Chapter 141

When Ning Luo landed in the courtyard, he found that the old man was actually sitting in a wheelchair covered with a thick blanket.

At the same time, although his eyes were very clear, the old man looked extremely thin, pale and bloodless.

At a glance, Ning Luo concluded that the old man in front of him was seriously ill and terminally ill.

But what puzzled him was why he had to go to Nanshan, a damp and cold place in winter when he was so ill?

"I have such skills at a young age. It seems that young people are not weak in cultivation. I defended you last time. I'm sorry."

The old man in military uniform motioned Ningluo to take his seat and immediately apologized modestly.

"I'm the one who should apologize. I don't know you always live here. I'm sorry to disturb you when I pass by."

While talking, Ning Luo hugged the old man and arched his hands. Then he sat aside.

"Hehe, it's nothing. I can't even see a few birds in the wild mountains. It's rare to meet you. I'm too happy. How can you blame me? "

"By the way, look at your skill just now. Should you be born soon?"

"You know how to practice, elder?"

Ning Luo's eyebrows raised slightly, looking a little surprised.

He can't feel the fluctuation of aura on the other party, that is to say, the other party is not a man of practice.

But the other party knows quite well about practice, which makes him a little surprised.

"I've always understood it. It's just some changes. Now I can't practice. I can only stay here and wait for death."

"Waiting to die?"

"Yes, wait to die!"

The old man in the army nodded calmly, without any fear and panic because of the possible end of life. On the contrary, he was open-minded.

Then the old man lifted the blanket around his legs and revealed a pair of extremely thin legs.

"Many years ago, I also stepped into the ancient martial arts realm, but I ended up in the ancient martial arts realm because of an accident. Not only did I have no accomplishments, but even a normal person almost didn't make it. I'm like this."

"Fortune makes people, but it can't be."

"Are you always possessed?"

Looking at each other's thin and ugly legs, Ning Luo couldn't bear it.

As Ning Luo, who once entered the mysterious realm but fell down and couldn't practice for three years, he sympathized with the experience of the old man.

Once standing on the peak, the Dragon soared for nine days, suddenly fell into the abyss, and could not turn over forever. That kind of pain is really unbearable for ordinary people.

"The leader is not possessed by evil, but is killed by a traitor."

Said the guard on the old man's side.

"Xiao Zhou, you talk a lot."

"It is..."

When the guard named Xiao Zhou saw the head staring at him, he immediately lowered his head and didn't dare to speak loudly. He whispered.

The old man didn't want to ask more about the past.

"Elder, can you give me a pulse?"

"It's no use. People from Yanjing city have been called, and those with higher accomplishments than you have also been called. They all know why, but no one has the ability to cure. Moreover, my old body and bones are terminally ill, and I'm afraid there's no way to recover."

Shaking his head, the old man sighed.

"Hehe, try it. What if the boy has this ability. You can always look down on life and death. Can you still be afraid that I will give you a pulse? "

Ning Luo smiled and stretched out his hand.

"I'm not afraid of the pulse. I'm afraid of endless disappointment after raising hope. For so many years, I don't know how many people pulse for me. Finally, they shake their heads and leave. I call you down just to talk to me, not to cure the disease."

Although he said so, the old man finally handed his hand to Ningluo.

"I can understand your old mood."

Ning Luo nodded, ran the elixir gas in his body, and guided a wisp of elixir gas to the old man's body.

When this wisp of Dan Tian Qi just reached the other party's arm bend, a magnificent chill eroded directly from the other party's body. That wisp of chill almost made Ning Luo lose some mind and shiver.

"It has been more than 20 years since the cold entered the body, and almost all muscles and veins have been damaged. Many experts from the military region are helpless."

"It's really difficult, but it's not necessarily impossible."

With that, Ning Luo ran the heaven bullying blood skill, and the cool Dantian Qi was covered with hot meaning, and once again poured from his arm to the other party's arm.

"Huh? This... "

Suddenly felt a warm heat coming from Ningluo's arm. The old man gave a light sigh, and his face showed surprise, some of whom couldn't believe it.

Over the years, many people with excellent accomplishments have eroded their aura by the cold in his body. Unexpectedly, the young boy can resist it.

Not only can you resist it, you can also invade your aura into your body.

The old man's look became more and more excited when he felt the warmth in his body pouring towards his limbs and bones.

Is this son really capable of curing his stubborn disease?

About a quarter of an hour or so, Ningluo loosened the old man's arm.

"How?"

"Oh, some trouble."

"If I'm right, you should have fought a war with the disciple of matsuhito Takeshita, known as the cold ice sword in Hokkaido, Toyo, many years ago?"

"You... How do you know?!"

All of a sudden, the old man's eyes widened and his face couldn't believe it.

"Matsushita Takeshita is a rare top expert in the mysterious world in the eastern countries. Naturally, he can't attack you, but what's hidden in your body is the idea of cold ice sword, which is indeed the means of Matsushita Takeshita, so I expect you should have fought with Matsushita Takeshita's disciples. It's said that every Matsushita Takeshita's disciple will have this idea of cold ice sword, which is the last unique skill to protect his life, You were careless and took this move. "

"Exactly, boy, how do you know all about it?"

Huo Qingsong looked so excited that he couldn't believe that the boy in his twenties could infer clearly.

"Because I once had a fight with the disciple of matsuhiro Takeshita, and I'm no stranger to his means of protecting his life."

Ning Luo smiled.

In those years, he had more than a fight with disciple Matsushita Takeshita.

Once this Matsushita followed the leader of the oriental country to visit the Dragon kingdom. He once had a hand with this Matsushita himself.

The cold ice sword formula is really unique and can not be underestimated.

"I see. If someone had reminded me, maybe I wouldn't have been so poisoned."

The old man sighed, "my wound?"

"It can be cured, but it is troublesome. After all, you have been seriously injured for many years. It will be a long process to fully recover."

"No... you mean you're going to heal me?"

"Naturally, meeting is fate. What's more, you are still a soldier. Naturally, I can't die."

"The short is half a year and the long is a year. You should be able to go down to the ground. As for continuing cultivation, it depends on your own nature."

Ning Luo smiled.