The martial arts conference will last for a week. In the first five days, everyone can compete freely with no limit to the number of competitions. If you lose, you will be disqualified from continuing the challenge. In the next two days, those who have not lost will be divided into two groups and draw lots to compete. The final winner will be the next leader of the martial arts alliance.
When Meng Hetang was dragged by his senior brother to Zen Master Zhixin's home by his ears, Shi Yuan had just applied medicine to the wound on Ye Wuji's face. When he saw Meng Hetang, although his face was cold, he did not drive him out as Meng Hetang wanted.
"Miss Ye, I'm here to apologize to you." Meng Hetang said with his head lowered.
"What are you apologizing for?" Ye Wuji looked at him coldly.
"I shouldn't hurt you." Meng Hetang whispered.
"Wrong!" Ye Wuji slapped the table, making Meng Hetang jump.
"The sword has no eyes. Since it's a martial arts competition, it will be hurt if you get hurt. What's the big deal?" Ye Wuji said. "If you are here for this, please get out and stop humiliating me!"
"I, I..." Meng Hetang waved his hands repeatedly, "No, Miss Ye, I didn't want to humiliate you! I didn't mean that!"
Meng Hetang's senior brother couldn't see it anymore, pulled him back and said for him: "Miss Ye, this guy is a fool, don't be as knowledgeable as him. He had no other intention of admitting defeat at that time."
"Then what does he mean?" Ye Wuji sneered, "You look down on me as a woman and don't want to fight me?"
"He has a problem. He gets abdominal pain when he is nervous. After he hurt the girl, he became extremely nervous. The pain in his stomach was such that he could no longer continue the martial arts competition." Meng Hetang's senior brother said, "To be honest, after this guy returned, he became extremely nervous. After three or four trips to the latrine, he was too nervous and became like this."
"What kind of strange disease is this?" Ye Wuji had never heard of such a strange disease, but seeing the sincere look on Meng Hetang's senior brother's face, Meng Hetang's face was flushed with shame, and it didn't look like he was lying. Ye Wuji's anger gradually subsided.
"Please sit down." Seeing that Ye Wuji had calmed down, Shi Yuan motioned for the two of them to sit down.
"Brother Shi, you have superb medical skills, why don't you show him!" Ye Wuji said to Shi Yuan.
Shi Yuan glanced at Meng Hetang and did not diagnose his pulse. He just said: "Heart disease is difficult to cure."
Shi Yuan could see the root cause of Meng Hetang's disease at a glance. Meng Hetang's senior brothers were in awe of him. He immediately stood up and bowed deeply to Shi Yuan, saying, "Sir, can you diagnose and treat my junior brother?"
Meng Hetang whispered: "Forget it, senior brother."
"Shut up!" Meng Hetang's senior brother shouted low and said respectfully to Shi Yuan, "Sir, if you can cure my junior brother, I, Zhou Liang, and the entire Yunxiao Clan will be grateful."
Meng Hetang's problem seemed to be just a small problem, but it almost cost him his life many times. You know, when masters fight, the victory or defeat is often changed by just a few seconds. When fighting with others, he suddenly suffers from unbearable abdominal pain. He can still live peacefully with such a problem. Until now, it can only be said that Meng Hetang's luck is really good. Not only that, because he would suffer from abdominal pain when he was nervous, Meng Hetang did not even dare to talk to the girls easily. As a result, in the entire sect, he was the only one of his own age who was single. This made Meng Hetang's master and senior brothers anxious to death.
"It's not that it's completely incurable." With two pairs of eyes watching eagerly, Shi Yuan calmly drank a cup of tea and then said quietly, "But the treatment of this disease is very labor-intensive, and I'm afraid junior brother may not be able to bear it. "
"Don't worry, as long as you are willing to treat him, he will fully cooperate." Zhou Liang promised, patting his chest. He patted Meng Hetang on the back and said, "You said that, right?"
Meng Hetang nodded repeatedly: "Yes, yes, sir, you are willing to treat me, whatever you ask me to do."
"In that case," Shi Yuan put down the tea cup and smiled, "Follow me and go to a place."