Chapter Ninety-One: Can You Read the Holy Scriptures?

"I have heard the name of Senior Brother Baichuan for a long time, and his holy art has long been out of the ordinary, and he is the youngest second-grade holy master in Xishan City, and now he is worthy of his reputation at first sight. Luo Ming hugged his fists and greeted him with a smile, of course Luo Ming heard the arrogance in Zhao Baichuan's words clearly, but he also understood that as a holy master, he would be more or less arrogant, and he didn't take it to heart.

"Senior Brother Luo Ming has also been famous recently, he has been undefeated in the war, and his reputation has spread all over Xishan City, and he is also very respected. Zhao Baichuan's attitude was lukewarm, and he clenched his fists and said lightly.

Zhao Baichuan's arrogant attitude towards Luo Ming, Xue Shanwei felt it most clearly, she glanced at Zhao Baichuan, and was about to speak with a slight frown, but at this time, the door creaked and was pushed open from the inside, and a middle-aged man wearing a black shirt who looked like he was about forty or fifty years old came out of the room, it was the city lord of Xishan City, the master of the temple hall, --- Xueshan Tiger.

"Father, is Xiao Yu's injury good or bad?" Xue Shanwei hurriedly greeted him and asked.

"Come in and don't make a noise. Xue Shanhu's gaze swept over the three of them, beckoned, and took the lead in returning to the room, and Xue Shanwei naturally followed closely and followed in the room.

Luo Ming also wanted to follow up, a very unfriendly, slender palm stretched out from the side and stopped in front of him, Luo Ming turned around and saw Zhao Baichuan, who was looking at him coldly, and suddenly smiled slightly: "Senior Brother Baichuan, I don't know what advice?"

Xue Shanwei's father and daughter walked into the room, the sound of footsteps came from a long distance, Zhao Baichuan listened carefully for a while, and when he was sure that the two had entered the inner room, he squinted his eyes and looked at Luo Ming, that gaze, as if looking down on a humble inferior person.

"Senior Brother Luo Ming, although I don't know how you relied to get close to Senior Sister Xue Wei, as a senior brother, there are a few things I must remind you...... Since you have entered Xishan City, I will learn what to do and what not to do, so as not to suffer when I get it, and then blame the senior brother for not reminding you, you remember, stay away from Senior Sister Xue Wei in the future, her talent in holy arts, and the height that she can reach in the temple in the future, are not something that you can touch with a martial artist. As he spoke, Zhao Baichuan glanced at Luo Ming with a soft gaze.

In fact.

What he was annoyed about was not that Luo Ming and Xue Shanwei were close, the two were only half a fist apart from each other, what he was annoyed about was that ---- had always been gentle and elegant, and Senior Sister Xue Wei, who was only focused on holy arts, was often absent-minded after Xiao Yuhou, who had taken in the Tianji Sword Gate in the temple, and ran to the gate of the City Lord's Mansion from time to time to take a look.

At first, Zhao Baichuan didn't care much.

It wasn't until Fang Cai Luo Ming came side by side with Xue Shanwei that he finally determined that Senior Sister Xue Wei's absent-mindedness in the past two days was actually because of Luo Ming, this discovery made the jealousy in his heart instantly swell to the extreme.

He and Xue Shanwei can be described as childhood sweethearts, the two have no guesses, they have grown up together in the temple since they were children, and they have a full sixteen years of relationship, he loves Xue Shanwei, which is a well-known thing in the temple, and it is also considered by outsiders to be the most suitable saint and son.

His Xuewei sister----

How could you ever be so interested in a man?

After finishing speaking, Zhao Baichuan snorted coldly, and then stepped into the room.

Luo Ming slanted his eyes and glanced faintly at his back.

"As a holy teacher, it is okay to be arrogant, but you must not be jealous, this is the most taboo...... This person, in the future, will never exceed the height of the fourth rank in the holy arts. ”

"What's more, at the age of twenty-one, he is only a second-grade saint master, where does this arrogance come from. Luo Ming thought a little helplessly, he was in the Burning Cloud Continent, at the age of twenty-one, whether it was holy power, acupuncture and moxibustion, or his understanding of the holy scriptures, he would have been able to pass the assessment of the third-grade holy master early!!......

The guest rooms of the City Lord's Mansion are not the inner room and the outer room, compared to the outside, the inner room is more clean, and there are few noisy sounds coming in, which is naturally a good place for the mystical people to recuperate and heal.

