Demon Suppression Division, Medical Workshop.

About 30 attics were lined up in sequence, and the lieutenants were all wounded.

A plain bamboo house is crowded inside, which is quite dazzling.

Occasionally, there are figures stepping in, all of them are draped in black coats, which is a symbol of the general.

The exception was the stout youth, who did not even wear a garment, but only a plain gown.

He hung his right arm and pushed open the small door with his left hand.

Towards the white-clothed Shengxue inside, the person sitting at the back of the low table, respectfully shouted, "Senior Brother Bai." ”

"Can you not come to me with a bitter face every day."

The young man who was called Senior Brother Bai had a face like a crown of jade, two strands of sideburns hanging down, and a pair of clean palms quickly counted a plate of fragrant medicinal herbs.

He didn't raise his eyes, and said lightly: "Put your arm up." ”

Fang Heng honestly sat down cross-legged and raised his right arm on the low table.

Senior Brother Bai took out a few cow hair needles, stabbed them without looking, and then continued to sort out the treasure medicine: "Bear with it, it's almost over after today." ”

Fang Heng buried his head, his eyes were blank.

The broad back is like a bear.

The sharp pain of mending the veins can make the battle-hardened captain grit his teeth, but it can't move him.

"No need to worry."

Senior Brother Bai pushed the medicinal herbs back into the cabinet, and finally raised his head and said, "The other party is not heavy, so there will be no sequelae." ”

"Thank you, brother."

Fang Heng came back to his senses, his mind was obviously not on his arm, but he didn't explain too much.

At this time, the two walked into the bamboo house softly with clay pots, and nodded respectfully to the white-clothed senior brother.

Bai Ziming, the third disciple of the general soldier, served as a partial general in the Demon Suppression Division, and was successfully cultivated in the Jade Liquid Realm more than 30 years ago.

In addition to this, he is also the best physician in the Demon Suppression Division.

"Go ahead."

Bai Ziming nodded his chin gently and motioned for the two to enter the inner room.

In an instant, he suddenly found that the corner of his junior brother's eyes twitched, and then his strong body suddenly stood up, turned around and grabbed the wrist of one of them, and his voice contained a chill: "Why are you here?" ”

Gazed upon by those piercing eyes, it was as if he had been targeted by some fierce beast.

Liu Xiujie and Li Xiaoer's hearts were congested, the crockpot in their hands rattled, and there was a breathless taste in their voices: "Fang ...... Master Fang......"

Before the two of them could finish speaking, Fang Heng ignored the thin needles in his right arm and stepped towards the inner room.

Senior Brother Bai's medical hall has always only received serious injuries that cannot be treated elsewhere in the medical workshop or partial generals, and only Li Xinhan, who is a quasi-partial general, can have this treatment in this group of people.

Sure enough.

As soon as he opened the curtain, Fang Heng saw Li Xinhan who was wrapped into a dumpling on the bed.

His pupils shrunk, his teeth clenched, he strode forward continuously, pulled the other party up suddenly, and said sharply: "What about people? ”

Li Xinhan's face finally recovered some blood, and his face turned pale again, and doubts flashed in his eyes, but he just coldly squeezed out a few words: "Are you sick?" ”

"I ask you ......"

Fang Heng's voice was as low as a thousand jun, his palm suddenly exerted force, and his face was gloomy: "What about people?!" ”

Suddenly, a silver needle shot in, piercing his aperture with unmistakable accuracy.

Under the sour feeling that hit him in an instant, Fang Heng was forced to let go of Li Xinhan, staggered back, stumbled against the wall, and then looked helplessly at the young man outside.

Senior Brother Bai put away the needle box, first waved his hand to signal the angry Liu Xiujie and the two to go out, and then glanced at him lightly: "Come here and talk slowly, who are you looking for?" ”

Fang Heng approached and sat down, and said in a muffled voice, "Shen Yi, I'm afraid that something will happen to him." ”

"Who is Shen Yi?" Bai Ziming retracted his gaze.

