Chu Feng looked at the prescription and said to Qiao Feng with a smile: "It shouldn't be a big deal." A mouthful of blood spurted out just now, Chu Feng really felt that the tightness in his chest had decreased a lot, and he looked at the two jars of wine on the table as he spoke.

Qiao Feng looked at his eyes, although he was happy that his drinking friend was hard to find, he still ignored it very directly, and asked Bai Shijing very seriously: "Brother Bai, what do you think?"

"Yo!" Bai Shijing's beard was plucked off by the doll again, and the pain made his face tremble, and when he heard Qiao Feng ask him, he hurriedly replied: "The gold sore medicine on his right shoulder was still given by the old man, but it was just some skin trauma." Bai Shijing was a little unable to concentrate by the little doll, and after thinking about it, he said, "Yun Lao's four heavy fists are coming, didn't he leave any troubles?"

Everyone in the room thought that before the crane in the clouds was ambushed, Chu Feng fought with him, but he was always at a disadvantage, and he was afraid that he would not be hit by dozens of punches in his chest. Chu Feng was injured on his right arm, and after Bai Shijing helped him apply the gold sore medicine produced by the Nianhua Temple, he kept wearing his coat diagonally, and then took off his coat and said, "It's just some skin trauma." "The chest is bruised, and in the eyes of ordinary people, it is very terrifying, but which of these people in the house does not have a few lives on their hands, and which one does not have a few scars on their bodies?

Bai Shijing has been a law enforcement elder for more than ten years, and he is in charge of the precepts of the gang. The so-called practice brings true knowledge, and he has been in charge of the beggar gang for many years, whether it is the understanding of the precepts of the beggar gang or his famous stunt "silk grabbing hand". The most surprising thing is that in the process of law enforcement, the means of treatment of his trauma have also increased significantly.

Looking at the bruises on Chu Feng's chest, Bai Shijing confessed, but when he was busy fainting and treating the injury on his arm, he actually forgot about the serious injury on his chest and said, "You bear with it." ”

Chu Feng just nodded and regretted it, Bai Shijing's "silk grabbing hand" was not in vain, holding the doll in his left hand, and the five fingers of his right hand connected the dots on his chest. The five fingers were too close, Chu Feng was a little dizzy by his hand, and he felt the pain coming from several big acupoints in front of him, and a muffled snort couldn't be suppressed and squeezed out from between his teeth.

"It's not a big deal...... The young man's blood is too strong...... "Bai Shijing retracted his five fingers, feeling a little strange, just now he pointed his five fingers on the big acupoint on Chu Feng's chest, Chu Feng's internal strength around his body is strong, not to mention, he feels that his internal force touches Chu Feng's body surface, like a mud cow entering the sea, without a trace. It's just a little internal force, he wonders if it's his own delusion, and the doll on his chest begins to naughtily toss his beard again, which is a bit of a chasing after the wind, and he simply didn't ask if he thought about it.

Chu Feng listened to "the blood is too strong", he himself remembered Duan Yu's trip to Tianlong Temple, but he remembered that this person had absorbed seven or eight Infinite Sword Sect disciples first, and then absorbed a large group of martial arts masters. As for himself, the internal force of a crane in the clouds knocked himself down, and he suddenly felt ashamed when he thought about it, and made up his mind that he would work hard in the future and live up to the name of "Northern Shengong".

In fact, his mouthful of blood spurting out and the Dali imperial doctor's bleeding with leeches can be regarded as the same end, but it is just a reason, and Chu Feng can't figure it out. He only remembered that Duan Yu couldn't carry the internal qi, and in the end, his chest was swollen and cracked, and he didn't find a chance to solve it until Tianlong Temple; Who knew that when he went out, he met Qiao Feng pulling him to drink, and he was excited for a while and forgot about this top priority.

As far as Chu Feng is concerned, the "river" is still narrow, and the "sea water" runs in it, so it is naturally difficult to move away, and the internal gas is transported very slowly. He first gained the strength of the crane in the clouds, and with his strong meridians, it would take only half a month to slowly adapt to it. But wine helps the blood, and when you swallow a sip of strong wine, the blood runs a little faster. Between this fast and slow, the squirt blood is still light.

"Amitabha!"

A Buddha horn came from far away, freeing Chu Feng from the predicament of being watched.

Chu Feng approved the clothes again, and was very surprised to find that this Buddha horn fell in his ears and was peaceful, but it could barely be said to be "the first to drink". But at the moment, not a single guest in this inn has woken up because of this. Just now, Dr. Wang yelled a few times, and the bartender rushed to accompany him a few times, "No".

The beggars went up and down, starting from Qiao Feng, and greeted the door of the inn together. Chu Feng thought about it and followed behind a few people.

There is no moon tonight.

By the light of the lantern in front of the inn, Chu Feng could vaguely see a lot of bald heads, coming from the other side of the long street. While walking, his steps were light, obviously not wanting to make noise to others. The Buddha horn just now, people who have not achieved internal strength, don't even want to hear it.

Qiao Feng and the others took three more steps forward and greeted them outside the inn.

Getting closer, Chu Feng still couldn't recognize the number of martial arts paths of these bald heads. But being able to get the beggars to value it so much, so that Qiao Feng could go out of the door, he couldn't recognize it and guess that these bald heads were from Shaolin Temple.

Qiao Feng grew up at the foot of the Shaolin Mountain in his childhood, and once apprenticed to the Shaolin monk Xuanku, who has always been respectful to Shaolin, and the ancient temple of Shaolin Temple is long, and there will be no lack of courtesy. After going back and forth, every time Qiao Feng returned to Shaomu Mountain to visit his parents, he only dared to follow Jian in person, not wanting to alarm this Shaolin.

However, this temple is a gang, one is known as the source of martial arts in the world, and the other is known as the world's largest gang, although the two factions have been friends for hundreds of years, but the Shaolin monks have not yet approached the sound of "Amitabha" is meaningful. Chu Feng didn't know much about the martial arts of the Shaolin Temple, and the six elders of the beggar gang looked at the figure that was slowly revealed under the light, and they all sighed in their hearts: This favor is too much.

"The presiding officer of our temple, Xuan Ci, respected: I suddenly heard that the sages of the Western Xia Dynasty visited Luoyang, and the warrior monks of the Thirteen Guardian Temple went to wait for the instructions of the Qiao gang leader. The first monk said loudly, "I don't want to preside over the senior brother, but I am too worried, I just hate that the old man did not arrive half early to see the power of the beggar gang." ”

The one who spoke was an old monk, dressed in a yellow monk's robe, since he called Xuan Ci "senior brother in charge", he was naturally a senior monk of the Xuanzi generation. When Chu Feng heard the old monk speak, he was even more surprised to find that this old monk had traveled all the way, and there were actually four people walking side by side with him, and he should be the same as him.

Qiao Feng said loudly: "It turned out to be a master of mystery. If he looks at the age of Shaolin Temple, this monk is earlier than his master Xuanku, and he can't even call him "uncle". But he is now in the position of the leader of the beggar gang, and this "master" has made Xuan uncomfortable and useful.