Wang Zhuo, who flew back to his dormitory, had just entered the room when he heard an indescribable sound coming from inside.

It seems that Ximen Rou is dreaming about a goddess.

Wang Zhuo walked in, waved his sleeves, and Ximen Rou's half-untied belt was closed.

The pink color on his face also faded away, and a faint sound of snoring could be heard.

After calculating the time, it was almost Yin hour. Wang Zhuo came to the window facing the east to meditate and practice his mind power.

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"The so-called man loses sperm, a woman dreams of having sex, and the pulse is rough and weak, or there is a deficiency of both yin and yang, or a deficiency of yin and yang, which are all symptoms of blood paralysis and fatigue." Wang Zhuo took his fingers away from Ximen Rou's wrist and said

, "Brother Ximen, have you often been disturbed by clouds and rain in Wushan recently?"

Ximen Rou blushed, Brother Hua’s calculations were so accurate, but how could he admit such a thing!

He quickly shook his head: "No!"

Wang Zhuo said: "It's okay if you don't have it. If there is an explanation that the Yin blood has been damaged, I will prescribe a prescription for you. It has the effect of stopping bleeding and astringent essence, nourishing blood and calming the mind. Take one pill a day for ten days and the problem will be solved."

Already."

Wang Zhuo took up his pen and wrote down a restrained prescription and handed it to Ximen Rou.

There was something in Wang Zhuo's words. Ximen Rou indeed suffered from metrorrhagia. At this time, Wang Zhuo's double entendre revealed it. Ximen Rou felt as if he had no secret.

After morning class the next day, Wang Zhuo took Ximen Rou's pulse and prescribed medicine through small talk.

Not only Ximen Rou, but also Wang Zhuo wished he could give everyone in the world a medicine to curb their sexual nature.

At this time, a cry for help was heard in the distance, and a student shouted for help and ran towards us.

Mr. Plum Blossom asked: "What happened?"

The student gasped and said, "It's not good! Salty Shilong and Goldfish are having a sword fight. They, they... they are competing too fiercely! It's going to be windy!"

"What?! Take me to see it quickly!" Mr. Mei Hua was shocked. It doesn't matter if he dies. The key is that if he dies in his private school at Meihua Mountain, his reputation as a Confucian scholar will be ruined!

Ximen Rou took Wang Zhuo's hand: "Brother Hua, let's go take a look!"

The two came to the scene of the crime.

A group of students gathered around the two people lying on the ground, pointing and pointing.

The two people on the ground rolled their eyes, foamed at the mouth, their hands were like chicken claws, and their whole bodies were twitching.

Ximenrou screamed, covered her eyes and turned around.

It turned out that the two of them were not wearing pants.

Although Mr. Meihua has some knowledge of medical skills, he is not very sophisticated. In addition, he lacks clinical experience and does not understand first aid methods.

At this time, he was like ants on a hot pot, standing around anxiously.

Wang Zhuo shouted: "Get two bowls of sugar water quickly!"

Everyone hesitated, Wang Zhuo's eyes widened, and a few more diligent students immediately ran to make sugar water.

Wang Zhuo knelt down and pretended to tap acupuncture points on the two of them a few times, secretly passing a burst of infuriating energy.

The two of them got help from each other, and their symptoms gradually eased.

Then the practitioner brought sugar water to the two of them to drink, and they regained consciousness.

Mr. Meihua was overjoyed and praised Wang Zhuo repeatedly.

Wang Zhuo said modestly: "It's just some meager medical skills passed down from family."

Behind him, Ximen Rou saw that Wang Zhuo was so powerful and that he could easily save two people who were about to die, so he became interested in the prescription in his hand.

In the next few days, Wang Zhuo went to school during the day and explored Jiugong Mountain at night, and finally he arrived at Fanji.

Wang Zhuo flew in the air and looked down.

I saw four demon sect boys carrying a sedan up the mountain, with more than a dozen demon sect guards in front of and behind them.

The boy is obviously not weak in martial arts. He is still walking as fast as he is carrying the sedan chair, and his speed is not as fast as that of a horse.

