Chapter 389, Meng is seriously ill

"The boy guessed!"

Long Fei smiled and said, "In my opinion, Zhu Ran can hurt the elder not because his martial arts level is higher than the elder, but because his martial arts are more special!"

Meng Ting was shocked, and Long Fei's words were as if he had personally tried Zhu Ran's martial arts.

In terms of the realm of martial arts, Zhu Ran and Meng Ting are only between Bo Zhong, but Zhu Ran's martial arts are really special. At that time, when Meng Ting chased Zhu Ran, he was slapped by Zhu Ran's backhand. It was this palm that Meng Ting was injected with an internal force by Zhu Ran.

If the general martial artist injects internal force, Meng Ting can be easily resolved, which is almost effortless. However, after this internal force enters Meng Ting's body, it is suddenly divided into more than a dozen strands, each of which is like an ice knife, killing Meng Ting's body to death and painfully.

Although Meng Ting tried his best to suppress it and melted it with his own spiritual power, the strength of these more than a dozen silks seemed to be a real ice knife made of cold iron. No matter how Meng Ting defused it, the strength of these more than a dozen silks did not move, and it was still slaughtered in Meng Ting's body as usual.

Since Song Chuncheng escaped from the ship, Meng Ting has been enduring this pain, but now it seems that Meng Ting has obviously lost the battle with this strength, so that the injury is aggravated at this time and he is dying.

Is this still a person who has not learned martial arts?

Meng Ting's view of Long Fei was shaken. Can a person who has not learned martial arts guess Zhu Ran and his own martial arts realm?

"Actually, the boy has learned martial arts!" As if he knew Meng Ting's thoughts, Long Fei automatically solved Meng Ting's puzzles: "It used to be a spiritual realm, but later he lost his martial arts due to injury!"

"Spiritual realm!" The three people in the room were shocked and looked at Long Fei with suspicion: How old is Long Fei, and his martial arts have reached the realm of becoming a spirit, and Meng Ting is just the realm of becoming a spirit at this time. Don't brag too much?

"Who did you get hurt from?" Lao Huang stared at Long Fei and asked unkindly.

"This is a secret, you can't say it!" Long Fei smiled faintly and said, "I want to take control of the pulse for the elder, but I wonder if it's okay?"

"Tap the pulse!" As soon as Long Fei's voice fell, Lao Huang took a step forward, stood in front of him, and despised, "Will you read it? You don't want to take the opportunity to hurt your master again!"

Since Long Fei said that he had learned martial arts and was in the realm of becoming a spirit, Lao Huang did not dare to take it lightly. Although the martial arts have lost their martial arts, their understanding of the human body is not comparable to ordinary people. If Long Fei suddenly poisons his hand to support the current situation, he can only lead the neck to be killed.

Although Lao Huang extremely suspected that Long Fei had said that he had been a spiritual warrior, he did not suspect that Long Fei had been a martial artist, because Long Fei's judgment on Zhu Ran's martial arts just now was indeed extremely accurate.

"Thank you for your kindness!" Meng quite declined Long Fei's kindness: "The old man came from a medicine industry and has a slight understanding of illness and injury. I know my own situation, so I won't bother Long Fei!"

Long Fei looked at Lao Huang. Although Lao Huang deliberately embarrassed Long Fei several times, Long Fei, a loyal servant, did not hate the master's servant. Instead, he still appreciated it and smiled and said, "The so-called authorities are fascinated, and the bystanders are clear. Maybe there is something that the old man can't think of, and it happens that the boy thought of it!"

Meng Ting began to meditate. Long Fei said that he might have been a martial artist in the realm of becoming a spirit, but Long Fei's insight and courage really made him a little admirable. Since he was captured by Meng Ting, he has never seen Long Fei feel depressed.

"In that case, Long Fei will take a look for me!" Meng Ting slowly stretched out his left hand.

"Master!" Lao Huang became anxious and reached out to stop him.

"It's okay!" Meng Ting said lightly, "Long Fei won't hurt me!" He turned his eyes to Long Fei and said, "It's time to start!"

