Bringing advanced martial arts techniques to a low-level martial arts world

Chapter 121 Recuperation

When the three rushed back to the inn, Sima Ling was placed on the table in front of Sheng Wansong.

Her night clothes were removed, leaving her only wearing a bralette on her upper body.

To put it bluntly, the amount of fabric in this bra is actually no different from that of her usual tops, and it might even cover more areas.

Her skin was snow-white, a very healthy white.

On her flat stomach, you can vaguely see muscle lines if you look closely. Her well-defined abs outline a beautiful curve, surrounding a small, round navel. Unfortunately, on this beautiful stomach, there is a cone-shaped blood hole that makes people's hearts tremble.

Sheng Wansong healed all his internal injuries, but the external wounds remained.

The one with the power to heal all wounds and bring the dead back to life is the old demon Indra.

He Sheng Wansong was merely a young talent with extraordinary skills.

If he were to reveal his ability to heal all things, countless people from all over the world would flock to him seeking healing and treatment.

Given his public image, it's impossible for him to completely ignore those people.

The three women huddled together, worried about Sima Ling. Even An Lan, who had originally wanted to ask about her performance, knew the timing was wrong and looked at Sima Ling with some concern.

Sima Ling was injured while covering her retreat.

After avenging his great enemy, An Lan gradually began to feel some warmth from others.

Of the three, Shangguan Hong, who had trained with him, was the closest. She reached out to touch Sima Ling's wound, but then hesitated, too afraid to actually touch it. Sadly, she withdrew her hand. "Wan Song, Ling'er, she..."

"He's out of danger, he just needs to rest for a while."

Sheng Wansong washed the blood off his hands in a basin of water and said, "I was too careless this time. I didn't expect that there were hidden guards among the dancers."

He gave a general account of what had happened.

"No wonder I saw some dancers' corpses in the courtyard."

Ouyang Xue couldn't help but sigh, "I never expected that Ling'er's good intentions would lead to such an end, almost costing her her life."

"That's always been the way of the martial arts world."

Shangguan Hong shook her head. "One wrong step and you're in hell."

After Sheng Wansong finished treating the wound, Shangguan Hong asked the shopkeeper for bandages and medicine to help Sima Ling apply the medicine.

Only after confirming that everything was in place did the group feel relieved.

As dawn broke, the group, whose minds had been on edge all night, returned to their rooms to rest.

An Lan originally shared a room with Sheng Wansong, but this time Ouyang Xue took her away to rest together.

"Eek~"

When Sima Ling woke up, she was more exhausted and weak than she had ever been in her life.

She opened her eyes and saw the roof of the inn room in front of her.

It looks familiar, but it's not hers.

She tried to sit up, and a sharp pain shot through her abdomen.

"You're awake."

Sheng Wansong sat on a stool by the bed, holding a copy of "Jin Ping Mei" in his hands.

Hearing Sima Ling's voice, Sheng Wansong closed his book and straightened his crossed legs. "How do you feel?"

"I feel completely drained."

Sima Ling honestly expressed her feelings.

Sheng Wansong smiled and said, "You're very lucky. Your internal organs weren't injured, otherwise you would have already gone to the Western Paradise to see Buddha Lu Lai."

"Um?"

Sima Ling was absolutely certain that her kidney had exploded.

Those who cultivate internal energy have a deep understanding of everything inside the human body, and she knew that her right kidney had been punctured and torn apart.

She tried to sit up, but another sharp pain shot through her.

"Don't use force. You'll know whether you're injured or not once you circulate your internal energy."

Sima Ling immediately closed her eyes and began to circulate the mental cultivation technique of the Green Wood Painting Boat.

The internal energy circulates smoothly within the body. Not to mention internal injuries, after recovery, one might even be able to break through to a new realm.

"Could it be an illusion?"

Sima Ling looked at the man who was taking care of her by the bedside.

impossible!

Sima Ling had great faith in her own personal experience.

In other words, she was saved by the man in front of her.

Furthermore, the other party wanted to conceal the fact that they could cure such a serious injury.

"Thanks."

Sima Rin sometimes showed a strong dislike for Katsumi Matsu.

But she expressed her gratitude very frankly for saving her life.

"I'm the one who should thank you."

Thank me?

Sima Ling was taken aback, and then, noticing the gaze fixed on her, she immediately looked up at herself.

"ah!"

The moment he uttered a sound, the sharp, tearing sound aggravated his wounds, causing him to swallow the cry back.

"What you usually wear is not much different from what you're wearing now, except you have bandages on."

Sima Ling righteously corrected him, "That's clothing for going out, it's different from a breast wrap!"

There is indeed a world of difference in the emotional intelligence between men and women.

Sheng Wansong shook his head, revealing a teasing smile, "The thanks I said were for helping An'an, what were you thinking?"

Tsk.

Sima Ling, an injured patient, was so angered by him that he repeatedly aggravated his wounds, causing him to suffer from persistent pain in his lower abdomen.

But this person was also her savior, so she couldn't really hold a grudge against him; she could only grit her teeth in hatred.

They finally waited for Shangguan Hong and the others to return.

What awaited her was an extremely bitter medicinal soup.

"don't want!"

Sima Ling, who was acting like a child, had her mouth forcibly opened by Shangguan Hong, who then poured warm medicine down her throat, mouthful after mouthful.

The man who kept teasing her was deliberately waving in front of her, his laughter making her even angrier, and her wounds started hurting again as her body tensed up.

This is just interest; the debts recorded in Katsumansong's hate notebook will not be so easily repaid.

An Lan walked up to Sima Ling, took out a candy packet from her pocket, peeled off the paper wrapper, and put it into Sima Ling's mouth.

The sweet candy diluted the bitterness in my mouth.

Sima Ling quickly thanked An Lan, "Take a rest, Xiao An."

Because she had candy in her mouth, her voice was unclear.

"Wan Song".

After settling Sima Ling in, Shangguan Hong said, "The news of Lü Qinghou's assassination and disappearance has spread. Martial law has been declared in the city, and a search is underway for Lü Qinghou's whereabouts."

Lu Qinghou suffered greatly in the secret passage before dying. His body was buried underground and never discovered, and was treated as a missing person.

The constables searching for Lü Qinghou all over the streets were not from the Six Doors (a government agency), but rather government-owned hounds, whose skills were far inferior.

Despite the search being conducted, Shangguan Hong remained completely unperturbed. "Those constables are just going through the motions. I even saw one asking a stray dog ​​if it knew who the murderer was."

Firstly, everyone wanted Lü Qinghou dead; secondly, those who could kill Lü Qinghou would only be courting death if they found out, so why would they take it seriously?

"Lu Qinghou's infamy spread far and wide, and the people of Chu Xiang all applauded and praised him, saying that it was the work of a great hero."

Ouyang Xue looked at An Lan with a smile, "Our little An'an can already be called Hero An'an."

An Lan frowned and retorted, "Who's your family's?!"

With martial law in effect in the city and Sima Ling's injuries requiring some time to heal, Sheng Wansong was in no hurry to return to Taoyuan Village.

Come to think of it, I seem to have a friend in Chu Xiang.

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