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- Chapter 71 Wound Medicine
"Yushu, study the ink." Xiao Yuesheng looked at the scroll and ordered.
He Yushu agreed softly, walked to him, brought a gust of fragrant wind, stretched out her hand to gently rub the ink, her movements were soft and elegant.
After she put it down, Xiao Yuesheng pulled out a piece of plain paper, put it on the paperweight, picked up the purple brush, and used it with one swipe.
He removed the paperweight, picked up the plain paper, blew lightly, and sent it to He Yushu: "Your internal strength is too weak, take this and practice hard."
He Yushu was surprised and stretched out her hand to take it. What she saw was an oral formula, a few sentences, and the top few words "Turtle and Snake Subduing Qi Jue".
Xiao Yuesheng said: "This set of tips is just a supplement. It should focus on practicing the Ziyang Sutra. It will be beneficial to practice this trick every day before going to bed."
He Yushu nodded hurriedly and lowered her head: "Thank you, Master."
Xiao Yuesheng waved his hand: "Don't spread the word to outsiders, go out first!"
"Yes!" He Yushu folded the note carefully, put it in her arms, exited gently, closed the door, went downstairs, and couldn't wait to go back.
Xiao Yuesheng listened to her footsteps fading away, shook his head and smiled, and continued to pick up the book and read.
Holding the book in his hand, thoughts were racing in his mind.
In the afternoon, the disciples of the Ziyang Sword Sect came to the east end of the valley and entered the Qunxian Garden.
This is the burial place for the disciples of the Ziyang Sword Sect of all generations. Each disciple was turned into ashes after death and buried in the garden. Each disciple's life story and martial arts ranking are recorded.
Everyone placed Li Mo¡¯s head in front of the former head¡¯s tomb and paid homage to his spirit in heaven.
After coming out of Qunxian Garden, the disciples' spirits changed drastically. They looked at Xiao Yuesheng with eyes filled with reverence and admiration.
After returning from the memorial ceremony, Xiao Yuesheng went directly back to his study to sit quietly and practice martial arts. He had a murderous intention and needed to be calmed down to avoid being upset and impairing his mental state and cultivation.
The next morning, when Xiao Yuesheng woke up, he opened the window and looked down, and saw Hu Fei competing with others on the martial arts field.
The people competing were Fan Qingyun and Hu Fei.
The two of them were fighting fiercely, one using swords and the other using swords. The swords and swords were going back and forth, and the fight was very exciting. The disciples nearby gathered around and cheered.
Xiao Yuesheng shook his head. Brother Hu Fei was young, but his sword skills were extraordinary. The family sword skills he practiced were definitely not ordinary sword skills. Elder Fan suffered a lot.
Fan Qingyun has exquisite swordsmanship and is deeply immersed in Ziyang swordsmanship. He has always regarded himself very highly. Seeing that the master was favoring Hu Fei, he was secretly dissatisfied. In the early morning, he invited him to come and have a discussion.
"Elder Fan, how about we give up?" Hu Fei said sincerely with a slash of his sword, blocking the long sword.
Fan Qingyun¡¯s face glowed red and he shouted excitedly: ¡°Young Master Hu is so good with the sword! He is indeed worthy of the master¡¯s attention!¡±
He drew his sword very quickly. In just one sentence, more than ten swords were thrust out, piercing Hu Fei's chest, shoulders, arms, and eyes.
Hu Fei had a wry smile on his face. This fight was really not good. With so many people watching, wouldn't it be a loss of harmony if he lost Elder Fan?
????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? was a jingle, and the swords were clashing, and he used the Hu family's sharp knives, and the two of them clashed their knives against their sharp swords, and the sound was like a string of jade beads rolling down a jade plate.
"Young Master Hu, don't be polite, just use all your skills. We can compete with each other based on our real skills. There is no need to make false claims!" Fan Qingyun said with a big smile.
Everyone around them was sweating for the two of them. The swords were so fast. If one missed, they would hurt the other.
?????????????????????????????????????????????????????????OUT out of the gate, one is the elder of the Dark Sword in the sect, and the other is a friend of the leader. No matter which one is injured, it will be bad.
"Brother Hu, come here!" Xiao Yuesheng's voice vibrated in the air and enveloped the entire martial arts training ground. He said it from the window.
Everyone turned their heads and saw him standing at the window. They all knelt down and saluted, shouting loudly: "See the leader!"
Xiao Yuesheng stood at the window, waved his hand, and said calmly: "Get up, everyone, practice your skills. Don't pay attention to me."
His voice was calm and calm, and everyone heard it as if the master was speaking in their ears, clear, round, and majestic.
