Ma Yuan actually felt helpless.

Originally he didn't want to come out, but now Taoist Yue Ming in the mansion is treating his son.

But now we have encountered a very difficult problem, and even Taoist Yueming feels a little helpless.

Because Ma Wuyang's condition was delayed for too long, he coughed up blood for many years, and took strong medicines.

The whole body has become extremely weak.

Any drug may aggravate his condition and lead to his death.

Taoist Yue Ming has a lot of medical skills, but he doesn't know where to start.

Things have been at a stalemate for a while, and now Taoist Yue Ming is still thinking of a solution.

At this moment, someone from the mansion reported that someone had a miracle cure for hemoptysis and was waiting in front of the gate.

Ma Yuan glanced at Taoist Yue Ming, and did not come over until he nodded.

To be honest, he didn't believe that such a good thing could happen. What even the medical sage Yueming Taoist couldn't do, an old man who appeared out of nowhere could do it?

But when push comes to shove, the only thing left to do is to treat a dead horse as a living horse.

But he still asked Taoist Yueming for advice. It would be terrible if he offended a martial arts master even if his illness was not cured.

The old man in front of me can only be regarded as having an average spirit, and he is thin and skinny. His face is full of wrinkles, but his eyes are clear.

If the other party hadn't been standing in front of him, he would have believed it if someone said that the old man was about to die.

The suspicion in his heart grew, but Ma Yuan dealt with things tactfully and would never be hasty until he figured out the truth.

So he still asked with a smile on his face:

"Does my husband have a magic medicine to cure dogs?"

Xiao Ling glanced at Ma Yuan with a half-smile but not a smile. He didn't have a very good image, but this man could be a good person if he could still smile.

If you met someone with a bad temper and saw his skinny appearance, you would have thought him a liar and kicked him out.

If you are sick yourself, how can you talk about saving others?

"Yes, I do have a miracle medicine!"

"But I want to see your son again. Although I can't guarantee that the medicine will cure the disease, at least it will make a big improvement."

Ma Yuan's eyes lit up, and Xiao Ling's words gave him a little more hope.

This old man didn't give a big package, and he left room for words to say that he might actually have a solution.

Is he really some kind of hidden master?

He hurriedly invited Xiao Ling to come into the house and made a huge promise of money. As long as Ma Wuyang could be cured, he would be willing to give some money.

Ma Yuan led the way, and Xiao Ling entered later.

The group of people went directly to Ma Wuyang's room, where Taoist Yueming was also there.

Ma Yuan also kept in mind that if there was a martial arts master present, he would not be afraid even if Xiao Ling had any problems.

Ma's Mansion is not very big, and I quickly arrived in front of Ma Wuyang's gate.

On the way, Xiao Ling specially observed the situation of the Ma family. It was not considered a wealthy family, but it was not much different from the Xiao family.

At least in terms of money, it will definitely be much richer than the now corrupt Xiao family.

But what puzzles Xiao Ling is that Ma Yuan doesn't know what price he paid to invite Yueming.

It shouldn’t be money anyway!

He knocked gently on the door, and then opened the door gently after hearing a sound from inside.

Xiao Ling followed Ma Yuan into the house.

The two eyes met again, and Taoist Yue Ming said in surprise: "Is it you?"

Xiao Ling smiled and cupped his hands: "We meet again!"

Yue Ming had a rare serious look on his face, and after a pause he said to Ma Yuan: "You all should go out!"

Ma Yuan was confused, so they knew each other?

He didn't dare to refute Yue Ming's words. He couldn't offend such a big shot.

So he asked other people in the house to leave together, leaving only the unconscious Ma Wuyang and the two of them in the house.

Under Yue Ming's searching eyes, Xiao Ling found a stool and sat down on his own.

"Who are you?"

Before he could sit still, Yue Ming couldn't wait to ask the question he wanted to know most.

Xiao Ling smiled calmly: "I heard that you encountered a problem, and I am here to help you."

"I see that the knot between Ma Family Master's brows is still unresolved. I think he may have encountered a problem in treating Ma Wuyang."

"So let's see what kind of disease it is that makes famous living immortals helpless."

By the way... Xiao Ling paused for a moment before saying, "I'm here to ask you for something."

Yueming's face turned cold: "Don't be joking. I found you outside the city at the point where you were running out of gas. You didn't want to find a place to wait for death, so why did you come to help me?"

"Do you think my martial arts skills are just for show?"

Xiao Ling was not surprised at all, his face was calm: "Yes, I'm going to die!"

"You must have seen that I only have two or three years to live, so after I get something from you, I have to rush to the next place."

"But don't worry, we seekers of truth will not rob others at will."

"I'll give you something in exchange!"

Taoist Yueming suddenly burst into laughter: "Who is this Taoist? It turns out that I am a man who pretends to be a ghost!"

"I, Yueming, have been practicing martial arts for decades and I have never seen any gods or ghosts. You want to teach me the truth?"

"Where is the way?"

"There are no immortals in this world!"

"But you dare to lie in front of me. I have to say that you are very brave."

"Die now!"

Yue Ming was extremely angry. He was originally in a bad mood because of Ma Wuyang's matter, but someone actually deceived him.

Yue Ming became more and more angry in her heart. Since she didn't know the details of the other party, Yue Ming took action with no mercy.

In his heart, Xiao Ling had no reason to survive under this palm attack.

You know, this is the first time he has been a martial arts master for more than ten years.

"Boom!"

The strong energy blew everything in the room, even Ma Wuyang lying on the bed was shaken.

The curtains and curtains around the bed were also in a mess.

Something that shocked Yue Ming happened. Xiao Ling sat on the stool unscathed without even moving a step.

A circular light shield enveloped him, leaving Xiao Ling unaffected.

Yueming's pupils were trembling, and her hands were trembling.

The mask has disappeared, as if it had never been there.

But everything in the messy house reminded him of what happened.

Her throat kept swallowing saliva, and for the first time Yueming felt that the silent room was so permeable.

There were many people shouting outside the house, and someone was coming.

Seeing someone entering the house, a strong gust of wind suddenly came up and blew everyone who had entered the house out.

Then the door was closed.

Xiao Ling's voice sounded faintly: "Nothing, just waiting outside!"

"Do you still have any questions about my identity?"

Xiao Ling's calm voice came, awakening the sluggish Yueming.

"Senior, please forgive me for being rude!"

Yue Ming bowed heavily to Xiao Ling, her eyes extremely complicated.

My heart trembled: "Immortal, really an immortal!"

"The real living immortal!"

Xiao Ling wanted to say something, but Ma Wuyang suddenly coughed violently on the bed.

There was a trace of blood left from the corner of his mouth, it seemed that he was injured by the energy just now.

Moreover, his face turned blue and more blood remained from the corners of his mouth.
To be continued...