MTL - Begin Immortality By Slaying Demons-Chapter 71 Bai Ziming and Fang Heng

Chapter 71 Bai Ziming and Fang Heng

 Suppressing the Demon Division, Medical Workshop.

Approximately thirty lofts are arranged in sequence, and all the captains coming and going are injured.

 A simple bamboo house squeezed inside looks quite dazzling.

Occasionally, there are figures stepping in, all wearing black cloaks, which are the symbol of partial generals.

The exception is the sturdy young man, who is not even wearing any clothes, only a simple short coat.

He hung his right arm and pushed open the small door with his left hand.

 He shouted respectfully towards the man inside who was dressed in white and was sitting behind a low table, "Senior Brother Bai."

“Can you please stop looking for me with a sad face every day?”

The young man called Senior Brother Bai has a face like a crown jewel, with two strands of hair hanging down from his temples. His clean palms are quickly counting a plate of fragrant medicinal materials.

 He did not raise his eyes and said calmly: "Put your arms up."

Fang Heng sat down cross-legged and raised his right arm on the low table.

Senior Brother Bai took out a few fine needles made of ox hair and stabbed them in without looking at them. Then he continued to sort out the medicine: "Hold on, it will be almost done after today."

Fang Heng buried his head, his eyes dull.

 The broad back is like a bear.

The severe pain of repairing the veins can make the battle-experienced captain grind his teeth, but it cannot move his face.

 “No need to worry.”

Senior Brother Bai pushed the medicinal materials back into the cabinet, finally raised his head and said, "The opponent's attack is not heavy, there will be no sequelae."

 “Thank you, senior brother.”

Fang Heng came back to his senses. His mind was obviously not on his arm, but he didn't explain too much.

At this time, the two men walked into the bamboo house in whispers carrying earthen jars, and nodded respectfully to the senior brother in white.

Bai Ziming, the third disciple of the General Army, serves as a partial general in the Demon Suppression Department. He completed his cultivation in the Yuye Realm more than thirty years ago.

 In addition, he is also the best doctor in the Demon Suppression Division.

 “Go.”

Bai Ziming gently nodded his chin and motioned for the two of them to enter the inner room.

In an instant, he suddenly noticed that the corner of the eye of the junior brother in front of him twitched, and then his strong body suddenly stood up, turned around and grabbed the wrist of one of them, and said with a chill in his voice: "Why are you here?"

Being stared at by those sharp and murderous eyes was like being stared at by some ferocious beast.

Liu Xiujie and Li Xiaoer’s hearts were congested, and the earthen pots in their hands were clanging. Their words sounded like they were out of breath: "Master Fang... Mr. Fang..."

Before the two of them finished speaking, Fang Heng stepped away and stepped towards the inner room, regardless of the fine needle still stuck in his right arm.

Senior Brother Bai's medical clinic has always only treated serious injuries that cannot be treated by brigadier generals or elsewhere in the clinic. Among this group of people, the only one who can receive such treatment is Li Xinhan, a brigadier general.

as expected.

As soon as he opened the curtain, Fang Heng saw Li Xinhan wrapped in a rice dumpling on the bed.

His eyes narrowed, his teeth clenched, he took long strides, suddenly pulled the opponent up, and said sternly: "Where is the person?"

Li Xinhan finally regained some color on his face and turned pale again. Doubts flashed across his eyes, but he just squeezed out a few words coldly: "Are you sick?"

"I ask you…"

Fang Heng’s voice was as low as a thousand stones, his palms suddenly exerted force, and his face was gloomy: “Where is the person?!”

 Suddenly, a silver needle shot out and pierced his big orifice accurately.

Suffering from the instant soreness, Fang Heng was forced to let go of Li Xinhan, staggered back, stumbled against the wall, and then looked helplessly at the young man outside.

Senior Brother Bai put away the needle box, first waved to the angry Liu Xiujie and the two of them to go out, and then glanced at him lightly: "Come here and tell me slowly, who are you looking for?"

