A hundred taels of gold?

The Blood Knife Sect and the Zhao family around the thatched cottage almost thought they had heard it wrong.

You should know that even in a famous city like Jicheng, Yanjun, which has a number of famous doctors, who are respected as miracle doctors by the people, the highest medical treatment fee will not exceed ten taels.

The young boy who suddenly appeared in the poor mountains and rivers was afraid that he was crazy about being poor or he didn't know what a hundred taels of gold meant, so the lion spoke up.

In the thatched cottage, Yan Ke, the leader of the Blood Knife Sect, looked curiously and still calm, as if the boy who spoke was not a hundred taels of gold but a hundred taels of copper coins. He asked: "I think the little brother is not a greedy person, why do you want so much gold? It's not that I'm stingy. But even in Linzi, the most expensive imperial physician who retired from office was only a hundred taels of silver, equivalent to only ten taels of gold."

Lin Ning replied lightly: "Your Excellency will be cured even if you go to find this person to treat it. I am not forcing it. Here, treating your injuries with such a hundred taels of gold is only a small amount."

Yan Ke nodded slowly when he heard this, but asked again: "Little brother, I wonder what the purpose of asking for this gold? In these deserted mountains and rivers, I am afraid that there is nowhere to spend gold and silver, right?"

Lin Ning's expression was no longer calm after hearing this. He suddenly shook his head helplessly and said, "What is the use of these rogue things? But if I have a strong wife in my family, I have to force me to earn enough 100 taels of gold, so I will allow me to study at home. If not, who would come here to have a medical consultation?"

Have a fierce wife at home?

This reason made everyone stunned, and also made the leader of the Blood Knife Sect, laugh out loud.

However, his thick laughter not only made the Blood Knife Sect and the Zhao family look sour, but also made Lin Ning, opposite him, blushed at first, but then gradually pale, as if it was difficult to support it.

Seeing this, Yan Ke stopped laughing, looked at Lin Ning with deep meaning, suddenly changed his expression, hugged his fists apologetically, and said, "It's the little brother's words that are too funny, I'm losing my composure." After that, he looked outside the cottage again, and immediately a tall and thin man came in. Without saying much, he took out a stack of silver notes with dragon-shaped cloud patterns from his arms, put them on the wooden table, and then bowed to leave.

After this person left, Yan Ke said in a pun: "The little brother is really hidden. He is already married at this age, and he is extremely extraordinary." Just now, he had already tried to find out that Lin Ning was unsurprisingly strange on the surface, but was the foundation of a second-rate master.

With such medical skills...the talent is rare!

As he said that, he pushed the silver notes on the wooden table towards Lin Ning, and Yan Ke said again: "Can you heal me now?"

Lin Ning took the silver bill and glanced at it casually, saying, "I want to send the silver bill back first... but I don't have to deliver it myself."

He stomped his feet and kicked Xiao Huihui, the tired dog who was lying on his feet. Seeing that Yan Ke didn't say anything, he placed the silver note on the bag hanging on Xiao Huihui's neck.

That was Xunrili who pretended to be snacking on Xiao Jiuniang...

After putting it down, Lin Ning said to Xiao Huihui, who was full of innocent faces: "Go and find your master. Tell her, remember not to disturb my quietness in March!"

Xiao Huihui obviously didn't understand that much, but he must have understood the three words "your master". So he stood up and shook his fur, suddenly jumped over, unexpectedly jumped out from behind the cottage, and then disappeared at the foot of the mountain.

The Blood Knife Sect's surroundings were very anxious, but even if the masters in the middle were chasing with their light skills, it was too late for a while. As soon as they chased them to the corner, they saw several forks of the road, but they didn't know which path the big dog had penetrated...

After the failed pursuit, the Blood Knife Sect members stared at Lin Ning, who was still "pretending to behave" in the hut. If the sect leader cannot save the Blood Knife Sect and let the Blood Knife Sect lose people today, then the consequences of this young man will not be much better than the wild dogs on the roadside...

