The First Thousand and Seventy-Seven Chapters Heal the Wound and Reset the Spirit Gathering Array

In the battle of life and death that night, Wang Feihu was seriously injured. Although the external injury was cured that night under the treatment of the healing talisman, the internal injury has not improved and has not healed yet.

Now that Huaxia's spiritual energy is exhausted, not every ancient martial arts master has so many natural materials and earthly treasures like Ling Yun.

Wang Feihu is just an ordinary ancient martial arts master at the peak of the innate fifth level, and he has stayed at this level for several years, and it is still difficult to break through, not because of anything else, but because of poverty.

The Xiantian realm is divided into three stages, which are subdivided into nine levels. The first to third level is the early innate stage; the fourth to sixth level is the middle innate stage; the seventh to ninth level is the late innate stage.

It can be said that as long as a cultivator can break through a stage, it is not difficult to reach the peak of this stage, the difference is only the amount of time it takes.

What is difficult is the breakthrough of each major stage, almost reaching the sky step by step.

For example, Qin Dongxue, with such strong aptitude and savvy, was still at the peak of the third level of innate before meeting Ling Yun, and it was difficult for him to make any progress.

Why? What a lack of panaceas!

Qin Dongxue is like this, let alone someone like Wang Feihu.

Otherwise, why would Wang Feihu, a congenital fifth-level peak master, bother to be attached to the Sun family, willing to be the guest of the Sun family, and to work for such a secular family?

"Acupuncture? Ling Shao, has your skill recovered?"

Wang Feihu stayed in Villa No. 1 for so many days, and he was exposed to it every day, so he naturally understood what Ling Yun meant by acupuncture.

"Well, it's almost recovered one or two times, and it's just a matter of time."

Ling Yun nodded without hiding anything, and said directly: "Come in, let's go to your room."

The two came to the guest room where Wang Feihu lived, Ling Yun didn't talk nonsense, let him sit cross-legged on the bed first, and motioned him to take off his shirt.

"Ahem..." Wang Feihu blushed, showing embarrassment.

Seeing this, Ling Yun laughed aloud: "A majestic innate master of ancient martial arts. Would it be embarrassing for this? I am healing your injuries, so be free and easy."

Ling Yunxin said,

If I really want to see you, I can see you through with a sweep of my divine sense, but unfortunately I don't have that hobby.

While speaking, with a thought, Ling Yun took out the food box that Zhongmei had prepared for him from the ring.

Open the food box. Ling Yun raised his hand to pinch a few slices of ginseng, and handed it directly to Wang Feihu: "Chew it. Swallow it."

"This is?"

"Millennium ginseng."

Wang Feihu was dumbfounded, and said in shock, "Thousand...thousand-year-old ginseng?"

Of course I was excited, I attached myself to the Sun family, worked so hard to save secular money, I couldn't even get a century-old ginseng, but I didn't expect that it was a thousand-year-old ginseng that he took out to treat his illness.

With the Lingyun Golden Needle in hand, he smiled and said, "You don't need to be excited. This is not only a thousand years old, but a ginseng that has grown for more than two thousand years. Eat it quickly, I am very busy today."

"Thank you, Young Master Ling!"

Wang Feihu was not a man of tweaking either, he immediately put a few slices of ginseng into his mouth, chewed them up and swallowed them.

"Operate the exercises you have practiced, guide the aura of ginseng into the dantian, and I will use the nine needles of the spirit pivot to help you dissipate the power of the medicine."

Standing by the bed, Ling Yun started to prick Wang Feihu's back with his hands like lightning.

Of course it's not a simple acupuncture. Now that Ling Yun's skills have recovered, he is still pricking acupuncture points with golden needles, and they can't stop going to Wang Feihu's meridians. Cross into the spiritual energy and help him repair the damaged meridians and acupoints.

ten minutes later.

Ling Yun looked at Wang Feihu whose body was covered with gold needles, and asked with a smile, "Old Wang, how do you feel now?"

