- It's silk! He, did he use silk to suture the internal wounds of the meridians. How could anyone have thought of such an approach? Can, can this be done? Is he a man or a ghost
Not to mention that within the human body, the meridians that supply true qi to run are originally from the inner family. No matter how clever a doctor is, they can't find an organ called 'meridian' exactly. To say that he can suture wounds in the meridians with silk threads is simply incredible.
"It's air wire."
The old man spoke suddenly, as if he could hear what she was thinking, but the content was even more sensational.
"I used silver needles to prick the acupoints and distributed thirty-two air threads to sew up the wounds in her meridians. The Xueling spider silk is used to sew up the wounds in her body."
While he was talking, he ignored Alan, who had already listened stupidly. With his hands like the wind, he often sewed up a slit under the woman's breasts. As he sewed it up, the infuriating energy in the girl's body began to work, healing her wounds.
The red, naked, girl's skin was as pale as snow, but more morbid than ice and snow. Under the light of the fire in the cave, it looks like a thousand-year-old corpse.
Although the girl is thin and her waist is very narrow, her thighs are still firm. She fell asleep with her legs straight, and there was no discernible difference between her thighs and her calves. The thickness between the top and bottom of the knee is almost the same, which is a rare long leg. The slightly raised milk pigeons are like tender boiled tofu, like freshly cooked buns, gradually recovering the temperature, the temperature of people.
Alan, who was a woman, couldn't help but stare at such a scene.
The old man didn't even twitch his eyes.
"Life, save it."
Alan was stunned for a moment, and was hesitating whether to answer, only to realize that the old man was just talking to himself. Something like 'I'm full' without the need for anyone to intervene.
But the old man wondered.
"Aren't you interested?"
Alan watched this for a long time, and it would be a lie to say that he was not interested. I just didn't want to be caught by my own thoughts, and said reluctantly.
"I-I'm not a doctor, why are you interested?"
As soon as he opened his mouth, he realized that although his voice was not loud, his breath was smooth. Self-observation found that the internal wound was gone, the injury had healed, and the state was much stronger than before the fainting. Her injury was not supposed to heal in ten days and a half, but it is not surprising that the old man's rejuvenating hand could cure her injury.
The old man said: "You had to die for this person before, but it's strange that you don't even look at him now."
"I... why should I die for her?"
The old man shook his head.
"This person was in the woods with a sword-wielding man, his hands and feet were cut off, and his head was displayed to the public. You rushed to the acupuncture point for her, and you hurt yourself before the battle. If it wasn't for the help of the old man, you might even take ten steps. If I can't get out, I have already died under Luo Ming's sword."
Only then did Alan know that it was the old man who helped him when he fell. He was actually able to hide the eyes of so many people present. What the hell was this person... Thinking about the meaning of the old man's words, his heart suddenly jumped.
He means that Alang is! But this is clearly a pale-skinned young girl. In her impression, she didn't know such a person at all.
"How could she be, be..."
But suddenly thinking of a possibility, a burst of blood surged in my heart, and I almost fainted with joy. This possibility is slim, but it is what she wants to believe no matter what, a hopeless hope. She managed to suppress her qi and blood just now, but her voice was trembling, for fear that the little light that had just sprouted would be stifled.
She almost wanted to keep silent for the rest of her life. The feeling of hope in this moment is almost the happiest moment for her today.
However, his mouth opened involuntarily, wanting to pursue the truth.
"She, is she a sprite? I haven't seen sprite's true face, but, but the art of disguising one's face, few people in the world can compare to sprite. It was not the master who was killed by Luo Ming, but her. right?"
"It's really stupid."
The old man sighed, shook his head, and just said to Alan, whose face turned blue from his fright.
"Aples is the only wizard in modern times who has cultivated ghost nerves to the sixth level. Don't think that such a person will die so easily. Let alone cut off his limbs to kill him. Such a person should be the only one left. The next head can also be as difficult as biting the enemy to death. You underestimate your man too much."
Alan was so excited that he actually fainted. Suddenly, my heart felt warm, my whole body was soaked in warm water, and my limbs and bones felt warm. He stood still, without raising his hands or arms, and the internal force was transmitted to his body. And it's just a mere breath, and it can be so thick. Why is this person's inner strength cultivation so shocking
Alan knew that she had met a master of the world, but she had met this person before, but at this moment, she had such a change, she couldn't believe him.
The old man smiled and said, "You really don't seem to care where Aples is?"
Alan hurriedly asked, "Where is he? Do you know where he is now? Could it be that Luo Ming trapped him?"
The old man shook his head and said, "I don't know where he is, but he should be fine anyway. With his martial arts, if I want to kill him, I may not be sure. I don't believe that someone will kill him easily."
"That's great. He, he's fine... that's great."
Alan was relieved, but the old man said lightly.
"If you're not stupid, you're living too safely. How can you ask for it to be enough to live?"
Alan was instantly angry when he heard it, but he couldn't reply. I just felt that what he said was not unreasonable, and pondered.
"Luo Ming suddenly betrayed us... This matter is really puzzling."
The old man's movements did not stop. He said the sprite's life was saved, but that didn't mean the treatment was over.
While the old man was cooking the medicine, he injected different degrees of infuriating energy into the silver needles on the sprites.
"To collect all the gold in the world, this matter has already started half a year ago."
Alan raised his head: "You, how could you?"
The old man said lightly: "Doing this kind of thing to cast a sword will naturally provoke anger and resentment, but if the shot is a giant thief from the north, the situation will be different. The power of the White King's Seven Crowns is borrowed from the imperial court. , holding such a grand martial arts gathering, the imperial court will naturally not have a good opinion of Luojian Villa. How do you think the imperial court can stand on the side of Luojian Villa?"
This question seems to be flying out of the sky. Alan has never considered Luojian Villa's own position. From this angle, she suddenly wakes up and seems to have been ignoring something.
"Will, how?"
"It's very simple, as long as there is a common enemy. An enemy at the top ten level is enough to make them stand on the same front."
It took Alan some time to digest this sentence.
"You mean, we... are abandoned sons?"
The old man sneered.
"Such thoughtful and ingenious design has affected almost half of the world, but no guilt has fallen on him. It is really a rare talent. This plan involves a lot of time and energy, and it will take no less than a few years. He is so step-by-step and well-intentioned, I am more and more interested in knowing what kind of sword Luojian Villa wants to forge."
As he said this, Alan became more and more vigilant towards him.
The reason is very simple. Few people can talk about people like Aples and Luo Ming so easily. If people in the martial arts, when they mention them, more or less, there will be some awe.
The old man's tone was full of interest, as if he was on an equal footing with them.
Or... a higher position.
Alan asked suddenly. She didn't know she had asked a question until she asked.
"... who, who are you?"
The old man's hand stopped for a while, and suddenly turned around.