Long Fei slowly touched Meng Ting's wrist, so slow that they had a chance to repent. However, since Meng Ting spoke, Lao Huang really stopped Long Fei, but stood on the side between Meng Ting and Long Fei. Obviously, he was still worried about Long Fei and was ready to take action at any time.

As soon as he touched Meng Ting's hand, Long Fei was shocked. Long Fei only felt that he was touching a popsicle. Long Fei was so cold that he almost withdrew his hand. It turned out that his body could still freeze to this temperature. At the same time, Long Fei also felt Meng Ting's hand trembling gently, which can be imagined. His body is suffering so great that even his martial arts can't control it.

Long Fei put the four fingers of his right hand except his thumb on Meng's wrist and pressed them gently. The harder he used, the more he felt the coldness of Meng's body. It seemed that it was not a living person lying **, but a piece of Xuanbing for ten thousand years.

Closing his eyes, Long Fei carried his spirit and crossed into Meng Ting's body from the place where he came into contact with Meng Ting's wrist. Suddenly, the situation in Meng Ting's body was as vivid as a three-dimensional image.

The reason why Long Fei mentions that he is Meng Ting's pulse is his own spiritual power. Since his spiritual power can be crossed out of the body and explore the situation around the body, it should also be able to cross into other people's bodies and explore the situation in other people's bodies.

This is indeed the case. When Long Fei's spiritual power crossed into Meng Ting's body, the three-dimensional figure was as clear as the real eyes.

When Long Fei's spiritual power crossed into Meng Ting's body, what surprised Long Fei most was not the various organs in Meng Ting's body, but a trace of cold inner strength silk swimming around like a small fish in Meng Ting meridians. It was these spun that almost frozen Meng Ting into a big piece of ice.

These inner-like hairs swim back and forth in the meridians in Meng Ting's body. Every time they swim, they are like a group of fierce mermaids. They not only bring cold to Meng's whole body, but also hit the wall of Meng's meridians fiercely. Some actually broke the wall path, like a fish out of trouble, swimming into Meng's body. Other places.

The super recovery ability of Meng Tinghua spiritual warriors immediately repaired these damaged meridians, trapped these inner power travel wires in the meridians, and then slowly resolved them with their own super martial arts.

Now Meng Ting's situation is constantly fighting against those cold silk threads. According to now, those silk threads obviously have the upper hand, which leads to Meng Ting's injury to become more and more serious. The whole person is not only frozen into ice, but also has to endure the pain of internal silk passing through the body.

Long Fei understood the reason why Meng Ting set up such a big stove and medicine pot in the room. It turned out that he was trying to use heat and medicine to drive away the cold in the body and suppress the inner hair flow in the body.

The spiritual power cruised in Meng Ting's body for a while, and Long Fei opened his eyes.

"What does Long Fei think?" Meng Ting looked at Long Fei calmly and asked in a flat tone.

Although Meng Ting's tone was light, as if he had seen life and death and accepted his fate. When asking this sentence, he also thought that Long Fei must have no good way to treat his injury, but deep in his heart, there was still a little hope to hear curative words from Long Fei's mouth.

"The elder feels like being in the cold ice, and his whole body hurts like ten thousand ants piercing his heart!" Long Fei looked at Meng Ting and said, "The elder feels that there are many traces of internal strength in his body that are constantly hitting his body?"

"Exact!" Blindfolded his eyes lit up and looked at Long Fei and said, "Is there any way for Long Fei to treat him?" Looking at people who live and die, if they live enough, of course, it's better to live.

Long Fei didn't answer. Suddenly, he stretched out a finger with his left hand and quickly straightened his chest, and then smiled and said, "What do you think of the elder?"

"Oh!" Meng Ting suddenly shouted in surprise. He felt that there was an inner strength silk that had just passed through the meridians and swam here. Unexpectedly, when Long Fei pointed it, it instantly turned into nothing, which made Meng Ting ignited the hope of survival again.

"What conditions do you want?" Meng Ting looked at Long Fei and asked slowly and solemnly. Long Fei's finger made him see the hope of recovery, but Meng Ting could be the host of Song Chunhai Temple, the main sacrifice of Song Chun, and the elder of the fish people. Naturally, he knew that there was no free lunch in the world. If Long Fei wanted to take action, he must have enough compensation.

