"Alas~ Senior Sister Jiang, you don't know ↗ ↘ anything!"

At this moment, Zhang Yuanshan's figure was already handsome and masculine, as if he was detached from some specific environment, and completely coincided with the "imagination" of the Zhenwu senior brother in Jiang Zhiwei's mind.

Immediately after Zhang Yuanshan's explanation, it has reached Jiang Zhiwei's ears.

But soon, this beautiful girl in goose yellow clothes couldn't help frowning slightly.

"So Senior Brother Zhang, when you were cultivating Zhenwu Peerless, you sensed the accumulation of Zhenwu Dao, and as a result, the Yin and Yang Qi flowed backwards, and you accidentally injured the Sanjiao Entrance, so every day when the meridian flow is injected, there will be a danger of rational burnout, so in order to prevent yourself from doing irreparable things, you will deliberately channel your "roots" at times and deliberately indulge in some inconspicuous things? ”

"Well, Senior Sister Jiang, if you can understand it like this, that's good. But I didn't hurt the trifocal entrance, but the trigeminal nerve!

This is important to know. "Zhang Yuanshan thinks that Senior Sister Jiang can believe that she is fooling her...... Phew, it's "explanation" and not endless.

In the end, it's just a little girl, she hasn't really seen the world, and she has seen the infinite scenery of the heavens and all worlds, it's really easy to deceive.

But in the blink of an eye, he couldn't help but shake his head because Senior Sister Jiang didn't fully understand his explanation.

"It's the trigeminal nerve, not the three-focal entrance. I don't have a one-handed unicorn arm, and I don't practice "Eight Desolations and Six Combinations", the thing in the Sanjiao entrance is too mysterious, and if you are not careful, you will become an uncle, and I don't have a plan for that at present...... Uh-huh, ...... so far"

"I see. Senior Brother Zhang, don't worry, I will keep it a secret for you. But you should also make more progress in martial arts as early as possible, so that you can heal your injury as soon as possible. ”

Looking at Senior Brother Zhang, who looked righteous and awe-inspiring, handsome and sunny, but still full of sassy words, he couldn't understand the stability of Senior Brother Zhenwu at all.

Even if Jiang Zhiwei was a little skeptical and unbelieving, she was also drowned in a faint worry early.

"Senior Brother Zhang's illness seems to have not only injured the Sanjiao Entrance, but also the Imperial Court and the Purple Mansion Yuan Palace in his brain...... If not, how could Senior Brother Zhang not be able to control himself and do such a ridiculous thing?

Alas, Senior Brother Zhang, what a good person he used to be, why did he get such a disease? ”

"Senior Brother Zhang, there is no hurdle in life that you can't pass, you must work hard to improve yourself, detect and treat early, and don't think too much.

After all, this disease ...... Alas... You must not "think too much", the more "you think too much", the easier it is to make a big mistake! ”

The little girl's face was full of sincerity, and the righteousness was awe-inspiring, coupled with her green little face, it was simply unbearable.

"Uh...... Senior Sister Jiang, are you thinking about something, I am actually not as badly injured as you imagined......" Looking at Jiang Zhiwei's face with the kind of concern that cares for the mentally handicapped, Zhang Yuanshan suddenly had a feeling of liver pain of "lifting a stone and hitting his own feet".

"No, Senior Brother Zhang, you don't have to say anything, I understand."

The martial arts world is as vast as a sea of smoke, thousands of years old, all kinds of miracles, miracles, stunts, and countless left side doors.

While bringing about the complexity and complexity of the martial arts system, it naturally also brought about various unexpected injuries.

In the past, the era of casually taking a pack of "Jinchuang Medicine" and carrying a kitchen knife to break into the world has long passed.

All kinds of eye-catching, difficult to evaluate and tell, unspeakable diseases and injuries are changing with each passing day.

Just like the "Zhangguang Overlord Jade Paste .101" that suddenly appeared in major pharmacies in the rivers and lakes recently.

This ointment obviously can't heal injuries, can't increase cultivation, can't improve the strength of the Yuanshen's body, and is a legendary medicine that can treat the regeneration of hair follicles under the skin.

