I'm just a soldier, why should I fight you in a duel?

The dead body was broken, and the dead body was broken.

Wang Quezi, who had escaped death, lay in a shabby guest room in the military mansion.

The acupoints all over his body were aching, and he didn't know what method Wei Yuan had used on him.

After the completion, just a glance could make him feel miserable.

The meridians all over his body seemed to be burned by a raging fire.

The true qi that he had practiced for many years could not be raised at all.

It was as if the necessary path for the true qi to flow was blocked by something.

He closed his eyes, concentrated his breath and calmed his mind, intending to look inside.

He wanted to see what Wei Yuan had done to his body.

But he found nothing.

If Wei Yuan were here, he would definitely laugh at Wang Quezi.

This method of condensing the evil spirit into a talisman is planted deep in his acupoint.

Ordinary internal vision can't reveal any clues.

Unless Wei Yuan controls it personally, the evil spirit will appear in the body.

Of course, on weekdays, this evil spirit will not affect their cultivation and the circulation of true qi.

Similar to [Beast Taming Technique], they all feed on the free evil spirit in the cultivator's body.

The most important point is that Wei Yuan must help condense the talisman every month.

Otherwise, the evil spirit will riot and damage the meridians.

"Bang!"

The door of the guest room was knocked open.

Wang Quezi didn't care about the hidden pain all over his body, and he got up from the bed.

He stood respectfully beside the bed.

Two soldiers carried a man wrapped in yellow cloth and walked in.

Wang Quezi looked up, but was stunned and shouted stutteringly.

"Gong... Gong Long?"

"Didn't you... let that guard captain chop you off?"

Gong Long's face turned red, and he turned his head away and stopped talking.

The two soldiers threw him on the bed and said coldly.

"My Lord has ordered that the wounded soldiers in the military mansion will be taken care of by you two from now on."

"If you slack off, your heads will be lost!"

Gong Long's eyes widened when he heard this, and he pointed to his broken legs and stammered.

"I... I'm struggling... How can I take care of others..."

"Hey!"

The soldier's face darkened instantly.

Wang Quezi quickly confronted Gong Long and moved to stand in front of him.

"Please rest assured, my Lord, I have been in the martial arts world for many years and I also know some basic medical skills!"

"I will definitely take good care of the wounded soldiers in our military mansion!"

Hearing Wang Quezi's sincere words.

The soldiers' faces eased a lot, nodded, and left the guest room.

Seeing the two people gradually walking away, Wang Quezi gently closed the door.

He squatted on the ground with a hunched body and sighed.

He took out a pipe from his arms.

He began to puff and puff.

Gong Long, with a slightly red face, swallowed his saliva and called out tentatively.

"Wang Quezi?"

"Brother Quezi?"

Seeing that he didn't respond, he immediately changed into a playful and ruffian look.

"Give me a puff?"

"Look at me like this!"

Wang Quezi raised his head, glanced at him, and said angrily.

"Aren't you a hard-headed person?"

"Didn't you say that if you want to kill or cut me, I will let you have a quick death?"

"Didn't you say that if you blink your eyes, you will take my last name?"

Gong Long was embarrassed when he heard this, and lowered his head to find a crack in the ground to crawl into.

But his broken legs were really not very good, and even moving was a bit difficult.

After a long time, he muttered in a low voice.

"I blinked!"

"If I didn't blink, how could you still see me!"

Wang Quezi laughed in anger, stood up, and almost kicked Gong Long's broken leg.

"You are such a brainless person, you have hurt me so badly!"

"If it weren't for you, how could I have fallen into such a situation!"

Gong Long was kicked and grimaced in pain.

The hand that was also wrapped in yellow cloth didn't know where to protect for a while.

"Wang Quezi, you damn be careful."

"Don't kick my broken leg! Can't you kick it in a good place!"

"Kick you?"

Wang Quezi's eyes were red and he was breathing heavily.

"I even want to kill you right now!"

"I've saved up so much money over the years, and now I can redeem my lover."

"It's better now than having it confiscated!"

Gong Long held his head and rolled around on the bed, dodging Wang Quezi's kicks and fists.

"You have to think positively!"

"We are at least eating the emperor's food, right?"

"The emperor's food?"

"The man surnamed Wei said

Have you been paid?"

Wang Quezi didn't care about the pain in his body at this moment, he just turned over and jumped onto the bed.

He used his hands and feet to attack from both sides.

"It's obviously your fault, but you made me suffer the consequences."

"I hate it! I, Wang Quezi, am considered a leader in the martial arts world!"

"Why did I have to meet a ghost like you!"

After a long time,

the shouting and cursing in the dilapidated guest room finally stopped.

The two sat side by side.

At this moment, Wang Quezi's face was livid and his hair was disheveled.

He no longer looked like a martial arts practitioner.

If he went to beg on the street, he could get at least a dozen copper coins a day.

As for Gong Long, it was even worse.

Not only was his face bruised and swollen, but his eyes could only open two small slits.

Even after being beaten like this, he still didn't give up.

Trembling He raised his hand and took out a pipe from the arms of the person next to him.

But he wanted to take a puff of this dry tobacco, but he couldn't light it.

He was so anxious that he kept scratching his head.

Wang Quezi glanced at him and snatched the pipe.

After mobilizing his true energy to light it, he took a deep breath and handed it to Gong Long.

Seeing this, Gong Long immediately grinned shamelessly.

He carefully took the pipe and puffed it with enjoyment.

"Brother Quezi, what should we do next?"

"I will definitely listen to you this time."

"The child died, and you fucking milk?"

"What to do! Cold!"

"You want to run away after being used by others?"

"If you want to die, don't fucking take me with you!"

"I haven't lived enough! "

Wang Quezi tidied up his messy hair, wiped his face, stood up and walked out the door.

"Where are you going?"

"Don't forget to bring me some food! I was busy fighting today and didn't eat a single mouthful of rice or water!"

Wang Quezi turned his head, snatched back the pipe, and hit Gong Long's head hard.

"Eat, eat, eat, you only know how to eat!"

"Did you fight? You just got beaten, didn't you?"

"I'll go see those wounded soldiers, I don't have time to take care of you!"

"You're thick-skinned, you won't starve to death if you skip a meal."

"Go to sleep, you won't be hungry when you sleep! "

After saying that, he slammed the door and left.

After asking around, he walked quickly towards the place where the wounded lived.

He dared not disobey the task that Wei Yuan personally ordered.

After all, he would have to work for him in the future.

If his crude medical skills could really catch Wei Yuan's eye.

Let him see his own value.

Maybe one day when he is happy, he will release the restriction in his body.

…

Outside Lin'an City,

A man in a gray robe soaked in blood, covering the big hole in his chest, stumbled into the city.

He looked terrified and kept looking back, as if something was chasing him.