Feng Mu was bruised all over his body, and he slept on the bed, not daring to move. Because he was afraid that if he turned sideways, he would pull the injured muscles of the whole mind and exacerbate the pain.

In the west wing, Ba Dongling was holding a fruit plate and eating peanuts, and Ding Yuanhao carefully wiped the "Lingxiao Sword", as if stroking his own child.

Ye Xiao was reading a book of martial arts secrets, which he had snatched from the head of the Kunlun faction back then. Han Tong lay on the soft couch, closed his eyes and rested.

"Old Mo, because of that kid's cultivation yesterday, it is estimated that the bones in his whole body are about to fall apart, why don't you hold off for a few days?"

The one who spoke was eating peanuts, looking ugly, and looking the most sinister.

Hearing his words, Mo Zi didn't look back, and took care of the exquisite flower arrangement in the goblet by himself, and said: "Martial arts, like flower arrangement, requires meticulous pruning and cultivation to be able to remove miscellaneous leaves and look exquisite and detached." ”

"This vase of flowers you prune is like a ladder. ”

Mo Zi also nodded slightly, and said: "This is Wudang's 'ladder to the sky', everyone in the world yearns for the Lingyun scenery in the heights, but they want to climb to the sky in one step, how can there be such a good thing." If you want to see the world, you must climb step by step, and this is the only way to practice. ”

"So you're not going to let that kid heal well. ”

Mo Zi also gently straightened the flower arrangement that had been built, and said, "The bruises on his body, soaked in my potion, will only be beneficial and harmless. ”

Feng Mu was lying on the bed like a dead man, unable to eat, he heard the sound of pushing the door, and really wanted to bite his tongue and kill himself.

Without any footsteps, Mo Zi also appeared in front of him, gently picked him up, and walked to the bathroom.

Feng Mu opened his mouth weakly and pleaded: "Master Mo, can you let me go today, my body has reached the limit, and I can't bear any blows anymore." ”

Mo Zi also comforted softly: "Don't worry, I want to heal your injuries." ”

Feng Mu heard him say that, although he was a little uneasy in his heart, he didn't say anything more. These people will never torture themselves to death, so let me believe him again.

Mo Zi also put Feng Mu into the turquoise potion, Feng Mu only felt fragrant, refreshed, fluttering, like in a fairyland.

He looked at Mo Ziye gratefully and asked, "Master Mo, I feel much better, thank you so much." ”

Mo Zi's expression remained unchanged, and said: "It's nothing, according to the previous plan, it's time to get to this point, step by step, it's too early to say thank you." ”

Half an hour later, the bone joints on Feng Mu's body began to "gurgle", and the pain made him struggle hard in the barrel, and he tried to climb out several times, but Mo Zi also pressed back.

"I knew you weren't so kind, pull me up, I'm going to die. ”

In the face of Feng Mu's exclamation, Mo Zi was unmoved, and said: "Now is your critical moment, don't speak, close your eyes, concentrate your mind, and imagine you swimming in the sky." ”

Feng Mu asked, "When will it end?"

"After four hours, you are not allowed to open your eyes in the middle of the journey, and if you are distracted, you will be paralyzed for life. ”

Feng Mu opened his mouth wide in fright, gritted his teeth, endured the pain, and did as Mo Zi said.

During this period, everything around him became blank, as if he was in the clouds of the sky, without any sound, without any sight, as if he had been born at the beginning of the opening of heaven and earth, and returned to the most primitive peace.

During the time when he closed his eyes, Mo Zi also lined up a curtain of silver needles and gently needled them into various acupuncture points above his head, sealing the true qi and preventing them from leaking out.

Feng Mu's face was red for a while, white for a while, and the top of his head was already sweating, as if he was in a steamer, with a trace of white gas.

In the wooden barrel, countless water bubbles had already bubbled up on the green water surface that was originally as flat as a mirror, as if it had been boiled, constantly emitting into the air, and more of it had entered Feng Mu's body.

Feng Mu only felt that he was sleeping in the clouds, although there was an indescribable softness, he was bombarded by thunder and lightning from time to time, and his mind was indescribably sore, numb, and itchy, but his body seemed to be nailed, and he couldn't move a minute.

Time is as quiet as a babbling spring, flowing slowly.

Every moment is like a lifetime.

Four hours was such a long time, but Feng Mu actually survived with his excellent endurance. Mo Zi also saw that the potion in the wooden barrel was less than half, and Feng Mu's face had returned to normal, so he methodically pulled out the silver needle.

"You can now open your eyes and move your muscles. ”

When Feng Mu heard Mo Ziye's words, he suddenly opened his eyes, stretched his waist, and as soon as his right hand touched the wooden barrel, he saw that the wooden barrel was scattered and broken.

The turquoise potion in the bucket flowed to the ground, and Feng Mu asked in surprise, "What's the matter?"

"Now that you have passed the first stage of marrow washing, the true qi of your whole body has not completely converged, and the wooden barrel can't withstand such a powerful shock, and it has shattered. ”

Feng Mu smiled and said, "Why don't I feel hungry at all, obviously I haven't eaten, and I can't feel the original pain." Master Mo, what exactly is this potion, why is it so magical?"

"This is a 'marrow washing soup' made from hundreds of traditional Chinese medicines such as snakeberry, broken intestine grass, blood sealing throat, nightshade fruit, houttuynia cordata, heartworm, and flat psyllium, and it seems that the effect is not bad. ”

Feng Mu was in a happy mood and tried to ask, "Master Mo, what is your origin, how do you know the recipe for so many herbs?"

Mo Zi also looked at him, took a long breath, and said, "Well, my life experience has never been told to outsiders, so I'll tell you today." ”

Feng Mu wiped the water off his body with a bath towel, changed into dry clothes, sat on the chair, and looked at Mo Ziye patiently, looking like he was listening attentively.

"Forty years ago, there was a sect called 'Ghost Doctor' on the rivers and lakes, although this sect is not big, it has a very high status in the rivers and lakes, because many people just hear the name of 'Ghost Doctor', they have to retreat and dare not make a mistake. ”

"Ghost clothes, ghost clothes?"

"It is a doctor of medical skills, since it can be called a ghost doctor, the medical skills are naturally very powerful, no matter what incurable diseases are at that time, when it comes to the 'ghost doctor', it can be cured. ”

Feng Mu was fascinated when he heard this, thinking that any incurable disease could be cured?

Mo Zi also continued: "But the 'Ghost Doctor Sect' has a rule, never treat people easily, if that person wants to cure a disease, he must exchange precious things. ”

Feng Mu sighed: "It turns out that since ancient times, doctors have been so realistic, and doctors will inherit this tradition in the future when they receive red envelopes." ”

"But one day, a man wearing a hat walked into the 'Ghost Doctor' Gate, and he took out his precious thing, which was a 'Ugin Serial Knife', which ranked third on the weapon spectrum. ”

"Then that person must be very powerful, a master of the masters. Feng Mu said out loud.

Mo Zi also shook his head and said, "Wrong, the sect master at that time also thought he was a master, but when he took off his hat, he found that he was covered with scars and was actually a nobody. ”

"So, is he cured?"

"He offered a sword and a hundred taels of gold, but his illness made the entire 'Ghost Doctor' helpless. And the suzerain and the elders asserted that he would die in seven days. ”

Speaking of this, Mo Zi also showed a gloomy expression and sighed: "Who knew that he actually walked into the 'Ghost Doctor Gate' again seven days later, and his illness had been cured, which also led to the tragedy of the 'Ghost Doctor Gate' being wiped out." ”