Xiao Shun nodded: "I understand."

China has a large population base, and there are naturally more people with the talent for becoming a warrior than other countries. Although Xiao Shun does not know what the so-called top level is, it can be imagined that it must be an extremely high threshold.

I think there are definitely few warriors who can truly become members of the Dragon Court.

On the one hand, it takes extremely high talent and qualifications to become a top warrior, as well as continuous practice over the years. This one alone can block 80 to 90% of people outside the door.

On the other hand, most warriors do not like being restricted by the rules and regulations of the team, such as Xiao Shun.

"If Brother Song needs help, I have some network of relationships abroad. I can help you solve the organization you mentioned called 'Ghost Eye'," Duan Jia said.

Song Qingshan shook his head: "If possible, I want to avenge my brothers with my own hands."

After saying that, he looked at Xiao Shun earnestly.

"Master, please help Uncle Qingshan." Song Ling'er couldn't help but act coquettishly.

Xiao Shun thought for a while and said, "I will teach you a set of Qi-Practice Methods. You can start with Qi-Practice. Although it is a bit late, it is still useful to you. In the past two days, I will find a way to refine some Qi-Practice for you that can benefit Qi-Practice, which is convenient for you to carry. You don't need to decoct medicine when you arrive at the team.

It should be effective in about two or three months. Let Ling'er teach you a set of Qixuan Fist later. Go back and practice slowly. I can't help you with anything else."

When Song Qingshan heard this, he was overjoyed. A bright smile appeared on his tough and dark face. He didn't know what to do for a moment, so he kept thanking him.

"It's all my family, Uncle Qingshan, don't be polite." Song Ling'er said with a smile.

"A family..."

Song Qingshan looked at her and then looked at Xiao Shun.

"Your niece is not good at using her brain, so don't take it seriously." Xiao Shun glanced at Song Ling'er and said.

Song Qingshan smiled with a complicated expression, suddenly grinned and took a breath.

"What's wrong?" Song Ling'er said with concern.

"I've been injured a little. I've been healed these days. I just started fighting with you and the wound has probably opened again. I came here today just to ask Brother Xiao to help me treat my injury. I want to heal soon. I didn't expect that Brother Xiao not only has good medical skills, but also good at martial arts. I couldn't help it and almost forgot about it..."

Song Qingshan smiled embarrassedly and said.

"Let's go, go to the house and I'll show you." Xiao Shun stood up and said.

Seeing that there was nothing wrong with him here, Duan Jia told the three of them not to leave the courtyard.

Xiao Shun took Song Qingshan to the living room.

Song Qingshan took off his shirt. Under the light, his delicate yellow wheat muscles were shiny like waxed, and his lines were clear, comparable to Duan Jia's big guy.

Seeing his body crisscrossing with shocking scars and bullet marks.

Song Ling'er covered her mouth in surprise, couldn't help but feel sore in her nose and tears burst out from her eyes.

She only knew that she had been with her since she was a child. Uncle Qingshan, who protected her the most, had been in the team, but she never imagined that he would fall so many scars in this peaceful era.

Xiao Shun couldn't help but feel sank in his heart.

Song Qingshan, Song Zhenhai's youngest son.

The Song family is rich, and he was born with a golden spoon in his mouth. He has no worries about food and clothing since he was a child. He can live as pampered as other rich children. He usually goes to the bar, races, and wine in his hands. Beauties are in their arms and squander their youth.

Or you can study abroad and get a diploma, come back to the family business and find a senior executive, and you can even become a young talent.

However, this young man, who was about the same age as him, dedicated his years of great youth to the team protecting this land.

Perhaps not many people knew his name until they died, but the scars on his body and the gun marks left by the bullets were his medals.

Xiao Shun thought he always looked at it indifferently. In fact, he was in the world and couldn't help but have many things.

Facing the scars on Song Qingshan's body, he couldn't help but be moved.

The scar, more than one foot long, should have been left behind not long ago, and the wound was vaguely oozing out of pus and blood.

"The team's medical conditions should be good, why is this happening?" Xiao Shun said in confusion.

"I escaped in the forest for a few days before I escaped. The wound was already inflamed. I didn't have time to go to the team hospital. I had a wound in a small local hospital. The conditions were limited. I thought it was nothing, but after taking leave, I found that it was not possible. I rushed back and endured it first."

Song Qingshan looked calm, as if he was talking about something irrelevant.

However, from the scars on his body and his words, you can tell how dangerous and tragic the situation was at that time.

The comrades died one by one, and he was the only one left alone in the deep mountains and forests, hiding hard for the pursuit.

When Xiao Shun was traveling around with his master, he went to the big forest on the other side of the border and knew very well what was going on there.

There, you can't see a lot of strange and unknown poisonous snakes, large venomous obstacles, and beasts that appear in front of you at any time in the dense forest where you look up.

Humid, cold, and extremely harsh environment.

You can imagine how depressed and desperate the lonely wolf was seriously injured in such an environment.

"Ling'er, take the ointment that Tang Shishi had not used up last time, and then boil it according to the recipe I made for Tang Shishi last time. I will clean up your wounds for Uncle Qingshan first." Xiao Shun turned his head and said to Song Ling'er.

Song Ling'er responded and ran out to prepare herbs.

Xiao Shun asked Song Qingshan to lie on his side on the sofa, then took out the silver needle and stabbed it into several acupoints on his body.

He immediately felt numb all over his body, and in a few seconds, he was only feeling above his neck.

"Brother Xiao is amazing, and he works faster than the anesthetics in the hospital." Song Qingshan said in surprise.

Xiao Shun smiled: "I am still environmentally friendly, pure natural and pollution-free."

"Actually, I can still bear this pain."

"You don't have to endure why you have to endure it?" Xiao Shun said.

"I'll remove the thread of the wound for you. Ling'er will prepare the ointment later. After applying it a few times, it will almost heal and will not leave any scars."

"Okay, I'll leave it to Brother Xiao." Song Qingshan grinned.

When Tang Shishi was treated with wounds, all kinds of tools were prepared very well. Don’t think that traditional Chinese medicine would not be able to operate.

The miraculous doctor Hua Tuo also had the title of "Surgery Master". He not only scraped his bones to cure poison for Guan Yu, but also boldly proposed to perform craniotomy on Cao Cao. At that time, Western priests were still in the stage of bloodletting and curing diseases.

Of course, we have to admit that in today's world, Western medicine has an absolute advantage in surgical operations.
Chapter completed!