Looking for Disciples: Master's Eight Dantian Blessings in the Late Stage

The backyard of Zhenyu Villa.

On a bamboo recliner lay a woman in a red dress with fair skin and slender eyebrows.

At this time, she frowned slightly, her lips were tightly pursed, as if she was enduring great pain.

A girl in pink was frying a pot of medicine beside her.

The pot of medicine had been boiled until it was bubbling, and the lid of the pot was heaving up and down with the bubbles.

"The medicine is ready!"

The girl hurriedly took a piece of coarse cloth from the side, wrapped the pot of medicine, and poured it into a pottery bowl beside it.

After pouring the medicine, she blew on it with her delicate mouth, then picked up the bowl of medicine and walked to the bamboo chair.

She scooped up a spoonful of the medicine with a spoon, brought it to the mouth of the woman in red, and said, "Master, come and drink the medicine!"

But the woman in red just stared blankly at the sky, pursed her lips tightly and said nothing.

With a look of pity on the face of the pink-clothed girl, she called out again: "Uncle Zhenzhen, I've already taken the medicine. You should drink this medicine while it's hot."

The woman in red murmured: "Rui'er, why are you bothering me so much? I am the same whether I take medicine or not. I only have 27 days left to live!"

That's right, the girl in red is Jiang Yu's first disciple, Ning Zhenzhen.

And this girl in pink is Lin Shirui, a disciple of Jiang Yu's disciple of the Way of Medicine.

The girl in pink pursed her mouth, and a mist rose in her eyes, and said, "Master, just take a sip!"

Seeing her tears are about to flow out.

Only then did the red-clothed girl look away, and took a sip of the medicine. The medicine was thick and thick, and the taste was extremely bitter.

Although Ning Zhenzhen didn't know how many times she had drunk it, she was still not used to it. She frowned and said, "Rui'er, it's really bitter!" After she finished speaking, she closed her mouth again, and refused to take another sip of the medicine.

The girl in pink helplessly put the medicine bowl on the table, and gently knocked on the leg of the woman in red.

Ning Zhenzhen said: "Rui'er, these years your master put you here to make you suffer."

The girl in pink shook her head, wiped her tears, and said, "I'm not bitter, Master asked me to take good care of you, but my medical skills are limited, I, I, I"

Ning Zhenzhen gently wiped away tears for her, and said: "Silly girl, what are you blaming yourself for? Senior sister can't cure me, how can you cure me!"

The girl in pink still shook her head stubbornly, and said, "But originally you could live a few more years, uncle, you just feel too bitter."

"Hehe," Ning Zhenzhen said with a bitter smile, "So, wouldn't it save me suffering if you asked me to meet Master earlier?"

Lin Shirui threw herself on Ning Zhenzhen's lap and burst into tears: "Uncle, Uncle, Master will not be happy to see you like this!"

Ning Zhenzhen stared at the sky with bright eyes: "Don't be afraid, as long as I can see him when I go down, I am willing to be punished by him!"

Lin Shirui cried even more sadly, she couldn't figure out what kind of person her master was, how could both her uncle and master care about her so much.

When the master left here back then, he said that he was looking for a way to revive the master, and he also said that the revival of the master can only live, and it seems that it is true.

These years, although Master Zhenzhen is alive, her heart has never been happy.

Now the uncle's lifespan is less than one month, but it seems that she is looking forward to the arrival of the last days.

Ning Zhenzhen sighed and said:
"Hey, now there is only one wish left. Master has worked so hard to teach me the way of the spear. I will never let the master's way of the spear be lost in my hands."

Lin Shirui comforted: "Master, you will definitely find a disciple you like!"

Ning Zhen said with regret: "It's just a pity, Rui'er, you don't practice the way of the spear, otherwise, I will pass on the way of the spear to you and I will die in peace!"

Lin Shirui cried even more mournfully.

At this moment, the butler's footsteps were heard.

Lin Shirui hurriedly wiped away her tears, and went to open the door for the housekeeper.

