fifth form

Second-class high-grade technique.

Only when his ability was almost unique in Shujun City did Zhang Xuezhou know the status of Taiqing Zhenshu, the second-class top grade.

Just as he previously felt that Dong Zhongshu's skills were complex but not particularly powerful, Zhang Xuezhou's judgment stemmed from the fact that he had seen too many top-level practitioners and too many top-level skills.

Compared with his broader knowledge, Dong Zhongshu, who is almost omnipotent, can't make a move, and Zhang Xuezhou has no idea about himself.

Zhang Xuezhou realized later that he had to admit that there were too many places in the world that were far inferior to holy places, and he was not a little transparent in these places.

Wen Weng is the strongest in Shujuncheng's art realm, and Dong Zhongshu is the strongest in martial arts.

Under this, there are two cultivators of physical transformation, masters Zhao and Zhang, who are good at martial arts at the true spirit realm, and a martial artist at the consciousness creation realm.

And to be a little further back, it was the turn of Zhang Xuezhou, Zhang Shu, Zhao Liang and others.

This is the ranking brought about by the realm, but the techniques and magic weapons controlled by monks lead to another more practical and real ranking.

Zhang Xuezhou is not bad in this ranking, and his ability to display even surpassed those who are higher than him.

For example, his technique, such as his cassia flute magic weapon.

In Shujun City, no one can replace him with similar ability.

This is also the main reason why Wen Weng wanted to keep Zhang Xuezhou with a look of embarrassment, and Dong Zhongshu also offered to help, and Zhang Xuezhou did have the ability to harvest Master Zhao.

He figured out his position, and quickly let go of the urgency for money in his heart.

As the number one student in the theory course of psychology major at Canglan University, and has been exposed to some pseudo-psychology, once Zhang Xuezhou has a clear definition of his own position, he will be able to dig out the corresponding value.

At least in Shujun City, he shouldn't be in a hurry, it should be someone else who is in a hurry.

For example, Wen Weng, such as Dong Zhongshu, and such as Master Zhao and others who have suffered a lot.

"I'll go out to a stall tomorrow!"

Zhang Xuezhou didn't hear the news, so he took the initiative to recommend himself to treat who and whose injury. This would make it difficult to distinguish whether his behavior was for purpose or purely public welfare behavior, and was even mistaken for being provided by the sheriff's office. Welfare.

The more proactive he is, the cheaper the reward will be, even the reward stays in words instead of falling into his pocket.

Zhang Xuezhou was led by the nose by Qian Cai in the past two days, and made many wrong demonstrations in a hurry.

Except for providing the flute to Wen Weng in time, he has no regrets, and his other actions are almost all wrong steps, almost as a volunteer.

From passive to active, Zhang Xuezhou only needs to calm down.

As long as he shows his attitude of charging fees when he sets up a stall, he will have enough initiative.

After thinking about it clearly, Zhang Xuezhou was not in a hurry.

"I just said that what a monk with high moral character should do is to study hard, not to lead cars and sell milk like those peddlers!"

Seeing that Zhang Xuezhou no longer mentioned that he would leave Shu County for medical treatment, nor did he ask for a reward, but instead talked and laughed with everyone, Dong Zhongshu couldn't help nagging.

"Yes, study hard, there is a great righteousness in the world, and its miscellaneous forms..."

Zhang Xuezhou's mentality slowed down and he was neither slow nor ill, and he even distinguished between you and Dong Zhongshu.

His mental state was not normal, and he rarely needed sleep, and he was so energetic that Dong Zhongshu couldn't bear it.

A group of people continued to patrol and inspect near the city wall of Shu County, and continued to appease the people. It was not until the morning star hung high that many things gradually subsided.

Zhang Xuezhou followed Dong Zhongshu and others back to the Sheriff's Mansion. Dong Zhongshu lay back on the bed with sleepy eyes, and he started to get busy with his work.

"Specialized in the treatment of skin trauma"

After thinking about it, Zhang Xuezhou finally wrote five characters on a piece of wood.

Tai halal technique is not a panacea, if you give him some non-professional injuries, he will really be powerless.

When the sky returned to light, Zhang Xuezhou took a mouthful of the refined Bigu powder, drank another mouthful of water, and then picked up the wooden plank and went out.

There were many people in panic last night, and many of them didn't even sleep all night.

