"If that's the case, we're seventy percent sure, but the military master, you know better than us, transplanting other people's bones, he won't be able to practice martial arts in the future!"

Lin Xuanlong said something.

Tang Jingyun, who was on the hospital bed, couldn't pretend to be asleep anymore, and suddenly opened his eyes.

For him, if he can't practice martial arts in this life.

It's better to be dead.

For a warrior, the most painful thing is to abolish him.

Since then, there has been no chance of martial arts.

For an ordinary person with a strong personality, you abolish him, and you can't accept this result.

Not to mention martial artists, if you can't practice martial arts in your life, it's better to die.

To live is to suffer!

Tang Jingyun's chapped lips squirmed: "Brother Ning, I don't want to change bones." ”

"If you don't replace the bones, you'll be in a wheelchair for the rest of your life."

Lin Xuanlong told him the truth.

If it is a bone transplant, with the means of the twelve national doctors of Beiliang, Tang Jingyun can stand up again.

The only drawback is that you can't cultivate martial arts in this life.

The dual strength of the warrior's bright and dark strength, every time he releases an attack, he relies on his own body.

Tang Jingyun transplanted his leg bones, and his body would inevitably leave hidden diseases.

It's not suitable for cultivating ancient martial arts anymore!

Even so, Tang Jingyun stubbornly spoke: "Even if I am accompanied by a wheelchair for the rest of my life, I am still a martial artist!" ”

He has been practicing martial arts since he was a child, and now he is an ordinary person.

I don't want to die!

Even if his legs are crippled, he Tang Jingyun is still a martial artist.

Replace the leg bones, and you can no longer use dark energy and light energy, which is no different from ordinary people.

He Tang Jingyun did not accept this result!

Seeing this, Ning Bei sighed lightly: "Let him be!" ”

"Yes!"

Lin Xuanlong and the twelve people understood what to do.

They were in the room, correcting Tang Jingyun's bones.

Tang Jingyun was lying on the bed, his eyes were red, the blue tendons on his forehead were suddenly like a dragon, beads of sweat the size of beans kept flowing down, and he gritted his teeth and let out a muffled snort.

Ning Bei stood quietly, his gaze calm without any fluctuations.

There is no intolerance or pity.

When Ningbei was young, he led his troops to fight against eight foreign countries, and after every battle, the disabled soldiers of the Northern Liang Army were more seriously injured than Tang Jingyun.

The former king of Ningbei couldn't sit idly by and watch his comrades, so he died in front of him because of his injuries.

Ningbei was in the north, so he studied medicine.

Later, Chu Lao Er said that learning art can save people, but it can't save the country!

This is a faint reminder to Ningbei that as the master of the Beiliang Army and the master of Mobei for 8,000 miles, the responsibility to be shouldered is not to save the life and help the wounded.

Since that sentence, Ningbei medical skills have stopped at the realm of national medicine.

For five whole years, there was not an inch of progress.

To this day, Ningbei's medical skills are still at the same level as five years ago.

Even so, Ningbei is also a Chinese medicine!

Tang Jingyun's injuries are treated by traditional Chinese medicine, which is to change bones.

But this is tantamount to cutting off Tang Jingyun's martial arts path.

So this won't work!

Lin Xuanlong also said that if you want to completely cure Tang Jingyun, you need a big country doctor.

A whole level of high Chinese medicine, a great country doctor!

Looking at our China, it has been nearly 500 years, and no great country doctor has been born.

A great country doctor with a peerless style, now he can only learn a thing or two from ancient books.

As we all know, if you want to become a national doctor, you must first become a god of war!

Do you know that if you want to become a great doctor, you must first be crowned king!

Combining medical skills with martial arts, becoming a great country doctor, and the specific cultivation inheritance has long been cut off.

There is a heritage, but it is still difficult to repair.

Not to mention the modern era, the inheritance is severed, and what do people take to become a big country doctor.