When Luo Ming stepped into the inner room, he saw Snow Mountain Tiger, Snow Mountain Wei, and Zhao Baichuan gathered in front of a hospital bed, while Senior Brother Xiao Yu was pale and slept with his eyes closed, thinking that it was because he had just been investigated by the Holy Arts, and his body was warm and peaceful.

"Snow Mountain City Lord. Walking into the room, Luo Ming first clasped his fists and saluted.

In Xishan City, in terms of influence, the influence of the Snow Mountain Tiger is even greater than that of the Luoyang Pavilion Lord --- Xia Hongyi, not only because the City Lord's Mansion is directly under the orders of the Great Xia Dynasty, but also because he is a genuine three-grade holy art, and in the entire Xishan City, he has the highest holy art~

"You're here, the voice is quieter, Xiao Yu just fell asleep. Snow Mountain Tiger glanced at Luo Ming, and a gentle smile appeared on his face.

"How is Senior Brother Xiao Yu's injury?" Hearing this, Luo Ming hurriedly asked in a low voice.

"His situation ......" Xueshan Hu frowned slightly, looked at Xiao Yu on the bed carefully, and then sighed and shook his head: "The situation is not good, I just checked, the five-stacked palms of the burning yi were bombarded five times on his jade pillow acupoint, it stands to reason that the acupuncture points on the Xuanmai are by no means easy to be hit hard, but the five-fold palms are different." ”

"Every time the five stacks of palms were bombarded, the power was deepened by one point, and in the end, it directly shook the jade pillow point on the Xuan vein, and the damage to the jade pillow point was maximized. ”

"It really hurt the jade pillow acupoint...... Luo Ming also frowned.

Without waiting for him to speak, Snow Mountain Tiger frowned again and continued: "You don't know anything about holy arts, you don't know anything, the jade pillow acupoint is in the Xuan vein, just like the heart is a vital part of the human body, it is easy to treat other acupuncture points, but it is the jade pillow acupoint......

"Is there a healing scripture?" asked Login.

"That's what I'm struggling with. Snow Mountain Tiger shook his head: "There are indeed holy scriptures, but with my current holy arts, the chance of Xiao Yu being cured is only forty percent, that is to say, after the needle is applied, there is still a sixty percent possibility, and Xiao Yu will completely become a waste person from now on."

"You've come just in time. ”

"Your Daomen master has taken out so many heavenly treasures and personally came to ask me to come to the rescue, I really don't dare to rashly apply needles, for fear that I will be ashamed of him in the end...... I still need you to go back and talk about this matter, and your master agrees before I dare to try to get a needle. Snow Mountain Tiger stared at Luo Ming and said word by word.

Luo Ming had thought that Xiao Yu's injury would be very serious, but he never thought that it would be so serious, every bombardment of the five stacks of palms was accurately bombarded on the jade pillow acupoint, what a coincidence??? what a 'adventure' it needed??? Luo Ming had been a saint for so many years, and it was the first time he had encountered this kind of martial arts problem.

But one thing is certain.

The jade pillow point on Xiao Yu's Xuan vein is really because it was bombarded by a huge Xuan power, and there was a big problem, if it is not solved, Xiao Yu's martial arts talent will probably fall to the bottom from now on!!......

"Snow Mountain City Lord, I don't know if you can let me see your holy scriptures that cure the Jade Pillow Acupoint?" Luo Ming hesitated for a moment before he spoke, although Luo Ming's heart was a little heavy, but for him who was familiar with all kinds of holy scriptures and medical books, it was not a big problem for him to be destroyed.

As far as he knew.

If the healing canon is done properly, and Snow Mountain Tiger is really a third-grade holy master, then the chance of healing is definitely more than forty percent, and he now suspects that the holy canon of the City Lord's Mansion is very likely to be incomplete, or in other words, it may also be another holy canon that he doesn't know about, and the healing effect is not good.

And the so-called holy scriptures, of course, are therapeutic prescriptions~ For example, the prescription for eradicating ice gas spots written by Luo Ming to the Holy Yuan Immortal Palace is actually a holy book with an extraordinary origin.

Before the Snow Mountain Tiger could speak, Zhao Baichuan, who was standing silently next to him, was not happy, he quickly walked out, facing Luo Ming, his face was ugly: "How valuable is a holy book in the temple, especially a high-level holy scripture, it is like the root of life, it will never be easily passed on, once it is leaked, it will definitely be related to the entangled interests of each temple branch, you are an outsider, why should you show it?"

"More importantly----"

"The holy art is so high and profound, you are a martial artist, I'm afraid you can't even understand the fur in it, right? Even if it is given to you, can you understand it?"

Zhao Baichuan's voice with a rich arrogance and disdain slowly sounded in this inner room.