Way of Choices

"Using Holy Light to stop bleeding and build muscles, and then use no dust to calm down, is that enough? There are so many turbulent True Yuan groups in the meridians of these two people. If you don’t want to clean up, this When I wake up, I am afraid that Cultivation Practice will reduce 30%. Some people think that if they just learn some methods, they can cure illnesses and save people. This is really inappropriate."

Chen Changsheng said to himself while handling the needle like wind.

Folding his sleeves, he looked at him condescendingly and said, "You can replace some of the words in the previous sentence with her."

After finishing his work, Chen Changsheng stood up and watched him explain seriously: "I am not comparing her with her."

Folded sleeves said seriously: "I don't believe it."

Chen Changsheng felt that his face was a little hot and stopped talking, preparing to wake up the two southern practitioners and let them go to the riverside to meet other people.

At this moment, he saw something painted on the ground beside the campfire. After careful identification, he realized that it was a road map and a simple line of words.

The writing is pretty good.

He said silently in his heart.

"She asked them to go to Panshanlin, and it seemed that there were many people gathering there."

Folded sleeves looked at him and asked, "Shall we go?"

Without thinking, Chen Changsheng said directly, "No."

Folded sleeves asked: "Why?"

"I... there are things to do... there are many people... waiting for me to heal... Okay."

Chen Changsheng stood up and was silent for a long time. He was embarrassed and said, "I'm not ready yet."

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The white sacrifice suit is particularly eye-catching in the night. If it is in a folk street, it may be scary, but in the eyes of the practitioners, this white sacrifice suit is like the fireworks with the special marks of Thirteen Divisions and Mount Everest. Similarly, it represents the end of hope and pain in living.

Along the way, the girl had heard two cries full of surprises and tears, so when she saw the practitioners by the campfire under the grass **** behave so calmly, she was a little bit uncomfortable for a while. Only then did she understand why this was, the original practitioner was meditating.

She came closer and found that the practitioner's wound had been bandaged. From the perspective of the injury and the method of bandaging, it should not be her own treatment. She was about to turn around and leave, but remembering something, she squatted down again, reached out to untie the bandages, and observed the wound inside.

The practitioner’s wound should have been hit by some kind of magical tool from the Zongsi place. There were still some residues of Zongsi’s magic device commonly known as star dust on the skin around the wound, but the star dust in the wound was The wounded man was very clean and the wound was handled very well, but it was stitched in one place with some kind of thread.

The girl thought that the wounded man was really brave. Although there are relevant records in Daozang and the Pharmacopoeia, no one has done so for many years.

There should be no problem with trauma. She is more concerned with the problems in the meridians. Being injured by a magic weapon and being injured by a sword are two concepts. A sword hurts its body, and its quality hurts. The magic weapon in the practice world is not like a sword. With a sharp edge, the lethality is mainly reflected in the damage to the internal organs of the practitioners, especially the meridians.

After the trauma was cured, this practitioner had been meditating, and maybe even had a problem with the sea.

Her fingers rested on the practitioner's veins, slowly entering a pure truth.

Affected by this true element, the practitioner woke up from a state of meditation and looked at the young girl close by, startled, and subconsciously shot.

The Zhou Garden, where the cruel rules were set by the saints, is indeed a good place for human practitioners to sharpen their motivation and improve their combat capabilities.

The young girl ignored everything and said, "Don't move, don't say, close your eyes."

The practitioner didn't know her, at least she didn't know her at this time, somehow, listening to her voice like a clear spring, but she felt extremely trusting, subconsciously relaxed, and closed her eyes again.

After a moment, the girl stood up.

She did not stay any longer and went far into the night.

The campfire pulled her shadow a bit long.

The practitioner woke up again and looked at her back, feeling a little sad.

A glance at the previous, he saw a beautiful but ordinary, easy to forget face.

Why at this time, he looked at the back of the girl, but he felt a little thrilling?

The girl's mood at this time is also a bit sad.

The practitioner's meridians were very smooth, and the shocks and blockages left by the ancestral rituals were completely resolved.

Of the hundreds of practitioners in Zhou Yuan, who is the best at medical skills?

Who is best at this method? Who can make such a subtle correction to the practitioner's meridian when he is in the quiet world?

Unlike Chen Changsheng, she immediately thought of who the person was.

It's still useful.

She pondered silently in her heart.

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Listening to the sound of water, she came to the bank of the stream, looked at the campfire, and found that two of them knew each other.

Seeing her, the two girls were very surprised.

A look of awe appeared in Ye Xiaolian's eyes, and Sister Tong smiled with peace of mind.

Anything can be changed, only her eyes can’t be changed, and she didn’t deliberately change at this time, so the same door recognized her identity.

She shook her head, Ye Xiaolian and Sister Dong understood, and said nothing.

She went to Qingxuguan's side, untied his bandage, looked at it, and raised her eyebrows slowly.

"He ruled?"

She looked at Sister Tong and asked.

Sister Tong was practicing with her in Nanxizhai, and naturally knew what happened between her and Chen Changsheng, and at a time did not know the meaning of her questioning.

"I think there is still some use for it. Who knows how to treat it so badly, he only cured the sword wound outside, and the blood inside is still bleeding, does he ignore it?"

I don't know why, the girl gets angry more and more.

Qingxuanguan was very weak at this time, and he did not know what was happening at all. His disciples were even more confused. He just looked at the attitudes of the two disciples of Saint Maiden, knowing that the coming person would certainly not offend.

The girl stretched out her right hand and flicked his chest and abdomen across the air, and saw a holy light falling from her palm.

No matter how remote the Qingxu concept is, it is just a side of the state religion.

He immediately moved, more and more confirmed that the girl is a great man of the national education, eager to get up and meet.

The girl frowned slightly and knocked him out.

The disciples who looked down on the subject and looked down on the subject dared to stand aside, not daring to speak, let alone do anything.

After learning some medical techniques from Jidao people, they thought they could cure all the people in the world? Don't even think about it, are practitioners the same as ordinary people? Is sword wound and wind chill the same thing?

The girl was annoyed by these things and looked at Sister Tong: "When will he come back?"

Sister Tong calculated the time, not far from Chen Changsheng's good time, and said, "It should be soon."

The girl was startled, and got up and walked into the night.

Sister Tong asked: "Aren't you waiting for him?"

The girl didn't answer this sentence, but passed away quietly, startling a few night birds in the forest.

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