Rebirth of the deer dragon, the leader of the dragon

Chapter 67
Liu Dahong clasped his fists together and said: "Little brother, our Mu Palace is dedicated to fighting against the Qing court, and has long been blacklisted by the Qing court. Now we are in the capital, and our prince is seriously injured. The little prince is depressed. Being so cautious is also forced by the situation. The old man who was offended just now is not to accompany me. Please don’t take offense. If the little brother can really cure our prince’s injury, the whole of Mu Palace will be very grateful. In the future, the little brother will be useful In the place of Prince Mu's Mansion, all you need to do is to say that everyone in Prince Mu's Mansion should do their best."

"Master Liu is still able to speak, and I have been spoiled and spoiled since I was a child, and I have never been able to bear the anger of others. After Master Liu said this, all the anger in my heart has disappeared. Okay, the little princess will make room first. , let me heal the lord." Hong Tianxiao looked at Mu Jiansheng's face flushed and resentful, and he was extremely proud, and at the same time, he was thinking that the difference between the current Mu Jiansheng and the original book is far more than a thousand miles, presumably because of Mu Jiansheng. The death of the prince made this spoiled little prince have to provoke the leader of Prince Mu's mansion and slowly mature.

Hong Tianxiao sat on the side of the bed, took Lord Mu's right hand, put his index finger and middle finger on his pulse, and looked at Lord Mu at the same time. He saw that Lord Mu was more than ten years old, with black and white beard under his chin. It was black, and his lips were trembling. Although his eyes were open, he didn't have the strength to speak.

After a while, Hong Tianxiao put down Lord Mu's wrist, sighed, stood up and turned around, only to find that all eyes in the room were focused on him.

"Master Liu, how much do you know about this mysterious divine palm?" Hong Tianxiao suddenly asked a question that seemed to be related but had little to do with it.

"This..." Liu Dahong didn't expect Hong Tianxiao to ask this suddenly, and he pondered for a while and said, "It's just that I learned from my master when I was young that there was such a palm technique that is extremely yin and cold, and it has long been lost. Others It’s not so clear.”

"That's right, this kind of palm technique is very dark and cold. If the skill of the palm performer is higher than that of the opponent, the opponent will undoubtedly die. At that time, the person obviously didn't know the depth of Lord Mu's skill, so he didn't use all his strength. Otherwise, Now the cold poison has invaded the internal organs." Hong Tianxiao sighed, and said: "The only flaw of Xuanming Divine Palm is that if the skill of the palm user is not as good as that of the opponent, the cold poison will be bounced back by the opponent's strong internal force , the palm giver can only reap the consequences, because although the palm giver can use the Xuanming Divine Palm, he can't heal, so once he is bitten by the cold poison, he will die."

"Little brother means, the lord...the lord can still be saved?" Even though Liu Dahong's mansion is very deep, he couldn't help but get excited at this moment.

Hong Tianxiao nodded lightly and said: "The world is so big, except for the Nine Suns Divine Art, even the resurrection of the Immortal Medical Sage cannot cure the cold poison of the Xuanming Divine Palm on the prince. Absolutely, although the Xuanming Divine Palm has been extinct for hundreds of years, the Jiuyang Divine Art has also been extinct for hundreds of years. I learned the magical art by chance and coincidence. Although I have not achieved great success, I want to cure the cold poison on the prince. It's more than enough."

(End of this chapter)