A dark villain came to Jinting Bulaoxiang

As Si Zhe shouted this poem, he flew towards Si Kong Yan, and the bow hit Si Zhe with a dull thud...

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The bow hit Si Zhe's back and he spat out a mouthful of blood... If it was his previous frail body, Si Zhe would have died. Even if he had this body that had practiced martial arts and had internal strength, if he didn't know how to use it, he would be seriously injured if not dead!

"Si Zhe——" Si Kong Yan hugged him painfully. He was the one who protected him, but he wanted him to protect himself in return. He cried bitterly while helping him wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth and scolded: "What are you doing here?" Suddenly, as if he remembered something, he shouted to Shui Qinglian: "Water-traded goods, why don't you come over and take a look!"

Everyone in the hall was stunned, including the emperor. They didn't expect a child to sacrifice himself to save others. The ministers trembled when they saw it. Emperor Yuxuan treated his wife and children like this, not to mention them!

Shui Qinglian came to her senses from the shock, and quickly took out a medicine bottle and ran over. However, Emperor Yuxuan's eyes lit up, and he stopped him and asked, "What did you hear that bastard chant just now? Jin Ting, Jin Ting..."

Sikong Yan glared at Emperor Yuxuan and shouted, "Hurry up and save my brother. If he dies, you won't know anything!"

His son could actually roar, and he even dared to roar at him. He had really grown up! He was shocked! But he didn't get angry, because he heard Si Zhe shout out the word Jin Ting! This was a major and valuable clue. Was this little bastard the person he was looking for? He couldn't die! At this moment, he felt that his son was right to roar!

"Yes, yes, Qinglian, please save him quickly. I have something important to ask him!" He turned his head and waved to the Imperial Master Meng Tonglu: "Imperial Master, please wake up that little rabbit!"

Meng Tonglu stepped forward and whispered, "Does the emperor suspect..."

"Quick, you and your disciples should work together to wake him up. I have something to ask him!"

Just now, Meng Tonglu also heard the phrase "Jin Ting Wei Wei Guo Yi Tian". He concluded that a young boy who could say the word "Jin Ting" must be extraordinary. Could it be that he really came from there? But do the people there only know the art of immortality? Is there no magic to save life? He was still a little confused?

"Hurry up? What are you standing there for?" Emperor Yuxuan urged.

After taking the life-saving water, Shui Qinglian found that Si Zhe was no longer in danger, so he stopped taking out the needle and waited for his master Meng Tonglu to come. After the national master came over, he respectfully stepped aside. Meng Tonglu snorted coldly: "No improvement at all?" He still wanted the national master to do it.

Shui Qinglian lowered her head and didn't look at him, trying to figure out Meng Tonglu's mentality. It wasn't that he couldn't save Jia, but if he could quickly revive Si Zhe in front of him, then his life would not be long.

Meng Tonglu took out a needle and mercilessly stabbed Sizhe's wrist. Sizhe didn't move. His eyes were still tightly closed.

"Huh?" The emperor couldn't help but look doubtful. Isn't the imperial teacher a skilled doctor? How come the patient didn't wake up after just one injection?

Meng Tonglu's face was not looking good. Such internal injuries were trivial in the eyes of the national teacher. In the past, no matter who it was, he would be awakened by a needle. Today was really strange? This young man could not be awakened by a needle. The tyrant began to doubt his medical skills. Who would have thought that this young man had actually woken up a long time ago. It was just that when he was unconscious, he vaguely dreamed of his brother in this body, who taught him how to use the turtle breathing method, and he was awakened by the needle.

After being awakened by the thorn, he did not open his eyes immediately, but wanted to try whether this turtle breathing method could really pretend to be dead. So he held his breath, like a dead person.

Sikong Chang, who had just taken the life-saving water, hugged Sizhe and felt the warmth gradually rising from his body. Meng Tonglu injected a needle, and suddenly the temperature dropped again, and his hand dropped. Sikong Yan roared: "Meng Tonglu, what are you doing? Are you killing people? Sizhe, what's wrong with you?" He was extremely worried and hated that he could not protect her.

Emperor Yuxuan was displeased, "Lord Meng, you won't kill him, will you?"

How is this possible? Meng Tong, the country's number one doctor, would kill someone? Wouldn't that be a joke? He put two fingers on Sizhe's pulse and took a breath. There was no pulse. What on earth was going on? ? ?

The ministers in the palace were all very surprised that the country's number one doctor, who had the ability to bring the dead back to life, actually killed someone with just one injection today. This was a miracle!

Emperor Yuxuan felt so comfortable holding Concubine Wan in his arms, and he was reluctant to let go of the fainted Concubine. But he was furious. He knew that this young man must be related to Jin Ting. "Lord Meng, he must be related to Jin Ting. You killed him. What do you think I should do with you?"

Meng Tonglu calmly counted with his fingers and said, "Your Majesty, this person cannot be, his fate is to be a beggar!"

"This is about Jin Ting. No matter who he is, you can't kill him. I clearly had a clue, but now you have destroyed it. I have waited for twelve years. Do you want me to wait another twelve years?"

How could Meng Tonglu dare to claim to be the best doctor in Zong country if he didn't have any skills? He stretched out his hand and slapped Si Zhe on the chest.

Sikong Yan's eyes widened. Meng Tonglu raised his hand, and Sizhe's small body was sucked up by his chest, and then pressed down again, sucked up and pressed again, repeating four or five times. Sizhe's sealed pores were broken open by his violent vibration.

"Cough cough cough..."

Si Zhe's turtle breathing technique was cracked. He kept coughing. He opened his eyes and looked at the old turtle in front of him. Why did he want to ruin his plan? Wouldn't it be good to "die" like this! At least Brother Yan wouldn't be in danger of his life!

Seeing Si Zhe wake up, the emperor ignored everything and pushed Concubine Sao Wan onto Eunuch Yan's body. He walked forward, pushed the imperial teacher aside, and asked with ecstasy in his heart: "Didn't you just recite two lines of poetry? Can you read them to me?" His tone was extremely gentle and kind, which was very inconsistent with his huge body like Kuiba. Everyone got goosebumps when they heard it.

I really want to kill this great enemy right now. But it's obviously not possible to do it by force. Doesn't he like the Jinting secret book? Okay, I'll keep him in suspense.

"When did I ever read poetry?" He blinked deliberately?

Emperor Yuxuan was anxious. He took a step forward and bowed slightly and said, "Jin Tingweiwei what what? It's that song!"

"Oh? You mean the Jinting song that is popular in our area! People in our area can sing it, what's so strange about it?" Si Zhe looked at Si Kong Yan's mouth full of blood, and stretched out his sleeve to help him wipe it. But the blood had dried and could not be wiped away.

"Parallel imports, parallel imports!" Sizhe was a little angry and turned around to look for it.

Shui Qinglian ran over: "I'm here!"

"Brother Yan is injured so badly, why don't you show him the problem? Why are you standing there in a daze?" he scolded.

"This..." He didn't dare to treat the disease without the emperor's order.

Unexpectedly, Emperor Yuxuan hurriedly agreed to his request in order to obtain the Jinting formula as soon as possible. "Look, show it to Yan'er, why are you in a daze?"