The old medicine man hurriedly pressed Ram Chen's wrist to check his pulse, and when he was completely sure that he had not injured the meridians, the old medicine man breathed a sigh of relief and his movements slowed down.

He took out a silver needle from the medicine box, and began to slowly probe and look through the wound from the bottom up, and the old medicine man's faint eyes were almost attached to the arm of the ram.

Ram Chen could even feel the old man's breathing, snorting, and the touch of his beard, which was itchy and uncomfortable.

His goosebumps trembled, and the young man quickly closed his eyes and silently recited the sword heart recipe in his heart.

In the sound of music and dance, when the old pharmacist slowly peeled off the wound, he was shocked to find that his young master had sunk into the sound of music and dance!

The old medicine master thought with admiration: "I'm afraid that only a person with an inhuman will like the young master can cross that line of death. ”

According to the diagnosis of many pharmacists in the Pharmacist Academy, the young master will definitely not live for a month, and there are many pharmacists in him, but now, the young master is not only alive and well, but also alive and vigorous, not to mention singing and dancing every day, and also lifting a sword to kill people every interval.

While the old pharmacist was examining the wound, Qiu Ju walked in with the restaurant maid who had been waiting for a long time, and now it was already past breakfast.

Hearing the sound of footsteps, Ram Chen opened his eyes, and he beckoned to Qiu Ju.

Qiu Ju led people to the top floor, and the nine little guys removed the insulation charm at the same time, and Qiu Ju began to try them one by one.

In a moment, three dishes, a pot of crab roe porridge were chosen.

The dishes were laid out, and the porridge was served in a bowl.

Ram Chen waved his hand, and Qiu Ju led people to start serving food to the guests below, serving porridge.

The aroma of vegetables and meat spread instantly, and Ram Chen had a smile on his face, hungry.

He breathes and drinks porridge and eats vegetables.

The old pharmacist was already stunned, stunned by the extravagance of his young master, twenty-four dishes, six pots of porridge, and a special person to try it, and he was a picky eater, and it was just a picky eater, or someone else helped him to be picky eater.

What's even more incredible is that he doesn't even use his hands to eat, sucks with his mouth, and rolls with air, which is far beyond the imagination of the old man.

"You haven't had breakfast yet?"

The old pharmacist came back to his senses for a long time and replied, "Use ...... Used it. ”

The vultures ran up to add porridge to the ram.

The old pharmacist's mouth twitched again, such a young child is more sensible, and the young master is lazy and bizarre.

Gong Yang Chen bowl after bowl, there was no bowl of porridge left, and the three dishes were also eaten clean.

The old pharmacist added to his heart that it was delicious and lazy.

After Ram Chen finished eating, he turned his head and asked, "How?"

The old pharmacist is not slow, so many wounds, and the effort of a meal has been turned over by him one by one.

The old pharmacist bowed and replied: "The young master has good swordsmanship, although there are many wounds, none of them hurt the meridians, they are all flesh and skin wounds. ”

Ram Chen's eyelids jumped, and he was stimulated by the old pharmacist's 'Young Master's swordsmanship', and his swordsmanship would still hurt like this, is this a compliment to him, or is it sarcastic about him?

The old pharmacist saw that Ram Chen's eyelids were trembling violently, and hurriedly asked, "Young master, did you hurt your eyes?"

Ram Chen's eyes widened vigorously and glared at the old medicine master fiercely.

The old medicine man still approached unconsciously, and reached out to look at the ram Chen's eyes.

Ram Chen was finally defeated, and he shouted weakly to stop: "Stop, my eyes are not injured, what should I do with these sword wounds on my arms?"

The old pharmacist's outstretched hand froze, and then the old man withdrew his hand curtly, pondered for a moment, and said, "I'll go back and prescribe a few pairs of qi and blood nourishing medicines to the young master, the young master is young and strong, and he can make up for it in a few days, no hindrance...... No ......"

Ram Chen looked at his arm that was constantly oozing blood, and suggested, "Old pharmacist, do you need to help me stop the bleeding first, and then bandage the wound!"

"No, now that the weather is getting colder, it's not easy to wrap up, and it's easy to suppurate. The old pharmacist said confidently.

"That's it, the blood is still flowing!"

Ram Chen said questioningly.

The old pharmacist lowered his head to pack up the medicine box, and said without raising his head: "Don't worry, it won't flow after a while, the bleeding has stopped, and the wound has been opened by me again." ”

Ram Chen's eyes widened, and he asked with murderous intent: "So, you didn't do anything, and let me shed so much blood in vain?"

The old pharmacist was rushed with murderous intent, his old face turned white, and he said with some fear: "The young master is angry, I will wrap it up for you, and I will wrap it up for you!"

"Is it better to wrap it or not?"

Ram Chen asked through gritted teeth.

"Both...... All...... All right, young master, do you want to pack it or not?"

The old medicine man trembled with fright, and he asked cautiously.

Ram Chen laughed angrily, and he waved his hand in disgust.

"Yes, yes, or not, I'll say no, I'll go back and prescribe medicine to you, let's go!"

The old pharmacist took two steps and disappeared quickly.

The vultures were stunned from the sidelines, and he was a little suspicious that this old pharmacist was the black pharmacist in the mouth of Mr. Yao.

"Young master, it's okay, what do you think this is?"

The vultures grinned and pulled out a white porcelain vase nearly four inches high.

"What is it?" asked Ram Chen.

The vultures replied with a smile: "No trace, Mr. Yao gave it to me before the retreat, and he said that you must be able to use it!"

Ram Chen was speechless for a while, and he thought of the old man's look of gazed face after he came out of the customs and learned that he was really injured.

He straightened his right arm.

The vultures began to medicate their master.

The cold, comfortable sensation began to spread down the arm.

Ram Chen was relieved for a while, and secretly praised in his heart, it was indeed produced by Yaojun, and it was not comparable to these quacks.

He closed his eyes and began to think about the sword, the sword he lost.

That sword is an extremely crucial sword, the turning point of victory and defeat, if he can't figure it out, then, no matter how many times he compares, he will miss.

This time he was lucky to maintain an undefeated streak, just like Mo Yan said, this time he was lucky, but what about next time?

So he had to figure out where he was defeated.

How fast does he draw his sword?

Not slow at all.

The angle of the sword?

There is no mistake.

The right head of the sword?

Without the slightest error.

How many swords came out?

About six hundred.

Which set of swordsmanship?

Aoyama Sword.

Which one?

In the first type, Aoyama is still the same.

"Qingshan is still the same?" Ram Chen began to think carefully, "Qingshan is still the general style of the Qingshan sword, extremely rigorous, this style of sword he has practiced since he was a child, and he will not make a mistake with his eyes closed......"

Why is this the case?

It doesn't make sense.

Why is the sword drop point deflected by the black sword?

How did Mo Yan guess it?

......

Peel back the cocoon, find the problems one by one, think slowly, analyze carefully, and be meticulous.

Like his sword, it is fine and dense, neat and neat, not seeking lofty artistic conception, only seeking fine and leakage.

He didn't know how long he thought about it, the time should not be short, and when he opened his eyes, his entire arm was wrapped in light yarn, breathable and soft, as if there was nothing.

The table had been cleaned up, and there were two plates of snacks, a plate of fruit, and a pot of spirit wine.

Meimei took a sip of the spirit wine.

Ram Chen got up and walked over to Chen Mo and them, he had a question to ask.