Hearing what he said, Hu Fei felt as if he had been granted amnesty. He hurriedly jumped out of the circle and shouted: "Elder Fan, let's fight again in the future. The Taoist Priest greets me!"
"Well, let's fight another day!" Fan Qingyun saw the leader's exit. He would not change his orders and pester Hu Fei again, so he could only say sadly.
"Another day, another day!" Hu Fei said hurriedly, and after cupping his fists, he bowed to everyone, turned around and left.
Tang Zhengfeng stood with his hands behind his back, watching Hu Fei's disappearing figure, and turned to face the excited and uncontrollable figure.Qingyun hummed: "Sixth Junior Brother, you are no match for him."
"Of course I know, I just want to see his sword skills." Fan Qingyun nodded and chuckled.
Tang Zhengfeng frowned and waved his hands to the disciples. They immediately dispersed and returned to their positions to start practicing.
Tang Zhengfeng lowered his voice and hummed in a deep voice: "Sixth Junior Brother, if you are defeated by him, how will you lose face in front of the disciples?!"
Fan Qingyun said nonchalantly: "He is a friend of the leader. Although he is young, his sword skills are as powerful as the leader. What is there to be ashamed of?"
Tang Zhengfeng glanced at him and snorted coldly: "How can there be so many talented people in the world, and a leader like this is hard to come by in a hundred years!"
Fan Qingyun kept nodding his head: "Okay, okay, Second Senior Brother, let them start fighting!"
"Yeah." Tang Zhengfeng glared at him again.
With the order given, the disciples began to fight. Each of the five halls formed a team, and the five teams of people fought together in full swing on the martial arts training ground.
That evening, the sun set in the west and the sky was filled with burning clouds.
Xiao Yuesheng was practicing in the house, sitting cross-legged on the couch, making seals with his fingers, slightly closing his eyes, looking solemn and motionless.
Beside him, six jade pendants were placed in specific directions, exuding a warm luster, as if spring water was flowing in the jade pendants.
Suddenly, he frowned, slowly opened his eyes, and said: "Yushu!"
He Yushu was in the opposite room. When she heard Xiao Yuesheng¡¯s cry, she hurriedly came to the study and Nana walked up to him and said, ¡°Master.¡±
Xiao Yuesheng took out a porcelain bottle from his arms and brought it to her: "Give it to Elder Tang. It will be a healing medicine."
"Yes." He Yushu nodded softly, took it with both hands, put it in her arms, stepped back slightly, closed the door, and walked out.
With light feet, she performed Qing Kung, walked out of the leadership building, and walked along the bluestone road towards the martial arts training ground. At this time, Elder Tang should be there.
She practiced the Turtle and Snake Subduing Qi Technique, and her internal energy improved very quickly. Within a few days, she felt that her internal energy had increased a lot, and her light skills became more and more agile and silent.
After a while, she found Tang Zhengfeng on the martial arts training ground.
Tang Zhengfeng was instructing a disciple on swordsmanship. He held hands and explained carefully with a focused and serious expression. But the disciple was so frightened that he didn't really listen.
"Elder Tang!" He Yushu walked closer, bowed and called out softly.
Tang Zhengfeng turned around and looked, his brows still furrowed, but a smile appeared on his face: "It's Yushu, what are the orders from the master?"
He Yushu is now the person next to the leader, so she cannot neglect her. Otherwise, it will be disrespectful to the leader.
He Yushu took out a porcelain vase from her arms, which was the one Xiao Yuesheng gave her just now, and said softly: "The master asked me to send it here, saying it is medicine for healing."
Tang Zhengfeng looked at her doubtfully and took it with both hands.
He Yushu shook her head and said softly: "The master didn't say anything more, I just told you this Disciple takes leave!"
Tang Zhengfeng nodded, with doubts on his face, and sent her away.
He Yushu just took two steps when she suddenly stopped and turned her head to look in the direction of the valley.
Tang Zhengfeng also looked over, his face suddenly darkened, like a piece of ice, and He Yushu felt cold all over.
Several people ran in, two people ran in front, four people carried a stretcher, carrying two people on it, and two more people followed closely behind.
As they hurried forward, when they saw Tang Zhengfeng, a disciple shouted loudly: "Elder Tang, Senior Brother Song and the others are injured!"
Tang Zhengfeng strode quickly towards the stretcher and saw two people lying on their backs, their chests wrapped in white cloth, their faces as pale as paper, and they were dying, as if they were about to die.
He hurriedly stepped forward to touch his palms, touched their pulses with his right hand, and moved his left hand to the other one. Finally, he still shook his head and sighed deeply, his face frighteningly gloomy.
A young man fell to his knees with a bang, straightened up, and then kowtowed to his head and said: "Elder Tang, you must save them, save them!"
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