Eight Desolate Sword God

"Ji Guanjia, is this?"

Ji Yunyou looked at Ye Chenfeng who had a tender breath and had no expression on his face. He asked.

"There is a small family owner, this is what Missy once mentioned, healing the morning master of the white grandfather." The white-haired old man introduced.

"It's him."

The voice of the old-fashioned old man just fell, and if the thoughtful Ji Tingxue looked up and looked at Ye Chenfeng, when she carefully looked at the easy-to-follow Ye Chenfeng, the heart had a familiar feeling. As if I knew him.

"You are really the morning doctor who healed the old man."

Bai Xishan’s condition, Ji Yunyou is very clear, even Xu Yu’s doctors who are one of the best in the Imperial City’s medical skills are helpless, and the doctor of the gods only spent more than an hour, expelling the fire poison in Baixi Mountain, which shows his Medical skills exceed the standards of the royal doctor.

However, Ye Chenfeng’s feeling is too young, so Ji Yunyou had to doubt his identity and cast his gaze to Ji Pengxue.

"It's me!" Ye Chenfeng nodded.

"Morning Master, have we seen it?" Ji Ti Xue looked at Ye Chenfeng with a burning gaze, and asked with a pleasant voice.

Although Ye Chenfeng’s face is strange, the woman’s sixth sense tells Ji’s snow that she absolutely knows him.

"No!" Ye Chenfeng shook his head and said indifferent voice: "I came to see a doctor, not to chat. If you don't believe it, then I will leave."

When I heard the sound of the indifference of Ye Chenfeng, Ji Tingxue felt more familiar.

"Why is his voice so similar to that person?"

Recalling the mysterious young man who saved himself and Bai Xiya’s fate that night, Ji Tingxue found that the two were similar in terms of tone of speech or body contour.

"Is they the same person, the last time he was easy?" Thinking about it, Ji Tingxue’s heartbeat suddenly accelerated, and the beautiful big eyes stared at Ye Chenfeng as if he wanted to see him.

"A big temper, any one here can be your master, we haven't said anything yet, you are impatient." A man wearing a dark golden physician's robes, has a very high status in the medical profession. The old man glared at Ye Chenfeng and shouted loudly.

"Then you have a little bit to grasp the white master." Ye Chenfeng saw the disdain in the eyes of the old man in the dark robes, did not care, faintly asked.

"Why, are you very sure?" The old man in the dark robes smiled and snorted.

"At least grasp it is bigger than you." Ye Chenfeng said confidently.

"The arrogant, arrogant boy." The old man of the dark robes did not expect Ye Chenfeng to be so arrogant, angered, and the blue veins broke up on his forehead, screaming loudly: "You know who the old man is, the old man learns You haven't been born yet."

"Age does not mean anything, everything depends on strength. As for who you are, I am not interested in knowing." Ye Chenfeng looked at the glaring dark gold robe old man, faintly said.

"You..."

"Well, two, please look at my face, say less, we still study it well, how to heal the illness of my father." Looking at the tit-for-tat, the two people who did not give each other, Ji Yunyou The brow was slightly wrinkled, but it was helpless to mediate.

"There is no him, I don't have him. If you insist on leaving him, the old man will leave immediately." The old man in the dark robes was shivered by Ye Chen's temper and said with a bite.

"Let me see the patient."

Ye Chenfeng did not pay attention to the old man who was angry and angered, and said faintly.

"This..."

Ji Yunyou glanced at the old man in the dark robes of anger and anger, and looked at Ye Chenfeng, who was calm and calm, with no expression on his face, and made a fuss.

Although Ye Chenfeng reveals an extraordinary temperament, the old man of the dark robes is the imperial city doctor, and the medical skills are superior. Ji Yunyou is not afraid to risk leaving Ye Chenfeng.

"Father, let the morning master try it, I have confidence in him."

When the situation was deadlocked, Ji Guanxue gently bit his wet lips and said.

"Okay, let me go."

When I heard Ji Chenxue chose Ye Chenfeng, the face of the old man in the dark robes was blackened and went away.

"Hey, Master Chen please come with me."

Ji Yunyou saw the old man in the dark robes being mad, biting his teeth, but with helpless Ye Chenfeng, he came to the small courtyard where Ji Yanzhen lived.

"Good medicinal taste."

Into the small courtyard, Ye Chenfeng smelled the smell of medicine in the air. When he pushed the door into the house, he saw it soaked in a huge medicine, his body was a little thin, his face was transparent. Ji Yanzheng, who is dying of gas.

"Cloud Tour, is this?"

When I heard the movement, Ji Yanzheng, who was soaked in the medicine bucket, slowly opened his eyes. When he saw the morning air blowing through the tender atmosphere, he asked.

"Father, this is the morning master who saved Bai Lao." Ji Yunyou introduced, but in his heart, he is not optimistic about Ye Chenfeng.

"I didn't think the morning master was so young." Ji Yanzheng smiled and said.

"Age does not mean everything." Ye Chenfeng walked directly to the medicine bucket and ordered: "Give me the hand."

After hearing the tone of Ye Chenfeng’s command, Ji Yanzheng looked at it for a long time, and no one spoke to him in this tone.

"Grandpa, I believe that Master Chen, he will certainly cure you." Ji Zhizheng, who has been slow to move, Ji Dianxue said.

"Who told you that I will be cured, maybe I will be worse and worse." Ye Chenfeng said coldly.

When I heard the reprimand of Ye Chenfeng, Ji Poixue suddenly smashed, showing the color of grievances, and wondering why he was so hostile to himself.

"Haha, you are really interesting, then I will give you this old bone." Ji Yanzheng glanced at Ji Li Xue, who was full of grievances, and handed his slightly thin arms to him. Ye Chenfeng.

"Well, how can your injury be so heavy? The flesh and blood of the whole body is almost necrotic."

When Ye Chenfeng was the symbol of Ji Yanzheng, he found that his physical injury was more serious than he had imagined. The old wound that continued to recur, almost ruined his flesh and blood and eroded his vitality.

"Hey, it’s hard to say a word. I don’t know if there is a way for my doctor to delay my condition?"

Ji Yanzheng is very familiar with his physical condition. He does not expect to heal. He only wants to delay the illness and help Jijia to cross the most difficult period.

"It is not difficult to delay your condition, but the cure may be a little troublesome, but... there is no way." Ye Chenfeng said slowly while searching for the memory.

"Really, I really have hope for recovery."

When I heard Ye Chenfeng’s words, Ji Yanzhen’s brows screamed, and the turbid eyes shot out the light.

"I hope, but I need to think about it." Ye Chenfeng nodded and said.

"Morning Master, if you can really cure your father, you will be my friend of Ji family forever." Ji Yunyou said with a little excitement.

Ji Yanzheng is too important for the meaning of the Ji family. If he has an accident, the Ji family will be devastated.

"I am not interested in being a friend of your family, I am coming for the reward." Ye Chenfeng whispered.

"Morning Master, as long as you can delay my condition and let it stop for a short time, my Ji family will offer you a choice of two treasures. If you can heal me, those rewards will be given to you. "Ji Yanzheng promised in public."

"Good!"

Ye Chenfeng nodded, and promised, took out the silver needle that he carried with him, and prepared to treat Ji Zhengzheng with a needle.