Fighter of the Destiny

"Is it enough to use the Holy Light Technique to stop bleeding and promote muscle growth, and then use Wu Guo Chen to calm the mind? There are still so many turbulent True Yuan groups in the meridians of these two people. If they don't find a way to clean them up, this When I wake up, I am afraid that my cultivation will be reduced by 30%. Some people think that they can cure diseases and save people by just learning some techniques, which is really inappropriate."

Chen Changsheng said to himself while moving the needle like the wind.

Zhe Xiu looked at him condescendingly and said, "You can replace the word "some people" in the previous sentence with her."

After Chen Changsheng finished his work, he stood up, looked at him and explained seriously: "I'm not competing with her."

Zhe Xiu said seriously: "I don't believe it."

Chen Changsheng felt his face was a little hot, so he stopped talking and prepared to push the two southern practitioners awake and let them go to the riverside to join the others.

At this moment, he saw something drawn on the ground beside the campfire. After examining it carefully, he saw that it was a road map with a simple line of text.

The handwriting is pretty good.

He said silently in his heart.

"She asked them to go to Panshan Linyu. It seemed that many people gathered there."

Zhexiu looked at him and asked, "Should we go?"

Chen Changsheng said directly without thinking, "No."

Zhe Xiu asked: "Why?"

"I... still have things to do... and there are many people... waiting for me to treat my injuries... okay."

Chen Changsheng stood up, remained silent for a long time, and said with some embarrassment, "I'm not ready yet."

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The white sacrificial robe is particularly eye-catching in the night. If it is in a private street, it may be very scary, but in the eyes of practitioners, this white sacrificial robe is like the fireworks with special marks of Qingzhi Sansi and Saintess Peak. The same, representing the hope of living and the end of pain.

Along the way, the girl had already heard two shouts full of surprise and tears, so when she saw the practitioner next to the bonfire under the grass slope acting so calmly, she felt a little uncomfortable for a moment. After a while, Only then did she understand why. It turned out that the practitioner was meditating.

She walked closer and found that the cultivator's wound had been bandaged. Judging from the angle of the injury and the method of bandaging, it was probably not her own treatment. She was about to turn around and leave, but she remembered something, squatted down again, reached out to untie the bandaging strips, and looked at the wounds inside.

This practitioner's wound should have been struck by some kind of magic weapon from the ancestral temple. There are still some remnants of the ancestral ritual weapon commonly known as star chips on the skin around the wound, but the star chips in the wound were The person who treated the wound cleaned it extremely cleanly and treated the wound extremely well. He actually sewed it together with some kind of thread.

The girl thought to herself that the person who healed the injury was really brave. Although there are relevant records in Dao Zang and Pharmacopoeia, no one has done this for many years.

There should be no problem with external injuries. She is more concerned about the problems in the meridians. Being injured by a magic weapon and being injured by a sword are two different concepts. The sword hurts the body, and the weapon hurts the substance. The magic weapons in the spiritual world are not like swords. The sharp edge is evident, and the lethality is mainly reflected in the damage to the practitioner's internal organs, especially the meridians.

After this practitioner was cured of his trauma, he had been meditating. Maybe there was something wrong with his sea of ​​consciousness.

Her fingers rested on the practitioner's pulse gate, slowly injecting an extremely pure essence.

Inspired by this true essence, the cultivator woke up from his meditative state. Looking at the girl so close, he was startled and subconsciously wanted to take action.

The Zhou Garden, which has cruel rules set by the saints, is indeed a good place for human practitioners to sharpen their will and improve their fighting ability.

The girl ignored him and said, "Don't move, don't talk, close your eyes."

The practitioner didn't know her, at least not at this moment. For some reason, hearing her voice like a clear spring, he felt extremely trusting. He subconsciously relaxed and closed his eyes again.

After a while, the girl stood up.

She didn't stop any longer and went into the distance in the night.

The bonfire stretched her shadow a little longer.

The practitioner woke up again and looked at her back, feeling a little confused.

In that sudden glance, he saw a face that was delicate but ordinary and easily forgotten.

Why, when he looked at the girl's back at this moment, did he feel that she was so beautiful?

The girl also felt a little confused at this time.

The practitioner's meridians were very smooth, and all the shocks and blockages left by the ritual tools of the ancestors were resolved.

Among the hundreds of practitioners in Zhou Garden, who is the best at medical skills?

Who is the best at this method? Who in the realm of Tongyou can make such subtle corrections to a practitioner's meridians?

Unlike Chen Changsheng, she immediately thought of who the person was.

It still has some use.

She thought silently in her heart.

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Listening to the sound of water, she came to the bank of the stream, looked at the bonfire, and found that there were two people she knew.

The two girls were surprised to see her.

Ye Xiaolian's eyes showed a look of awe, and Senior Sister Tong smiled reassuringly.

Everything can be changed, only the eyes cannot be changed, and she did not change deliberately at this time, so her classmates recognized her identity.

She shook her head, and Ye Xiaolian and Senior Sister Dong understood and said nothing.

She walked up to the master of Qingxu Temple, untied his bandages, looked at him twice, and slowly raised her eyebrows.

"He treated it?"

She looked at Senior Sister Tong and asked.

Senior Sister Tong was practicing in Nanxi Zhai with her, so she naturally knew what happened between her and Chen Changsheng, and for a moment she didn't know the meaning of her question.

"I thought it was of some use, but who knew that the treatment was so messy? He only treated the sword wound on the outside, but the inside was still bleeding. Did he just ignore it?"

I don’t know why, but the more the girl thought about it, the angrier she became.

The master of Qingxu Temple was very weak at this time and had no idea what was going on. His disciples were even more confused. They just looked at the attitudes of the two Saintess Peak disciples and knew that they could not afford to offend them.

The girl stretched out her right hand and flicked his chest and abdomen from the air, and saw a holy light falling from her palm.

No matter how remote the Qingxu Temple is, and it is just a branch of the state religion, how can the owner of the temple fail to recognize the Holy Light Technique?

He was immediately moved, and became more and more convinced that this girl was a great figure in the state religion, and he was anxious to get up and pay homage to her.

The girl frowned slightly and knocked him unconscious.

The disciples of the master of Qingxu Temple stood aside calmly, not daring to speak at all, let alone do anything.

After learning some medical skills from Taoist Ji, do you think you can cure everyone in the world? I don’t even think about it, are practitioners and ordinary people the same thing? Are sword wounds and wind cold the same thing?

The girl was slightly annoyed thinking about these things, looked at Senior Sister Tong and said, "When will he come back?"

Senior Sister Tong calculated the time and found that it was not far from the time Chen Changsheng had promised, and said, "It should be soon."

The girl was startled, then stood up and walked into the night.

Senior Sister Tong asked, "You're not waiting for him?"

The girl did not answer this sentence and passed away quietly, startling several night birds in the forest.

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(There may be slightly less updates in the next two days because I have to go out a lot.)