Reborn as Murong Fu: This time I am the protagonist

Chapter 249
A few days later, in a secret room in Yanziwu.

Although Xue Muhua was known as a miracle doctor in the outside world, at this time he could only obediently stand aside and help Master.

On the table, there are all kinds of medicinal materials and utensils. The most eye-catching thing is the large piece of ointment that is as crystal and moist as black jade in a porcelain plate, and there is a transparent short knife that is braving In the cold air, a thin layer of hoarfrost formed on every inch of the surrounding area.

A large pot of medicine was boiling on the fire, and all kinds of precious medicinal materials were thrown into it without money, and they were boiled for days and nights, just for that small bowl of medicine soup.

Su Xinghe picked up the cold knife and said in a deep voice, "Mr. Duan, I'll ask you one last time. It's too late to regret it now."

Duan Yanqing shook his head and said: "Duan has a useless body, you can do whatever you want, don't worry about it!"

Murong Fu put his hand on the back of Duan Yanqing's heart, and the traces of Beiming's true energy slowly poured into his body. If he hadn't absorbed Ding Chunqiu's decades of internal energy, it would be a bit distressing for him to have such misfortune. Go no return business.

Su Xinghe followed the meridian and gently cut open the flesh along the texture. The whole process was like a weaver girl embroidering, and not much blood flowed out. Murong Fu admired in his heart: If Senior Brother Su concentrates on studying medicine, how successful he would be! !

This pain of skin and flesh has long been unbearable for ordinary people, but Duan Yanqing didn't notice it without changing his face, only his clenched teeth showed the pain he was enduring now.

Murong Fu couldn't bear to watch it any longer, this kind of pain was not much different from Ling Chi's.

This is just an appetizer, when the broken bone is filled with medicine, the pain of stuffing the ointment into the bone marrow, Duan Yanqing almost fainted because of his concentration, he firmly grasped the stone platform with both hands, Ten deep holes were cut out of the solid marble.

When the whole process was completed, Duan Yanqing passed out directly.

This time, Duan Yanqing slept for a full five days, and Murong Fu almost thought that he would not be able to sleep for a long time.

"Brother Su, is this a success?"

Half a month later, Murong Fu asked.

Su Xinghe shook his head: "It takes a hundred days for an ordinary person to recover from injuries. How can you tell at this time? But Duan Yanqing's perseverance is really far beyond my imagination. A person with such great perseverance really It’s only seen in my life. Sigh, if he had broken legs, with his temperament, he should be a martial arts genius in this world, what a pity.”

Su Xinghe said so, but Murong Fu suddenly thought of a small detail.He remembered that the exercise route of Tianshan Liuyang Palm passed through many acupuncture points and tendons on the thigh.Therefore, in the original book, Li Qiushui cut off one of Child Elder's thighs, not only to vent his anger, but also to abolish his opponent's housekeeping skills.

And Duan Yanqing's failure to practice the authentic Yiyang finger was also due to his disabled legs.Is it a coincidence, or is there an inevitable connection between the two?
Looking back, the time when Xiaoyaozi stole the divine book from Dali's Changchun Valley was roughly the same as the time when Duan Siping, the founding king of Dali, founded the country, isn't it?
The more Murong Fu thought about it, the more evil he felt.

"Hey, I hope the old Duan can recover, otherwise it will be a waste of hard work!"

Murong Fu sighed.

"Actually, Senior Brother, Senior Brother has always wanted to ask you a question. Junior Brother's current glory and wealth are few people in this world can match, and he is also well-known all over the world. Do you just want to spend your whole life in Gusu?"

A mysterious smile hung on Su Xinghe's face.

Murong Fu's heart skipped a beat.

But at the next moment Su Xinghe laughed: "Brother was just joking with you, don't take it seriously."

After speaking, he turned and left, and when he walked to the end of the corridor, he said quietly: "After all, this Jianghu is a little small."

Murong Fu remained silent.

Time passed, and a month passed in the blink of an eye, and Duan Yanqing's legs gradually showed signs of recovery. Although I don't know how far they can recover, it seems that at least walking on feet will not be a problem in the future.

On this day, Murong Fuzhao used Beiming Zhenqi to warm and nourish Duan Yanqing's muscles and bones. Duan Yanqing said in a rare way: "Murong Fu, you helped me a lot this time, how do you want me to thank you?"

Murong Fuxin said: You are not Duan Zhengchun, you can marry me some beautiful girls.What can you thank me for?

Murong Fu said: "Whether you can keep these two legs is still up to you, don't talk about opening champagne at halftime."

Although Duan Yanqing didn't know what "opening champagne at halftime" meant, he roughly guessed what the other party meant, shook his head and said, "I know my own body best. During this time, I tried to run my blood energy. The leg is showing signs of recovery and should be back in a few months."

Murong Fu smiled and said: "Oh, congratulations to Prince Yanqing. It will be much more convenient to chase Duan Zhengchun with these legs in the future."

Duan Yanqing knew that Murong Fu was deliberately talking nonsense because he didn't want to make him feel guilty, but when did he, Duan Yanqing, ever owe someone such a big favor?
As early as when Murong Fu proposed to help him heal his leg, he had this idea, and now it is time to speak out.

Duan Yanqing said: "Your Mr. Murong definitely doesn't like ordinary thank you gifts. How about I give you a fortune?"

As soon as he talked about "great wealth", Murong Fu smiled softly: "You old man gave me the entire Dali Kingdom, which may be called a great wealth. Other than that, what else can you say is a great wealth?" What about wealth?"

This is not wrong at all, with the inheritance Wu Yazi left to him, plus the wealth of the Wang family and the Murong family, the current Murong Fu is truly a wealthy country.I really don't like ordinary little money.

Duan Yanqing did not speak, but stretched out three fingers and said, "How about this number?"

Murong Fu smiled and said, "3 taels of gold? That's a lot, enough to save for my retirement, hahaha."

Duan Yanqing did not speak.

"30 taels? Yes, Boss Duan, I don't see it, there is a way to make money."

Murong Fu's heartbeat accelerated slightly.

Duan Yanqing smiled disdainfully: "I have no experience, I'm talking about 300 million taels of gold!"

The room was silent for a long time, and Murong Fu asked cautiously, "Did you evacuate the treasury of Song Dynasty?"

No wonder Murong Fu reacted like this. After all, according to the exchange ratio of 400:[-], this is a huge sum of [-] million taels of silver, and the actual ratio of gold to silver will only be higher.

It can be said that this huge sum of money is the annual income of the national treasury in any dynasty, but the actual silver deposits are far less than this figure.

With the wealth of the Song Dynasty, there is still a fiscal deficit every year.If there was such a huge sum of money, even the emperor's son would have to shamelessly rob it.

(End of this chapter)