Skilled in managing a house

Outside Bishui Manor, about ten miles away, there is a forest. Under a big tree in the woods, a woman was leaning against her. The woman can be about forty years old, wearing a professional attire, and looking a little haggard.

Next to the woman, a middle-aged man sat cross-legged, breathing heavily, "Huh...huh...huh..."

If you look closely at his appearance, it is not difficult to see that this middle-aged man has many similarities with the younger version of Zhang Yu.

That's right, the man is Zhang Yu, now under the pseudonym Zheng Yiyuan.

He grabbed Guan Ying and fled. After leaving Bishui Manor, he ran ten miles into the woods in one breath. Expecting that the four veterans would be unable to catch up, they put Guan Ying under a tree to rest.

Even if he has the Divine Walking Vest, no one can bear the thought of running ten miles away in one breath. Don't look at the football field. Players can't run with the Shenxing vest made by Zhang Yu, but their running methods are different. No one is sprinting all the time on the football field. Zhang Yu sprinted for ten kilometers at a sprint speed. If he were running a marathon, the world record would have been broken.

Zhang Yu gasped for air, while Guan Ying took a few deep breaths, looked at Zhang Yu, and said a little feebly: "Why did you save me?"

"I just don't want you to die." Zhang Yu said directly.

"We are strangers. I will die as soon as I die. It seems to have nothing to do with you..." Guan Ying said with some confusion.

"Whether it matters or not, who can say for sure in the future..." Zhang Yu said calmly.

"Are you like those experienced people who want to ask something from me?" Guan Ying immediately said warily.

"I said before that asking you to say those things is nothing more than forcing you to die. So, I didn't think about it that way at all." Zhang Yu said directly.

"That's really weird... How could you save me from those experienced people for no reason... You should also know what they do..." Guan Ying said again in confusion.

"I always do things spontaneously... I never ask why I want to do something, and I won't do anything I don't want to do even if a knife is put to my neck..." Zhang Yu He said carelessly.

"Third-grade layman Zheng Yiyuan... is really interesting..." Guan Ying looked at Zhang Yu with great interest, and then said: "Why are you called third-grade layman?"

"Why do so many people like to ask me this question?" Zhang Yu asked back.

"Have many people asked you this... Maybe they are just like me, out of curiosity..." When Guan Ying said this, she actually smiled.

"If this is the case, I can't tell you even more." Zhang Yu also laughed.

"Why?" Guan Ying asked.

"If I satisfy your curiosity, then I will lose my sense of mystery." Zhang Yu said with a smile.

His words were just a casual joke. After Guan Ying heard this, she hesitated for a moment, and then like a little girl, she spat softly, "Bah, as if someone rarely knows..."

"It's just right if you don't care..." Zhang Yu said, stretched for a long time, and then took out a cigarette from his arms. He took out one, pinched it with his fingers, and a flame appeared, lit the cigarette, and started smoking.

Seeing that Zhang Yu stopped talking and just smoked, Guan Ying couldn't help but frown. He opened his mouth to say something, but finally closed it without making any sound.

She then moved her legs, sat cross-legged, closed her eyes, and began to move her Qigong.

Zhang Yu, who was smoking, saw her like this and said quickly: "Don't move yet?"

"Why?" Guan Ying opened her eyes and asked.

"You have suffered internal injuries. Although you are fine talking now, if you forcibly circulate your Qi, it is very likely to aggravate the injury. The so-called exercise healing needs to be based on the injury. Not all injuries can be solved by yourself, otherwise Why do you need a doctor?" After Zhang Yu said this, he took another puff of cigarette.

"Then you are a doctor..." Guan Ying said.

"I am not talented, but I have some knowledge of medicine." Zhang Yu said carelessly.

"According to your statement, you are planning to treat my injuries?" Guan Ying stared at Zhang Yu and said.

"You can speak. Although you are slightly out of breath, your injuries are not serious. Give me your hand and I will take your pulse. I will naturally know the situation." Zhang Yu said.

Guan Ying hesitated for a moment, then stretched out her hand and said, "Then show me."

Zhang Yu took another puff of cigarette, threw the remaining half of the cigarette aside, and then came to Guan Ying.

He grabbed Guan Ying's pulse gate and could immediately feel that Guan Ying's pulse was a little weak and her meridians were still somewhat blocked. With Zhang Yu's medical skills, how could he not know that Guan Ying's current condition is caused by congestion in her meridians. As long as the congestion is drained out, it will basically be fine.

"Your injury is not serious. It should be that the upper part of the right chest was injured, so that the congestion entered the three yin meridians of the hand, causing qi and blood blockage. As long as the congestion is forced out, the person will be fine." Zhang Yu said.

"You actually know the location where I was injured..." Guan Ying looked at Zhang Yu in surprise and said, "And speaking of it, it looks decent... Then how do you force the blood out..."

"I only need to use silver needles to pierce your Yunmen point, Zhongfu point, Tianfu point, Xiabai point, Jiquan point, Qingling point, Shaohai point, Tianchi point, and Tianquan point to remove the blocked meridians here. Open it up, and then cooperate with the true energy to spit out the congestion." Zhang Yu said.

After hearing this, Guan Ying was very surprised and said: "I really can't believe that you have such ability... Then where are the acupuncture points you mentioned..."

Some cultivators know acupuncture points, but some do not study them. Of course, this usually has something to do with the master. For example, Zhang Yu’s master, Lao Wangtou, was obviously very knowledgeable, and the skills he taught Zhang Yu were also very complex. However, these are also Taoist skills, and mountain doctors tell fortunes.

"The Yunmen point is level with the lower edge of the clavicle..." At that moment, Zhang Yu told Guan Ying the general location of these points.

After only listening to a few acupuncture points, Guan Ying's cheeks couldn't help but blush slightly, and said: "According to what you said, the clothes on my body... shouldn't it be taken off for you to see..."

"There's nothing you can do about it. Anyway, it's your business whether to treat it or not. I didn't say I had to treat it for you." Zhang Yu said with his lips curled up.

"Then I won't treat you!" Guan Ying said directly.

"It's up to you, but you have to think about it, don't blame me for not reminding you. Soon your right arm will gradually lose consciousness and be unable to move due to the obstruction of the meridians. If it takes longer, even if it is cured, it will You will be influential in the future." After Zhang Yu said this, he let go of his wrist, stretched out, opened his mouth, raised his head and dozed off.

I didn't sleep at night, and I couldn't sleep in the morning because of the Maoshan sect. If I said I wasn't sleepy now, that would be a lie.

Seeing that what Zhang Yu said was true, Guan Ying couldn't help but subconsciously move her right arm. She didn't know whether it was true or a psychological effect. She suddenly found that her right arm was indeed not very responsive.