Fast through the white moonlight in the sky

In order to help his opponent's Demon Sect get back to teaching, Yan Shanbai did his best.In recent days, he no longer brews wine, tastes tea and enjoys the snow and flowers as usual, but spends all his free time studying medical classics.

In fact, in this era, there is no cure for a situation like the total loss of internal energy.But Yan Shanbai not only only understands the internal adjustment-based medical method in this world, but also combines it with the surgical method of Western medicine.

Yan Shanbai decided on a treatment method from the very beginning - cut off Li Zhesheng's meridians and reconnect them. Now this is the only way to make Li Zhesheng regain his inner strength.

Although it has not been tested on humans yet, the former Dr. Yan is still very sure about such a "minor operation".

The biggest problem is hygiene.

In order to prevent infection of the wound, Yanshanbai started to disinfect the room a few days ago, and sprinkled every corner with medicinal powder.The knives, tweezers and other utensils were boiled in the water over and over again, and he seemed to be busy without knowing that he was tired.

At first he did this just for the task, but once he really started to move, Yan Shanbai felt as if he had returned to his original world without tasks and system.At that time, although his life was a bit boring, at least he would not have as many worries as he does now.

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On this day, Yan Shanbai came to Li Zhesheng's couch early in the morning, "...It is not easy to reconnect the meridians of the hands and feet." Yan Shanbai said while inspecting his injuries: "It will be You can't touch the numb points, if you faint, I will wake you up again."

Li Zhesheng nodded, after a few days of medicinal baths, he didn't care much about the pain anymore.Besides, no matter how much pain he suffered, he couldn't stop his determination to restore his internal strength, and the suddenly weakened sense of helplessness beat him all the time.

Seeing this, Yan Shanbai turned around, he lightly put the knife on the lamp and burned it for a while, then slowly approached Li Zhesheng's wrist.Yan Shanbai had to pick apart the newly regrown skin and flesh on the wrist, and then sew the meridians together.As a martial arts practitioner, Li Zhesheng made an unprecedented choice to believe in this kind of behavior that might hurt the root.

He himself didn't understand why this trust was born, was it because he really had to give it a go?Or was it because Yan Shanbai was the one who did it?

Even though it is the coldest time of the year now, even though Yan Shanbai has changed into a neat autumn outfit for the convenience of movement, it didn't take long for bean-sized beads of sweat to slide down from his forehead.

At this moment, Li Zhesheng seemed to have gotten used to the severe pain, except for his clenched teeth and eyebrows that hadn't let go for a moment, there wasn't even a bit of pain-related expression on his face.And he began to observe Yan Shanbai, because of the height of the bed, Yan Shanbai had to half kneel on the ground.He hadn't moved for several hours, even a martial arts practitioner's muscles should be sore by this time.

Breaking and reconnecting the meridian is a very delicate job, his hand hung in the air for a long time, but there was no sign of shaking at all.Sweat kept running down, a few drops even slipped into the eyes, Yan Shanbai blinked hard a few times, and the sweat dripped out as tears.

The cinnabar mole on the forehead seemed to be more bright red.

Li Zhesheng forgot the pain.

Time passed moment by moment, from the morning until the last ray of sunshine disappeared, Yan Shanbai knelt on the ground for a whole day.

He took out a brand new roll of bandage, and rewound it around Li Zhesheng's broken meridian.After everything was done, he twisted a few veils that had been soaked in water for a whole day and gently covered the wound.

"It may itch after a while, you must not move." This day he was tense, and he hardly said a few words, and his voice was a little hoarse when he spoke again.

When he got up, he almost couldn't stand still, and Li Zhesheng almost reached out to help him. Fortunately, he still remembered that he couldn't move around at will, so he endured it.

"Yeah..." The boy from the Devil's Cult who had always ignored morality and etiquette couldn't say anything with the word "thank you" stuck in his mouth.From childhood to adulthood, including his poor mother who died early, and his father who never recognized him and just died suddenly, Yan Shanbai was the one who treated him best.

But he is the head of the righteous way and the leader of the martial arts alliance, and he is just a "young master of the devil's sect" who has just been kicked out of Weiwu Pavilion.He still has unrevenge, although his relatives are few and he doesn't care about the life and death of the old leader, Li Zhesheng has been indoctrinated with the idea that "I was born for Weiwu Pavilion" since he was a child, and he understands that he will leave sooner or later this garden.

Return to the rivers and lakes, and then or one day they will meet each other in battle.

Or have to fight each other.

Finally finished working on Li Zhesheng's affairs, Yan Shanbai was summoned to the front yard by Huo before he could drink a sip of water.

