Tonight, the wind is like a knife, and the snow rises with the wind. When the full moon is in the sky, the silver glow is sprinkled on the ground.

Taishi, which is less than 100 kilometers away from Yuncheng, has almost fallen into traffic paralysis due to continuous snowfall in the past few days. A silver Audi A6 drove slowly through the street and into an alley, stopping at the gate of a compound.

As soon as the cab door opened, a young man walked down, he hurried to the back, pulled the car door, put one hand on the door frame, and whispered, "Master, we have arrived!"

Yang Zhong, who was dressed in a black Tang suit, got out of the car, he looked at the vermilion lacquered wooden door in front of him, and said, "Xiaocheng, wait for me in the car!"

The young man named Xiaocheng is Yang Zhong's personal disciple, and his only successor to the mantle, the head of the next generation of the Dixian Sect. Xiaocheng stretched out his hand to hold Yang Zhong's arm, and said in a concerned tone: "Master, let me carry you in, you hurt ......."

Yang Zhong waved his hand and said, "Don't get in the way, don't get in the way, just wait in the car, turn on the air conditioner, don't catch a cold!" He walked through the snow to the gate and raised his hand to ring the doorbell.

A moment later, the sound of creaking snow was heard, and a middle-aged woman's voice asked behind the door, "Who is this in the middle of the night?"

Yang Zhongqing coughed and said, "Sister-in-law, I'll come and see the eldest brother!"

The woman sighed: "Mr. Yang, wait a minute, I'll open the door for you!"

The door creaked and slowly opened, and Yang Zhong shook off his shirt and stepped across the threshold.

"Ah, Mr. Yang, what is this, what's wrong?" the woman asked in surprise when she noticed that Yang Zhong was missing an arm, and there was a strong smell of medicine on his body.

The middle-aged woman in front of her is not tall and slightly fat, but she can see the charm that the years can't hide, and she must have been very beautiful when she was young. Yang Zhong bowed slightly to her and said, "If you have a little injury, your sister-in-law doesn't have to worry about it." ”

At this time, the middle-aged woman suddenly realized that no wonder she came in the middle of the night, it turned out that she was injured, and immediately stopped greeting, turned around and closed the door, and led Yang Zhong to walk inside.

Passing through the blue-brick courtyard, I saw a few snow-covered bungalows nestled under a few pomegranate trees. Northerners have the habit of raising pomegranate trees in their yards, which means having many children and grandchildren. There is also a saying that mulberry is not planted in the front, and willows are not planted in the back.

When the two came to the main hall, they saw an old man with black hair and strong spirits sitting on the sour branch wood Taishi chair opposite. The old man looked like he was in his fifties at most, but in fact he was already in his prime.

Seeing Yang Zhong enter the door, the old man slowly got up to greet him. The two exchanged a few words, and the old man looked at Yang Zhong's broken arm, and changed the topic and said, "Brother Yang, what kind of injury is this?"

Yang Zhong smiled, and said with a little annoyance in his tone: "Knife wound!"

The old man twisted his beard under his chin and said, "I often hear people say that there is a treasure armor in the Dixian Gate that is invulnerable, and the elder brother must have been careless when he was injured by a knife and didn't wear that treasure armor, right? Come to the consultation room, I'll see how the injury is, if the meridians are not damaged, maybe it can be recovered." ”

Yang Zhong couldn't hide the joy on his face, he was missing an arm and couldn't shake it, so he had to get up and bow slightly, and said, "Thank you big brother for bothering! If you can recover as before, the little brother will definitely be rewarded!"

The old man led the way through the side door, walked to the inner room, and said, "What's the matter, you and I have been friends for many years, and we are too outside!"

For ordinary people, a severed limb must not last more than 24 hours, and there must be a severed arm. But the people in the Xuanmen have their own secret ways, and they don't have to stick to the common sense of modern medicine.

