Fang Lin looked at Hou Xiashi kneeling on the ground, smiled bitterly, and said, "Old sir, why are you doing this?"
Although his medical skills are unparalleled in the immortal world, it would be too exaggerated for Hou Xiashi to kneel down and become his disciple in front of everyone.
What's more, no matter how good his medical skills are, he can't let an old man who is hundreds of years old call him master, right?
However, Hou Xiashi didn't listen at all!
He blew his beard and said: "Master Fang, what you just used was the Nine-turn Ghost Shadow Needle?"
When Fang Lin heard this, he couldn't help but be stunned.
This acupuncture method is indeed the Nine-turn Ghost Needle.
However, this is the inheritance he received from Blue Star. How come there are still people in this fairy world who know it?
Seeing that Fang Lin did not deny it, Hou Xiashi knew that he had guessed correctly, and he quickly continued: "The Nine-turn Ghost Shadow Needle is an undisclosed secret of the Emperor's Scripture Sect. Mr. Fang must be the successor of the Emperor's Scripture Sect in this life!"
On the side, Du Qianhong's eyes turned red just like his name.
He didn't know how powerful Fang Lin was, but he had already known about the Imperial School of Medical Skills.
Unexpected!
Unexpected!
This small Immortal Martial City actually hides the descendants of the Emperor Jing Sect.
In vain, he dared to call himself Hua Tuo, the reincarnation of Xianwucheng. In front of Fang Lin, it was just a joke!
Only Fang Lin couldn't help but be a little confused when he heard this.
He didn't even know what the Imperial Scripture Sect was, so why did he become the only successor?
"really!"
Wan Qingshan felt relieved when he heard Hou Xiashi's words.
Even Hou Xia Shi said this, and there is a high probability of Fang Lin’s identity!
"You two, please get up!"
Fang Lin had no choice but to say: "If you want to learn medical skills, you can just ask me. Forget it about accepting apprentices!"
Hou Xiashi and Du Qianhong were stunned when they heard this.
How could this Fang Lin pass on his medical skills to them so easily and not accept any disciples?
Not to mention that there is only one descendant of the Imperial Classic Sect in each life, even today's medical skills are very strict with the sect, just like a practicing sect, they will not be taught casually.
How come when you get to Fang Lin, you only teach people but don’t accept disciples?
Weird! Weird!
Seeing the doubtful looks on their faces, Fang Lin didn't say anything. He took out a pen, ink, paper and inkstone, drew his bow from left to right, wrote down some medical experience, and threw it to the two of them.
"Master Fang, even if you are fooling us, you don't have to be so casual, right?"
Du Qianhong held the paper in her hand, dumbfounded, and started reading it casually.
It doesn't matter if you look at it, you will sink into the ocean of medical skills and find it difficult to extricate yourself.
Although Fang Lin wrote it on the spot, the medical principles in it are obscure and difficult to understand.
As for Hou Xiashi, he had a unique vision and had already been involved in it before Du Qianhong.
After taking care of the two old boys, Fang Lin asked the Zhang family to carry them out and at the same time closed the door so that Le Wenyao could have a good rest.
"Mr. Fang, you have been busy all day, why don't you go take a rest and leave this place to us!"
The head of the Zhang family stepped forward and suggested this.
At this time, the sky was already slightly bright.
It has been a full day since Fang Lin led his troops to attack the Xiao family.
During this day, Fang Lin stayed awake and did not take a moment's rest. In addition, the nine-turn ghost acupuncture technique just now pulled Le Wenyao's life back from the hands of the King of Hell, which was extremely draining.
At this time, his face was already pale.
However, Fang Lin shook his head.
He randomly stuffed a blood-restoring pill into his mouth, and his complexion instantly improved a lot.
This scene made the head of the Zhang family envious.
This intermediate blood-restoring pill is a good thing for cultivators.
Eat one during battle,
It can instantly recover 30% to 40% of the strength, and when it reaches a deadlock, it can make a difference.
Ordinary practitioners would simply be reluctant to use it.
But Fang Lin is different. As an intermediate alchemist, he can have as much as he wants, and he can eat it whenever he wants.
"Master Zhang, go handle the family affairs and leave this to me!"
Fang Lin let the head of the Zhang family leave on his own, leaned against the door, and slowly closed his eyes.
Before Le Wenyao woke up, he personally checked here so that no one could disturb Le Wenyao's rest.
However, staying awake all day and night consumed him greatly.
Even though the fairy spirit in his body had recovered a lot due to the blood-restoring pill, he still looked extremely tired.
"Ouch!"
At this time, Xiaohu came to his side.
He rubbed Fang Lin's body and sat down slowly.
Relying on such a big furry guy, Fang Lin, who closed his eyes, couldn't help but think of the soft bed on Blue Star.
With Xiaohu around, he didn't worry about anyone disturbing him and fell into a deep sleep without realizing it.
After Fang Lin fell asleep, he poked his head out to attract wealth.
He glanced at the little tiger next to him, his vertical pupils flickered a few times, and said to himself: "This big cat can be considered my brother, how can he do it with such a weak strength?"
Xiaohu rolled his eyes after hearing this.
However, in front of Zhao Cai, he did not have the ability to be arrogant.
The fortune-teller who lives in the Spiritual Void Realm is also the king and hegemon in the Chongxian Secret Realm. In Xiaohu's eyes, he is simply a god.
What can you do if you are angry?
Just bear with it!
Who can't beat myself?
However, after he finished talking about attracting wealth, a drop of blood essence spit out from his mouth and went directly into Xiaohu's eyebrows.
At that moment, Xiaohu's eyes turned red, as if a powerful force had been injected into him, and the blood all over his body was boiling.
"Hooo!"
He roared low, turned into a white light, and flew away from the Zhang family, heading straight out of the city.
Not long after, the sound of fighting of monster beasts could be heard from the forest outside the city.
The little tiger, which had absorbed the wealth-enhancing essence and blood, was killing on a killing spree to vent its energy.
At the same time, he was also undergoing transformation in this forest.
Purple air comes from the east, the sun rises from the east, and a new day has arrived.
For three days in a row, Fang Lin stood guard in front of Le Wenyao's door.
On this day, Le Wenyao slowly opened her eyes.
She looked around blankly, remembering the scene before she fell into coma, and couldn't help but touch her head.
"alright?"
Le Wenyao was momentarily lost and immediately laughed: "My brother must have come to save me!"
Outside the door, Fang Lin, who heard the sound, quickly opened the door and walked in.
When he saw Le Wenyao waking up safely, his anxious heart finally relaxed.
This time, Le Wenyao really escaped from the gate of hell!
"elder brother!"
Le Wenyao sat up from the bed with a smile on her face.
When Fang Lin saw this, he quickly told Le Wenyao not to move.
After all, the origin of the Dantian was injured. Although he woke up, his complexion was not very good and he needed to rest.
"Wenyao, it's all because of my brother's fault that you have suffered!"
Fang Lin held Le Wenyao in his arms and blamed himself.
If he could have come back earlier, maybe Le Wenyao would not have been so abused.
Fortunately, that beast Xiao Cheng has received the punishment he deserves.
Le Wenyao enjoyed the warmth in Fang Lin's arms, shook her head and said, "Brother, it's okay, I know you will definitely come to save me!"
At this time, Le Wenyao already knew that her inner alchemy was damaged.
However, she no longer cares.
As long as she could stay by Fang Lin's side, nothing else mattered to her.
