"The sky is full of spirits! The earth is full of spirits! Taishang Laojun is about to appear!"
A thin man with disheveled hair, wearing a Taoist priest's gray robe, holding a mahogany sword in one hand and shaking a Sanqing bell in the other, was running around in the yard.
He suddenly walked past Wen Jin and Yue'er.
"Master! Wake up! The Queen Mother and the princess are here to visit you!" Zhou Zi shouted in a silly voice.
There was no trace of impatience or naive expression on this child's face, but he looked extraordinarily calm.
Wen Jin suddenly felt...Zhou Lingfeng was really smart! Even in the matter of accepting disciples, he was quite foresighted.
When Zhou Lingfeng heard this, he jumped back to Wen Jin like a monkey.
The peach wood sword in his hand was aimed at Wen Jin!
"Monster! Where to escape!" he shouted.
Wen Jin's eyes narrowed, and he protected Yue'er behind his back with one hand, while holding the peach wood sword firmly with the other hand.
With a little effort, the Taomu Sword was snatched away by her.
She raised her hand and flicked it, and the mahogany sword was stuck in the stone pillar of the corridor.
The wooden sword, which was not very sharp, actually penetrated deeply into the stone pillar.
Zhou Ziang was stunned for a moment... His already stupid expression looked even more stupid now.
Zhou Lingfeng's expression tightened, "Monster! What a powerful demon! Let's see how Pindao accepts you!"
Zhou Lingfeng said, taking out the Taoist Talisman from his sleeve pocket. He drew the Taoist Talisman in the air with one hand, and flicked the Taoist Talisman toward Wen Jin with the other hand.
His dark eyes were full of seriousness, without any hint of joking.
"Zhou Lingfeng!" Wen Jin shouted softly, chanting in his mind, and raised his hand to catch the Taoist talisman he flicked.
"Don't hurt my master!" Zhou Ziang suddenly shouted and flew towards him.
When Wen Jin saw this, his eyes narrowed.
She waved her hand first, but did not touch Zhou Ziang, but flicked him away and landed on the grass beside her.
Because of Zhou Ziang's delay, Zhou Lingfeng was already in front of him.
Wen Jin raised his hand and knocked him unconscious with a palm.
"Woooo... Master!" Zhou Ziang's originally rough voice howled with a cry.
He turned over from the grass and ran toward Zhou Lingfeng while crawling on the ground.
Wen Jin was shocked by the "sudden attack" from his master and apprentice, but he was startled by Zhou Ziang's roar.
She patted her heart and said, "Why are you crying? Your master just fainted, not..."
What an unlucky thing it is for this child to cry!
Those who didn’t know, thought he was crying in mourning!
Zhou Ziang wiped away his tears and looked at Wen Jin fiercely, "My master was in coma because of vomiting blood last time, and he woke up like this!"
"My master said... that my master has lost his mind and gone crazy. My master has not! You knocked my master unconscious again, and I don't know if he can wake up... Wuwu."
Wen Jin sighed, "Send your master back to the room. I am here to heal your master! I will definitely give you a good master."
Not to mention that her mind is now filled with all kinds of magical Taoism and secrets.
Even without these, her superb medical skills and the heaven-defying spiritual spring can still heal Zhou Lingfeng... Look, this child is frightened.
Zhou Ziang wiped away his tears and snot, "Really...really?"
"My mother has never lied to anyone. Go and find out. My mother used to be the number one female doctor in Daliang! She can revive the dead, with flesh and bones!" Yue'er poked her head out from behind Wen Jin and said.
Zhou Ziang nodded, then picked up the thin Zhou Lingfeng, carried him back to the room, and settled him on the bed.
Wen Jin felt his pulse on Zhou Lingfeng's wrist, then looked closely at his face and listened to his breathing.
"The meridians are blocked, there is blood congestion in the skull, and the nerves are compressed... which leads to crazy behavior." Wen Jin whispered, "Break the blockage, dredge the blood vessels, and regulate the meridians, and he will be able to regain his clarity."
Wen Jin said, taking out a set of golden needles that she had placed in the space and soaked in spiritual spring water.
Before she could give her cronies the injection herself.
But Zhou Ziang screamed again, "I knew it! You have no good intentions! You want to kill my master!"
Zhou Ziang cried and rushed forward. While protecting Zhou Lingfeng, he also wanted to attack Wen Jin.
With a sharp look, Wen Jin locked his fist in the air, unable to punch it out or take it back.
"You...let me go! As long as I, Zhou Ziang, am here! I will not allow anyone to hurt my master!"
"It doesn't matter whether my master is crazy or stupid! I will take care of him till the end of his life and never leave him! Don't even think about harming my master!"
Zhou Ziang looked tragic, his voice was rough and his voice was full of tears.
"Alas! Why can't you understand? Didn't I tell you that my mother is..."
"Forget it, Yue'er," Wen Jin stopped Yue'er's words, "It's useless to explain to him."
Yue'er frowned and sighed, "Then we...don't care about the Imperial Master?"
Before Yue'er finished speaking, Wen Jin raised his hand and waved.
Zhou Ziang, who is over 1.8 meters tall and strong, looks like a sandbag... Whoosh! Wen Jin was thrown out of the room.
Don't wait for him to get up.
boom!
The door was closed in front of him.
An invisible barrier enveloped the room.
On the one hand, Zhou Ziang can be regarded as a loyal and filial disciple.
Just... not very smart.
Zhou Ziang banged hard outside, trying to open the door and rush into the room to "rescue" his master.
But he bumped into it two or three times and found that he had not touched the door at all and was bounced back.
He was bruised and bruised, and his shoulder hurt as if the bones were broken.
Zhou Ziang finally stopped charging and scratched his head in confusion, "Wha, what is it?"
He reached forward and touched something as hard as a city wall before he reached the door...
"Oh..." He was startled and jumped back two steps.
"Master! Master!" Zhou Ziang suddenly understood... There was no way he could rush in!
He knelt down sadly outside the door, "My disciple is unfilial! In the face of danger, I cannot go in to save you! My disciple is unfilial!"
He was kowtowing and crying bitterly. He looked so pitiful!
Wen Jin sighed and shook his head, and with a flick of his finger, he added another barrier... to block out the silly boy's cries.
Otherwise, the demonic sound penetrated her ears, and she was really afraid that if her hands shook... she would stab Zhou Lingfeng again.
The needles Zhou Lingfeng received were concentrated on his head and face.
Just such a head... Yue'er counted, "Mother, eighty-one needles!"
Yue'er couldn't help but marvel. She looked at her mother with admiration, only to see that her mother's face was also pale and slightly tired.
Yue'er immediately covered her mouth, not daring to say anything... Seeing that every time her mother injected a needle, it was done accurately and quickly. Every needle was filled with determination, confidence, and ease.
For those who don't understand, just looking at her hand movements, they will think that this is quite simple!
Just a light prick... Only those who know the art can understand the huge effort behind each stitch.
Seeing her mother's concentration and devotion, Yue'er's eyes were full of admiration.
"Well……"
After leaving the needle in place for a moment, the unconscious Zhou Lingfeng suddenly let out a soft groan.
His eyelids were trembling, as if he was about to wake up.
Yue'er couldn't help but feel nervous, "National Master...he won't go crazy again, will he?"
