"What?" As soon as Zhang Sanfeng felt Ren Yingying's pulse, he was shocked by the cold Qi in her meridians, "Whose True Qi could be so insidious?"
Ah Zi hurriedly said, "This lady was accidentally hurt by my Junior Brother. It's a misunderstanding, a misunderstanding." Although she grew up in the Western Region, Zhang Sanfeng's name was still well-known. Hearing that Ren Yingying was Zhang Sanfeng's granddaughter-in-law, Ah Zi was worried that Zhang Sanfeng would kill You Tanzhi in anger.
Seeing that the fairy in his heart actually helped him out, You Tanzhi's eyes suddenly became wet. He secretly vowed in his heart, "In this life, I will protect Miss Ah Zi and not let her suffer any grievances!"
Unfortunately, he didn't know that Ah Zi didn't care about his life or death, but was worried that after he died, it would not be so easy to find such an obedient slave …
"Miss Ren, is it really like this?" Zhang Sanfeng looked at Ren Yingying suspiciously and asked.
Ren Yingying frowned slightly, secretly glanced at Song Qingshu, and subconsciously answered, "Yes, it is indeed a misunderstanding." She saw that Ah Zi had been subdued by Song Qingshu, and You Tanzhi was also obedient to Ah Zi, so You Tanzhi was also on the same side as Song Qingshu. Just now, he had been helping her, so it was not good to cut off his potential help.
Seeing that Ren Yingying didn't pursue the matter, Zhang Sanfeng nodded slightly and no longer asked. Then he turned to continue to check the situation of the cold poison in her body, and soon he was surprised again, "The cold poison in your body is extremely overbearing. If it weren't for someone protecting your meridians at the cost of their True Qi, I'm afraid that by now the cold poison in your body would have invaded the top of your head, the heart, and the Dantian. At that time, the cold poison in your body would not be cured by external forces."
Zhang Wuji was hit by the Xuan Ming Magical Palm when he was a child, and Zhang Sanfeng spent a lot of effort to cure him of the cold poison, so he naturally knew more about the cold poison than ordinary people. At that time, Zhang Wuji's head, heart, and Dantian were invaded by the cold poison, so even with Zhang Sanfeng's hundred years of cultivation, he couldn't suck out the cold poison in his body, so he had to go to the Shaolin Temple alone to ask for the "Nine Yang Divine Skill", hoping that Zhang Wuji could practice the "Nine Yang Divine Skill" and use the pure Yang Qi to force the cold poison out.
"Ah?" Ren Yingying cried out in alarm. With Zhang Sanfeng's level of cultivation, if he were to say something like this, then he definitely wouldn't be wrong. Although she was grateful to that mysterious person for lending a hand to save her, she couldn't help but have a guess in her heart. Perhaps the other party was planning to take advantage of her by constantly hugging her like this. It was only now that she understood that the mysterious person really did it purely for the sake of saving her, and didn't have the slightest bit of evil thoughts.
Thinking that she had misunderstood the other party, Ren Yingying could not help but give Song Qingshu an apologetic look.
Noticing Ren Yingying's gaze, Zhang Sanfeng also looked towards Song Qingshu.
He praised, "On one hand, you have to suppress the overbearing cold poison in Yingying's body, and on the other hand, you have to deal with the top experts of the martial arts world. Your skills are truly unfathomable."
Song Qingshu broke out in a cold sweat, thinking to himself, with the difference in seniority between the two of us, how could I deserve such a respectful title from Zhang SanFeng? He hastily saluted and said, "Junior pays his respects to Master Zhang." He was a little hesitant, not knowing if he should tell Zhang SanFeng his real face. But because of what happened at the Lion-slaying Convention, he subconsciously had some conflict with the WuTang Clan. After hesitating for a long time, he finally didn't say anything.
Zhang SanFeng laughed loudly, "You don't have to be so polite, little monk. Speaking of which, I still have to thank you for saving Yingying. She is the future daughter-in-law of our WuTang Clan."
Ren Yingying was embarrassed and embarrassed, but it was hard to explain the real relationship between her and Song Qingshu, so she could only hold it in and sulk alone.
Song Qingshu also had a strange look on his face, so he had no choice but to say, "Then I'll have to trouble Master Zhang to suppress the cold poison for Miss Ren. I still have to fight with this Master Xu Zhu."
"Of course." Zhang SanFeng smiled slightly, and the dense purple gas in his body moved according to his thoughts. A majestic and rich internal Qi was injected into Ren Yingying's meridians. Wherever it passed, the cold poison immediately melted like ice and snow.