But it sold surprisingly well.

Many of the senior brothers who washed the Sword Pavilion at home were dozens of boxes, and dozens of boxes were bought at home. When I asked them what they were buying it for, they said they were giving it away.

Even Jiang Zhiwei found out that her teacher was also sneaking out of the customs, and her mouth was muttering: "His heart is cold, his hands are cold, and his sword is also cold...... So how did this grandson get frozen? "The peerless sword god turned out to be a bald man, why do I have such a he? After buying several boxes of jade paste for hair growth and hair follicles, I went back to retreat and practice.

Looking at the teacher's hairlike a green waterfall, even Jiang Zhiwei, who was bent on the sword and had no room for two things in her heart, didn't dare to ask anything.

Such a strange illness is in the past, like the kind of martial arts cultivation that Senior Brother Zhang said, and as a result, he will refine a little internal injury or something without paying attention, which is simply normal, and even for people in the rivers and lakes, he has long been accustomed to it.

As for the injuries that Senior Brother Zhang said......

In fact, there have been a lot of appearances in the Sword Washing Pavilion.

Or a moment of greed for merit, or a momentary interruption of work, or simply a bad luck, low qi, as a result, hurt the soul of the soul, and train yourself into a sword maniac, it's not too much.

Jiang Zhiwei has several senior brothers who have become like that.

Her master, the legendary figure of the "Outer Heaven Divine Sword" Su Wuming, has countless kinds of elixirs in the Sword Washing Pavilion, and as a result, there is nothing she can do about it.

This is the case with the Washing Sword Pavilion, and Jiang Zhiwei also has reason to believe that as a "True Martial Sect" that is almost the same as the power of the Washing Sword Pavilion, it may not be able to cure Brother Zhang, which stems from the stubborn illness of the Purple Mansion Yuanshen.

"Alas~ It's a pity, Brother Zhang. How could such a good person encounter such a thing. ”

"No, Senior Sister Jiang, I feel like you don't understand anything......"

Suddenly, the door of a side room opened, and a little Taoist priest with a bun on his head stood by the door, and he didn't see Zhang Yuanshan and Jiang Zhiwei.

After a few steps, he walked out of the room and shouted directly to Meng Qi, who was busy: "That little monk over there, my room is a little dirty, you can clean it." ”

"Okay, donor." Meng Qi saluted with one hand, carried a broom and walked to the wing, and the little Taoist priest who still had a little childish spirit was ready to return to the house.

Jiang Zhiwei didn't feel anything, but suddenly heard the words of the little Taoist priest, and looked at his actions again, as if she understood what the little Taoist priest was thinking.

Her eyelids narrowed slightly, like bright autumn water, as if she was smiling, and walked into the house in a few steps, and happened to meet the little Taoist priest.

"Senior Brother Qingjing, it's polite." Jiang Zhiwei pinched the sword in her hand, and said that she was impartial, neither humble nor arrogant.

"Humph!"

Although the little Taoist Qingjing's face was immature and green, his every move all the time showed the arrogance in his heart, looking at Jiang Zhiwei's etiquette, he didn't think about talking to her, he only snorted coldly, and walked into the house.

"Xuantian Sect" inherited the ancient Emperor of Heaven, obtained the order of the Heavenly Court, and had the unfathomable "Knife of Years" to suppress luck, which is why the Xuantian Sect from top to bottom is to engrave the criteria of "order and inferiority", "order and order", and "birth and preciousness" in the depths of the bone marrow.

In his opinion, it is just a small handyman in a Shaolin Temple, like the nine days of the scorching sun inadvertently raising a speck of dust, what is there to care?

"Senior Brother Qingjing, you have narrowed the road." Zhang Yuanshan got up from afar, chuckled a few times, and seemed to have no intention of participating in it at all.

"If Master Meng Qi really talks about seniority, you have to call him Mrs. Mrs...... Uncle Taishi! You are shouting like this, calling the Emperor of Heaven and his half-brother as a person, I am afraid that you will not survive tomorrow! ”