Meng Yao looked at the expression of the Ling family master, and his brows furrowed.

It's not that she can't fight with him, it's just that it's really troublesome, their Ling family's talent is really not good, and in the next five generations, there will be no genius in Chinese medicine.

But they themselves do not believe in evil......

"I'll draw that set of stitches, it's up to you whether you can understand it or not." Gu Ning's voice interrupted Meng Yao's thoughts, and Meng Yao looked up.

Gu Ning didn't know when and where she was standing, and seemed to hear their conversation.

The Ling family master saw Gu Ning's pupils shrink, and after reacting to what she said, he turned his head a little weakly.

Anyone who hears someone restricting their free emotions will fluctuate a little, but Gu Ning seems to be born with this nerve.

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She walked over, glanced at Meng Yao, and rarely explained: "I see that you haven't come over for a long time, so come over to see what's going on." ”

Meng Yao raised her eyebrows: "Since you heard it, and you also said that you would draw the stitch method to them, then I have nothing to say, what does the Ling family master mean?" ”

"I think the Ling family master can agree, Ling Lao didn't prepare it for you, and now that Gu Ning is willing to draw it for you, you don't have any reason to want Gu Ning to stay, right?"

The head of the Ling family glanced at Meng Yao, and then at Gu Ning, knowing in his heart that this was already the best result, if their family really went to fight with the two families of Shenchen because of one Gu Ning, it would really be a big loss.

His goal has been achieved, he has already obtained the stitch, but it is a pity that he can't let Gu Ning teach the juniors in the family in person.

But you can't be too greedy.

After the Ling family master thought about this matter clearly, he looked up at Meng Yao: "Then so be it, Gu Ning is also Ling Lao's apprentice, we still have to respect her choice." ”

A touch of contempt crossed the depths of Meng Yao's eyes, people, they are all good, and this beautiful word will be said.

Gu Ning is still like that, even her eyes are Gu Jing Wubo, as if to her, everyone is a walking radish, and there is no difference.

It's not worth her emotions.

The head of the Ling family asked someone to bring a pen and paper, Gu Ning glanced at it and said, "I want a brush." ”

The head of the Ling family was stunned for a moment, and then asked people to find a brush and ink, Meng Yao curiously leaned over to see Gu Ning drawing the major acupuncture points of the human body on the paper with a brush, and then connected the steps of the acupuncture method of that set of acupuncture, and then began to write annotations on the side.

The head of the Ling family was standing in the distance, and he didn't stop Meng Yao from looking at them, this set of needles was not something that could be memorized by looking at it.

Otherwise, Ling Lao would not have said that he couldn't learn without talent, and insisted on not teaching it to the juniors of the Ling family.

Meng Yao looked at the words written by Gu Ning on the side, which turned out to be an ancient text she didn't know, and asked her in a low voice, "Are you sure they can understand this character when you write this character?" ”

Gu Ning's hand paused: "But I can only write this character, this is what the man taught me, the master taught me to write and recognize, but I haven't learned it for long, I can almost know it, but I can't write yet." ”

Meng Yao twitched the corners of her mouth and asked with some curiosity, "Why did that man teach you ancient Chinese?" ”

"Maybe it's because it's the words of his era, he speaks in the words of that era, and I learned from him when I speak, so many people don't know what I mean when I come out later."