Begin immortality by slaying demons

The Demon Suppressing Department, the Medical Workshop.

About thirty lofts were arranged in sequence, and all the captains coming and going were injured.

A plain bamboo house squeezed inside looks quite dazzling.

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

The exception was the sturdy young man, who didn't even wear any clothes, only a simple short coat.

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

He shouted respectfully towards the man in white clothes, Shengxue, who was sitting behind the low table: "Senior Brother Bai."

"Can you please stop looking for me with a miserable face every day?"

The young man who was called Senior Brother Bai had a jade-like face, two strands of hair hanging down from his temples, and a pair of clean palms quickly counting a plate of fragrant medicinal materials.

He didn't raise his eyes and said calmly: "Put your arms up."

Fang Heng sat down cross-legged obediently, raising his right arm and placing it on the low table.

Senior Brother Bai took out a few fine needles made of ox hair and stabbed them in without looking. Then he continued to sort out the medicine: "Bear with it, 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 his veins could make the experienced captain grind his teeth, but it could not 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 other party is not heavy-handed, there will be no sequelae."

"Thank you, senior brother."

Fang Heng came back to his senses. His mind was obviously not on his arms, 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, served as a partial general in the Demon Suppression Department. He had perfected the Yuye Realm more than thirty years ago.

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

"Go ahead."

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 he suddenly stood up with a strong body, 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 jars in their hands were clanging. Their words sounded like they were out of breath: "Fang...Master Fang..."

Before they could finish 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 generals or elsewhere in the hospital. 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 strode forward, suddenly pulled the other person up, and said sternly: "Where is the person?"

Li Xinhan's face finally regained some color 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.

Under the sudden feeling of 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 from Senior Sister Lin to Shen Yi leaving the General Military Mansion, detailing 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 whether to retain a disciple recommended by senior sister. 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.

The Demon Suppressing Division is not the Demon Suppressing Division. Demons are 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-Suppressing Division opened the way with a butcher's knife, and then used heavy treasures to lure and gather the Qingzhou disciples.

Here are the best martial arts and treasures, driving them to slay demons and demons, consuming both until a delicate balance is reached.

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

Jianghu warriors have become rampant, and the things they do are not much worse than monsters.

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

With no support behind him, he could only rely on the imperial court and dare to risk his life to kill demons and suppress demons. 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 fine 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 I 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, but Li Xiaoer suddenly grabbed his arm.

Damn, you were so polite. I almost forgot that this was a martial arts lunatic. He almost beat Chief Li to death during the fight.

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

An hour later.

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

He thought for a moment and reached out to knock on the door.

Boom, boom, boom.

The person who opened the door was a pot-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.

Somewhat surprised: "Who are you? Are you... a relative?"

The young man said expressionlessly: "Fang Heng."