My wife is a sword god

Chapter 50 Tianyuan Nei Jing
In Jinyang City, in the City Lord's Mansion, in a dark room, Qian Puppet wearing a red ghost mask suddenly shuddered.

He seemed to have sensed something, and turned his head to look at his right hand. The palm fell off for no reason, fell to the ground, and turned into a pool of carrion, exuding a pungent smell.

"In this small city of Jinyang, there are actually such masters. It seems that the people and things we are looking for are likely to be here.

Unexpectedly, I ate a few people casually, and there is such an unexpected joy." A cold voice came out from under the red ghost's face.

At this moment, hurried footsteps came from outside the house, and Ye Heng, the city lord, was sweating profusely: "My lord, it's too bad, one of the three puppet corpses you gave me earlier was following Qin Feng, and I didn't know Why, it suddenly disappeared out of thin air."

"Where did it disappear?" Qian Puppet asked.

"Outside a library named Tingyuxuan in the city, Qin Feng often goes there to study." Ye Heng answered truthfully.

Qian Puppet heard the words, didn't say much, but said lightly: "Thank you for your hard work."

"It's my honor to be able to share your worries." Ye Heng replied respectfully.

As soon as the words fell, I saw several long hands of carrion sticking out from the bottom of Qiangu's right arm sleeve. In the blink of an eye, they were wrapped around Ye Heng's neck, and the wrapping became tighter and tighter!

"My lord, why is this?" Ye Heng's face was flushed and he had trouble breathing. He didn't understand why the other party suddenly attacked him when he had done nothing wrong.

"Sorry, I have some things I want to know, but I still think it's better to check it myself than to listen to you."

With a click, Ye Heng tilted his head and died completely, the flesh and blood on his body was continuously sucked by the long hands, and Qian Puppet's right palm re-condensed again.

Not long after, a puddle of human skin remained on the ground.

Thousand Puppet's long gray hair fluttered, and the underside of the ghost's face trembled violently. It took a long time for him to calm down. He seemed to have digested Ye Heng's memory, and sneered: "Those old foxes from Fengtian City."

Looking at the human skin on the ground, Qian Puppet snapped his fingers, and behind his wide black and white robe, there was a piece of flesh wriggling, falling to the ground, and slowly crawling into the human skin.

After a while, a vivid city lord appeared before his eyes again.

"Go." Qian Puppet ordered.

"Ye Heng" cupped his fists, turned and left.

At the same time, on the half way from Fengtian City to Jinyang City, several mountain woodcutters did not take the usual way in order to cut firewood on the mountain.

One person suddenly pointed to the edge of the woods and said in surprise: "Look, everyone, what is that on the ground?"

A few people were curious and went forward, only to see clothes all over the floor, at least a dozen or so, but not a single person.

Pata!

One person stepped on a hard object, looked down, and saw that it was a white bone, and the surrounding of the white bone was still stained with some dark red minced meat.

"This, this is not a human bone, is it?!" The man screamed in fright.

Given the weird environment at the scene, it is not difficult to guess that the owners of these clothes must have encountered terrible things while they were on their way, and ended up with no bones left.

Several people were so frightened that their faces turned pale, and they rushed to the house as if they were fleeing, but they couldn't care less about chopping firewood.

However, Tang Hongyun in Fengtian City would never have thought that the killer he sent would die on the way before reaching Jinyang City.

At night, Qin Mansion, Huting.

Today's Lan Ningshuang is different from the past. She holds the hilt of the sword in her right hand, her expression is tangled, and she hesitates to speak.

"What's wrong?" Liu Jianli asked lightly, feeling the fluctuating state of mind of the sword servant beside him.

"Miss, can you guide me to practice?" Lan Ningshuang took a deep breath, made up her mind, and said these words.

"Why?"

"I want to protect my uncle, but with my current ability, I can't do it at all." The tone was aggrieved.

Liu Jianli didn't respond, she seemed to be thinking about something.

After an unknown amount of time, a fish jumped out of the lake and splashed water, breaking the tranquility.

The sword box trembled slightly.

"Draw the sword."

"Okay, miss." Lan Ningshuang looked excited.

The wind blew up and the silver light fell on the blade.

The Huting tonight is destined to not be peaceful, and it will be the same in the future.

Three days, whether it is long or not, is not short.

Qin Feng was listening to the fourth floor of Yuxuan, and watched it day and night for three days and three nights, completely forgetting the passage of time.

It sounds like Yuxuan is really amazing. With each level up, the types and quantities of books increase, and the quality becomes higher and higher.

Moreover, Qin Feng was pleasantly surprised to find that in a medical book "Tian Yuan Nei Jing" on the fourth floor, there was actually a theory about repairing damaged meridians.

However, after he finished reading the entire medical book, he didn't seem too excited, but rather depressed.

The more you know, the more you will be disappointed. No wonder there are so many famous doctors in Fengtian City, no one can cure Liu Jianli's injury, because it is really difficult to reach the sky!

There are many difficulties raised in medical books, among which two are the most difficult.

First, the medicinal materials needed for the medicinal solution for repairing the meridians are all rare in the world, and the time and financial resources required to collect them are unimaginable for ordinary people.

Second, the meridians are intricate, and the slender ones may be like hair. If you want to repair all the damaged meridians, you must reset and connect the meridians one by one, and then use the silver needles to stain the medicinal liquid and touch the broken meridians to repair them.

And once there is a slight mistake, the meridian is connected incorrectly, or the meridian is punctured, the consequences will be disastrous.

"The first point is not bad. After all, behind Liu Jianli is the Liu family, which holds a very important position in the Dagan. As long as Mr. Liu speaks, the imperial capital will definitely search for the medicinal materials needed.

The key is the second point." Qin Feng frowned.

How can it be possible to reset the hundreds of intricately wound meridians one by one while being unable to see the meridians?
Among other things, it is an impossible task to untie the entangled meridians carefully, unless someone can see through the flesh and blood.
"Huh?" Qin Feng was taken aback for a moment, then his eyes lit up.

The authorities are obsessed with the onlookers, am I the one-in-a-thousand man who can see through!

Thinking of this, Qin Feng looked excited. After all, he had seen a glimmer of hope!

However, this matter cannot be carried out rashly, after all, he has no experience in treating diseases and saving lives.

Although the damaged meridian can be seen, if the skill of the hand is poor, one of them can't hold it firmly, piercing the meridian and killing Liu Jianli.
Presumably, Mr. Liu from the Liu family in the imperial capital will bring the army of the Marquis of God to conquer the Qin Mansion.

Qin Feng imagined that scene for a while, and couldn't help shivering.

"Perhaps, I can learn to treat diseases and save lives according to the contents of medical books, and after I have accumulated enough experience, I can think of a way to heal Liu Jianli's injury."

Just as Qin Feng was thinking, the literary energy in the "Tian Yuan Nei Jing" suddenly poured into his body, and his consciousness was also brought into the sea of ​​gods.

Qin Feng was startled at first, and then filled with excitement. If he remembered correctly, when the "Chao Wen Jing" taught literary skills Haotian Jing, it was just like it is now!

(End of this chapter)