When it was dawn, there were already figures everywhere in the city of Shu County.

Taking stock of the sundries in the house and clearing away any remaining venomous snakes is the key point, and then it is the turn to make a living such as daily eating, trading, and some stalls and shops that need to open early.

Zhang Xuezhou carried the plank around to the entrance of Wang Ermazi's medicine shop, and then erected the plank.

"Do you also treat illnesses here?"

Wen Weng was right, many people were injured in the dark last night.

Zhang Xuezhou sat for only a quarter of an hour, when a young man in a green shirt came to ask, covering his face.

"Only treat skin trauma!"

Zhang Xuezhou pointed to the board.

"It turns out that these words only heal skin trauma." The young man sighed, "I thought it was written to cure all diseases."

"Just treat skin trauma, if there are too many, you will die!"

Zhang Xuezhou waved his hand.

Looking at the sign he had written, he hated the ridiculously high illiteracy rate for the first time for no reason.

According to the literacy rate of Shu County City, it is not bad if one out of ten people who seek medical treatment can recognize the words on this sign.

"How do you cure your disease? I was beaten twice last night. See if this is a skin trauma!"

Wang Ermazi's pharmacy hadn't opened yet, so the young man looked at the wooden board several times, and stopped thinking about the words on the wooden board, but asked about the business he was going to do.

"Let me take a look at the place where I was beaten first!"

Zhang Xuezhou reached out his hand to signal.

This made the young man release his right hand from covering his face.

"A thieves lady beat a snake with an iron fork yesterday, and the iron fork swished across my face, but it was too dark at that time, and I couldn't see the person clearly!"

The iron fork is similar to the clothes fork, but there are two forks at the front end of the iron fork, which correspond to the three-pronged head.

There was no blood on the young man's face, but it was swollen from the beating, and half of his face was swollen.

Normally, injuries such as swelling are not within the scope of Tai halal judgment.

Zhang Xuezhou pondered for a few seconds, and felt that unless the injury was artificially created, he could use the Taiqing Technique to heal the opponent, and by the way, the swelling and pain of the opponent would subside.

The young man muttered for a while, and Zhang Xuezhou reached out and touched the other person's face, causing him to cry out in pain.

"Ten and a half taels, you will have to help me yell later."

Zhang Xuezhou looked at the other party's clothes and thought for a while before making an offer to the young man.

"Ten and a half taels? So expensive? It doesn't cost me three and a half taels to make two soups. How about? What can I drink for you?"

Looking at the wooden sign erected by Zhang Xuezhou, the young man looked at the unopened pharmacy.

He felt that Zhang Xuezhou's fee was a bit high, but he really couldn't bear the pain of swelling and pain in his face, so he finally had to comply with the request and groped around his waist for a while.

After taking out ten and a half taels, he sat down opposite Zhang Xuezhou.

"What are you doing with a knife?"

Seeing Zhang Xuezhou also touched his waist, and finally took out a short knife, the young man vaguely felt something was wrong.

But the ominous premonition in his heart was not completely over, and then he felt sticky blood gushing out of his face.

The deer cutting knife was so sharp that he hardly felt any pain, but the mixed fluid such as blood stasis and interstitial fluid that had accumulated for a long time found a channel to drain out.

Zhang Xuezhou withdrew his knife and squeezed the opponent's swollen face, and Tai Halal Technique also pressed on it.

"Ah~"

The young man's cry of pain turned into a moan of comfort after just a few seconds.

"It's almost recovered, you have a loud voice, just yelling for me!"

Bruising and swelling on the face is not considered a disease in the military area, and Zhang Xuezhou had to injure the other party when he treated him.

After some bloodletting treatment, the other party's face basically returned to normal.

Zhang Xuezhou healed his illnesses and wounds so quickly that the young man didn't realize it.

He touched the face that had recovered to be flat, only to feel that the previous pain was like a dream.

"These ten and a half taels are worth it!"

Compared with grabbing two pairs of herbal medicines, making soup and drinking them, and then waiting to recover slowly, Zhang Xuezhou's recovery from injuries can be called a magic spell cast by a god.

The young man who had never seen this kind of healing ability was astonished, and a sense of great surprise filled his heart.

"The gods have come to save people, the gods who only heal skin trauma have cast spells to save people!"

Before Zhang Xuezhou could tell him how to shout, he began to mutter loudly.