It turns out that the pavilion master of the Weiwu Pavilion died suddenly due to a madness, the life and death of the young master is unknown, and the news that Zuo Hufa was embraced as the new pavilion master has spread throughout the martial arts world.Zhengdao Wulin wants to take this opportunity to wipe out the Demon Sect in one fell swoop, and is about to hold a meeting in the Nelan Sect.Although Yan Shanbai has never been very involved in disputes between Jianghu and Jianghu, he must be present at such a "meeting of justice".

But everyone in Jianghu will not know that the person they want to invite is actually the biggest resistance to destroying the Demon Cult.

"Elder" a scholarly young man in a moon white gown saluted him.

Yan Shanbai sat on a chair beside him. This man is the head disciple of the current Nelan sect named Lian Chumo, but in terms of seniority, he is still slightly lower than Yan Shanbai.

"I already know about the Weiwu Pavilion." Yan Shanbai cut straight to the point, "It's just that the Weiwu Pavilion is now scattered, and even the young master is missing...I'm afraid it's not good to mobilize so many people."

The man raised his head to look at Yan Shanbai, he narrowed his eyes slowly and said, "Elder, what do you mean by this?"

Yan Shanbai finally took a sip of water, "It's nothing interesting, it's just... Weiwu Pavilion got the name 'Demon Sect' because it killed innocent people indiscriminately, and even did not hesitate to destroy people's families to achieve their goals. Alright, but since you and I are righteous, we must never do such cruel things."

Only then did the expression on Lian Chumo's face soften. "Naturally" he took a step forward, "Since the elder doesn't have any opinion on this matter, then you might as well pack up and go back to Nieran as soon as possible."

Putting down the cup, Yan Shanbai got up and nodded.

Obviously, the identity of the "son of destiny" in this world is that the young master of Weiwu Pavilion has not escaped, Yan Shan thought in vain.Although the Jianghu decent faction now has a plan to attack the Weiwu Pavilion, but the territory of the dynasty is vast, and it may take less than half a year for all the sects to gather in the Nelan Sect, let alone rush to the Weiwu Pavilion.

So Li Zhesheng still has a lot of time to recover, not to mention...with himself, the one who sent decent people to attack Weiwu Pavilion would only be the left protector.

To a certain extent, this can be regarded as helping the Son of Destiny to resume teaching, Yan Shanbai sighed, it is really not easy for him, the leader of the martial arts.The two exchanged a few words, and after Yan Shanbai agreed to leave for Islam next month, the man followed the maid to the backyard to rest.

After finishing all these tasks, it was already the climax of the moon, Huo Zhao walked ahead with a lantern, while Yan Shanbai gently hugged Xuehu and followed him slowly towards the house.

Because of the pain, Li Zhesheng had difficulty falling asleep.Through the window, he saw Yan Shanbai in the corridor in the distance at a glance.

At this moment, the man looked a little tired, he was dressed in white to take advantage of the moonlight, like a fairy who was banished to the mortal world that is often talked about in the scriptures.

"I've been in the garden for so long, and I've never seen you so tired." The little maid who was sent to boil medicine next to him said, "Young master is so kind to you..."

The little maid didn't expect that this cold-faced, boring gourd who had never spoken much would open his mouth for the first time. He asked, "Why do you all call him 'Master'?"

"You don't know that." The little maid smiled and stopped her work, "This is what the young master told us to call him. I think so, young master, he doesn't like the Nirvana sect and righteous martial arts at all... Ever since the elder who brought the young master back to Nelan went west, the young master has not stayed in the Nelan sect for a few days. I guess if it was not for that elder, the young master would not be willing to be the leader of the alliance."

It seems that that person doesn't care about Neranism as much as he thought...

Hearing this, the corner of Li Zhesheng's mouth raised a small arc, but the little maid was busy talking about her young master, so she didn't see it.

"...You must repay our son well in the future." The little maid muttered while brewing the medicine, "Hey! Do you know that the water for your decoction these days is the son who goes to the mountain every morning to get it! "She told Li Zhesheng that whenever it snows in the north, you can't see anything clearly on the mountain, it's all white.Yan Shanbai was afraid that his subordinates would step on the ground and cause accidents, so he went out every morning in the early morning. There was a warm spring in the mountains, which was the best choice for decoction, but it was hidden deep.

Li Zhesheng let out a "hmm" while listening, and the little maid was a little puzzled.She didn't know whether Li Zhesheng was promising to repay the son well in the future, or whether he was responding to his explanation about Shanquan.

After talking for a long time, I felt that it was boring, and the maid had already cooked the medicine.With her mouth flattened, she walked out the door with the untied medicine bag, ready to chat with her little sister who was watching the night.