Under one person: Get the Beiming magic skill at the beginning

Tian Jinzhong's health has been well taken care of after rest and recuperation.

Although the fatigue from not sleeping in his early years had made his meridians somewhat stiff, the meditation skills he had developed later were enough to restore them.

In addition, the yang energy nourished yesterday.

The second phase of treatment can now begin.

After reminding Tian Jinzhong that it would be very painful, he was given the signal to continue.

Mo Wen immediately used his finger strength to separate the meridians in the severed limbs, which were already intricate and messy after they had been violently cut off.

These meridians, after decades of self-healing, have grown crooked and twisted.

What Mo Wen needs to do is to break down the old and rebuild the new, and to re-establish the correct venous pathways.

This is a technical procedure, and it needs to be cured in one go, so it will take a relatively long time.

During this time, Mo Wen broke the adhesions in the disordered meridians each time.

Tian Jinzhong's body would tense up, but no matter how much pain he was in, he never made a sound.

However, the cold sweat that broke out on his body soaked through his inner clothes.

at the same time.

Mo Wen's keen senses also detected the slight pacing outside the door.

The owner of the footsteps made no attempt to conceal his presence.

Therefore, he knew that the person was Zhang Zhiwei.

With a slight shake of his head, Mo Wen focused his mind and concentrated on treating Tian Jinzhong.

As time slowly passed.

The sun always moves westward.

crunch.

The door opened, and Mo Wen came out.

Then he saw Zhang Zhiwei standing in the outer hall, looking at him expectantly, or rather, looking into the doorway.

Mo Wen was not surprised and greeted him with a smile, "Old Celestial Master."

Zhang Zhiwei stroked his beard, a calm smile on his face: "Young friend Mo is quite good. Even Old Wang was sent to the hospital by you."

Mo Wen was slightly taken aback, but then he didn't hide it.

"There's nothing I can do. He's so old and still can't settle down. I can only help him rest for a while. In fact, he should thank me."

"Heh heh, which of you little ones is keeping quiet these days?"

Zhang Zhiwei smiled and shook his head, but his eyes kept glancing into the room as he said:

"Thank you for making this trip again today."

"No need for formalities, Master. I'll be going now."

Upon seeing this, Mo Wen smiled, clasped his hands in farewell, and took his leave.

Zhang Zhiwei nodded with a smile and watched Mo Wen leave the courtyard.

He then suppressed his smile and quickly went inside.

Seeing Tian Jinzhong lying on the bed, covered with a blanket, snoring sweetly, Zhang Zhiwei approached the bedside, placed his index and middle fingers on his pulse, and carefully injected a wisp of Qi.

Immediately, Zhang Zhiwei felt the smoothness and fluidity of the Qi feedback.

If we were to describe Tian Jinzhong's meridians before, they would be like rugged mountain paths riddled with potholes, broken, and uneven.

Now, it's a dirt road that has been simply compacted.

Although still not as good as a normal Qi cultivator.

But at least the road is open to traffic now!

Zhang Zhiwei's eyes immediately brightened as he looked at Tian Jinzhong, a genuine smile of joy appearing on his aged face.

"Junior brother, this is really wonderful."

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Chapter 197 It's time to have some fun; Lu Linglong gets struck by lightning.

On the mountain path, sunlight filters through the branches, casting irregular patches of light on the ground.

Under the shade of a tree.

Mo Wen left the Celestial Master's residence and headed towards the competition venue.

As she walked, she kept recalling Zhang Zhiwei's appearance from earlier.

"Speaking of which, the old Celestial Master clearly couldn't wait to visit Elder Tian."

"But you still have to express your gratitude in a way that is not impolite."

"This is the first time I've ever seen a Taoist master like this."

Mo Wen recalled the slight pacing outside the door when he was treating Tian Jinzhong's meridians.

He understood more and more the deep affection between Zhang Zhiwei and Tian Jinzhong.

A friendship between fellow students spanning nearly a century.

They became like family.

That's why Mo Wen decided not to tell Zhang Zhiwei the true plan of Quanxing.

This life-saving grace.

He wanted it.

Moreover, Mo Wen was not worried at all about what would happen if the Celestial Master's Mansion owed him too many favors.

Because whether it's the Old Celestial Master or Tian Jinzhong.

They all have very high moral character.

If it were Wang Ai or Lü Ci, Mo Wen felt that these two families would probably never be able to repay their kindness, and it wouldn't be impossible for them to kill their benefactor directly.

The probability of Lü Ci doing so is relatively small, while Wang Ai is almost certainly going to do it.

After he gained favors from the Celestial Master and the Celestial Master's Mansion.

I won't use it either.

It's better to keep it than to use it.

Of course, it's possible that he won't need it, since with his current strength, there's nothing he can't do.

"Stop right there! Don't move!"

"Don't run away, you old man!"

"How dare you make Ah Qing vomit blood, preventing us from seeing Ah Qing's heroic figure! I demand that you atone with your death!"

"My goodness, may you enjoy boundless blessings and longevity!"

Suddenly, several women's shouts and chaotic footsteps came from not far away.

It was easy to tell from their tone that the girls who shouted were very angry.

And the final, pitiful scream sounded very familiar.

Mo Wen lightly leaped up and landed on the tree trunk above.

Just then, a man and three women emerged from the woods, and the man being chased was none other than Wang Ye, who had previously said he was going back to get some sleep.

"Stop right there, you stinking old man! You dared to make our husband, Aqing, vomit blood, but you don't dare to stop and admit it?"

"That's it!"

The chasing women shouted.

Wang Ye, covered in sweat, ran for his life, explaining with tears in his eyes, "No, ladies, his vomiting blood has nothing to do with me!"

"Shouldn't we always try to reason things out?"

"Nonsense! Ah Qing is the Way, Ah Qing is the Truth!"

"That's right! This competition should have been won by our Aqing!"

"Yes, yes! Apart from Ayu and Awen, no one can compete with my husband!"

As soon as one woman finished speaking, the other two women immediately looked at her.

"What the hell! What Ah Yu and Ah Wen? You shameless thing, you actually have your eye on Zhang Lingyu and Mo Wen besides Ah Qing?"

"But you know what, Mo Wen is pretty good too."

"Bullshit! You two traitors!"

This commotion caused the three women to forget about chasing Wang Ye and start arguing on the spot.

Wang Ye was overjoyed at the sight and quickly seized the opportunity to run away.

The several leaping figures disappeared.

Mo Wen, standing on the tree, chuckled softly upon seeing this scene.

"That king is really unlucky."

"I've never had a moment's peace since I arrived at the Luo Tian Grand Ceremony."

Looking down at the three women arguing heatedly, their faces flushed red.

Mo Wen shook his head and left.

Not long after.

He arrived near the competition venue.

Looking around, he saw fewer and fewer strange people coming and going than in the previous two days.

Mo Wen glanced around casually. "Today is the third day of the competition. Many people from the Extraordinary Ones are coming down the mountain one after another, while the number of people from the Quanxing Sect is gradually increasing."