Ren Yingying gritted her teeth and suddenly said, "Master Zhang is like a half-immortal in the martial arts world. Even my father can only greet you as a disciple when he sees you. If Yingying asks you to treat me personally, won't it … won't it shorten my life? I'd better let my friend detoxify me. "
As soon as she said this, everyone around was suddenly stunned. Even Song Qingshu looked surprised. Although she said it politely, everyone present was a smart person, and they all felt the strangeness in her words. It seemed … it seemed that she didn't want to have too much to do with the WuTang Clan.
"This …" Zhang SanFeng frowned slightly. He noticed that Ren Yingying had a strange feeling for this mysterious masked man, and he suddenly felt a little unhappy. After all, she was already Song Qingshu's fiancée in name, but now she was flirting with another man …
"Another demoness from the Devil Cult." Zhang SanFeng secretly sighed. He originally didn't pay much attention to the difference between good and evil. Who would have thought that his favorite disciple, Zhang CuiShan, fell in love with Yin SuSu of the Heavenly Eagle Cult and caused Yu DaiYan to be crippled. Zhang CuiShan committed suicide. The white-haired person had to send the black-haired person off.
But Zhang SanFeng was after all a person who had lived for a hundred years. His mind quickly became open-minded. "This little girl dared to take the initiative to express her true feelings in front of me. It seems that her marriage with Song Qingshu was out of her control. The women of the Devil Cult really dared to love and hate. If I had this kind of courage in the past …"
He touched his bosom.
Zhang SanFeng couldn't help but recall an old incident from his youth when he saw the pair of Shaolin Iron Luohan in the novel. In his heart, he felt a trace of admiration for Ren Yingying.
"If that's the case, then I won't overstep my bounds." Zhang SanFeng smiled slightly. He reached out his hand and gently pushed Ren Yingying back into Song Qingshu's bosom.
"You …" Song Qingshu looked at the beauty in his bosom. He was completely stunned.
"Shh! Don't speak. "Ren Yingying's cherry lips slightly opened. She quietly mouthed to him.
Although Song Qingshu didn't know what she meant, he didn't continue to ask. He thought that if the cold poison in her body wasn't suppressed for a long time, it would come back even more seriously. He hurriedly helped her get rid of the cold poison.
"This person, why … why did he put his hand on my lower abdomen again!" Ren Yingying's face was flushed red. She was so ashamed that she almost stamped her feet.
Song Qingshu was only doing it out of habit. After he put his hand on her abdomen, he suddenly noticed the strange gazes of everyone, including Zhang SanFeng. Only then did he react. But in his bones, he had always been a straightforward person. Thinking that Ren Yingying was originally his fiancée, he gave up on the idea of retracting his hand.
"Benefactor, do you still want to compete?" Seeing that Song Qingshu actually began to treat Ren Yingying's cold poison, Xuzhu couldn't help but frown. If it weren't for Zhang SanFeng, he might have already rushed over.
Seeing that Song Qingshu naturally put his hand on Ren Yingying's private part, and Ren Yingying didn't seem to be angry at all, Zhang SanFeng sighed in his heart. "Sure enough, this poor Taoist will be a good person to the end."
"This Buddhist is currently treating Miss Ren's injury. I'm afraid it's not convenient for us to fight. Masters, can you give this poor Taoist some face and let today's matter drop for the time being?"
Xuzhu's expression became serious. He hurriedly looked back at Master Fangzheng and Xuan Cheng. Although his martial arts were high, his status in the temple was too low. Naturally, he had to follow the wishes of the two masters.
"This …" Master Fangzheng looked embarrassed. "If it was any other matter, Master Zhang, I would naturally obey. But this time it's related to Yi …"
Before he finished speaking, Xuan Cheng interrupted him. "This poor monk usually practices the 72 Ultimate Skills of Shaolin in the temple, and there are many things that I don't understand. I have long wanted to ask Master Zhang, but it's a pity that you have been in closed-door training all these years. Today, I am fortunate to meet you, Master Zhang, and I hope you can answer my doubts. "
Zhang SanFeng was slightly stunned. "If you have doubts about the 72 Ultimate Skills, why don't you ask the senior monks in the temple, but ask me?" However, he quickly realized that Xuan Cheng was insinuating that he was a traitor of Shaolin in the past, and that he had secretly learned the 72 Ultimate Skills of Shaolin, which was how he founded the great WuTang Clan.
(End of this chapter)
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