Huang Wuye punched out the steel nails in Wei Xiaoyu's body, and he recovered a lot after applying the golden sore medicine. Although it was a skin injury, it still caused trauma to the body.
But Beiming, in addition to his uncle and his unknown master, there is also an uncle who is a master of alchemy.
Over the years, Li Hexiang has often refined the best elixirs, and these elixirs are naturally indispensable to him and his senior brother Lai Tianzhen.
After Wei Xiaoyu took Qi Xue Dan and Huisheng Dan, his physical condition was also stable. At least he did not have the symptoms of fever and infection like ordinary people.
After recovering, Wei Xiaoyu also expressed his gratitude to Huang Wuye, and then said to Huang Wuye: "My uncle is the successor of mystical medicine, and I have learned some since I was a child. If Huang Wuye trusts me, I can try to find out. Let me know your situation."
After hearing this, Lao Huangpizi narrowed his eyes, nodded vigorously, and then extended a paw towards Wei Xiaoyu.
After some inspections, Wei Xiaoyu also roughly understood the situation of Huang Wuye. His spiritual veins were obviously damaged. Not only was his cultivation greatly reduced and he could not transform into a human form, he would also have difficulty absorbing the spiritual energy of the world. The only way to repair the opponent's spiritual veins was to repair the opponent's spiritual veins. , it is possible to recover.
But Wei Xiaoyu doesn't have the Xuan Huang Qi like his uncle, so he can repair it directly with Qi.
Therefore, Wei Xiaoyu could only use the most primitive occult medical method - acupuncture.
Wei Xiaoyu also took out the nine silver needles he carried with him and gave Huang Wuye acupuncture.
These nine silver needles also have a very rich origin. One year, Wen Yuanfeng, the former head of Maoshan, came to ask for an audience and gave them to Wei Xiaoyu as a meeting gift outside the mountain gate.
These nine needles are engraved with subtle runes. If the nine needles come out at the same time, the runes on the silver needles will also form a small spirit gathering array, which has a significant effect on healing internal injuries.
Wei Xiaoyu continued acupuncture on Huang Wuye for two hours, during which Huang Wuye couldn't hold on and fell asleep in Wei Xiaoyu's arms.
After it was over, Wei Xiaoyu also showed a cheerful smile. Although he was sweating profusely, this was his first time practicing medicine. He was also sincerely happy when he saw the obvious reaction to Huang Wuye's blocked spiritual veins.
Yu Tong, who was on the side, brought a basin of warm water and said with great concern for Wei Xiaoyu: "You must be exhausted too. You have been working so hard before your injury healed. You can use this water to wash yourself and have a good rest."
After Wei Xiaoyu thanked him, he accidentally touched Yu Tong's hand when he was taking the basin. Yu Tong, who was holding the basin, was also startled, as if he was electrocuted. Then his face turned red and he put the basin into Wei Xiaoyu's arms. , turned and left.
Wei Xiaoyu was also a little overwhelmed. How could he remain indifferent to a delicate hibiscus at such an early age when he was in love?
After two days of rest, Wei Xiaoyu's wounds had scabbed over. At this time, Wei Xiaoyu felt that it was time to avenge himself. After all, the three shocking wounds on his shoulders would become his lifelong merit badge.
In response to Uncle Yu's spies in the past two days, the doors of the Catholic Church were closed tightly, and there were many spies around. And just last night, a car drove out of the church from the airport. It should be that some important person came. It was also received by the cardinal himself.
Because the opponent's defense was too tight, the spies didn't see clearly who the visitor was.
But since this matter was closely related to Wei Xiaoyu, he naturally would not let it go. He vowed to drive this evil force of foreign cultivation out of China, and he was also angry at Huang Wuye.
In the Catholic Church, a middle-aged man was dressed luxuriously and looked majestic. Although the top of his head was a bit withered, it did not affect his aristocratic image at all.
The man looked at the three young people in the room who were seriously injured, especially Miss Lucy's face, which was severely burned. I am afraid that even the best doctors in the West could not repair it, and the anger in his heart suddenly broke out.
The middle-aged man asked Chris: "Are you sure it's Bei Ming?"
Chris nodded, and then said: "The boy admitted it himself, and the move he used to hurt Lucy was indeed Li Huo, and most likely it was Bei Ming!"
The middle-aged man frowned and walked to the window alone with his back to everyone. He also remembered the trip to China that his master, Mishkov, the president of the Magic Union, once told him. From the master's mouth, he learned how terrible Beiming is.
If this were said by ordinary people, middle-aged people would not take it seriously and would only regard it as a legend.
But these words were spoken by Mishkov, who was all-powerful across the European continent at that time, and even middle-aged people had to take it seriously.
The middle-aged man knew that Lucy also seriously injured the other party at the last moment. Thinking about it, if the other party was really Bei Ming, with his profound background, the other party would not let it go.
Before the middle-aged man could think of a countermeasure, an entourage hurriedly broke into their meeting room and said in a panic: "That young man is here and is standing at the door of the church now."
As soon as these words came out, the air in the entire living room suddenly became quiet, and everyone looked embarrassed.
On the contrary, the middle-aged man turned around calmly and yelled at his entourage: "Are there no rules at all?"
After hearing this, the attendant was also shocked, lowered his head, and stood aside without even daring to breathe.
It wasn't until the middle-aged man continued to ask him to go down to receive the guests that the man fled in a hurry with relief.
Wei Xiaoyu stood in front of the church and admired the architectural style of the church. I have to say that the Western aesthetic is indeed very different from the Eastern one.
However, Wei Xiaoyu still likes oriental architecture, especially Shushan, which was designed by her mother when she was a child. The waterside pavilions and pavilions all reveal a different kind of sentiment.
At this moment, the church door opened. Two foreign monks in black robes opened the door and respectfully invited Wei Xiaoyu in.
Wei Xiaoyu came here this time to catch the other party off guard. He didn't want to think too much about how the other party would respond. He just wanted to vent his anger on him right away.
The middle-aged man in the secret room of the attic was observing Wei Xiaoyu's every move. Although his cultivation level was much higher than that of the young boy downstairs, he did not dare to be careless at all.
Wei Xiaoyu felt someone's eyes on him, raised his head to look at the attic, smiled slightly and said, "Do you have to let me raise my head like this to talk to you?"
The attic door was pushed open, and the middle-aged man walked down the stairs in a hurry, stood in front of Wei Xiaoyu, and said in a calm voice: "I am the patriarch of the Charles family. When I saw the disciple of Beiming in Chinese legend, I also It’s my honor!”
Wei Xiaoyu did not be polite to this person, and said straight to the point: "We in China are open to all rivers, and it is not that we cannot tolerate your culture, but I hope that when you come here, you must abide by the rules here. If you want to dominate the world, you must also take it. Use your own strength."
Old Charles was not angry, but felt that the boy in front of him was still too young and the words he spoke were too immature.
So he smiled and said: "Young man, it seems that you don't know much about your world. The emergence of our Catholic Church is a historical necessity. The world will never stand still because of a certain person or sect. It will always be In order to develop, the weak will eat the strong and the fittest will survive. This principle cannot be wrong anywhere."
After Wei Xiaoyu heard this, he also felt annoyed. He came here not to reason, but to fight, so he said: "I will not offend others unless they offend me. Since everyone has already made enemies, let's settle the account today." Come on! If you lose, do you dare to withdraw from China?"
Charles' face darkened, and he replied in a cold voice: "Young man, being too showy may not be a good thing. If I had known you, there is an old Chinese saying that those who drown are those who know how to use water."