However, Meng Ting still breathed a sigh of relief. As long as Long Fei was still under his control, he was not afraid that Long Fei could not take action. He also secretly congratulated in his heart that he had captured a hostage, but unexpectedly he had captured his life-saving grass and came back.

"No conditions!" Long Fei smiled faintly and said, "I want a quiet room, and it's better not to have it next to me, otherwise the boy can't calm down."

"Don't leave the secluded room!" Meng Ting immediately said to Lao Huang, "Lao Huang, you all go out and wait outside. No one is allowed to come in without my order."

Lao Huang hurriedly said, "Master, this can't be done, if this boy..."

Meng Ting cut off Lao Huang's words: "Don't worry, the little brother is not that kind of person." Although the tone is light, it is resolute and indisputable.

Long Fei warned, "Don't come in even if you hear any noise. Otherwise, if you shock the treatment, you will lose all your previous efforts, and maybe it will be more serious."

Lao Huang had no choice but to walk out of the door. Before leaving, he gave Long Fei a warning look, but his caring eyes frequently stayed on Meng Ting.

After Lao Huang and Ding Chajie went out, Long Fei went over and closed the door, removed the iron pot and stove hanging in the room, opened the window and toss it into the sea.

Suddenly, a fresh sea breeze with a salty smell blew into the room. The pungent smell that had previously permeated the whole room was swept away by the wind, and the smell gradually faded.

Unprepared, Meng shivered. Because he wore too few clothes and the internal strength of his body like ice silk, he was not fresh about the sea breeze, but felt cold and piercing, but he couldn't help it. He closed his eyes and clenched his teeth tightly.

A martial artist with decades of internal cultivation has been immersed in cold and heat. Unexpectedly, he would be so weak just because of an injury.

Long Fei arranged everything according to his own ideas. Long Fei walked to Meng Ting's bed and looked at Meng Ting's skin with a layer of pimples because of the cold and said, "The elders are not afraid that the boy is really harmful to people's hearts."

"Don't be afraid!" Meng Ting smiled and said, "Even if Long Fei is harmful to people's hearts, he doesn't have to take action by himself. He knows the situation of the old man. As long as Long Fei says that he can't be cured, he can't support him for a long time. Why put himself in danger like this?"

Long Fei grabbed Meng Ting's clothes, helped him put them on, and said, "Maybe I just want to kill you with my own hands to relieve the hatred of being caught by you in the sea."

Meng Ting smiled again and said, "That's also an old man who doesn't look at the wrong person. He can only blame himself, not others." Because of the cold stimulation, he is more awake than before, his strength seems to recover a lot, and his speech is much clearer. He is no longer weak and sick.

Long Fei laughed and said, "You are really good at talking. You're not scolding me if you saw the wrong person."

Smiling, stop talking, close your eyes and rest.

Long Fei helped Meng Ting up and sat down and whispered, "Remember to hold the middle and guard one as usual, and don't have other distracting thoughts, otherwise it will affect the treatment."

Meng Ting nodded slightly and said, "I know that there is anything else to pay attention to. Long Fei can say it together!"

"There is one more requirement, boy!" Long Fei said, "I hope you can accept it."

Meng Ting opened his eyes and looked at Long Fei and said, "What are Long Fei's requirements? Although he puts it forward, he will definitely agree to what he can do." Life is important. Even if you can't do it, you have to agree.

"Please don't tell anyone else about the treatment!" Long Fei said in a low voice, "Please keep a secret for the boy."

Although Meng Ting was also a little curious, he readily agreed, "This old man can guarantee that no third party will know about this matter except for the little brother and the old man."

Long Fei was a little embarrassed and said, "Thank you for your understanding. I'm starting to do it. You always pay attention."

Meng Ting gave a hum, stopped talking, closed his eyes, endured the pain and straightened his waist, sitting as if he were practicing as usual.

Long Fei saw that Meng Ting was ready, so he stopped talking. Standing behind Meng Ting, he closed his eyes and pressed his right hand on Meng Ting's head. His mental strength slowly escaped from his brain and slowly crossed into Meng Ting's body.