After wearing the book, I became the villain's sword spirit

Wuma and Ze's father, named Tao Cheng, rushed back early the next day.

He was dressed in plain clothes, about 40 years old, with a refined air, obviously rushed all the way back, his face was a little haggard, and he asked anxiously as soon as he entered the door: "A Ling, how is the situation now?"

As soon as Mrs. Wuma saw her husband, she finally let go of her frightened and tense nerves for the past few days, and tears fell down unconsciously.

In another place, Wuma and Yu are still persistent in going to Sin City.

Wuma and Ze tried to persuade him not to listen to him several times, and they also became a little angry. They were about to yell at him when they saw Tao Cheng walk in from the outside, and quickly got up and said, "Father is back!"

Tao Cheng helped him up: "You have worked hard these few days."

Wuma and Ze shook their heads and frowned: "This is what I should do, but Xiaoyu still insists on going to Sin City, really..."

Tao Cheng looked at his son who was most like him after he had lost and recovered, with helplessness in his eyes.

Wuma and Yuben were a little bit wronged by what the elder brother said, and when their father came back, they couldn't help but their eyes turned red.

"You go out, I'll talk to him." He said.

Wuma and Ze nodded, walked a few steps and remembered something: "Father, there are two guests from Sin City in the mansion."

Tao Cheng pondered: "Well, you call them to the hall, I will go there soon, and ask your mother to help me pack up the set of silver needles, I have to go to the city with them to have a look."

Hearing that he was going to Sin City, Wuma and Yu's eyes were a little anxious, Tao Cheng looked at his expression and sighed lightly.

After Wuma and Ze left, he asked aloud: "Xiao Yu, why are you so persistent?"

"Father, my injury is not serious at all, it won't hurt you, just take me." Wuma and Yu said.

Tao Cheng frowned: "Your current physical condition, it's better to rest."

"But what happened this time..." Wuma and Yu said, their eyes flushed, and they choked up, "If there is no doctor, except for me, the remaining seniors will all die!"

Touching his hair, Tao Cheng said with pity: "Your spiritual power is not strong, and this matter is not your fault."

"It's because of me," Wuma and Yu bit their lips, tears stained their fair face, "If I could see the disguise of those people, those three seniors would not have died in vain."

"What is the status of the remaining people?" Tao Cheng asked.

"I have been rescued by Master Medical Cultivator, and I am recuperating well." Speaking of Shu Mingli, Wuma and Yu's eyes became more adoring, and they even forgot to cry: "Father, you don't know, the Master Medical Cultivator and the My method of saving lives is completely different, bold and careful, and spiritual power is just an assistant in the medical skills he uses, which is amazing..."

And Shu Mingli, an adult medical practitioner with superb skills in his mouth, is soaking in the study of the male master in Wuma Mansion at this time.

Turning over those words one by one, Shu Mingli was a little ashamed after learning the so-called "medicine has spiritual cultivation, unblocking the meridians to induce qi to force turbidity" normal medical treatment:

In this world of Chinese medicine practitioners, the way of treatment is completely different from modern times!

In this world of self-cultivation, monks all cultivate spiritual power, and some of them are called medical practitioners. They mainly practice using spirit as a matchmaker to help patients travel through the meridians to heal wounds.

For medical practitioners, there are only two functions of drugs: one is anesthesia, so that the patient does not feel pain, and the other is to separate the flow of poison and Gu from the patient's meridian, so that the doctor can expel it, and the mortal Drugs to dispel cold and Yin and Yang to harmonize are completely two systems.

In layman's terms, the difference between these two treatment methods is as follows:

Physicians and practitioners treat people in a simple and rough way. If something is wrong, they use medicine as a medium to help you walk through the meridians with spiritual power again and again, expel those things or adjust them to normal, and use spiritual power to warm and nourish the sick body.However, mortals and post-modern medical skills are varied. Without such a thing as spiritual power, they will only find some anti-inhibiting medicines, or surgical resection...

The way he used half-heartedly as if he wanted to use the form of aura as a writing knife is simply a waste of money!

Layman, big layman.

...Fortunately, He Yu Xiaogongzi didn't see anything unusual.

Silently picked out a few basic meridians and medical training primers and 'borrowed' them into his clothes, Shu Mingli returned to Chu Xiuyun's side.

At that time, Ji Wenguang and the others had already been called to the hall, and Tao Cheng arrived with Wuma and Yu Shanshan, and when he saw them, he bowed and said: "Tao is very grateful for the two monks who saved the dog's life. "

Ji Wenguang hurriedly helped him up: "Senior, please get up quickly. This matter was originally caused by an incident in the city, and your clansmen were implicated. I feel extremely ashamed in my heart."

Tao Cheng, however, shook his head: "The dirty things those gangsters did were unintentional. You don't need to be ashamed. Now you should try your best to find out who is behind the scenes, so as to prevent future troubles forever!"

"What Master Tao said is absolutely true," Ji Wenguang said.

"I learned the reason of the matter from my wife's biography. Since there is no one in the family now, and Tao has a good research on medical skills, let's go with Mr. Ji first." Tao Cheng said with a serious expression.

Ji Wenguang was very worried about the situation in the city. Although he knew from Mrs. Wuma that Master Tao would definitely go with him when he came back, he couldn't see anyone and was waiting to suffer.Now that he finally came back, he took the initiative to mention it again, naturally with a somewhat uncontrollable excitement on his face: "It's so good!"

"Father." Wuma and Yu reminded in a low voice.