The inner room is divided into two rooms by a cloth curtain, and there are a few bars against the wall filled with all kinds of bottles and jars, exuding a strong medicinal fragrance. A table is placed in the middle, and two chairs are divided into left and right. The old man sat on the right side and motioned for Yang Zhong to sit down as well.

Other people use three fingers to place the Neiguan acupoint between the two large tendons below the horizontal stripe of the patient's wrist, respectively inch, guan, ruler, and three pulses. But the old man's way of calling the pulse is very unique, and he used his entire palm to stick it to the Baihui acupoint on the top of Yang Zhong's head. This method is called the meridian vein, which is a kind of meridian flow injection acupoint opening method.

The old man adjusted his breathing, closed his eyes slightly, and pressed his palms close to Yangzhong Baihui acupoints. In the eyes of outsiders, it seems that the elders caress the younger generations, which is very rude. But Yang Zhong didn't have any objections, and suddenly he felt a hot current pouring into the meridians from the Baihui acupoint, and he couldn't help but shake his whole body, and secretly sighed Luo Mingjun, an old horseman, whose skills were getting deeper and deeper.

In an instant, the old man Luo Mingjun's true qi circulated in the Yangzhong meridians for a week. He frowned, withdrew his arms, and closed his eyes in silence.

Yang Zhong's heart hung up, although there was another purpose for coming this time, but no one wanted to be a cripple, whether he could break his arm and continue, it all depended on the golden words of the person in front of him. He couldn't help but ask, "Big brother, I, my arm ......"

Luo Mingjun opened his eyes and showed a gleam, and said, "Open the bandage, I'll take a look." ”

"Xiaoli, Xiaoli, come here and help!" Luo Mingjun shouted outside the house.

The middle-aged woman just now heard the voice, her name was Liu Li, and she was Luo Mingjun's third wife and assistant.

Liu Li put on a pair of latex gloves and helped Yang Zhong, who had taken off his long shirt, unbandage. As strips of cloth and bandages fell, shocking wounds were revealed. The blood was crusted and the flesh was constricted, as if it were a pig's leg that had just been removed from the elbow of the slaughterhouse.

Luo Mingjun, who is already seventy years old, is not dazzled or deaf due to his perennial cultivation, so he looks carefully on Yangzhong's shoulder. I saw that the wound was broken, smooth as a mirror, and you can imagine how clean and neat this knife is

"Wrap it up first!" Luo Mingjun helped Liu Li and re-bandaged the wound. After glancing at it, Yang Zhong, who was full of hope, said, "Brother Yang, is it convenient to tell me how you were injured?"

This sentence is in Yang Zhong's heart, even if Luo Mingjun doesn't ask, Yang Zhong plans to find a topic to tell Ximen Jing and Zhidao about it, this is the main purpose of his trip - to kill people with a knife!

Yang Zhong talked endlessly, and said the process of being injured by the person who hid the grievances of the master, which inevitably added oil and vinegar, and exaggerated the power of the knife.

Luo Mingjun's Gujing Bubo's face suddenly changed, his eyes were shining, and he blurted out: "There is still a machine spirit in the contemporary era, and it was obtained by a hairy boy, it's a bit unbelievable, this kid is the ancestral tomb is smoking, how much luck is there!"

Yang Zhong echoed: "It's not that there is no owner of the gods, there should be virtuous people living in them, why should a hairy boy hold this kind of gods, it is simply a tyrannical thing!"

Luo Mingjun realized that he had lost his temper, and hurriedly changed the topic and said: "Brother Yang, I'm afraid that your injury will not bear fruit for a day or two, and the external injury is still secondary, the key is that your hands are less yang gallbladder meridian, lung meridian, and heart meridian, all of which have been damaged by knife qi, I need to think carefully about how to treat you, how about you stay at home for a few days?

At this time, in Cloud City, which was hundreds of miles away, Ximen Jing had just poked his head into the crack in the door.