Fortunately, Lin Ning did not seek any excuses this time, and took out the needle box from the medicine box. After opening it, he took a nine-inch needle and pierced it into the Shanglian** on the Yangming Meridian little by little...

This ordinary needle method made the melon-eating audience outside the cottage feel unsatisfied and feel more and more sorry for the hundred taels of gold.

They also look forward to the tragic situation of the boy after the treatment is ineffective...

...

After a stick of incense, Lin Ning took the fifth needle to stab the Yangxi acupoint. His face was pale and his hands were trembling slightly.

Zhao Wuhui, who was standing aside, saw it and asked Zhao Ke softly in confusion: "Second Grandpa, how dare Uncle Yan ask a wilderness man to use needles for him? Isn't he afraid of making trouble?"

Zhao Ke sighed softly in his heart: This second young master has a good background, a mother who prefers him, and has some good martial arts skills, really doesn't have much advantage. If it were the eldest son or the illegitimate ones, they would probably not have such a question.

Because since ancient times, medical and martial arts have not been separated, Yan Ke, as a first-class expert, may not be able to save others' illnesses and treat injuries, but he must be well aware of his own physical condition.

Especially when it comes to true qi, let alone Lin Ning, a half-baby with some martial arts foundation, even if he comes to the scene personally, he will not be able to do anything without Yan Ke noticing.

“Huh?”

Before the old housekeeper could explain to Mr. Zhao, he suddenly made a sound of surprise because he saw that when Lin Ning slowly penetrated the sixth needle into the Hegu point on Yan Ke Yangming Meridian, Yan Ke's index finger turned bright red.

But Yan Ke himself breathed a sigh of relief as if he was relieved, and looked at Lin Ning with unblocked appreciation!

Is this... done?

"Little brother, good means!"

Yan Ke had to use at least four successful forces before to suppress the alien true qi in his body within the Yangming meridian, and to endure the alien true qi rage in the Yangming meridian.

But now, he only needs less than 10% of his skill to seal the alien true qi in Shangyang.

In this way, his whole body's strength will be restored to 90%, which is beyond Yan Ke's expectations.

As for the extremely compressed alien true qi at Shangyang point, it is not difficult to solve as long as he takes time out.

Thinking of this, Yan Ke looked at Lin Ning again, and became more determined to win!

The Blood Sword Sect is not short of force, and there are certain channels for gold, silver and even dragon blood rice.

If you can get a doctor with such a skilled medical skills, it will be a big plus for the development of the Blood Knife Sect!

But his hot gaze made Lin Ning feel excited.

Lin Ning knew that some of the great masters and scholars of the times were mostly as good as Longyang.

Could this shameless man, seeing that he was handsome and wanted to kidnap him and become a duck?

Lin Ning has begun to be glad that he left the back door in this bastard's meridian...

"Little brother, would you like to follow me to Jicheng, Yanjun? I guarantee you to be rich and prosperous!"

Yan Ke asked in a deep voice, but it was a naked seduction when it fell into Lin Ning's ears.

He shook his head coldly and said, "Thank you for your kindness, but my glory and wealth are not my wish. I am a scholar."

Yan Ke: "..."

Zhao Wuhui: "..."

Blood Knife Sect: "..."

After taking a deep breath, Yan Ke's eyes swept over the scroll on the corner of the wooden table and said with a smile: "If you like to study, it's better, but how many books can you have in this remote and miserable place? My Jicheng is a famous city in the world. If you go, what's the difficulty of reading 100,000 books?"

Lin Ning heard this and knew that if he refused directly, he was afraid of arousing the other party's true anger, so his expression suddenly changed and hesitated...

Seeing him like this, Zhao Wuhui, who was standing beside him, became anxious.

Which doctor who can make even the eighth master of the tiger list favor so much?

If you can invite you back to the family, it will be another great achievement!

It’s just that he is different from Yan Ke. Yan Ke is not a slave of the Zhao family, and the Zhao family and the Blood Knife Sect are in a cooperative alliance. Even in this relationship, the Zhao family is taller, and the Zhao family is still the head of the Zhao family. It’s not his Zhao family’s son, who is tall.