"Hey……"

At this moment, Wang Feihu felt so comfortable that he wanted to groan, groan, and make a sound. He closed his eyes and practiced. He replied excitedly: "Young Master Ling, you really deserve the name of an immortal doctor. In just a short while, I feel that my internal injuries have recovered by 60 to 70%..."

What is the condition of meridian injury?

In figurative terms, it is actually a pipe that breaks, cracks, or becomes thinner, thinner, or even clogged, bonded, etc. There are various situations.

The so-called restoration of the meridians means to take care of all the problems in the meridians, so that the true qi can flow unimpeded in it.

With the medicinal power of ginseng inside and Lingyun's input of spiritual energy outside, coupled with the heaven-defying effect of the nine needles of the Spirit Pivot, Lingyun only took a while, and Wang Feihu's internal injuries were fully recovered.

Wang Feihu operated the exercises, allowing the true energy in his body to travel quickly through the meridians, and he already felt that it was running without hindrance.

He had to sigh with emotion for Ling Yun's celestial doctor's skill, and he said in his heart that comparing people with others would lead to death, and comparing goods with goods would have to be thrown away.

Ling Yun smiled. He stretched out his hand again, picked up a few more slices of ginseng, and put them directly into Wang Feihu's mouth: "Take a few more slices, and then meditate here. I'll pull out the needles for you later."

After finishing speaking, Wang Feihu left his room without waiting for tears of gratitude, and went to the living room.

"boss."

At this time, Ling Yun's two blood servants, Paul and Jester, the two pinnacle earls, had been waiting in the living room for a long time.

As for Tang Meng, he didn't have to think about it at all, he went to the small warehouse in the backyard of the villa to clean up the scorching sun real people, Sikong Wuji and those unlucky ones.

Ling Yun looked at the two blood servants who treated him like a western gentleman, and stared at them for a while, wondering if he should ask them about the power of faith.

"Come out, let's do some work together."

In the end, Ling Yun didn't ask them about the power of faith, but brought the two blood kings to the courtyard.

He first swept away with his divine sense, and then flew to a place in the southeast corner of the yard, then raised his hand and pointed: "Jester, move that stone to my feet, right here where I stand."

Ling Yun is going to re-arrange the spirit-gathering formation in Villa No. 1!

He didn't explain, just walked around the whole yard quickly, stopping in one direction, and every time he stopped, he asked Paul and Jester to move a stone and put it under their feet.

In fact, for Ling Yun now, if his skill is restored to its peak state, setting up a spirit gathering array is just a matter of effort, but it will take more than ten days, and he can't wait.

For everything in this yard, including the people, whether it is spiritual grass or medicinal herb, whether there is a gathering of spirits or not, there is a big difference.

After all, Villa No. 1 is very close to the antique market, and there is more or less aura there.

Moreover, there are a lot of medicinal herbs planted in the courtyard of the villa, which can almost be said to be panacea. Moreover, there are also a large number of bought medicinal materials in the villa.

Ling Yun is using this courtyard to cultivate spirit grass and imbue the medicinal materials with spirit energy. After more than ten days of interruption, he is already very distressed. How can he tolerate this state continuing?

Most importantly, there are three real spiritual grasses in the backyard of No. 1 Villa. And they are about to mature.

Ling Yun knows his own family affairs, he is now at the first level of Qi training. To restore the skill to its peak state, a mere ten days is far from enough, and it still depends on the help of elixir.

Ginseng can be sliced ​​and eaten directly, but Dragon Spirit Grass, the yin grass in Tianyang Grassland, must not be used. That would be a waste, a waste of everything.

Therefore, when the three spirit grasses mature, Ling Yun will use them to make Yin Yang Pill and Long Ling Pill.

So Ling Yun can only use this stupid method, fortunately. Now that he has consciousness, the range covers tens of meters, and he can calculate the distance and determine the direction. With the help of these two blood races, it is not too slow.

Twenty minutes later, Ling Yun completed the last step, and he flew forward. Came to the eye of the spirit gathering formation.

