"If your heart is not quiet, you can go the same anywhere." The old Taoist squinted at him and said, "Yang Wei, don't talk away, what are you doing here?" ”

"Passing through the south of the mountain, it's always not good to pass by, come and see you, and by the way, give your master a pillar of incense." Yang Wei sighed.

The old Taoist priest seemed to have doubts about Yang Wei's character, squinted his eyes and raised his eyebrows: "Really? Nothing else? Could it be that the man you carry on your shoulders is a sacrifice to my master? ”

"Gospel, I'll introduce you." Yang Wei shrugged his shoulders and said, "This is my apprentice, I told you before." ”

The old Taoist Gospel layman, known as the Gospel, is a hermit in Zhongnan Mountain, not much younger than Yang Wei, but he looks much older than Yang Wei.

Hearing this, he was a little surprised: "What are your apprentices doing on their shoulders?" Is it a cripple? ”

Yang Wei sneered, "It's almost the same as being crippled, and the cultivation that has been abolished by others is even stupid." ”

The old gospel layman was stunned, "Really? If it's really your apprentice's cultivation that has been abolished, can you still have the leisure to come to me with your temper? ”

"There is a saying in the house that there are many donkeys outside." Yang Wei carried Yang Chen into the courtyard, went straight to the civil engineering house with a small area, and threw Yang Chen onto a kang.

"Fuman, come in the kettle tea." The gospel monk shouted to the boy who was squatting in the courtyard to boil water, and then also walked into the house, only to see Yang Wei rummaging through his medicine cabinet, and hurriedly walked to stop him: "Don't rummage, what are you looking for?" ”

Yang Wei had already grabbed several herbs with the medicine bowl, and tossed them around there.

Seeing that he was pounding medicine, the gospel monk glanced at Yang Chen on the kang, didn't say anything more, walked to the side of the kang and sat down, and checked Yang Chen's pulse, but his brows gradually furrowed.

After Yang Wei pounded the medicine, he went to the fire outside to toss and mix the ointment.

The gospel monk who had checked Yang Chen's body took the teapot handed by the boy Fuman, leaned against the door, took a sip of hot tea at the spout from time to time, and twisted the beard on his chin from time to time, staring at Yang Wei who was squatting by the fire with flickering eyes, and found that this time Yang Wei was more taciturn, a little bit like the Yang Wei he knew.

Tong Zi Fuman poured another cup of tea, walked to Yang Wei's side, offered the teacup with both hands, and said, "Senior Yang, you drink tea...... Are you mixing ointments? I'll help you. ”

Yang Wei took the teacup, gave him the medicine bowl, and explained with a smile: "The fire is not too big or small, and the fire is slow to tune." ”

"Got it." The boy Fuman grinned with white teeth, squatted beside the fire, put the medicine bowl on the charcoal fire, and held a small stick to stir the ointment inside.

The mountains are quiet, the air is fresh, and the mountains and wilderness are reckless, with occasional birdsong.

From time to time, birds flew through the yard, and the firewood occasionally crackled in the fire.

The boy boiled medicine, Yang Wei sat on the wooden pier on the side and drank tea slowly, and the gospel lay man leaning on the door of the house also tasted tea slowly from a distance, far away from the hustle and bustle of the city, a very quiet scene.

As the aroma of the medicine in the bowl gradually became stronger, the ointment inside gradually became viscous and dark.

"Almost." Yang Wei handed the teacup to the boy Fuman, took the medicine bowl in his hand, got up and walked towards the house.

The Gospel layman, who had let him into the house sideways, instructed him outside: "Blessings, no door will be opened if there is a visitor... By the way, add two dishes for dinner. ”

"Got it, master." The boy Fuman answered, carried a basket, came to the vegetable field outside the courtyard, pulled some vegetables and the like, and tied the courtyard door to death when he came back, and then squatted beside the water tank to wash the vegetables.

At the age of early ten, he can do any job.

Seeing the criss-crossing scars on his body, the gospel monk who took a small silver knife in his hand and disinfected it couldn't help but bared his teeth and said: "Yang Wei, what are you doing here, looking at the old and new scars on this body, the scene experienced is not small." ”

Yang Wei's gaze also fell on Yang Chen's scars and was silent for a long time, it was the first time he saw Yang Chen with so many scars, so many gunshot wounds alone, and he didn't know how many times this apprentice had escaped death outside, and how many times he had experienced danger.

His lips tensed, he couldn't bear to let Yang Chen endure so many dangers, but there was no way, the flowers cultivated in the greenhouse could only be used as decorations, and they could not withstand the wind and waves.

Yang Chen, who was sitting cross-legged on the kang, had his eyes rolling around, obviously a little panicked, this person said that he was his master, but he hadn't communicated with him since he caught him last night.

Now that the clothes on his upper body have been stripped off, and there is a person who is shaking with a sharp small silver knife, which is too scary, and it smells like being slaughtered.

