All Heavens Immortal Martial Arts

It was night, and the sky was extremely dark. He Heng sat in the guest room, sitting cross-legged quietly, his deep eyes tightly closed, and his spiritual consciousness realized the world and his own body.

At this moment, a shrill cry came from the next room.

He Heng Meng opened his eyes, the eyes were pitch black, a deep light flashed in the moonlight, and a strange smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

He looked out and saw that in Liu Wumei’s room, the lights were still on, and the sound came from there.

When martial arts have reached a certain level, the six senses will naturally be far superior to ordinary people. Although He Heng is not close to Liu Wumei’s house, he can still hear the voices clearly.

Only listen to Liu Wumei trembling: “You kill me! Kill me!” Then Li Yuhan said: “Be patient, be patient, don’t wake up others.” Liu Wumei hissed Said: “I can’t bear it anymore. It is better to die than to suffer like this.”

Liu Wumei’s groaning and panting, Li Yuhan’s whispering comforting voices, and the creaking sound of the bed board being pressed were constantly heard in the room.

It was obvious that Liu Wumei’s pain had not eased, she was suffering, she was struggling constantly, and Li Yuhan was trying to suppress her.

What exactly was the pain that made Liu Wumei unbearable?

He Heng doesn’t care about this, because he understands the reason very well in his heart, but what does that have to do with him?

Hearing the sound of “pull down”, a geese on the sycamore tree in the yard was startled, and He Heng seemed to see a flash of silver light in the leaves from the corner of He Heng’s eyes.

At this moment, a silver tael shot out from the bushes and hit He Heng. The urgency of the attack was beyond words.

Under a ray of silver light, things shot like lightning.

Whisper!

The longevity sword was unsheathed, the sword energy swelled three feet, and the splendid brilliance was frosty and cold.

“Brush! Brush! Brush!”

The dazzling sword light shrouded, and there was an interweaving sound of metal colliding. In just a moment, the sword light dissipated, and only a sudden sound of “ding ding ding” was heard, like a rainstorm knocking on a brick, and dozens of silver stars had been nailed beside him. on the ground, until it fell into the ground.

Then, a figure rose into the sky from the top of the wall in the shadow of the tree, folded in the sky, and rushed out of the dark night outside the wall.

“I want to go!” He Heng snorted coldly, his figure jumped abruptly, and the Longevity Sword suddenly flew out, even faster and more violently than he just took the “Rainstorm Pear Flower Needle”.

The figure didn’t have time to avoid it, and the sword energy directly penetrated his chest, and his internal organs were shattered in an instant.

In the desolate night, a mist rose, and He Heng’s figure was vaguely recognizable. The fog was originally light and faint, but in a moment it was thick like white smoke, and gradually even He Heng’s people could no longer see it.

He glanced at the man coldly, pulled out the sword of longevity from his chest, took out a jinpa and wiped it carefully, very focused.

At this moment, he picked up a flat silver box on the ground in front of him.

This silver box is seven inches long and three inches thick. It is extremely delicately made. There are three rows of extremely fine pinholes on one side of the box, with nine holes in each row.

On the top of the box, there is a very fine pattern carved. After a closer look, I realize that the pattern is actually two lines of characters, which looks like a small seal script and a bell-shaped dingwen.

He Heng himself is a learned person, so he naturally recognizes this word. There are 16 characters on it, which are: “Blood will be seen when you go out, ominous in empty, urgent in need, king of hidden weapons.”

“King of Hidden Weapons? Ridiculous!” He Heng looked at the box, and the corners of his mouth twitched, seeming to be very disdainful of what he said.

This kind of hidden weapon is at best a good weapon for ordinary soldiers in Datian World. It is far from being a high-end item. In some big families, it is just a toy for children.

The so-called king of hidden weapons sounds nice, but it’s not worth mentioning at all. Even in this world, he can’t deal with real masters.

Regardless of any hidden weapon, when it is triggered, there will inevitably be murderous intentions, and as long as a single line of murderous intentions is revealed, for experts like He Heng, it will be as dazzling as a fire in the dark.

Even when the killer came to He Heng in a radius of a hundred feet, He Heng felt his murderous aura. Against a master like him, no hidden weapon would work, unless it was a magical weapon at the level of a magical weapon.

In the big heaven world, some strong people can turn their own perception of heaven and earth into a talisman and engrave them into objects, forming various formation restrictions, linking the power of heaven and earth, and producing incredible effects.

This kind of utensil that has been inscribed with prohibition is called a magical instrument.

In the magic weapon, as long as the formation prohibition on the secret aura is engraved, it can block the six senses of the strong, cover up their own secrets, and thus become a terrible hidden weapon. That hidden weapon is the real thing that can kill immortals and gods.

As for the Rainstorm Pear Blossom Needle, something like this is not considered top-notch even among ordinary weapons, and it is ridiculous that it dares to call itself the king of hidden weapons!

He Heng threw the box at will, and looked deeply at Liu Wumei’s room.

The lights were out there, and the couple seemed to be asleep.

He Heng silently walked back to his room, where the lights had already burned out.