And dozens of miles behind them, there were a dozen policemen chasing them on horseback.

Wang Zhuo flew to the front of the demon sect first, waved out his palms, and sent out fourteen seven-whirlpool slashing auras.

The chakra circled around the big trees and rocks on its own as if it had eyes, and shot towards the people of the Demon Sect.

"Enemy attack!"

The demon cultivator on the outpost was killed by the chakra, and the demon cultists immediately reacted and shouted alert.

Unfortunately, the vigilance was of no use. The force of the fourteen chakras remained unabated and struck everyone in the Demon Sect as fast as lightning.

Everyone in the Demon Sect drew out their swords to resist. The chakra seemed to be elastic. After being blocked by the swords, it bounced towards another person next to them.

The fourteen chakras bounced back and forth in the crowd, making it impossible to prevent them. Soon, except Fan Ji who was hiding in the sedan, all the demon cultists were killed.

Fan Ji's greasy voice came from the sedan: "Who is your honor, and why are you blocking the slave's way?"

Wang Zhuo said: "I am a poor Taoist in Wudang, Mo Shenggu. I heard that there is a lewd demon in the village that is harming people, so I went down to the mountain to get rid of the demon."

"Wudang Mo Shenggu? The slave family asked themselves that they have never offended the Wudang sect, so why should the master be at odds with the slave family. If the master is interested, the slave family is willing to..." As he spoke, a beautiful snow-white leg stretched out from the sedan chair.

Whoosh!

A chakra flew out from the side and cut off the leg.

"Ah!!!" Fan Ji screamed, and then her sobbing voice came out, "The real person is so cruel!"

Wang Zhuo said coldly: "Monster, your charm is of no use to me."

His ears moved and he heard the approaching sound of horse hooves in the distance. He smiled slightly and walked towards Fan Ji.

Not long after, the divine hunter Tie Zhongtang and his men arrived on horseback.

Looking at the dead bodies of demon cultists on the ground and the sedan chair covered with gauze in the middle, I couldn't help but feel surprised.

He quickly dismounted, used a knife to open the veil of the sedan, and found a woman inside with all her limbs severed and her appearance ruined. Who else could she be if she wasn't Fan Ji?

A piece of white cloth was thrown aside. Tie Zhongtang took it and took a look at it. He wrote: "The chief culprit will be spared his life. He will be beheaded in public and he will be punished according to the law."

Tie Zhongtang knew that an expert was helping him, so he hurriedly raised his fists and said, "Tie Zhongtang thanks you for your help!"

However, Wang Zhuo had already flown far away at this time, and while it was still dark, he flew towards the direction of Qianmen Town.

Qianmen Town is not far away from the Meihua Mountain for more than ten miles. The largest family in the town is the Ximen family.

There were many servants keeping watch at Ximen's house, so Wang Zhuo cast an invisibility spell and sneaked in.

As soon as I entered the house, I heard an indescribable sound with my super hearing, and a rough voice yelling.

"Look at my invincible Hot Wheels!"

"Haha! Another move from me! Hahahahaha! Master, am I that good at this?"

"Oh~ Master, you are so powerful~ The slave family took this move and felt like they really became immortals!"

Wang Zhuo's head was full of black lines, Mr. Ao, you work so hard, it's almost four o'clock in the morning and you are still working hard.

Wang Zhuo followed the sound and found something vaguely visible through the window. He was not prepared to go in and take a look. It would be too eye-catching.

A beam of Tiancan Zhenqi shot out through the window, hitting Ximen Jian right in the middle.

In less than three seconds, Ximen Jian's panicked voice came from inside.

"What's going on! What's going on! Why did my second brother, who is invincible in the world, defeat Maicheng!"

"Master, don't worry! Look at the slave family's empty city plan!"

After a while, I heard a thud and a woman's cry of pain.

Ximen Jian said angrily: "It's useless! It's useless! Someone is here! Go and call all the two mothers and four mothers!"
Chapter completed!