Yu Qingjun already had the idea of killing in his heart, this hand was to use all his strength, and before the knife arrived, it had already enveloped Ling Muyu's major leaders.

On the other hand, Ling Muyu did not dodge or avoid at this time, as if he was scared stupid. Even Wang Bo'an, the queen, exclaimed, "Be careful!"

Seeing that the single knife had arrived at the front door, Ling Muyu was already unavoidable, but at this moment, Yu Qingjun, who was already in his hands, was shocked, and shouted "not good" in his heart, and then, there was a strange feeling up and down, and then it was sour and weak, and this inevitable move stopped in mid-air, and he couldn't go on anymore.

Ling Muyu said straight in his heart, "It's so dangerous", and said, "Huh, Your Excellency's martial arts are really good." However, my 'brushing green maple' is not easy to deal with. ”

Yu Qingjun's face was like ashes at this time, and he said: "This, this is, when did you poison me?" Ling Muyu smiled: "No, no, no, this is not poison, this is just to make your limbs weak for a period of time, lose all your internal strength, and avoid the pain of martial arts obstacles." ”

What Ling Muyu said is the truth, this "brushing green maple" It was not used as a poison to concoct it, the first disciple of the Shaolin School Discipline Academy was a friend of Ling Muyu, the two of them had often exchanged letters since the Meizhuang Conference ten years ago, and many years ago Wudang had mentioned a matter in the letter when he was still closing the mountain, saying that he had an uncle in the Shaolin School, because when he was young, it was difficult to break through the obstacles in his heart, resulting in every full moon and cold night, the true qi in the body would be rampant, and even sometimes lose his mind, every time the moonlit night ended, he would always get a scar. And the abbot said that if he can't find a way to crack it, he is afraid that according to the body of the little uncle, he will not be able to toss for a few years, and it can be said that his life is in the dark of the day. After Ling Muyu read the letter, he knew that although the words in the letter were light, it still revealed a strong sense of worry, so he thought about how to help his friend. He is not a Buddhist, and he doesn't know what this Shaolin martial arts obstacle is, so naturally he won't crack it. But although Ling Muyu is not a Shaolin disciple, he is a fairly good doctor. "The true qi in the body is rampant, losing the mind and hurting others and hurting oneself, if there is a drug that can make people weak in their limbs and lose all their martial arts for a period of time, and even the true qi in the body will disappear without a trace, and there is no way to perceive it, then as long as every moonlit night, let the senior take it in advance, although this method treats the symptoms but not the root cause, but it is enough to solve the urgent need. ”

But the Shaolin faction has been established for thousands of years, and the door

There are countless kinds of healing drugs in China, and there are not a few doctors, so how can the problem of Shaolin monks be so easy to solve. But Ling Muyu has one thing, that is, he is inexplicably obsessed, after identifying one thing, he will always do everything possible to achieve it in his own way. Therefore, although he was helpless for a while, he always thought that with the gradual refinement of his medical path, he finally found the last medicine "Qingfeng Cao" in the Huanxi Valley of the Great Snow Mountain in the battle with the Ferris League, which is two kinds of medicine, namely "sadness" and "crisp", according to legend, it was a necessary medicinal material for the secret medicine in the Western Xia Palace, but under the iron hooves of the Mongolians, the method of preparation has long been lost, so this Qingfeng grass has become a useless weed, and gradually disappeared, but I did not expect that it still exists in the Daxue Mountain within the sphere of influence of the Ferris League.

After Ling Muyu found it, he took the "crisp" medicine in it, and cooperated with his own prescription, and finally prepared a pill that can make people "weak and weak in the limbs, and even the true qi in the body has dissipated without a trace, as if the martial arts have been lost".

"It's not poison. Ling Muyu looked at Yu Qingjun, who was unable to support it in front of him and was lying on the ground, and said: "The poison is colorless and odorless, and it takes effect immediately, but my 'whisk green maple' needs to be smelled for half an hour before it can take effect, and the faint aroma of plants and trees in it can't be covered up no matter what." But fortunately, there are a lot of dead leaves here, but they are mixed, and you are here to concentrate on talking, talking about plans, talking about dreams, naturally you can't tell whether the air is a withered leaf or the smell of 'green maple'. ”

"I see. After that, Wang Bo'an sniffed twice vigorously at this time, and said: "If you smell it carefully, it is indeed slightly different, and it is the first time I have seen such a miraculous drug." After saying that, his limbs were also weak, and he lay directly on the ground.

Ling Muyu saw that the various scattered wounds on it were still bleeding, and he didn't care about Yu Qingjun who was lying on the side, so he stepped forward to take Wang Bo'an's pulse, and noticed that although he had suffered skin injuries, he had lost too much blood and forcibly exerted force, which was really not good. After thinking about it, he took out a small jade bottle from his arms, the jade bottle hung upside down, poured out a pill from it, handed it to Wang Bo'an, and said: "'Whisk Qingfeng' has no antidote, please forgive me, Mr. has really had a lot of accidents in the past two days, this is the last White Tiger Killing Pill, you take it quickly, you are offended." As he spoke, he directly sent the pill into Wang Bo'an's mouth, and then said: "The conditions are simple, I will give it to Mr. first."

The wound should be treated urgently. ”

Wang Bo'an thanked: "Thank you for this young man, dare to ask the young man if he knows the chief of the Songfeng Dao in Wudang?"

Wang Bo'an's words were very unexpected by Ling Muyu, so he replied: "Under Ling Muyu, a disciple of Wudang, that is the family teacher." Why did the gentleman ask such a question? Could it be that you know my master?"

Wang Bo'an looked up at the night sky and said faintly: "That was when I was seventeen years old, I was fortunate to meet a pine wind road chief, and I recognized your Wudang White Tiger Killing Pill, it has been seventeen years ago, and now that I think about it, it has really been a long time." How is your master doing?"

Ling Muyu shook his head, sighed, and said, "It's been almost ten years since the death of the family teacher. ”

Wang Bo'an exclaimed: "Ah! Songfeng Dao's long cultivation is profound, and he has a deep study of all the wonderful methods of health preservation, according to me, even if he is in his twilight years, he should be a crane with a childish face, how could he pass away so early?"

"Alas, my teacher was killed by an accident and a thief. It's a long story, and I'll talk about it later. Ling Muyu pointed to Yu Qingjun who was lying on the ground: "May I ask sir, what should I do with this person?"

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