Yang Wei suddenly shook his hand and turned Yang Chen, who was kneeling cross-legged on the kang, and he and the Gospel lay also sat cross-legged on the kang, sandwiching Yang Chen in the middle.

The Gospel Lay Priest stared at the back of Yang Chen's head, and the blade of the small silver knife in his hand suddenly flashed, quickly scraping the back of Yang Chen's head with a piece.

The Gospel Monk blew away the shaved hair in one breath, and then the blade quickly cut a small cross wound on the scar on the back of Yang Chen's head, and blood flowed.

Yang Wei then made a move, pinched Yang Chen's forehead with five claws, closed his eyes slightly, and calmed down.

Yang Chen's eyes rolled, he wanted to speak but couldn't speak, he had already felt a stream of heat invade his brain, as if he was about to tear his brain apart.

This kind of almost anesthesia-free brain surgery is really uncomfortable.

After a while, beads of sweat the size of soybeans gradually oozed from his face, and it hurt, but unfortunately he couldn't make any resistance.

Ten minutes later, a red dot slowly pushed open the cross wound on the back of his head, and little by little, after it was completely drilled out of the back of his head, it rolled down on the kang with a cloud of bruises.

Yang Chen rolled his eyes, only to feel that a lot of pictures suddenly appeared in his mind, and his head 'buzzed', and he fainted in an instant.

The Gospel Monk quickly picked out a ball of black ointment with a small silver knife and smeared it on the back of Yang Chen's head, and then the small silver knife flashed, drawing three cross wounds on Yang Chen's arm and back respectively.

The five claws that grabbed Yang Chen's forehead had turned into two fingers and poked at Yang Chen's chest, Yang Wei's closed eyes suddenly opened, and the two fingers on Yang Chen's chest suddenly turned into palms and slapped on Yang Chen's chest.

'Puff puff' three times, and three bullets shot out of Yang Chen's arm and back with blood almost at the same time.

These three bullets are really forced, unlike the one in the head, even Yang Wei has to be careful and careful, otherwise it is very likely that Yang Chen will be made a fool.

The Gospel Monk shot like the wind, instantly swept three bloody bullets into the palm of his hand, and the silver knife provoked three balls of black ointment in a row, sealing the three wounds on Yang Chen's body.

Yang Wei got up and got out of bed, took out white gauze from the first aid kit on the side, bandaged the back of Yang Chen's head and the other three wounds, and then let Yang Chen lie on the bed to sleep, and pulled the quilt on the side to cover him.

The Gospel layman, who was dangling under the kang with four bloody bullets in his hand, picked one up with a small silver knife, and said to Yang Wei: "This bullet didn't kill him when it hit that part of his brain, and it didn't cause any damage to the brain, I'm afraid it can't be described as lucky, I think there should be a reason, I suspect it has something to do with the scattered internal force in his body." ”

"I also have this suspicion, and I can't make a judgment until he wakes up and asks about the situation." Yang Wei pointed to the bloody thing in his hand, and said lightly: "Keep these four bullets, whoever shoots them will have to pay them back, I don't like to owe others something." ”

The gospel lay shook his head and smiled bitterly, this is none of his business, you can do whatever you like.

He turned back to Yang Chen, who was lying on the bed, and said, "What should he do with his current situation?" Even if he helps him to guide the internal force back to the meridians, with his cultivation, the meridians cannot accommodate so much internal force, I suggest that a part of it be guided back into the meridians, in order to avoid internal and external rejection and difficult to control, the rest help him to do scattered exercises. ”

"Scattering?" Yang Wei raised his eyebrows slightly and said: "Ready-made good things, others can't ask for them, why throw them away?" ”

The gospel monk shook his head and said: "Yang Wei, although the idea is good, but it is not realistic, his meridians can't be accommodated at all, you forcibly help him introduce them all, it is tantamount to harming him, and the taste of bursting meridians may not be pleasant." ”

Yang Wei asked rhetorically on the spot: "If you help him wash the marrow and cut the meridians once, will you be able to accommodate those internal forces after recasting the meridians?" ”

The Gospel lay couldn't help but sneer: "Good idea, you have this ability? I really didn't see it. ”

"I don't have the heart to joke with you." Yang Wei asked rhetorically: "Have you ever heard of 'tendon washing'?" ”

The Gospel lay man was stunned for a moment when he heard this, and then his pupils suddenly shrank, and he said, "Muscle washing technique? Yang Wei, you're not kidding, are you talking about the legendary Qin Emperor's tendon washing technique in order to seek immortality? Is there really such a magic in the world? ”

"There must be a reason for the emptiness." Yang Wei nodded and said: "Yes, this legendary spell does exist, but it is not as magical as the legend, back then, Emperor Qin was unscrupulous in order to seek immortality, and used various channels to try to seek immortality, among which there was a group of Xuanshi to serve him, and the 'tendon washing technique' was made by this group of people, these people were actually the top martial arts masters at that time, just ask how a group of martial artists could toss out of immortality, Qin Huang was simply sick and rushed to the doctor, and naturally could not realize his dream of immortality." ”