The fast-forward journey after seizing the traverser system

"Hello, I'm here to see Yang Qingyun. This is the letter of recommendation from Lin Han." Shi Yu was very polite.

"Wait, let me ask something." The disciple in the navy blue Taoist robe walked to the door and knocked.

"Senior brother, Lin Han asked someone to come and see you!" said the disciple, with anticipation in his eyes.

He also didn't want his brother to continue like this. He felt sorry for seeing his brother so depressed.

"No see!" Yang Qingyun's voice was old-fashioned, without any youthful vigor.

"Don't you care about your fellow disciples?" Shi Yu said loudly.

"What do you want to do?" Upon hearing this, the disciples in Taoist robes quickly gathered together and blocked the door. They were already on guard, and after hearing this, they suspected that Shi Yu had other intentions.

"I don't plan to do anything, I just want to see him, don't be nervous." Shi Yu said with a smile, spreading his hands to show that he meant no harm.

"How about I do business with you? You won't suffer any loss!" Shi Yu continued.

Shi Yu had no choice. After all, Yang Qingyun was already disheartened. The people he cared about most now were Lin Han and this group of fellow disciples.

"Come in." A gloomy voice came, breaking the tense atmosphere.

When the disciples heard this, they made way for Shi Yu, but their eyes were still fixed on him.

"Squeak~" Shi Yu pushed the door open.

The sunlight outside rushed in impatiently, illuminating the darkness inside. Beams of sunlight shone directly in, and the dust inside the house rose, circling playfully in the beam of light, as if in rejoicing.

Yang Qingyun was kneeling at the table in the inner room. Under the dim light, he seemed to be the same elegant young man. However, the sweat on his temples betrayed him. Shi Yu knew that he must have tried very hard to move himself so as not to let others see his miserable state.

Shi Yu opened the window, and the inner room where Yang Qingyun was became bright. Shi Yu walked forward and sat on the ground opposite Yang Qingyun.

"Tell me, what's the matter!" Yang Qingyun's voice was deep, like a quiet deep pool.

"I can cure you!" Shi Yu stared at Yang Qingyun's lifeless eyes and said firmly.

These words were like a huge rock, smashing into Yang Qingyun's calm heart. His eyes suddenly lit up, and then suddenly dimmed.

After all, after so many visits to the doctor, he had almost run out of hope, and he was afraid that he would be disappointed again soon.

"I have a bone-breaking ointment!" Shi Yu said with a smile, giving him some confidence.

"Are you the one who caused a big fuss at Xiaoyao Villa a few days ago?" Yang Qingyun quickly thought of the recent rumors.

Shi Yu didn't say anything, just smiled.

"Okay, then what do you want to trade with me?" Yang Qingyun didn't want to live in such a miserable and undignified way. The Broken Bones and Muscles Ointment injected new vitality into him.

"I will heal your leg, and you will lead the Wudang Sect to fight against Xiaoyao Villa with me." Shi Yu directly stated his purpose.

"I can only promise that I can go with you, but I can't promise for others. After all, I'm not the head." Yang Qingyun did not agree. After all, he didn't think he could influence the thoughts of his master and uncle.

"You are enough, you can represent the Wudang Sect." Shi Yu said with a smile.

"Okay, then I agree." Yang Qingyun nodded.

Indeed, even though Yang Qingyun has been silent for a few years, the biggest impression of the Wudang Sect in the martial arts world is still Yang Qingyun. It was he who developed the Wudang Sect from silence, so his identity is much more useful than those elders.

The most important thing is that Yang Qingyun had already reached the Grandmaster level a year ago. Once Shi Yu cures him, maybe he can be successfully promoted to the Grandmaster level. A Grandmaster is worth more than the entire sect.

Of course, Shi Yu didn’t believe that if Yang Qingyun went, these fellow disciples would not go. At least the cultivation of this generation of Wudang disciples was praised in the martial arts world.

"Come on, let me show you your legs!"

Shi Yu put Yang Qingyun back on the bed, unbuttoned his trousers, and looked at his legs.

Shi Yu pinched his leg. Although the injury was very serious and indeed could not be cured by ordinary doctors, the leg was well taken care of, without bedsores and the muscles were not stiff. This would allow Shi Yu to treat him more smoothly.

"Then let me tell you about my treatment plan." Shi Yu's words gave Yang Qingyun a reassurance.

"First of all, you are seriously injured, that's beyond doubt, but fortunately your leg is well maintained, so you can start treatment directly and save the early work." At this point, Yang Qingyun's eyes softened. His fellow apprentices came to help him every day, and there was never any impatience in their eyes.

"Then let me tell you, my method is a little different from that of an ordinary doctor. First, I will cut open your leg and take out the bone fragments inside. When it has almost recovered, I will need to break the broken bones and regrow them. This process is very difficult."

In Shi Yu's era, there were basically no doctors who could perform surgery. Even though some doctors had used Ma Fei San and performed craniotomy many years ago, these operations did not seem to have been passed down. This was why doctors of this era were helpless against this type of injury.

"I can accept it." Yang Qingyun knew that he could get better, so he didn't worry about anything else.

"It's okay. I have Ma Fei San here. It won't hurt." Shi Yu knew that he could accept it. After all, in this era, there is a saying that the body and hair are given by parents and cannot be damaged.

"The next part is difficult. Your meridians are broken. But with the Broken Bones and Muscles Ointment, it won't be a problem." After examining his injuries, Shi Yu came up with a treatment plan.

"Then we'll start tomorrow. You should explain it to your junior brother as soon as possible." Shi Yu said to him with a smile.

The next morning, Shi Yu got up early, prepared his tools, and went to find Yang Qingyun.

Yang Qingyun was lying on the bed. After taking Ma Fei San, he didn't feel any pain at all. He just watched Shi Yu using a special knife to knife his legs left and right. After a while, a plate was filled with twenty or thirty broken bones. Although he didn't feel anything, he seemed to feel a lot more relieved when he saw these foreign objects being taken out of his legs.

After Shi Yu removed the broken bones, he communicated with Sen Yi. The internal force in Shi Yu's palm flowed, and balls of green light mist flowed on Yang Qingyun's legs. After a while, the cut wound healed.

Yang Qingyun did not ask what this was. After all, one could not sell the Tao for a thousand taels of gold. He knew that this was the special effect of Yu Nei Li, but he did not know the details. Although he was curious, he said nothing.

Shi Yu continued to press on Yang Qingyun's knees, pressing continuously. During this time, there was a sound of bones being squeezed and squeezing, and after a while, the shape of the legs returned to normal.

After completing this step, Shi Yu took out the broken bone and tendon ointment and applied it on Yang Qingyun's legs. Then Shi Yu communicated with Sen Yi to release his inner force with vitality. After a while, the taste of the black ointment on Yang Qingyun's legs changed. The medicinal fragrance disappeared, leaving only the foul smell.

Shi Yu knew that this was due to the absorption of the medicinal properties, so he said to Yang Qingyun: "In about a quarter of an hour, the effect of your Ma Fei San will wear off. During this time, wash off the medicinal residue on your legs. If you feel anything after a quarter of an hour, it's good. If you don't feel anything, call me again."

After saying this, Shi Yu left. He also needed to rest for a while. After all, it was his first time doing this.

"Okay." Yang Qingyun was still a little nervous. After all, this was the closest he had ever been to success, and he still had hope.