"The seniors can suppress the evil spirits of the whole city with a dark word, and the juniors really admire it, and I want to ask the seniors for advice or two," he bowed again, needless to say in a humble manner.

The old man reached out his thin fingers and held on to the sides of the rocking chair and shook his head, "Old things, old decay has been hidden for decades, and it is ridiculous to think about it now." ”

"Don't mention it, if the young man is here for this matter, then you can go back now," he stretched, a somewhat lazy look on his face.

"Senior humble, if the injury on your left hand can be healed, I'm afraid it's still the sword that is not old," Lin Ming's eyes were vicious, and he saw the injury on the old man's left hand at a glance.

The old man, who was originally calm and composed, also trembled when he heard this, his thin body was like a tree branch breaking and making a clattering sound of bones wearing, he stood up and stood with his hands in his hands, and frowned slightly.

The appearance of the old dragon bell was swept away, and it was replaced by a strong spirit.

Lin Ming was also secretly happy when he saw this, but the Bodhi Bird was surprised: "Lin Shao, how did you see that his left hand was injured on the right hand? ”

"Deliberately covering up is the most suspicious, for example, Fang just took the fan, he could use the most convenient left hand, but deliberately made the right hand that was far away, and then the degree of tilt of his body when he just used his hand to hold the handle of the rocking chair, it is not difficult to see that the right hand is very powerful, and the left hand is almost no strength. ”

"A person whose right hand is stronger than ordinary people is either born with a disability in his left hand or has his left hand disabled, because no monk will make his left and right hand strength unbalanced, which is harmful to his cultivation. ”

After Lin Ming analyzed the Bodhi Bird, he also smashed his mouth unconsciously in retrospect, "Lin Shao, your observation is really delicate, if I am afraid it is far inferior to you." ”

"If you're afraid you won't even be able to enter the door at that time, you temper," Lin Ming shook his head, and the latter laughed a few times, "Yes, where can this bird stand this old guy's ghostly anger." ”

The old man turned around for a while at this moment, "Yes, the young man can see that the injury on the old man's left hand is really good eyesight, if it wasn't for that station, how could I have succumbed to this place, and the eldest husband should be between life and heaven and earth." ”

The word "Eyeball" was majestic and majestic, but the momentum was extremely high, followed by a faint sigh, "But my left hand has become a drag on my life." ”

"It's all old things, and now I think about it, I've long since looked at them indifferently," he said, waving his hand and twisting the teacup on the slate table, a leaf falling into the tea, making a circle of ripples, and the fragrance overflowed.

He just wanted to get into his throat Lin Ming walked quickly and pressed the teacup with one hand, the old man looked at him suspiciously, and Lin Ming finally took out the fallen leaf.

"This leaf insults the fragrance of tea, just take it out, the senior's left arm injury is healed, why bother to give up and settle here," Lin Ming raised his head, but the old man's cloudy eyeballs didn't even bother to move.

"It's useless. ”

"The seniors are just broken meridians, and although the juniors are not ten percent sure that the continuation will be successful, eight or nine percent still have them," he grinned, and he knew best what these eight or nine points meant to the old man.

Over the years, he has been looking for medical advice for several years, but without exception, he has returned empty-handed, and now Lin Ming is boasting that he is eighty or ninety percent sure, how can he not be excited, if it is not for his deep concentration, I am afraid that he will have to step forward and pull Lin Ming to ask.

"Eighty or ninety, the young man is really a big breath, could it be that you are stronger than this Ten Thousand Divine Doctor Holy Hand?"

Although he was excited, there was still distrust, doubt and speculation between his words, but his words seemed to Lin Ming to be a temptation.

"If it doesn't work, what if all these ten pills are given to the seniors?" Lin Ming made a generous move, and with a flip of his palm, five Cultivation Spirit Pills, three Gathering Spirit Pills, and two Blood Clotting Pills were already in the palm of his hand.

They are all medium-grade heaven-grade pills, and even for the elderly, it is a wealth that is difficult to obtain.

Only then did he begin to look more and more squarely at the young man in front of him, first the difference of his aura, then his calm discernment, and then his generous shots, all of which made Lin Ming's identity more and more mysterious in the eyes of the old man.

He couldn't help but turn his head sideways, "I don't want the elixir, I want your life!"

He said word by word, Lin Ming was very surprised, but it was only fleeting, he came back to his senses and immediately laughed a few times, "If my predecessors are rare with my cheap life, I can naturally take it, but I am afraid that he will not dare to accept this Lord of Yama." ”

"I don't dare to accept it, Jin Tai, I want to see what you do," he said, sat down in his chair and then rolled his cuffs to reveal his thin left arm on the slate table.

Lin Ming's face was calm, and there was no trace of turmoil in his heart, although the continuation of the meridians was a subtle technique, but the blame was still mentality.

He took a deep breath and stepped forward, and the Bodhi Bird looked at Lin Ming suspiciously, but the latter gave him a calm look, "If you don't enter the tiger's den, you can get a tiger, believe me." ”

The latter nodded and then vibrated his wings, and the Dao Golden Crow divine power gathered wisps of his Qi Sutra Eight Veins, and his hands clenched with a hum, and the aura enveloped him.

He first stretched out a hand and groped it on the old man's arm, and then suddenly froze at his wrist, "No wonder his left hand has not been able to exert his strength, it turns out that there are three broken meridians here, if it were an ordinary person, I am afraid that his hand would have been abolished a long time ago." ”

He channeled the chaotic power of his chaotic right eye like a cocoon, and slowly entered the old man's wrist under the control of the golden crow's divine power, and these spiritual qi were attached to the broken meridians.

The old man only felt a touch of * at first, and then a chill to his bones, and he was also surprised to see this white aura, but he didn't think much about it.

But after a few breaths, Lin Ming also felt that his body was a little unbearable, and the oppression of the high-intensity input of chaotic power on his body could be imagined, but he still persevered until the end without changing his face.

Communicating the meridians at both ends is the most difficult part of connecting the meridians, which has been broken for decades, and now the gap in the middle is gradually getting bigger, and it is even more difficult to continue it.

However, fortunately, the power of chaos is the ancestor of aura, unpredictable, and it is attached to it, and then it began to evolve under the urging of Lin Ming, and finally outlined the state of the meridians, and the two cyan meridians were connected by the white power of chaos.

It wasn't steady at first, but it didn't take long for it to solidify, and Lin Ming almost stopped and gasped for air.

The old man felt as if his left arm was frozen the whole time, and the more he finally felt that his left hand became more and more uncontrollable, as if it had been broken.

Lin Mingdou's beads of sweat dripped on the stone table, in the tea cup, and on the fallen leaves, and the old man shook his head, and the corner of his eyes skipped a touch of imperceptible appreciation.

The power of chaos was dispersed, then solidified, and then dispersed again, and he did it with great skill, and by the time he finished it was dark, and he was as tired as a dog.