"Using the Holy Light technique to stop bleeding and grow muscles, and then use Wugouchen to calm the mind, is that enough? There are so many turbulent clusters of true essence in the meridians of these two people. When I wake up, I am afraid that my cultivation base will be reduced by 30%, and some people think that they can cure diseases and save people by just learning some methods, which is really wrong."
Chen Changsheng was moving the needle like the wind, while talking to himself.
Zhexiu looked at him condescendingly, and said, "You can replace some people in the previous sentence with her."
After Chen Changsheng finished his work, he stood up, looked at him and explained seriously: "I'm not comparing myself to her."
Zhexiu said seriously: "I don't believe it."
Chen Changsheng felt his face was a little hot, so he stopped talking, and was going to wake up the two southern practitioners and let them go to the river to meet other people.
At this moment, he saw something drawn on the ground beside the campfire, and after careful identification, he saw that it was a road map and a simple line of writing.
The handwriting is not bad.
He said silently in his heart.
"She asked them to go to Panshan Linyu. It seems that many people gathered there."
Zhe Xiu looked at him and asked, "Shall we go?"
Without thinking about it, Chen Changsheng said directly, "No."
Zhexiu asked, "Why?"
"I... still have things to do... there are many people... waiting for me to treat... okay."
Chen Changsheng stood up, remained silent for a long time, and said with some embarrassment, "I'm not ready yet."
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The white sacrificial clothing is particularly eye-catching in the night. If it is in the streets and alleys of the people, it may be very scary, but in the eyes of the practitioners, this white sacrificial clothing is like the fireworks with the special imprint of the Qinglong Thirteenth Division and the Holy Maiden Peak The same, representing the hope of living and the end of pain.
Along the way, the girl had heard two cries full of surprises and tears, so when she saw the calm practitioner by the bonfire under the grassy slope, she felt a little uncomfortable for a while. Only then did she understand why, it turned out that the cultivator was meditating.
She walked closer and found that the practitioner's wound had been bandaged. Judging from the angle of the injury and the method of bandaging, it should not be the treatment done by herself. She was about to turn around and leave, but remembered something, squatted down again, stretched out her hand to untie the bandages, and observed the wound inside.
The wound of this cultivator should have been hit by some kind of magic weapon of the Zongsi Institute. There are still some remnants of the magic weapon of the Zongsi Institute commonly known as stardust on the skin around the wound, but the stardust in the wound was The person who treated the wound cleaned it extremely clean, and treated the wound extremely well, and it was actually sewn in one place with some kind of thread.
The girl thought that the person who treated the wound was really courageous. Although there are related records in Daozang and Pharmacopoeia, no one has done this for many years.
There should be no problem with external injuries. She is more concerned about the problems in the meridians. Being injured by a magical weapon and being injured by a sword are two different concepts. With a sharp edge, the lethality is mainly reflected in the damage to the viscera of the practitioner, especially the meridians.
This cultivator has been meditating after being healed of his trauma, maybe even the sea of consciousness has a problem.
With her finger resting on the practitioner's pulse, she slowly injected a stream of extremely pure true energy.
Inspired by this true energy, the cultivator woke up from the state of meditation, looked at the girl who was so close at hand, was startled, and subconsciously wanted to shoot.
The Zhou Garden, which was set by the saints with cruel rules, is indeed a good place for human practitioners to sharpen their minds and improve their fighting abilities.
The girl ignored her and said, "Don't move, don't talk, close your eyes."
The cultivator didn't know her, at least he didn't know her at this time. For some reason, hearing her voice like a clear spring, he felt extremely trustworthy, subconsciously relaxed as he said, and closed his eyes again.
After a while, the girl stood up.
She didn't stop any longer, and went to the distance in the night.
The bonfire stretched her shadow a little longer.
The practitioner woke up again, looking at her back, feeling a little bewildered.
In the previous glimpse, he saw a handsome but ordinary face that was easily forgotten by others.
Why at this time, when he looked at the girl's back, he felt that she was so beautiful
The girl's mood at this time is also a little bewildered.
The practitioner's meridians were very smooth, and all the shocks and blockages left by the ritual artifacts of the Zongsi were completely resolved.
Among the hundreds of practitioners in Zhouyuan, who is the best at medical skills
Who is best at this approach? Who can make such subtle corrections to the practitioner's meridians in the Netherworld
Unlike Chen Changsheng, she immediately thought of who it was.
Still have some uses.
She thought silently in her heart.
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Listening to the sound of water, she came to the bank of the stream, looked at the bonfire, and found that there were two people she knew.
Seeing her, the two girls were very surprised.
Ye Xiaolian's eyes showed a look of awe, Senior Sister Tong smiled reassuringly.
Everything can be changed, only the eyes cannot be changed, and she didn't change deliberately at this time, so the same door recognized her identity.
She shook her head, Ye Xiaolian and Senior Sister Dong understood and didn't say anything.
She walked up to the temple master Qingxu, unwrapped his bandage, took a look, and raised her eyebrows slowly.
"He cured it?"
She looked at Senior Sister Tong and asked.
Senior Sister Tong was practicing with her in Nanxi Zhai, so she naturally knew about the things between her and Chen Changsheng, so she didn't know the meaning of her question for a while.
"I thought it was still useful. Who knew that the treatment was so messy. He only healed the sword wound on the outside, but the inside was still bleeding, so he didn't care?"
For some reason, the more the girl thought about it, the angrier she became.
The master of Qingxu Guan was very weak at this time, he didn't know what happened, his disciple was even more confused, just looking at the attitude of the two disciples of Shengnvfeng, he knew that he would definitely not be offended.
The girl stretched out her right hand and flicked his chest and abdomen through the air, only to see a holy light falling from her palm.
No matter how remote the Qingxu Temple is, and it is only a branch of the state religion, how can the master of the temple not understand the Holy Light
He was immediately moved, and more and more convinced that this girl was a great figure in the state religion, and he was anxious to get up to meet her.
The girl frowned slightly and knocked him unconscious.
The disciple of the master of Qingxu Temple stood aside in a daze, not daring to speak at all, let alone do anything.
After learning some medical skills from Taoist Ji, you think you can cure all the people in the world? Don't even think about it, are practitioners and ordinary people the same thing? Are sword wounds and wind chills the same thing
The girl was slightly annoyed thinking about these things, looked at Senior Sister Tong and said, "When will he come back?"
Senior Sister Tong calculated the time, and it was not far from the time Chen Changsheng agreed upon, and said, "It should be soon."
The girl was startled, got up and walked into the night.
Senior Sister Tong asked, "Aren't you waiting for him?"
The girl didn't answer these words, and passed away quietly, startling a few night birds in the forest.
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