"Old man Qiao, this internal injury must have been some years, right?"

Xue Bing probed carefully and asked Qiao Hai on the side. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

"Well, when I can remember, my grandfather's health was already very poor, and he could walk around at first, but then he could only lie in bed and recuperate most of the time."

Qiao Hai recalled it and told Xue Bing everything he knew.

"By the way, my dad asked a doctor from a family to diagnose my grandfather last week, and the other party said that it was because of the blockage of the meridians caused by internal injuries, and he needed Lingyuan Pill to supplement the essence of the essence."

"Lingyuan Dan?"

Xue Bing frowned slightly, Lingyuan Dan he knew that it was a cherished elixir that only the profound Guwu family would have.

"Did you find it now?"

"No," Qiao Hai's face looked a little bitter, "My dad has been communicating with the heads of major families for the past few days, but there has been no result yet. ”

"Alas, the Lingyuan Pill is indeed very effective, but that thing is too precious, and ordinary families are not willing to take it out."

Qiao Hai nodded, Xue Bing was right.

"But without Lingyuan Pill, you can also recuperate for Old Man Qiao."

"Well, really?"

Qiao Hai's face froze, and he looked at Xue Bing suspiciously.

"Well, the reason why the doctor said that Lingyuan Pill is a necessary elixir is actually because he doesn't want to work hard for Old Man Qiao, as long as he uses the medicinal materials of Jingyuan to make a decoction, he can also nourish his body, but the effect is just a little worse."

Xue Bing was injured internally, and the old blind man went to the mountains to pick up some medicinal herbs and came back to boil them together into a black and slimy potion overnight, although the taste was not very good, but the effect was very good, and he could quickly recuperate his body.

"I just don't know if you have these herbs at home?"

Qiao Ding's situation is very serious, and the life essence has been lost a lot, so he needs very precious medicinal materials.

"It's okay, my second uncle originally ran a pharmaceutical company, and he should be able to find these medicinal materials."

Xue Bing's words gave Qiao Hai some hope again, and he hurriedly said.

"Okay, I'll write you a prescription and help me find a medicine pot back, it must be very strong."

"Good!"

Qiao Hai hurriedly nodded in agreement, and went to the side to take a pen and paper.

Xue Bing thought carefully for a while, and wrote down the required medicinal materials according to his memory.

What Xue Bing wrote were very common medicinal materials, ginseng, Ganoderma lucidum and the like, but what was needed were treasures that had a relatively long time.

"It should be all found," Qiao Hai glanced at it briefly, and immediately decided to go to Qiao's treasury to take a look, "You sit here first, and I'll find it immediately." ”

Xue Bing nodded, just as he was going to help Qiao Ding dredge the meridians.

According to Qiao Hai, Qiao Ding suddenly went crazy when he was about to break through, and he was depressed in his heart, and then it intensified and became what he is now.

"Let's give it a try!"

When Xue Bing checked his pulse, he found that there was a lot of blood accumulation in Qiao Ding's meridians, and it seemed that it was precisely because of this reason that the internal force could not circulate normally, and his physical condition became critical.

Sitting upright, Xue Bing settled his mind, put the Taixuan Sutra into operation, and flowed the internal force in his body, all of which were introduced into the palm of his hand.

"Enter!"

An internal force entered Qiao Ding's body through Xue Bing's palm, and slowly advanced along the meridians under the control of Xue Bing's mind.

Soon, the internal force exerted by Xue Bing was intercepted, and the large pieces of blood blocked the meridians tightly, and it was impossible to move forward at all.

"This is it?"

Xue Bing ignored the sweat oozing from the traction internal force, and his mind still remained focused.

The Taixuan Sutra was running rapidly, and a steady stream of internal force turned into a trickle and poured into Qiao Ding's body.

Qiao Ding moaned and groaned slightly, and the rejection of his body made him a little uncomfortable.

When Xue Bing was clear about the blood congestion, he found that Qiao Ding's body was not only as simple as blood congestion, but also that the meridians were disordered, and in his eyes, it seemed that it was the sequelae left by the madness, and he had not come over.

It's a bit difficult to do now, Xue Bing has the ability to dredge the meridians, but he doesn't have the ability to restore the meridians to their original positions, and he must be a master above the third layer of the Lingwu Realm to do it.

This is also the reason why Qiao Ding's body has been good and bad for so many years, and he has not returned to his original height.

"Let's dredge these two main meridians first!"

Now Xue Bing can only do his best to stabilize Qiao Ding's injuries so that his life will not be endangered.

As the Taixuan Sutra was running at an extremely fast speed, the sweat on Xue Bing's face became more and more, and his close-fitting clothes were already soaked.

Qiao Ding was still in a coma, his eyebrows wrinkled together at some point, and he looked very painful.

Now is the critical moment, Xue Bing can't care so much, his right hand is pressed on Qiao Ding's body, and his left hand is knotted with a strange handprint, this is the magic trick in Taixuan, which can give full play to the effect of internal force.

"Tong!"

With Xue Bing's secret shout, the internal force broke through the obstacle of blood congestion.

Qiao Ding's body shook violently, and a mouthful of dirty blood spat out violently, Xue Bing fell off the stool due to the loss of a large amount of internal force in his body, and fell to the ground, his face pale.

Qiao Hai was coming back from the warehouse with a bunch of medicinal herbs, and before he could reach Qiao Ding's house, he heard a movement and hurriedly ran over.

"Grandpa, what's wrong with you?"

The first thing that caught Qiao Hai's eyes was Qiao Ding, who was covered in blood, and he couldn't help but surprise the former and shouted out loudly.

"Xue Bing, what are you doing?"

Qiao Hai didn't know what was going on for a while, and looked at Xue Bing who was panting with some anger, thinking that it was caused by Xue Bing's accident.

"I'm just dredging the meridians for Old Man Qiao, and these blood are the blood that accumulates in the meridians."

"Huh?" Qiao Hai's angry expression froze for a moment, "You said this is the bruise you forced out?" ”

Qiao Hai also practiced martial arts, of course, he also knew a little.

It's just that Qiao Yuanshan, who has the highest martial arts in the Qiao family, doesn't have such skills, how can Xue Bing do it at such a young age?

"That's right, it's just that my skills are limited, although the meridians have been opened, the blood congestion has not been completely cleared, and I still have to take care of it."

Xue Bing struggled to get up from the ground, feeling a little dizzy in his head, and almost fell down again.

Qiao Hai hurriedly went up to support him and moved the stool over.

"Xue Bing, did you really force the bruises out?"

"I didn't lie to you, if it goes well, Old Man Qiao should wake up soon."

Xue Bing looked very weak, he was a little weak to speak, and he couldn't stop dripping cold sweat.

This is a manifestation of the emptiness of internal forces in the body.

"Xue Bing, no, I'm sorry, I just ......"

Qiao Hai was a little embarrassed, just now he thought that it was Xue Bing's mistake that caused Qiao Ding's vomiting blood, and he was a little sorry for misunderstanding the latter.

"It's okay, it's messy if you care."

Xue Bing struggled to squeeze out a smile and secretly breathe.

"Wait a minute, I'll have someone make some ginseng tea."

Ginseng is the best way to replenish the body's essence, and it is also very helpful for those who practice martial arts.

"Little Yang ......"

(To be continued.) )