Skilled in managing a house

The words of this Zhike disciple almost made Chen Zhenren's disciples angry to death. But right now, the master is still in a coma, so who cares about anything else.

One of the disciples just pinched Chen Zhenren for a while. Chen Zhenren slowly opened his eyes. When the disciples saw him opening his eyes, they all asked quickly: "Master, you are awake!" "Master, are you awake?" Are you okay?" "Master, are you okay?"...

"It's okay..." Chen Zhenren said weakly.

The Zhike disciple under Zhang Yu's sect, because he didn't know what had happened, and he was still a warm-hearted person, he immediately said: "Taoist Master, what's wrong with you? Are you sick... Well... My master is very skilled in medicine." Yes, please go to the temple to rest quickly, I will ask Master to come over immediately to diagnose and treat you..."

Master Chen was very angry when he heard this. After all, he had just fought against Zhang Yu, and on the surface he had won, and he didn't know that this disciple actually didn't know the whole story. He had good intentions, but he thought it was a mockery.

Of course, whether this was out of kindness or ridicule, it was impossible for Chen Zhenren to enter Wudang Taoist Temple to seek treatment from Zhang Yu. Firstly, it was a matter of face, and secondly, Zhang Yu's injury was no better than his, so he couldn't afford to treat his injuries.

"It's just a trivial matter... nothing..." Chen Zhenren said feebly. Looking at his appearance, it couldn't be a trivial matter.

He slowly raised his right hand, stretched his hand into his arms with all his strength, and took out a small medicine bottle after a long time. However, his hands were shaking and he was a little unsteady in holding the medicine bottle.

Seeing him like this, the disciple quickly said: "Master, I'm coming."

The disciple took the small medicine bottle from Zhenren Chen's hand, unscrewed the lid, and poured out a red pill.

Chen Zhenren opened his mouth, and the disciple fed the pill into Chen Zhenren's mouth. Another disciple opened the kettle he brought with him and gave Chen Zhenren water. After taking the medicine, a short while later, Chen Zhen said feebly: "Let's go down the mountain."

"Yes, Master."...The disciples immediately agreed.

Two disciples helped Chen Zhenren up, but Chen Zhenren was in such a state that he could not walk at all. He had to be carried by a strong disciple, and then he went down the mountain road.

Let’s talk about Zhang Yu in the small square in the back hall.

After Chen Zhenren walked away, Li Mingyue hurriedly stepped forward, held Zhang Yu's arm, and said with concern: "Master, are you okay..."

"Wow……"

Zhang Yu didn't speak, he just opened his mouth, and a mouthful of blood flowed out of his mouth.

Seeing Zhang Yu like this, all the disciples present panicked and shouted anxiously: "Master!" "Master, are you okay?" "Master! This..." "Master... why are you vomiting blood... "...

The disciples were all anxious, and some were so frightened that they shed tears.

You know, Zhang Yu is basically a god-like existence in their minds. No matter what difficulties we encountered, we never lost. But this time, he was beaten to the point of vomiting blood.

"I'm fine..." Zhang Yu gritted his teeth and endured the pain in his chest.

When Master Chen spoke before, he couldn't speak at all. At this moment, spitting out the bruised blood would make him feel better. But again, he was no better than Zhenren Chen, he just didn't faint.

Then, he slowly reached into his arms and took out a small medicine bottle. This medicine bottle was for treating internal injuries, and his hands were shaking. When Li Mingyue saw her master taking out the medicine bottle, she quickly took it, opened the medicine bottle, poured out a pill, and gave it to Zhang Yu.

After Zhang Yu took the medicine, he slowly sat down on the spot. He folded his palms together and reluctantly used his true energy to refine the medicine he had just taken.

The disciples gathered in a group, with worried looks on their faces. After a while, a Zhike disciple suddenly ran to the back hall.

As soon as the disciple came in, he shouted eagerly: "It's not good! It's not good!"

"Why are you shouting! What's wrong! Don't speak lower!" As soon as Li Mingyue saw her junior brother shouting, she immediately scolded him dissatisfied for fear of affecting Zhang Yu's healing skills.

"It was the Taoist priest of the Qingcheng Sect. He fainted as soon as he came out of the mountain gate, and a lot of blood spurted out of his mouth..." Zhike's disciple did not know that Zhang Yu was injured, and said anxiously.

When Li Mingyue and other disciples heard this, they couldn't help being startled, and then they all became excited, "He actually fainted!" "I thought he was very powerful, but it turned out to be nothing more than that!" "Looking at it this way, Master still wins! "That's right! Master won!" "Yes! Master won! He even fainted!" "I was thinking that he was very powerful when I was there just now, but it turned out to be nothing more than that!"...

It was the first time that they saw Zhang Yu defeated and injured so seriously, so they were naturally angry. At this moment, when I heard that Chen Zhenren's injury was more serious than Zhang Yu's, and he even fainted, I couldn't help but feel excited.

Because in this case, the real loser is not Zhang Yu, but Zhenren Chen. Of course, no matter who wins or loses, in their hearts, Zhang Yu wins.

Disciple Zhike was puzzled, but he had already arrived in front of everyone. He soon saw Zhang Yu sitting cross-legged on the ground with blood on his mouth. Disciple Zhike was startled and said nervously: "Master... Master, what's going on..."

Li Mingyue said angrily: "He's not that veteran of the Qingcheng sect, he's simply bullying others! Master made a move with him, but he was also injured... Fortunately, the injury was not as severe as that of the veteran!"

"Ah?" Disciple Zhike was shocked and said: "There is such a thing. I thought that the Taoist priest was sick at the time, but it turned out that he wanted to do something with the master. Fortunately, I was kind-hearted and wanted to ask the master to treat him. Now I see Come on, he deserves it..."

Having said this, he looked at Zhang Yu with concern and said worriedly: "Master's injury... is it okay..."

"It should be fine... Let's stop talking, so as not to affect Master's healing..." Li Mingyue warned.

All the disciples nodded and became silent one by one.

Time passed little by little, and Zhang Yu, who had been closing his eyes to heal his wounds, finally opened his eyes.

As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw that all the disciples were looking at him with concern. Zhang Yu's slightly pale face flashed a smile and said: "I made you worry, my injury is fine..."

"Master, you're okay." "That's great!" "Master has a high level of cultivation, so nothing will happen to him." "That's great, Dao Ancestor bless you."... All the disciples relaxed when they saw Zhang Yu talking. One breath.

However, Zhang Yu said it was okay, but in fact his chest and Dantian were feeling a little uncomfortable and a little painful. But he didn't want his disciples to worry about him, and his injury had indeed improved a lot, so it wouldn't be a serious problem.

Zhang Yu stood up, looked at the disciples again, and said, "Are you the only one who knows about my fight with the Qingcheng sect's Taoist brothers? The disciples outside don't know yet."

"That's all we know." Li Mingyue said immediately.

"Don't let this matter spread. No matter who wins or loses, don't let anyone know." Zhang Yu said solemnly.

"Yes, Master."... All the disciples immediately bowed and agreed.