Therefore, he himself could not fight with Yan Ke.

Fortunately, the person who traveled with him this time represented his father, the old butler of the Zhao family is here.

Zhao Wuhui repeatedly signaled Zhao Ke with his eyes. Although Zhao Ke himself was not interested in this bizarre young man, it can be seen that Zhao Wuhui has such a desire to recruit talents, and he was also relieved.

Now the Zhao family's legitimate mother Naixun is the noble daughter of the Tian family of the Qi Kingdom. Therefore, Zhao Wuhui was able to be noble for his son. Although he was only two sons, his popularity in the Zhao family was not inferior to that of the eldest son.

Although your mind is not outstanding, it may be a good thing to have such a desire for talent...

Thinking of this, Zhao Ke coughed dryly, and said in a clumsy voice: "It is a good thing for young people to love reading. My second son is a disciple of Jixia Academy. Young people can communicate more. My master is even more a pity for learning. In terms of book collection, who dares to compare with my Zhao family in the entire Yan County?"

After hearing this, Yan Ke looked at Zhao Ke helplessly and said, "Boss Manager, you are..."

Zhao Ke smiled and said, "Govern the crime, the leader of Yan Sect is old, and he may have to bury himself in the loess at any time. He also wants to find a doctor with excellent medical skills to look at..."

Yan Ke frowned and said, "The Zhao family in Yan County has been a prominent family for three hundred years. There are no less than a hundred people in their family. When will those who are proficient in Qihuang's art have been missing? I don't believe that the Cai Gongfeng in the mansion will be worse than my little brother?"

Zhao Ke shook his head and said, "Old Cai is indeed very good, but first of all, he is not young anymore, and his life is rare in seventy years. Secondly, Lao Cai's martial arts foundation is not as good as this little genius doctor. He has many diseases but is powerless."

As soon as these words were spoken, Yan Ke's expression changed secretly. He cursed the old dog in his heart and his eyes were turbid like mud and pond, and he was still so sharp.

When he laughed just now, he was secretly testing Lin Ning's condition, but he didn't expect it to fall into the eyes of the old dog of the Zhao family.

Thinking of this, he was helpless.

If it were someone from the Zhao family, even if the eldest son of the Zhao family came in person, he would not be afraid.

But the old guy in front of him who seemed to be unable to breathe, really made him afraid.

Others don’t know the strength of this person, but Yan Ke has seen it with his own eyes.

The last tiger list was seventh, and it was broken into the hands of this old dog...

Thinking of this, Yan Kewei was helpless and said, "Master, I haven't taken all the needles yet..."

Zhao Ke smiled and pointed, "It's been taken."

Yan Keran turned around and saw that the six silver needles that were originally inserted into his Yangming Sutra were now being retracted by Lin Ning one by one.

Seeing this, Yan Ke's face condensed and his eyes looked at Lin Ning with a stern look, but he had no idea!

Although Lin Ning didn't see it, he seemed to feel something and shook his head and said, "Your Yangming Sutra was ravaged by alien true energy for several days, and it has been injured, so it is a little slow. But there is no need to worry. After going back, you can rest for a few days and use your own true energy to warm it for a while, and you don't even need to take medicine."

Yan Ke carefully checked and found that this was indeed the case. Then he breathed a sigh of relief, his expression calmed down, and asked again: "I wonder what my little brother thinks? Are you willing to do things with me in the blood-returning sword gate?"

The tone is already powerful.

But he didn't expect that Zhao Ke smiled and patted his shoulder, saying, "Sect Master Yan is too anxious. It's not too late to talk after I finish reading it."

Yan Ke sensed Zhao Ke's movements and did not dare to sit there. He quickly got up and avoided the thin hand covered with dark marks. He smiled and said, "Please, boss!"

Zhao Ke nodded slightly, then placed his wrist on the meridian pillow, and said to Lin Ning: "Little magic doctor, I'll just stop me from the old man's palm and the palm of my hand."

Lin Ning bowed a little, then cut his thin wrist...

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Chapter completed!