Fang Heng walked over and sat down, saying in a low voice: "Shen Yi, I'm afraid something will happen to him."

 “Who is Shen Yi?” Bai Ziming looked away. The reckless man sighed and started talking about it from Senior Sister Lin to Shen Yi leaving the General Military Mansion, explaining everything in detail.

“So your arm is folded in his hand?” Bai Ziming smiled interestingly.

 “Too careless.” Fang Heng closed his eyes, unwilling to bring up this topic again.

"You don't think much of him anyway, so you just left. What are you looking for him for?" Bai Ziming didn't really care. Qingzhou is so big, there are countless geniuses, and all kinds of adventures are endless. Those who are born with magical eyes can become his master in one day. But it is not surprising to master pulse observation.

“Master has the final say as to whether a disciple recommended by senior sister will be retained or not. It’s not my business to look down on him, but he must not exceed the rules.” Fang Heng tried his best to control his right arm.

"If you didn't keep him that day, master wouldn't keep him either." Bai Ziming smiled faintly and looked thoughtfully towards the inner room.

 Suppressing demons does not mean suppressing demons. Demons are also demons.

However, a martial artist can also be called a demon, it is just a name, and he can be found wherever he is needed.

The Demon Suppressor opened the way with a butcher's knife, and then used heavy treasures to lure him, and gathered the Qingzhou disciples inside.

 There are the best martial arts and treasure pills here, driving them to slay demons and eliminate demons, consuming both until a delicate balance is reached.

 As for those sects and aristocratic families that are unwilling to send disciples, Songhe Sect is the best example.

Junghu warriors are rampant, and the things they do are not much worse than those of demons.

None of the five disciples of General Bing came from aristocratic families. Among them, the one with the best family background was at most a merchant selling silk. The same was true for the demon-suppressing generals of the twelve counties.

 With no support behind him, he can only rely on the imperial court and dare to risk his life to kill demons and suppress them. This is the most important criterion for a master to accept a disciple.

Talent is the next best thing. After all, as long as you are willing to spend resources, unless you are really a genius who is rare in hundreds of years, or you are really a pig with a brain that can't figure it out, it will take decades to learn ordinary martial arts. Everything else is pretty much the same. .

"In any case, this decision cannot be made by me. Besides, Senior Sister Lin wants to keep him, not just for recommendation... There is a problem in Baiyun County, and he cannot run around."

Fang Heng stood up, pulled out the thin needle on his arm, cupped his hands and said, "I'm a rough guy, I hope my senior brother can teach me."

Bai Ziming raised his eyes: "Speak people's words and do people's things."

Fang Heng was stunned: "Can you be more detailed?"

　　　…”

Bai Ziming sighed helplessly: "Come to the door to give gifts, bow down and apologize...be careful, don't come back to harm my precious medicine. You are not a general. The medicine is very expensive, so you have to take it from me."

 “I remember it, thank you senior brother for your teaching.”

Fang Hengruo realized something, turned around and walked out of the bamboo house. Looking at the two people squatting outside in a daze, he hesitated: "Dare to ask..."

"Dare you ask?" Liu Xiujie stood up nervously.

“Where is Shen Yi?” Fang Heng frowned, not very used to it.

“In—” Liu Xiujie pointed subconsciously, and was immediately grabbed by Li Xiaoer’s arm.

 Damn, you were quite polite. I almost forgot that this was a martial arts lunatic. When they fought, he almost beat Chief Li to death.

Fang Heng glanced at the two of them lightly, and then walked outside.

  An hour later.

 The sturdy figure slowly walked into the courtyard and stood in front of the only closed door.

 He thought for a moment and knocked on the door.

 Dong dong dong.

 The person who opened the door was a big-bellied man who was a head taller than him.

Butcher Zhang rubbed his eyes sleepily and looked at the young man in front of him who was carrying oranges in his left hand and dried meat in his right hand.

He was a little surprised: "Who are you? Are you...a relative?"

 The young man said expressionlessly: "Fang Heng."

 (End of this chapter)