After that, Yu qiubai also checked on Ling Yichen's injuries.
"Pill master Yu, how's my friend's injury?" Ling Chuxi asked the moment Yu qiubai stopped. Now, she finally knew what it felt like to turn to any doctor in a desperate situation. Even though she knew that Yu qiubai's medical skills and pill refinement skills were inferior to hers, he won in terms of his rich experience. However, she still had some hope in Him.
"This injury ..." Yu qiubai wanted to speak but stopped.
"Pill master Yu, please tell me. I think I already know what I need to know." Ling Yichen said straightforwardly, without any qualms.
"Alright then, I'll get straight to the point. Young master Ling's injury is very strange. If this continues, once his meridians and Qi vessel completely disappear, he won't even be able to keep his life, let alone cultivate. My abilities are limited, and I'm afraid I can't help much." Yu qiubai said apologetically. In front of Ling Chuxi, he basically no longer considered himself an old man. If he were to say those two words again, he would feel ashamed.
Ling Chuxi couldn't help but look at Yu qiubai in a new light. This person indeed had some cultivation to be able to see the crux of Ling Yichen's injury. However, these words were equivalent to nonsense to her.
"I think I've heard master mention this kind of injury before. Maybe he has a way." Yu qiubai continued.
Liu Wuyan! Ling Chuxi's eyes lit up. Of course she knew who his master was. She had long heard about Liu Wuyan's life from Pavilion master Meng and was deeply impressed by his ambition to revitalize the alchemy world. Liu Wuyan had become famous at a young age and had a long reputation in the alchemy world. He was also very knowledgeable and had collected many ancient medical books that had been lost in the heaven region. Perhaps he could really think of a way.
"Is Alchemist Grandmaster Ling here?" Shopkeeper Qian's voice came from outside the door.
"Shopkeeper Qian, please come in." Ling Chuxi remembered that shopkeeper Qian had specially come looking for her not long after she had left the pill Heart Pavilion. He thought that something had happened to the pill Heart Pavilion again, so he spoke up.
The door opened, and shopkeeper Qian walked in with a thin old man and a middle-aged man and woman.
The moment she saw this old man, Ling Chuxi felt a headache coming on. Wasn't this the old man who had been crazily whipping his chicken feet and trying to take her in as a disciple just now? He's quite impressive, actually finding this place through shopkeeper Qian.
Since she was young, this was the first time Ling Chuxi had encountered someone so eager to accept a disciple.
The old man saw Ling Chuxi the moment he entered and his face was filled with surprise. He scurried up in a few steps and his two hands were used to whipping out chicken claws.
Ling Chuxi remembered reading in a book that some master was suffering from a terminal illness or was seriously injured and knew that he would not live for long. Before he died, he suddenly met a young man with extraordinary talent and did everything he could to take him in as a disciple and pass on his legacy. Could it be that this old man was also in the same situation?
Looking at his hands that were shaking so much that it made one's head spin, the more Ling Chuxi thought about it, the more she felt that it was possible.
Sigh, this old man is also a pitiful person. Why don't I just acknowledge him as my master and forget about other people's last wishes? in any case, he won't be alive for long and doesn't have many days left, so it won't be too troublesome.
Ling Chuxi didn't realize that after spending more time with Xia Yimin, her thoughts had also become unusually broad, floating further and further, floating higher and higher. Imagination is also a contagious disease.
"Hahahaha, I really didn't expect to see you so soon. You and I are indeed fated." The old man immediately grabbed Ling Chuxi's hand. He was so excited that his entire body was trembling. Even his laughter was trembling.
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