knocked Jing Dahai on a bamboo bar for no reason, can you get it, and put it aside first, just let Jing Dahai, who has always been above the top, dare to be angry and dare not speak, this feeling makes Jing Sanhu happy.

Jing Sanhu took a turn around his small courtyard with his hands behind his back, ignoring the eyes of the people in Jingmen who were about to breathe fire, and talked for a long time like a supervisor, and then went back to the post house with his hands behind his back, humming a small song, and leisurely.

Seeing her man's absurd singing, Ni Yulan was surprised. She and Jing Sanhu have been married for so many years, and it is rare to see Jing Sanhu so happy, and it is even more rare to listen to him sing. Jing Sanhu used to be a very beautiful person, but now he is so miserable, how can he be in the mood to sing.

"What's the matter, so happy?"

The more Jing Sanhu thought about it, the happier he became, pretending to be mysteriously attached to Ni Yulan's ear, and told him what happened to Jing Dahai just now.

Ni Yulan raised her eyebrows: "In this way, at least the master of the Shengmen Sect, Emperor Fu Yuan, can't cure Shi Dalong's illness." ”

Jing Sanhu's half-white eyebrows lifted: "Master's medical skills, how can they be compared to Huangfu's Yuantu?" I said Yulan, you have to practice hard, I can wait for you to upgrade for me to break through the realm and help me grow again." ”

"Look at your urgency. Ni Yulan glanced at Jing Sanhu affectionately and went to take care of her own business.

However, Ni Yulan's mood was as excited as Jing Sanhu. Yesterday, she helped Shi Yuling to apply needles, and after the needles were applied, Shi Yuling was promoted to a higher level, which made her feel the magic of Wuji's medical skills. This morning, Wuji personally applied needles to her friend Du Yu, and in half a day, Du Yu was promoted to the fourth level in a row, which made her see the power of this acupuncture.

If she has the strength of Wuji, it is completely possible for Jing Sanhu to ascend to the level and break through the realm and be reborn from the broken wall.

Not only that, she has mastered such a magical medical skill, even the master of the Shengmen Sect, Huangfu Yuantu, is beyond her reach, even if she leaves Wuji in the future, she can also gain a foothold in Xianyang with this medical skill.

How many doctors in Xianyang can use acupuncture to make people rise to the next level? At least Ni Yulan has never heard of it.

This is a new trick, and it is delicious.

The more Ni Yulan thought about it, the happier she became, and the more she thought about it, the more she felt that her daughter had hit a big luck, and she didn't steal anything, but she stole a great fortune.

It would be better if you could change the status of a squire into a concubine. Although the attendant is a self-evident maid, the concubine has one more name after all, which is stronger than the maid without a name.

Ni Yulan is very practical, she doesn't dare to expect Jing Xiaoyang to become the master's wife and be a concubine, she already feels a little insatiable.

Ni Yulan quietly told Jing Xiaoyang her thoughts, Jing Xiaoyang was so ashamed that her face was flushed, and she was coquettish again and again. She can't ask for it, but she is a young girl in the flower season, and she still has romantic dreams in her heart that others are pursuing, can she tear off her face, put down her body, and take the initiative to seduce the master?

Jing Xiaoyang, who was enthusiastic and heartbeat, leaned on the railing and glanced at Wuji's room from time to time, hoping that Wuji would occasionally go out and have a premeditated coincidence.

It's a pity that Mowgli never gave her this opportunity.

Wuji has been locking himself in his room, except for eating, which is to meditate.

Xianyang's vitality was too thin, and the quality of meditation was too poor, so he could only use time to make up for the lack of quality.

Consciously or unconsciously, he is also struggling with his own heart.

Meditation is not only to absorb the vitality of heaven and earth, but also to exercise the mind. Sitting motionless for several hours, or even a night, is not something that ordinary people can do.

This requires a strong self-control and psychological adjustment ability, and only in this way can we eliminate all kinds of distractions, concentrate our energy, and complete tasks that are usually difficult to complete.

In his previous life, Wuji was a person with strong self-control, but let him do nothing, just sit like this, sit for a long time, and he can't do it either. He had to have a specific business in order to show tenacity like no other.

Now, he doesn't have any information at hand, all of it is in his head, which can only be obtained by meditating. It's also a big challenge for him.

In the middle of this, only Jing Sanhu reported to him the progress of the restoration of the small courtyard.

In this regard, Wuji is not surprised, his acupoint technique is not unusual, the only thing that is strange is that he uses a qi needle, which points to the acupuncture points on smaller veins, and if the person who solves the acupuncture point cannot use the qi acupuncture skillfully, he will not be able to unlock the acupuncture points he seals.

There are not many people who can use qi needles, and as the great master of the Heavenly Academy, the realm of qi needles is not necessarily higher than him, let alone others.

He used such a method to rectify Shi Dalong, and the purpose of rectifying Ying Dadang was the same, he wanted to test what level the Xianyang medical world was.

