered.

And on the bed, the heat on the poplar tree retreated quickly, and his face turned pale again.

"Well, he's all right now. Please ask Zhang Shao to take good care of him!"

With a flash of false eyes, he turned to look at Zhang shaodao.

"Don't worry, Shizu. It's my duty. Please go to the hall to have a talk."

The taste of the medicine here is too heavy. Since the other side says it's OK, there's no need to stay any longer.

As soon as he nodded his head, Zhang Shao led the group to the hall.

"What? Nephew Yang was hurt by pure Yang

In the hall, a middle-aged man with a black face could no longer help but be shocked when he heard the falsely telling about the injury of poplar.

"That's right, but it's not serious. Just now I've forced that ray of pure Yang out, and I can recover after a while."

Vanity nodded slightly, holding the handle of the chair with one hand, and said.

"Master, can you tell which clan did it?"

Seeing that the other side mentioned the pure Yang method, another middle-aged man with white face could not help asking.

False eyes narrowed a gap, eyes far-reaching, seems to ponder for a while, just light road.

"There is only one school in China that is proficient in pure Yang, and that is Wudang. Apart from that, there must be no other school with such authentic pure Yang spirit."

"Wudang school?"

"Martial uncle means that the person who hurt nephew Yang is a Wudang monk?"

From the false mouth, two people naturally will not doubt, but subconsciously or asked a sentence, eyes flashing.

Zhang Shao frowned and looked gloomy. He didn't expect that the young man was a disciple of Wudang.

But then he also sighed. As long as he found someone, everything would be easy to say. Nowadays, the environment is so different that monks are nothing in his eyes.

Zhang Shao immediately took a deep breath, stood up and hugged his fist and said: "tell Shizu, since Ning Tao dares to give such a heavy hand, no matter which sect he belongs to, he will give us an account of Qingcheng."

As soon as the words came out, the two middle-aged people's eyes flashed, and suddenly they also came to the spirit, with a pair of eyes, both nodding secretly.

"Zhang Shao doesn't belong to our Qingcheng sect. We don't need to be polite in the future."

When he saw this, his face flashed a little satisfaction, and then he lifted his hand lightly, and his words were polite.

Nowadays, the sect is particular about joining the world. Its disciples go down the mountain and rarely fight alone. They are willing to make friends with some powerful people.

On the one hand, it can solve some material difficulties; on the other hand, it can accumulate some contacts for the clan, so as not to leave the clan alone.

For a large family, it has the same advantages as being close to the clan. It not only ensures its own safety, but also enables its disciples to go out and walk without looking black.

In this way, in order to keep in touch with each other, the children of some big families and consortia will join the clan. Cultivation is the second, and the most important thing is to hang a name, which can be regarded as a kind of closeness.

Zhang Shao is one of them. Such people are known as laity disciples, also known as outside disciples. According to Hongmeng's regulations, in order to prevent the disciples from participating in the government affairs, these people are not religious monks strictly speaking. It's not wrong to say that."Shizu, it's Mingjiang who is not talented enough to join the sect. But Mingjiang always wants to join the sect. What's more, younger martial brother Yang is training here. I can't bear to blame for such a thing. I won't let it go."

Zhang Shao's attitude is very good. Now it's a rare time to show his loyalty, and his words are full of sincerity.

"Well, I'll be satisfied with Zhang Shaoyou's heart. When I come back to zongmen, I'll surely ask for your help. When you go to Qingcheng Mountain in your spare time, I'll surely make alchemy for you."

This one is very good, but I can't bear the hardships of the mountain. I just practiced some of the outer martial arts of the clan. Now I'm in a good mood.

"Thank you, Shizu!"

Seeing that he got such a big benefit in a few words, Zhang Shao's eyebrows flashed a trace of joy and quickly said thanks.

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"martial uncle, what should the Wudang friar do to hurt poplar?"

When these words fell, the white man's face flashed a little dignified, and he looked at the false mouth and asked for instructions.

If they are from small families, they will not be polite. However, they are also from the eight major sects. They have good words, but it is not suitable to fight and kill again.

As soon as the words came out, the other people also turned their attention to vanity.

Then he said slowly, "since that man is a Wudang disciple, we all belong to the eight sects, it's unreasonable. Why don't you do it like this, first and then. "

"Before the soldiers?"

Zhang Shaohu moved his face suspiciously. He couldn't help muttering. Obviously he didn't understand.