The reckless man sighed, starting from Senior Sister Lin, until Shen Yi left the General Military Mansion, no matter how big or small, he said slowly.

"So your arm is folded in his hand?" Bai Ziming smiled interestingly.

"Too careless." Fang Heng closed his eyes, unwilling to bring up this topic again.

"Anyway, you can't look down on him, just go, and look for him to do something." Bai Ziming didn't care very much, Qingzhou was too big, there were countless geniuses, and all kinds of adventures emerged one after another, it was not surprising that he was born with a divine pupil, and he could master the pulse observation method in one day.

"The disciples recommended by the senior sister, it is the master's decision to keep them or not, I don't look down on my business, but I must not exceed the rules." Fang Heng struggled to control his right arm.

"You didn't keep him that day, and Master won't keep him." Bai Ziming smiled faintly and looked thoughtfully at the inner room.

The Demon Suppression Division is not the Demon Suppression Division, the Demon Demon, and the Demon Demon.

However, martial arts, also known as demons, are just a name, and they will be there when they are needed.

The Demon Suppression Division opened the way with a butcher's knife, and then lured it with heavy treasures to gather the children of Qingzhou.

There are the best martial arts and Bao Dan, driving them to slay demons and eliminate demons, consuming the two until a delicate balance is reached.

As for those sect families who are reluctant to send their disciples here, Songhemen is the best example.

Jianghu martial artists are rampant, and what they do is not much worse than demons.

None of the five disciples of the general army are from a family, and the best of them is a merchant who sells silk at most, and the same is true of the demon suppression generals of the twelve counties.

There is no support behind him, he can only rely on the imperial court, and dare to fight to kill demons and suppress demons, which is the most important criterion for the master to accept apprentices.

Talent is still secondary, after all, as long as you are willing to spend resources, unless you are really a genius that is rare in hundreds of years, or you are really a pig brain, you can't open your mind, and it takes decades to learn ordinary martial arts, and everything else is about the same.

"In any case, this decision can't be made by me, and besides, Senior Sister Lin wants to keep him, and it's not all for the sake of recommendation...... If there is a problem in Baiyun County, he must not run around. ”

Fang Heng stood up, pulled out the thin needle on his arm, and arched his hand: "I'm a rough person, and I hope that Senior Brother will teach me." ”

Bai Ziming raised his eyes: "Talk about people and do personnel." ”

Fang Heng paused: "Can you be more detailed?" ”

“……”

Bai Ziming sighed helplessly: "Come to the door to give gifts, bow down and apologize...... Be careful yourself, don't come back to trouble my treasure medicine, you are not a general, the medicine is very expensive, you have to deduct it from me. ”

"I remember, thank you for your teachings."

Fang Heng realized, turned around and walked towards the outside of the bamboo house, looked at the two people who were squatting outside in a daze, and hesitated: "Dare to ask......"

"Dare to ask?" Liu Xiujie stood up.

"Where is Shen Yi?" Fang Heng frowned, not very used to it.

"In-" Liu Xiujie subconsciously pointed out, and then Li Xiaoer grabbed his arm violently.

Damn, it's quite polite, I almost forgot that this is a martial arts madman, and when I fought at the beginning, I almost didn't beat Li Touer to death.

Fang Heng glanced at the two of them lightly, and then walked outside.

An hour later.

The sturdy figure slowly stepped into the courtyard and stood in front of the only closed door.

He thought for a moment and reached out and knocked on the door.

Knock knock.

The one who opened the door was a big-bellied man who was a head taller than him.

Zhang Tuhu rubbed his eyes sleepily, looking at the young man in front of him who was carrying an orange in his left hand and dried meat in his right hand.

A little stunned: "May I ask who you are?" This is...... Relatives? ”

The young man's face was expressionless: "Fang Heng." ”