Fang Ling said with a smile: "It is said that the price of Renxintang is the fairest, this is really the case, I hope to cooperate with the shopkeeper in the future." ”

The shopkeeper Hu put on a smile and said: "Sincerity and fairness are the motto given by our old shopkeeper, and it goes without saying that the head office has never done anything to deceive customers." ”

Fang Ling nodded, and was not in a hurry to leave, but talked with Shopkeeper Hu for a while, and asked about the prices of some other medicinal materials, Shopkeeper Hu naturally had to answer all questions, as for the money from selling medicinal materials, in addition to most of the silver tickets, a small part was exchanged for silver. From the conversation, he also learned that the fat shopkeeper was called Hu Dahai.

When he came out of the Renxin Hall branch, it was past noon, and Fang Ling returned to a remote alley near the south gate.

He took out the eunuch palace clothes hidden here, and was about to change them on, but the dagger accidentally fell from his waist and fell not far away.

When Fang Ling was about to pick it up, he found that the little white dog who had fed the buns in the morning was still following him, and at this time it was wagging its tail vigorously, with a very cute expression.

Fang Ling couldn't help laughing, this little guy really knew how to recognize the master, so he fed it half a bun, and estimated that he followed him all morning.

He squatted down and hooked his finger at the little white dog, and the little white dog ran over happily, but its right leg was obviously a little lame when it ran.

Fang Ling picked it up, stretched out his hand to check its right foot, and found that there was a small cut on the sole of the foot that had been cut by a sharp object, and the blood stains on it had already coagulated.

Just as Fang Ling was holding the paw of the little white dog with his right hand, a warm feeling rose from the palm of his hand, and the strange lines on his palm began to slowly rotate.

At this time, the lines on the dagger in the sunlight also began to rotate, and an invisible solar fire was transmitted from the dagger and drilled into the palm of the hand.

As the fire intensified, the lines on the palms began to float, and then drilled into the dog's feet like threads.

Fang Ling was surprised, but he soon knew what was happening, although his eyes could not see the lines that had penetrated into the dog's paws, but he clearly felt that those lines were swirling on the wound, as if invisible needles and threads were beginning to stitch up the wound.

The sun fire absorbed by the dagger continued to pass into Fang Ling's palm, and the puppy seemed to feel a comfortable feeling from the wound, and actually squinted his eyes to enjoy it.

I don't know how long it took, but the wounds on the dog's paws miraculously closed together.

Fang Ling sat on the ground as if he had fought a big battle, panting heavily, the light on the dagger gradually lost, and the sun fire energy returned to his palm along the lines, and entered deeper into his body along the meridians.

The little white dog fell to the ground, and seemed to be surprised that the wound was not painful, and spun around happily, sticking out his tongue and licking Fang Ling's palm.

Fang Ling smiled reluctantly, but his heart stayed in the shock just now, this immortal technique can not only fuse medicinal materials, but also heal wounds? What kind of weird immortal technique is this, and what is the origin of this dagger.