The art of medicine seems mysterious, but it actually depends on the realm and the means derived from it. With the Yiyan and Qi Needle, he can view the entire meridian system anytime and anywhere, and can choose the location of the operation at will.

Even if someone can cure Shi Dalong, he can use the Yi Needle to do it again, as long as he is bullied in front of Shi Dalong.

The reason why I didn't have a direct intention was that I didn't want to expose all the hole cards so quickly.

Of course, with the thinness of Xianyang's vitality, if he wants to use the needle, he must have enough time to brew, and he can't do it like the Purple Moon Forest.

Suddenly, Wuji missed the Purple Moon Forest a little.

Mowgli rested for a moment, took out the blade, and fiddled with it between his fingers.

The blade flutters like a silver butterfly.

......

Shifu.

Four strong men in green clothes carefully carried Shi Dalong and put him on the carriage. Twenty strong men with fierce expressions stood aside, with a little loss and confusion in their cold eyes.

The head of the strange doctor Hua family is not there, no one can solve Shi Dalong's acupoint, the three-day deadline is approaching, Shi Dalong doesn't dare to joke with his life, so he has to swallow his anger and bow his head to Wuji.

The door of death is based on the purpose of seeing death as home, death does not spin the heel, and it is precisely because the people under the door are not afraid of death that the door of death can become a non-negligible existence in the dark eight gates, nominally the door of the door is the head of the dark eight gates, in fact, the door of death is the pillar of the dark eight gates.

Problems that cannot be solved by the other seven doors are usually solved by the dead door in the end. Just as Jing Dahai couldn't solve Jing Sanhu's family of three, he had to ask Shi Dalong to solve Wuji.

However, now that Shi Dalong was plotted by Wuji, not only did he not fight back and fight to the death, but because he was afraid of death, he wanted to wag his tail and beg for mercy from Wuji. How can such a person lead the door of death, without the morale of seeing death as home, can the door of death still be called the door of death?

The door to death is dead.

Shi Dalong closed his eyes and said nothing. He wasn't in pain, he wasn't in pain at all, he just didn't feel sensation in half of his body. But he didn't dare to open his eyes, and he didn't dare to see those eyes that were originally firm, but now they were a little scattered.

He knew that once his carriage drove out of the gate, he would no longer be the master of the door in the hearts of these dead soldiers. The hearts of the people at the door of death will be scattered, and the decline of the door of death is inevitable.

At this moment, he should not go to Wuji for treatment, but should take advantage of the fact that he still has three days to deploy a counterattack, catch Wuji in front of him, force him to solve his acupoint, and then kill him, or, die together.

That's the way Death's Door should be.

But Shi Dalong couldn't do it. Not only did he not see death as his home, but he didn't even dare to take the risk of leaving sequelae.

He wasn't a qualified dead man in the first place.

Shi Dalong raised his head and prepared to go.

An old servant hurriedly walked out, stopped the carriage, and whispered a few words in Shi Dalong's ear.

Shi Dalong's eyes opened, and he shouted, "Really?"

The old servant nodded vigorously.

Shi Dalong was surprised and delighted, and then calmed down again, with a stern face and no smile. "Carry me back!"

The four strong men didn't dare to slack off, and immediately carried Shi Dalong out of the carriage and back to the inner room.

The dead men were puzzled and looked at each other with blank expressions.

In the inner room, a tall figure stood. He wore a black cloak with a hood, reaching to the ground, enveloping him all over his body.

With the support of the old servant, Shi Dalong laboriously knelt down in front of the figure.

"You should know that you're already dead. The visitor slowly turned around and lowered his hood, revealing a slender face with clear lines and wrinkles, eagle-like eyes, overlooking the momentum of all beings.

"Yes. Shi Dalong lowered his head, sweating like pulp. Under the pressure of the momentum of the comer, he, the master of the Dead Gate, didn't even have the courage to look at him and each other, and was completely suppressed.

"If you owe me a life, you will pay me back. The person came and said unhurriedly, "Do you know who it is?"

"Know, know, thief Mowgli. ”

"Good. The person who came flipped his hand and waved it lightly, and a thin golden ticket slowly flew in front of Shi Dalong, as if there was an invisible hand holding it. "The five major money villages in Xianyang can be exchanged at any time. ”

Shi Dalong didn't even dare to come out.

He held in his hand a golden ticket that could be exchanged for huàn gold in the Five Great Money Houses, although it was only a thin piece of paper, it was heavier than a mountain.

As the owner of the Death Gate, he knew how many dead soldiers were lurking next to his residence, and what was it for this person to sneak into his bedroom silently in broad daylight, and take his life? This golden ticket is not only Wuji's life, but also his Shi Dalong's life.

If you can't kill Wuji, then this daughter will buy his Shi Dalong's head. From now on, the door of death is no longer the door of death for him Shi Dalong, but the door of death for this person, and even he himself will become a chess piece in the hands of this person.

And he didn't even know who this man was.

If the Death Gate Liedai Sect Master had a spirit in the sky, would he be so angry that he would blow up his corpse?

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