All formations must have formation eyes.

In the past, Ling Yun used a stone for the eyes of Juling in Villa No. 1.

But this time, he didn't use a stone, but a thought. He took out a piece of emerald jade the size of a football from the interspatial ring.

With another thought, the Dark Blood Demon Knife appeared in his hand. Ling Yun held the knife with one hand, inserted the knife into the ground, picked it up lightly, and quickly made a hole more than half a meter deep.

Ling Yun retracted the knife and put Cuiyu into the pit. Then fill in the soil again and step on it firmly.

"boom!"

As soon as Cuiyu was put into the formation, all kinds of spiritual energy from the antique market in Qingshui City, the water spiritual energy from Qingshui Lake, and the wood spiritual energy in the mountain forest behind the villa, as if they were attracted, instantly changed direction and frantically rushed towards Villa No. 1 !

Formation!

"Well, that's right..."

Ling Yun is very satisfied with his masterpiece this time.

Feeling all kinds of spiritual energy coming from all around, Ling Yun only felt comfortable all over, and then he floated to the place where the three spiritual grasses were planted, carefully observing their growth.

"Fortunately, I was careful that night, otherwise, these three herbs would suffer..."

The battle of life and death was so fierce that night, these three spiritual grasses were able to be unscathed, Ling Yun had to thank Xian'er, this little girl had a heart, and knew that these three spiritual grasses were very important to Ling Yun, so she set up the illusion array early, and let her The three spirit grasses did not suffer any harm.

As for the front yard of the villa, although 20 to 30% of the medicinal herbs transplanted from Divine Doctor Xue on the west side of the yard were lost, they were just some low-level spiritual herbs, and Ling Yun didn't feel very distressed.

"According to this momentum, it will take ten days sooner or half a month later, and these three spiritual herbs will be ripe."

Ling Yun observed the three spirit grasses, sky sun grass and ground shade grass, needless to say, the slowest growing dragon spirit grass, the stem is twisted and twisted like a horned dragon, it is estimated that it is about to mature.

"Hey, God helped me..." Ling Yun was naturally in a good mood.

He turned to Paul and Jester and said, "This place, for the next half month, the two of you must be strictly guarded, and you must not leave anyone. I don't care who you go out at night, at least one of you must stay at home."

Paul and Jester immediately nodded in agreement.

Ling Yun turned back to the house and went straight to Wang Feihu's room.

"Damn it, three flowers gather at the top..."

Wang Feihu was doing his best. With the help of the medicinal power of the thousand-year-old ginseng, the steam around his body was steaming and rising slowly, gathering above his head, there was a faint brilliance shining.

Ordinary people naturally couldn't see this kind of scene, but Ling Yun possessed divine consciousness, so he could see it clearly.

Sitting quietly and exercising skills, the essence is transformed into qi, and the qi rushes to one orifice of the porch, which is a manifestation of the smoothness of the eight meridians.

Seeing this scene, Ling Yun knew that Wang Feihu had recovered 99% of his internal injuries, so he couldn't help but want to help Wang Feihu break through directly, but he still endured it.

Wang Feihu's internal injury is just right, let's wait for him to recuperate for a few days and consolidate it.

"Old Wang, reap the rewards, don't be too greedy, we have plenty of millennium ginseng, and there are better ones than ginseng."

When he found out that Wang Feihu wanted to break through in one fell swoop, Ling Yun immediately stopped him.

I thought how poor Lao Wang was before...

Wang Feihu immediately stopped exercising, opened his eyes, and his eyes were shining brightly.

Ling Yun made a move and pulled out the golden needle from Wang Feihu's body.

Wang Feihu floated off the bed, bowed to Ling Yunna, "Thank you, Young Master Ling!"

Ling Yun did not dodge, accepted the bow calmly, and said with a faint smile: "It seems that the injury has completely recovered, you need to stabilize for a few days, and then I will help you break through with all your strength." (To be continued.)

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