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Volume 5: The Eight Parts of Tianlong Chapter 392: Take Action

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    Chapter 392 Take action

    "Your Majesty!" The old Taoist priest was shocked and turned pale. He ignored the blood all over his body and floated forward to support Zhe Zong, pressing his palms on his vest.

    He was just about to exercise his skills and recuperate when he was suddenly patted on the back. He turned around and saw the old man who had been following Zhe Zong - Mr. Dong.

    "I'll do it!" Mr. Dong said solemnly, pushing his palms away, pressing his palms on Zhe Zong's vest, closing his eyes, and began to perform exercises to heal his injuries.

    The old Taoist priest let go of his hand and said in a deep voice: "It's a conflict between two mental methods. Be careful. Your Majesty's body cannot bear any damage now."

    He knew that Mr. Dong was an absolute confidant of the official family and was more considerate than himself.

    Mr. Dong opened his eyes, nodded to him, and closed his eyes again. After a while, white steam steamed from the top of his head, like a steamer on a boil.

    The other five elders looked at each other, and one of them stood up in front of the bed, went behind Mr. Dong, slowly stretched out his palm, and gently put his thin left hand on his vest.

    Mr. Dong's body trembled and returned to normal. The white air on his head gradually disappeared.

    After about a cup of tea, Zhezong suddenly raised his head again and sprayed out a bloody arrow. His face suddenly turned as white as paper.

    There was no color on his face. Mr. Dong opened his eyes, still pressing Zhezong's back with his palms, and said in a deep voice: "No, the mental power in your Majesty's body is strange. If you withdraw your power, it will start to work again!"

    At this time, Zhe Zong stood upright, his eyes were slightly closed, and he was sitting cross-legged. His appearance was solemn, and he did not appear to be weak at all from vomiting blood. Instead, he was full of energy.

    If you hadn¡¯t seen it with your own eyes, it would be hard to believe that he just sprayed two bloody arrows.

    The old Taoist priest pressed Zhe Zong's wrist, checked his pulse, let go of his hand, and whispered: "This mental method is strange, and it conflicts with the original mental method. What should I do?!"

    While he was talking, Zhezong suddenly shuddered again, spurted out a mouthful of hot blood, turned a little pale, and suddenly fell down.

    "Your Majesty!" Mr. Dong and the old Taoist priest shouted in surprise.

    He hurriedly removed his palm, put Zhezong down, and lay flat on the couch. In a moment, Zhezong's face was as pale as paper, his breath was weak, like a gossamer, and he seemed to be about to die. He had passed out and was unconscious.

    Everyone looked at each other, looking at each other, not knowing what to do.

    "We have to invite the imperial doctor over quickly!" Mr. Dong said solemnly, and shouted loudly: "Eunuch Cheng!"

    "My servant is here!" Eunuch Cheng pushed the door open and came closer. Seeing that Zhe Zong was unconscious, he was frightened and shouted hurriedly: "Your Majesty!"

    "Don't make any noise!" Mr. Dong said solemnly with a cold face: "Go and call Zhang Songtao over quickly!  And please come to the Queen Mother too!"

    "Yes!" Eunuch Cheng nodded tremblingly, his eyes fixed on Zhe Zong, feeling a little lost.

    Mr. Dong hummed in a deep voice: "Why are you panicking? Go quickly!"

    "Yes, Mr. Dong!" Eunuch Cheng responded, hurriedly turned around and left Yanfu Hall, and disappeared into the distance with brisk steps.

    "Mr. Dong, tell Xiao Guanlan quickly!" The old Taoist priest frowned and said to Mr. Dong in a deep voice.

    Dong Laoshuang raised his eyebrows, showing a contemplative attitude. He pondered for a moment and nodded slowly: "Not bad! I still have to invite him to come and take a look!"

    After saying that, he took out a cup of golden brand from his arms and handed it to an old man behind him: "Mr. Zhang, could you please go to the Xiao Mansion and ask Mr. Xiao to come over in person!"

    "Okay!" The old man in Yaoguang's seat nodded, took the gold medal, turned around and left.

    He was just about to walk out of the hall when suddenly a clear and clear voice sounded: "Thank you for your thanks. I came uninvited."

    People hurriedly turned around to look, and saw a person standing in the southwest corner of the hall, wearing a fluttering green shirt. He had an ordinary appearance, but his face was like a crown jade, warm and radiant, as if there was a gleam of light flowing endlessly under his skin.

    "Mr. Xiao!" Mr. Dong turned around and said hurriedly: "You're just in time, come and see the official house!"

    Xiao Yuesheng gently nodded, took a step forward, appeared in front of the bed, put his palm on Zhe Zong's wrist, pondered for a moment, and sighed softly.

    The old Taoist priest looked him up and down and nodded secretly. He had underestimated him before, but he didn't expect that there were dragons and snakes in the grass. Mr. Xiao's cultivation was so advanced that he couldn't see clearly.

    The other five major worshipers glanced at him and looked away as if nothing had happened.

    But in my heart, I was surprised that when Mr. Xiao appeared, there was no sign or sound at all. It was silent and unknowingly. If it was a sneak attack, it would have been successful.

    "Mr. Dong, I'll come," Xiao Yuesheng said.

    Mr. Dong nodded hurriedly, got off the couch, and moved his seat. Xiao Yuesheng got on the couch, sat behind Zhe Zong, helped him up, and put his hands on his back. Mr. Dong stood aside and stared at him nervously.

    "Mr. Xiao, officialWhat happened?  "He asked puzzledly.

    Just now, he pressed his palm in Zhezong's back to help him relieve the meridians and suppress the aircraft, but he always felt inexplicable, as if there was a kind of mind rooted in the official home.

    This set of mental methods is mysterious and abnormal. It does not need to be run, it will flow by itself. As soon as you remove the internal force, it will continue to run.

    Xiao Yuesheng smiled: "It's nothing serious, it's just a conflict of qi. The official's cultivation is not weak, so he suffered some internal injuries."

    "The officials are weak" the old Taoist priest said hurriedly.

    Xiao Yuesheng nodded and smiled: "Don't worry, Imperial Master, I will take care of it."

    "Mr. Xiao recognizes Pindao?!" The old Taoist priest was surprised.

    Xiao Yuesheng put his hand on Zhe Zong and said with a smile: "I have admired you for a long time, the great master of the country. I am finally able to see you today. I am very lucky!"

    The old Taoist priest waved his hand: "It's just a false reputation, not worth mentioning!  If the poor Taoist has good eyesight, is Mr. Xiao also a Taoist?"

    Xiao Yuesheng nodded slightly: "The Imperial Master has good eyesight, I will start with Wu and seek the great road of heaven and earth. It's just a little too small."

    The old Taoist priest nodded: "Wuliangjian is also a Taoist sect, and Mr. Xiao is the master of Wuliangjian. He is really better than his master!"

    As he spoke, Xiao Yuesheng suddenly raised his wrist. Zhezong shuddered and vomited another mouthful of blood.
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