"Do you know how to read faces?"

Fang Yuan's sudden words made Cui Daoning's face stunned, blinked, and asked in amazement.

"I first learned all my skills from the Taoist priests on the mountain, and I know a little bit about this face."

Fang Yuan smiled and said "truthfully".

"Is there a way to resolve the disaster of blood light?"

Cui Daoning slowly took two breaths, blinked his eyes slowly, and asked Fang Yuan again.

"This is a lifeless situation, and there is no solution."

Fang Yuan's smile converged, his hands were folded, and his tone was calm.

"Ten deaths, ten deaths, ten deaths, ......"

Cui Daoning's body shook suddenly, he opened his mouth and kept muttering about ten deaths, and suddenly, his face turned pale and he fainted.

"Yes, there is no life for ten deaths."

Looking at Cui Daoning, who had fainted, Fang Yuan opened his lips and muttered to himself.

"Master, master......"

He Anxia, who had been standing on the side as air, immediately pounced, hugged Cui Daoning, who fell to the ground, and kept shouting.

"Don't shake it, he's fine, just take your master to bed and sleep for a while."

Fang Yuan waved his hand, and when he saw He Anxia hugging Cui Daoning without saying a word, he got up, turned around and walked out of the medical hall.

He Anxia, who ran to the second floor with his master in his arms, just put his master on the bed, but when he wanted to get up, he made a move, and when he turned around, the corner of his clothes was tightly grasped by Cui Daoning's left hand.

"Master, aren't you dizzy?"

Cui Daoning's hand paused, and as soon as He Anxia got up to leave, he felt the hand holding his clothes tighten again......

"The master is faint here, not at ease."

Xu was aware of He An's doubts, and Cui Daoning, who had fainted, suddenly spoke.

He An paused: "Master, aren't you faint?" ”

"No, I'm dizzy."

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When I got home, it was another night of practice.

Originally, Fang Yuan would hollow out the three layers of qi and blood every night, and then sleep to recover, but one day he found that he could completely separate the exercises, and after the three layers of qi and blood were hollowed out, he would renovate the [Fudo Ming King Sutra], an exercise that could increase the soul without relying on qi and blood.

Moreover, in the cultivation, the qi and blood can still recover slowly, and the progress of cultivation has also accelerated a lot, which is equivalent to squeezing out another night of cultivation time, which is very good!

A night of practice made Fang Yuan even more energetic.

In the morning, he devoured the rolling essence from the east according to his routine, practiced martial arts in the morning, rested at noon, and went out with medicine in the afternoon.

"Old Fang, Dao melted him, and left ......"

The door of the medical hall was closed, pushing open the door and walking into the medical hall, Cui Daoning, who was full of sadness, greeted him and said in a low voice to Fang Yuan.

"I heard the bad news yesterday, and when I woke up, Dao Rong was no longer dead, and the doctor said that he died of a heart attack."

After being silent for a while, Cui Daoning said again.

"People can't be resurrected after death, mourn."

Fang Yuan sighed, patted Cui Daoning's shoulder and said.

"You're right, people can't be resurrected after death, I can't delay treating others because Dao Rong died, He Anxia, go and open the door, the business of the hospital has to be opened today!"

Cui Daoning was silent for a while, then rolled up his sleeves and turned around and walked into the front cabinet.

He Anxia, who was honestly following behind the master, hurriedly followed, Fang Yuan looked at them and smiled suddenly, followed by the medicine in his hand, and walked into the backyard leisurely.

"By the way, give some of these dates to Mr. Fang, moisten your mouth."

Cui Daoning, who was busy seizing the last time of the day, suddenly remembered something, took out a basket of dates from behind the cabinet, handed it to He Anxia and said.

"Oh good."

He Anxia took the sweet jujube and walked behind the door, and when he saw Fang Yuan washing the medicine jar, he put the jujube next to the place where he burned the medicine jar.

"Mr. Fang, this is given to you by the master, saying that it is to moisten your mouth."

"Oh, good."

Fang Yuan nodded and smiled at He Anxia.

Seeing Fang Yuan's smile, He Anxia also smiled honestly, and followed him into the medical hall.

"Master, I see that Mr. Fang is in such good health, why do you drink medicine every day?"

Walking to the counter, He Anxia looked at Fang Yuan's figure and turned his head to Cui Daoning and asked curiously.

"A person who practices martial arts hone his qi and blood, and he drinks medicine to strengthen himself."

Cui Daoning smiled, took out a small basket full of dates, and handed it to He Anxia.

He Anxia took the jujube and stuffed it into his mouth.

"Hey, this date is so sweet!"

"That's, just picked from the mountain, eat it."

Cui Daoning smiled, twisted one himself, and stuffed it into his mouth.

This side is slowly preparing for today's business, and Fang Yuan is also continuing to boil his own medicine, and at the same time, he also tried it with a silver needle, and after making sure that it was a normal jujube without ingredients, he ate it one by one.

"I'm really stunned, Cui Daoning knows that I am doing this for him, how can he attack me?"

With a chuckle, Fang Yuan took out the match ashes and continued to boil the medicine.

After an hour passed, Fang Yuan said hello to the master and apprentice with the medicine, returned home, and continued to practice.

Time passed in a flicker of penance, and on this day, a cleanly dressed man suddenly knocked on Fang Yuan's door.

"Who?"

"Mr. Li, that big disciple of Zhao, came out of the Daoning Medical Center and bought the altar of medicinal wine."

The man standing outside the door lowered his body and whispered.

"Squeak......

The door was opened instantly, and Fang Yuan, who was dressed in a Taoist robe, walked out.

"Did you really buy medicinal wine?"

"Really bought!"

"Where are you going?"

"Out of town!"

Listening to the news reported by the man, Fang Yuan thought for a while, took out a bundle of ocean wrapped in paper, and handed it to him.

"Take this money, do some business, life is not easy."

The lean man took the bundle of oceans handed over by Fang Yuan, gritted his teeth, and suddenly knelt down.

"I, Zhao San, have thanked Mr. Fang for my brother and me, but my toddler suddenly had a high fever that doesn't go away, you ......"

"There's no need to do this, take this money to clean up at home, buy a few clothes for your wife and children, wash your body, and just bring the child over directly."

Stopping the man's words and continuing, Fang Yuan waved his hand and said indifferently.

"Thank you, Mr. Fang, thank you, Mr. Fang, I'm going to bring my kid over, I'm going to ......"

Zhao San kowtowed two more excitedly, and as a result, Fang Yuan handed over six or seven oceans and left in a hurry.

Fang Yuan glanced at it, returned to the room, took out the long knife he had originally bought last year, and with a slight force, the long knife was unsheathed in an instant.

"Qiang ......"

Shining on the blade of the knife in the light, there is not a trace of gap, flicking it with his fingers, clanging sound, still tough and sharp!

After two glances, he inserted the knife into the scabbard satisfactorily, took out a dart in his hand, flicked it lightly, and flew out through the window accurately, and his strong eyes clearly saw a fly flying in the courtyard being nailed to the tree.

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