……

The next morning, He Heng woke up early. Although the sky was not yet bright, there was a rooster crowing in the distance.

He knocked on Liu Wumei’s door lightly, Li Yuhan had already lit the lamp, opened the door, and walked out wearing clothes, although there was some surprise on his face, he still smiled: “Brother Bai It’s too early to get up.”

He Heng smiled: “Where is it early? I didn’t sleep last night.”

Li Yuhan looked a little surprised and asked, “But what happened?”

He Heng waved his hand: “It’s nothing, but there’s only a rat left and right. He wanted to plot against Bai, but he died under my sword.”

Li Yuhan’s expression remained unchanged, he laughed, and said, “Where did the blind thief come from, who dared to attack Brother Bai’s idea, he deserved to die under the sword of longevity.”

Having said that, Li Yuhan looked back, quietly opened the door, sighed, and said, “My wife is a little uncomfortable, and my younger brother has just fallen asleep.”

“Oh! What’s wrong with Mrs. Liu? She’s actually in her arms?” He Heng asked with a frown.

Li Yuhan’s eyelids twitched and she smiled bitterly: “This is her old problem. It happens twice a month. It doesn’t have much to do with it, but it’s very troublesome.”

He Heng asked with some doubts: “Could it be that you can’t hire a famous doctor to cure Mrs. Liu’s illness just because of the face of Yongcui Villa?”

Li Yuhan’s eyes jumped again, and then he smiled bitterly: “This disease is really incurable. I don’t know how many famous doctors I have visited in the past few years, whether it is Beiwang Nanzhang, Ye Xingshi and other peerless famous doctors, all of them are the same. When I saw it, I was helpless.”

“It’s so serious?” He Heng frowned, and then said: “It just so happens that Bai is also a little bit more refined about pharmacology. Would you like me to show my wife?”

The corners of Li Yuhan’s eyes twitched, but her face collapsed immediately, and said, “How embarrassing, and anyway, after so many years, she hasn’t been cured…”

He Heng suddenly stopped his words and said, “Brother Li’s words are not good. If you are sick, you need to treat it. Otherwise, over time, your body will only collapse. Let Bai take a look and there will be nothing wrong, saying: Maybe I can just cure her?”

“This…” Li Yuhan seemed a little hesitant, thought for a while, then nodded sharply and said, “Then thank you brother Bai.”

He opened the door, stretched out his hand and said, “Please!”

Liu Wumei was lying on the bed at the moment, dressed in plain clothes, her complexion was a little sickly, extremely pale, revealing a hint of weakness.

Li Yuhan walked to the bed, gently lifted her up, leaned on her body, and said softly, “How are you feeling?”

“Don’t worry, I’ll be fine.” Liu Wumei’s voice was very gentle, looking at Li Yuhan softly, like a woman in water.

Li Yuhan also held her hand tightly and looked at her eyes warmly, full of tenderness.

“Cough,, cough, cough.” He Heng coughed inappropriately, breaking the scene of four eyes meeting, tenderness like electricity.

Li Yuhan only remembered He Heng’s existence at this time, and quickly said embarrassedly, “It’s my little brother who is rude. I hope Brother Bai will forgive me.”

Liu Wumei frowned and smiled, her face a little crimson.

“Haha, the affectionate relationship between Brother Li and Mrs. Xian is actually envious of my generation, what is rude.” He Heng laughed, came to Liu Wumei, and said, “I heard that Mrs. Liu is ill, and let me A pulse ~www.mtlnovel.com~ Liu Wu’s eyebrows moved suddenly, and he looked at Li Yuhan, stretched out his slender hand, and said, “Brother Laobai is here, and I am very grateful. “

“Haha, you’re welcome.” He Heng smiled, raised his right hand, and grabbed Liu Wumei’s white jade wrist.

Since ancient times, medicine and martial arts have not been separated from each other. Generally speaking, the achievements of wise martial arts experts in medicine will never be too bad.

In fact, He Heng’s medical skills are by no means inferior to any top doctor in the world, or even better.

After all, he came from the great world.

The Datian World has a history of thousands of years, and the medical and Taoist aspects have already developed to the extreme. A brilliant medical and Taoist master can really bring the dead back to life.

He Heng naturally does not have this kind of accomplishment, but Feixian College actually has a course in medicine. With the background of the big world, even if it is only the most basic medical theory, it can crush the top doctors in this world. He Heng Although he didn’t study much about medicine, before he came to this world, he had memorized many textbooks from Feixian Academy, including medicine.

Over the years, he has slowly digested that knowledge, and he is confident that among the students of the entire Feixian Academy, except for a very few perverts, no one can compete with him in the miscellaneous sciences of medicine, arithmetic, and formation. shoulder to shoulder.

In this world, his accomplishments in medicine are enough to stand out in the world. This is the gap between the two worlds.

He slowly felt his pulse. After a while, He Heng’s complexion became serious, he let go of Liu Wumei’s wrist and looked at Li Yuhan.

“Brother Bai, how is it?” Li Yuhan asked nervously.

He Heng raised his head slightly, looked at the two of them and said, “She is not sick.”

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