"How about this time?" Lin Shirui asked, "Uncle Fu, is there someone with a better talent for guns this time?"

The housekeeper called Uncle Fu said: "There are two or three good ones, but I don't know if the owner will like them or not!"

"Uncle Fu, here we come!" Ning Zhenzhen supported himself and sat up, "How many spear skills did you bring this time?"

Uncle Fu bowed and said, "There are eleven marksmanship sections, owner, I'll show you right now."

Ning Zhenzhen said: "Uncle Fu, don't worry, let's drink some water first, Rui'er, show Uncle Fu some tea."

Uncle Fu was grateful in his heart, the owner of the villa never regarded him as a real person, hey, it's a pity that the owner of the villa is not long.

After drinking the tea poured by Lin Shirui, he began to perform the marksmanship he had just seen.

Uncle Fu also practiced the Dao of the Spear, so he could basically remember the moves of the Dao of the Spear once played in front of him.

"The first person chose a golden gun, and his moves are like this!"

He performed this No.1 move very carefully, because he believed that this person's marksmanship was the best among the 11 people.

However, after the performance, the owner Ning Zhenzhen's reaction was flat.

Uncle Fu had no choice but to play the second role.

"The second person chose the Overlord Spear. He has a good eye and his marksmanship is sharper. That's it."

Ning Zhenzhen still didn't respond, just nodded and said, "Next."

Uncle Fu went on acting one by one.

When it came to the marksmanship of Chen Xin and Duan Tianhe, Ning Zhenzhen said in surprise: "Both of these two's marksmanship is good, but they are still a little bit off. Uncle Fu, you can continue acting!"

It turned out that Uncle Fu played the role of the tenth person one by one.

After the tenth person's marksmanship performance, Uncle Fu was already sweating profusely, but Ning Zhenzhen was still not satisfied.

Uncle Fu couldn't help being slightly disappointed, and said, "Master, the old slave will go on to pick up the next group of people!"

Ning Zhenzhen said: "Well, let's go!" After she finished speaking, she walked back to the bamboo chair and sat down.

Uncle Fu went out.

However, when he just arrived at the door, Ning Zhenzhen suddenly said: "Uncle Fu, wait a minute!"

Uncle Fu came back quickly and said, "What else can the owner order?"

Ning Zhenzhen said: "Uncle Fu, if I remember correctly, you just mentioned eleven people, but you just showed me ten people!"

Uncle Fu was taken aback, and then said: "Ah, yes, owner, I'm really sorry, I did forget someone."

Ning Zhenzhen said: "Well, then you can take a break and show me the performance of the last person!"

Uncle Fu bowed slightly and said, "Vendor Master, it's not because I'm tired, it's just that I don't think it's necessary to show the last one to the Zhuang Master. He's here for entertainment!"

"This kid is only at the sixth level of Xuanyuan, and he chose the most inconspicuous broken gun, and he only used one move. It's just a joke, he."

"What did you say?" Ning Zhenzhen became excited when he heard that he chose the broken gun, "Which one did he choose?"

Uncle Fu said, "Yes, yes."

"Quick, quick!" Ning Zhenzhen said, "Show me his marksmanship!"

Uncle Fu said: "His skills are not considered marksmanship at all!"

Ning Zhenzhen slightly accentuated her tone, and said, "Uncle Fu!"

Uncle Fu hurriedly said: "Yes, I will demonstrate it to you right now!"

Next Uncle Fu:
Raise the gun,

front stab,

Wrist twist,
Then the tip of the gun swung an arc to the right and rear.

And Ning Zhenzhen looked at his movements, his whole eyes were rounded, this, this, this is
Uncle Fu said: "The kid also said that this move is called Huifengwuxue, hahaha, what kind of marksmanship is this, haha."

However, Ning Zhenzhen's figure flickered, turned into an afterimage, and rushed out!
Uncle Fu and Lin Shirui looked at each other, and hurriedly followed.