Tao Cheng hesitated for a moment, finally sighed and compromised: "You can go with me too."

Hearing this, Ji Wenguang was taken aback.

However, seeing that although Wuma and Yu looked weak, their injuries were not serious, and in the past few days, he heard that this young master is still young, but has excellent medical skills. To stop him, he just ordered to Chu Xiuyun in a low voice: "Young Master Xiuyun, I have to trouble you to look after me on the way."

Chu Xiuyun stood aside with his sword in his arms. Hearing this, he raised his eyes and glanced at Wuma and Yu, and smiled: "Your Excellency, worry too much, Xiuyun will do my best."

That afternoon they set off back to Vice City.

The first time we entered the city was still outside the desolate barrier, Ji Wenguang stood still and said loudly: "Master Guiding Envoy, please take us into the city."

However, after he finished yelling, there was no response anywhere, and it was as quiet as the sound of the wind was hidden.

Shu Mingli frowned, feeling something was wrong, and returned to Chu Xiuyun's side to be vigilant.

While everyone was waiting with bated breath, suddenly there was the sound of arrows whistling, followed by a scream.

Just behind Nie Shan was shot by an arrow in the arm, Ji Wenguang immediately opened the barrier of the tail feathers, and with the sound of collision, countless flying arrows were blocked on the ground, his expression was solemn.

The guards behind them immediately drew their swords and lined up to protect them in the middle, looking around vigilantly.

"My lord, the arrow is highly poisonous, this prisoner is already dead!" Tao Cheng stepped forward to inspect Nie Shan's wound, saw that the poison had spread violently, and in an instant there were signs of disappearing, so he hurriedly said.

Nie Shan was poisoned by arrows, and even the village's clues would be cut off. Ji Wenguang's face suddenly became very pale, and he said sharply, "Who is here?!"

Chu Xiuyun looked up, and there was some interest in his eyes.

Some treacherous laughter came from somewhere near and far, which made people feel terrified.

Shu Mingli's expression became serious: the guide couldn't call out for a long time, and there were some unkind things intercepting people outside the enchantment gate...

Did something happen in Vice City?

"Could it be that Your Excellency is just a hide-and-seek rat who doesn't dare to show his face." Ji Wenguang clenched his tail feathers tightly, staring at the direction the arrow came from just now, his heart beating like thunder.

Among them, only Chu Xiuyun had the strength to fight against these guards, and the situation was really not optimistic.

"Jie Jie...hahahaha!!"

"Rat? What is a rat?!"

"Does it mean those who stay in the city and dare not come out?"

"Ho ho ho, kill them all!!"

"Kill them all!!"

Voices from all directions came from nowhere, some of them were smirking, some were insane, some were as thin as a needle, and some were hoarse like a knife scratching glass, all together they almost pierced the eardrum.

In the midst of this noisy sound, black shadows suddenly flew from all directions, like bats, densely packed, extremely terrifying.

Chu Xiuyun suddenly raised his hand, folded the snow out of its sheath, white marks streaked across, and one of the things hovering above his head fell off.

The thing that fell was really ugly, with fangs and blue teeth, a tiny red spot for the eyes, and a sharp beak. At first glance, it looked like an underdeveloped and hairless little quail, but it had wings... .

Shu Mingli looked at it for a while but didn't see what it was.

But behind Ji Wenguang, Tao Cheng's face changed when he saw this thing: "This is... a ghost dog?!"

Ji Wenguang heard the words and asked, "What is that?"

Wuma Heyu explained in a low voice at the side: "The yin dog sparrow is a kind of bird that is active in the hell wall. Its voice can cause auditory hallucinations, and it likes to eat human blood... Its teeth can be used as medicine. I saw it in the library at home."

"Wolves of Hell?!"

Ji Wen's light lips suddenly turned a little pale, and he looked up at the densely packed cunts circling in the air.

Places like Hell's Wolves are locked up by ancient demons, and the culprits of the last demonic chaos are also inside. Why is there a ghost dog here?

Could it be that there are demons in the magic pattern this time...

"My lord, don't panic," Chu Xiuyun said calmly, "Even if they are sly dogs, there are classifications. These are bred in captivity, and I have never seen blood."

"How can you tell?"

"There is a line of blood on the belly of the yin dog. The more ferocious the dog, the deeper the line of blood, and this," he said with a brow, "very clean."

Ji Wenguang looked over and found that there was only a faint pink line on the belly of the dead bird, and he was relieved.

"Young master is really knowledgeable and talented. I have never understood such uncommon things." Tao Cheng praised.

Hearing this, Chu Xiuyun didn't know what to think of, the corners of his raised lips suddenly froze for a moment, and he turned his back to them, his expression became a little cold.

Shu Mingli was by his side, so he could see his reaction clearly, thinking: Chu Xiuyun had narrow escaped death in hell before the age of three, so it's no wonder he knows these things so well. As soon as he said it, it should have poked his sore spot.

"Oh, I didn't realize that there is actually a little something different here."

A cold voice suddenly sounded, as if it was close to the ear.

Hearing the voice, a strange look suddenly flashed across Chu Xiuyun's eyes.

Shu Mingli's mind suddenly burst into alarm.

The Folding Snow Sword buzzed, silently producing sword intent to protect its master, Chu Xiuyun put his hand on the hilt of the sword, and pressed his thin lips tightly, this time he did not stop it from making arbitrarily assertive claims.

"I haven't smelled this smell for many years." The voice was gloomy, erratic, and seemed a little excited: "You are...!"