The pill melts in the mouth.

The girl's slender and fair little hands whipped Wang Meng's chest, and the true energy guided the melting medicine to flow down.

The girl's little hands wandered around Wang Meng's body, and the medicine flowed through her body.

"It's your turn!" The girl who was sweating at the tip of her nose suddenly straightened up and said to the old man. Then she sat on a chair to adjust her breathing.

"Ah? It's my turn? I want my old man to take action himself? Who is he? What kind of virtue is it worth my husband to take action? Who is I? Who is I? Who is in the world knows who doesn't know?" The old man was unhappy again at that time.

"What a corpse-breaking corpse maker? If you don't do it, I'll give you fried rice with corpse oil from now on." The girl said lightly.

Wow!

The old man almost vomited, but he quickly started working. The girl had a hot temper, but she could do it.

After the old man took out the needle and thread, he threaded the needle and thread on Wang Meng's body to repair the sewing. Soon Wang Meng's body was densely packed with threads. This was repairing the tendons and veins, connecting the broken tendons and veins.

This is definitely an advanced technology.

The needle is longer than the silver needle, and is about the same thickness, but it has a hook in front, like an embroidery needle. The thread is not an ordinary thread, it is actually a silk-like green thread.

Every time you thread a needle, there will be crystal clear flow on the needle and thread.

This is the old man's true energy.

This is a unique skill, one of the few corpse repairers in the world.

The corpse repairer is also called a corpse sewing craftsman, a second cobbler. Good people are unwilling to do it, but they cannot do it by others.

And they are facing various terrifying corpses with broken limbs and broken arms and missing bodies, and there are almost no one who can do this.

Over time, this unpopular industry has ended and this craft has been lost.

The ancient martial arts world is an ancient world, but only this grandfather and grandson are left to know this craft.

The old man is called Ballon, and the girl is his granddaughter, Bai Ling.

The ancient martial arts world is a world where the strong prey on the weak, with constant struggles and many deaths. Rich families hope that the bodies of dead relatives can be completely completed. Therefore, Broadway does not have to worry about business.

In fact, Broadway's family-born skills can not only repair dead people, but also live people.

But since Broadway started doing this, he only cured death, not life.

So no one knows the secret that he can cure living people.

This is also to avoid trouble. After all, there are many enemies in living people. If you save them, the enemy will hate the rescuer.

If the dead bodies repaired by Broadway are just separated or broken, but as long as there are no missing parts, they will be like complete after repair. Even the wound does not exist.

Therefore, Broadway charges expensive. Because he is also using true qi to repair it. Moreover, his medicine and his threads are very fake. They are also very rare.

Bai Ling, slightly inferior.

The stinky pills that Broadway gave Wang Meng were actually for the dead to eat. After eating, they would have the effect of softening the body and stimulating the vitality of the body. This would make the wounds of the incomplete corpse heal.

But if the dead eat it, the vitality can only be temporarily preserved. However, if the living eat it, the vitality of the limbs will be stimulated to accelerate recovery.

To put it bluntly, this is the healing medicine.

But outsiders don't know.

"The new bones are regenerated, the tendons and veins are connected, and the five internal organs are back to their positions. It's done!" Broadway was still energetic after finishing work, which shows that his deep skills are achieved.

Bai Ling closed her eyes and adjusted her breathing without saying anything.

Broadway said to Bailing: "You haven't cooked for grandpa? Grandpa is hungry."

"His soul was severely damaged." Bai Ling said lightly, closing his eyes.

"What? Girl? Do you still need me to repair his soul? What a joke? Once the skills of soul replenishing skills are exposed, will we still have a peaceful life?" Broadway jumped again.

The grandson woman is very cold, but she is surprisingly kind-hearted. However, this craft must not be exposed. Even the craft of repairing living people should not be exposed.

"Save people to the end, and send Buddha to the West. There are immeasurable merits." The girl said lightly.

"This is absolutely not possible. No matter what you say, you can't do it. Who knows he is a good person or a bad person?" Broadway refused to do it.

"Will the bad guys be so bloody and so kind?" Bai Ling said slowly with a cold face.

"I would rather eat fried rice with corpse oil than do it!" Broadway said that, turned around and walked out angrily.

Bai Ling opened her eyes and looked at Wang Meng in a coma and sighed. She knew that grandpa was also doing her best. This craft of soul-supplementing should not be exposed, otherwise troubles would follow.

Bai Ling checked Wang Meng's injuries on one side, then covered Wang Meng with a quilt and went to cook for the old man. Of course, it wouldn't be fried rice with corpse oil.

A month has passed.

Under Bai Ling's careful care, the broken bones on Wang Meng's body regenerated, and the broken tendons and veins were slowly healing.

But, still unconscious.

Wang Meng's soul trauma was too severe. He was overdrawn and was already ruined.

Wang Meng actually recovered unconsciously.

Natural martial arts are omnipotent. It just takes time.

The Daozong was in chaos at this time. Because the little ancestor was in a bad mood, he looked for people to discuss with him everywhere and beat everyone he saw. There were countless injured disciples.

The disciples who can beat Xian'er dare not attack the elder-level closed disciples. The only thing they can't beat is to be beaten.

The Taoist sects are afraid of avoiding it.

Wherever the little ancestors passed, no grass would grow, and the creatures would escape far away.

Shangqingzi and several elders were so angry that they were silent.

Ding Lingling, Xian'er's remote sensing bell never leaves, hoping to call Brother Dao.

But every time, I received no response.

Xian'er was very sad, and if she was sad, she would beat someone up.

Bai Ling sat in the yard, looking at the blue sky and white clouds, with a look of yearning.

Broad was lying on the rocking chair, his eyes closed and his mind was basking in the sun, but his spiritual sense was paying attention to Bai Ling.

He knew what Bai Ling was thinking.

How old is Bailing? It is when I was young, I yearning for freedom and experience in the world. This is the dream of every young man in the ancient martial arts world.

However, the old man was not worried about his granddaughter's safety, and Bai Ling couldn't let go of the old man.

Suddenly, Broadway saw tears rolling out from his granddaughter's eyes.

Broad, my heart hurts.

"Do you miss your parents?" Broad opened his eyes.

"It would be great if our skills could help our lives." Bai Ling did not deny it and said, wiping away his tears.

Broad was about to be safe from his granddaughter when the gate of the courtyard was suddenly knocked.

Bai Ling stood up and opened the door.

A man dressed as a housekeeper and a few servants came.

He was very kind and came to take away the repaired corpse.

After the repaired corpse was examined, the fat butler praised it and left with the corpse after paying the spirit stone.

Broadway was always lying in the rocking chair without moving.

Bai Ling closed the yard door and walked directly to Wang Meng's room.

The old man stretched out his hand: "Spirit Stone."

The relationship is the old man who manages the accounts.

The two of them settle the score clearly.

"You owe me ten years of wages, now, I want them. These can only be worth one year." Bai Ling said coldly.
Chapter completed!