Ning Bei left the room and stood alone on the roof of the villa, facing the hunting wind, dancing in white, looking into the distance with deep eyes.

His thin lips moved slightly: "Studying medicine can save people, but it can't save the country, second, you have trapped me in the medical realm for five years!" ”

Ning Bei sat cross-legged and slowly closed his eyes.

Around the thin body, a stream of air slowly formed, accompanied by the dead leaves on the roof, forming a whirlpool, rotating around Ningbei.

Ning Bei's thin lips moved slightly: "Studying medicine can save people, but it can't save the country!" ”

"Then what about me Ningbei, saving people with medicine and protecting the country with force?"

The indifferent voice was like thunder, resounding through the heavens and the earth.

Ning Bei's words are solving the problems that plagued him back then.

Chu Cripple, the old yin critic, in order not to let Ning Bei waste his energy on the medical path, said that heart-wrenching sentence.

But if the doctor can protect the country, what is the use of my ancient martial arts!

The martial artist is in the same vein, and what he has cultivated and learned has been the right way in the world since ancient times, guarding the common people, as well as the splendid mountains and rivers of thousands of miles!

This scene stunned the people in the small courtyard.

Han Li looked at Ning Bei, who was sitting cross-legged on the roof, his body surrounded by a strong wind and a tidal wave, surrounded by dead leaves.

Shocked, he asked, "Is this ......?"

"Stand down, the young master has an understanding, don't disturb!"

Old Man Zhang appeared and exited the small courtyard with Han Li in his arms.

Li Ergou swallowed his saliva, his eyes in awe: "Is this momentum about stepping into the realm of a great country doctor?" ”

"Martial arts is the mainstay, medical skills are supplemented, the two are combined into the realm of great medicine, if it is successful, the young master will definitely leave a name in history!"

In the depths of Old Man Zhang's eyes, a flash of excitement flashed.

Young great doctors!

In my 5,000-year-old history of China, there has never been such an amazing masterpiece.

Although the inheritance was severed, Ningbei once again walked out of a glorious avenue with the appearance of a unicorn.

The way of great country medicine!

A complete path for future generations.

Its merits will forever go down in history.

Shan Xin said softly: "The military master entered the north at the age of seven, and on his eleventh birthday, the old military master disappeared, and the burden of guarding Mobei for eight thousand miles was pressed on the shoulders of the military master. ”

"At a young age, he commanded millions of elites in Beiliang, held the handsome seal, and ranked first among the 100 generals in the military department.

The eyes of single faith are the color of faith.

Beiliang belongs, everyone regards Ningbei as a faith!

This is a living myth.

The cohesion of Beiliang is unimaginable to outsiders.

On the roof of the villa, the sun hangs in the sky.

Ning Bei cultivated alone, and his momentum became bigger and bigger, and his own breath leaked out, which shocked half of Bianjing City!

Birds dare not call, cicadas dare not call, beasts dare not roar.

The birds and beasts were silent.

In the entire Ning family manor, ordinary people were even more frightened.

Just because King Ningbei was about to break through, the breath on his body leaked out.

On weekdays, Ning Bei has a restrained atmosphere at home, and his personality is easy-going and indifferent, just like a wealthy son.

No one can imagine how terrifying the murderous aura hidden in Ning Bei's thin body.

Until late in the evening.

Ning Siye arrived, comforted the scared Xiao Guoguo, stood outside the courtyard, and looked at Ning Bei, who was sitting cross-legged on the roof.

He asked in shock: "Shan Xin, why is Xiaobei's murderous nature so heavy?" ”

"The eldest brother worships the general at the age of seven, and becomes a god at the age of nine, and every level needs to be stained with the blood of the enemy himself, this is the rule of Beiliang, not changed because of men and women, and not compromised because of old and young."

Qiu Yuting was dressed in white, and the dust under the moon was like a fairy, taking the little fruit fruit in Ning Siye's arms, and holding a ten-year-old girl.

His eyes flashed with doting.