When Mu Wanqing was about to set off, she found that the hundreds of young and beautiful female slaves could not travel through the battlefields of the Song and Liao countries, unless she was willing to carry them one by one, and thought to herself: "Although those soldiers are not capable of fighting, they are very good at bullying the common people. Then the Beggars' Gang disciples took over and escorted them to Nanjian Town, Dali...

She looked down on those small characters on weekdays, but now she has to ask them for help. She feels very depressed and said to herself: "If I had known today, I would not have wasted my time in the Beggars' Sect, but should have established my own sect earlier. The husband said 'there are many people and the power is great', which is really right. It seems that the Huashan Martial Arts Conference is still interesting."

Mu Wanqing met Zhong Ling halfway and saw more than 200 subordinates around her, all riding on high horses, unable to tell the magnificence. Compared to the lonely person, she felt even more uncomfortable. After getting closer, she saw someone in front of the team holding up a big banner with the words "Lightning Sword" written on it.

Zhong Ling felt a feeling in his heart. When he turned around, he found Mu Wanqing standing in the distance. He hurriedly shouted, "Sister Mu!" Before he could say anything else, Mu Wanqing's figure flashed and jumped over a big tree about five feet high, and disappeared into the woods in a blink of an eye.

Zhong Ling knew Mu Wanqing's strange temper, but she didn't think much about it, waved her hand and made a gesture, and continued to move forward and rushed towards Mount Hua.

When the team of people walked away, Mu Wanqing emerged again, looked at Zhong Ling's direction, and snorted coldly: "What a lightning sword, you Zhong Ling, you must learn from me and compete with me."

Mu Wanqing wanted to meet her husband in front of Zhong Ling, but she met Ruan Zi again on the way. She saw that the subordinates around her were several times more than Zhong Ling, under the banner of the Yangtze River Sword Sect. However, all kinds of characters in men, women, old and young were mixed together, and her temperament was nothing, but she was full of evil spirits.

Mu Wanqing cursed: "The evil demon is crooked, the clown jumping." He was ready to take a detour first.

Ruan Zi didn't hear what Mu Wanqing said from afar, but only heard the word "cuffy" clearly, and said to herself: "You may not be better than me. You dare to call me a clown, okay, very good!" She secretly directed her subordinates to block the crowd, and then changed into a cute smile and said to Mu Wanqing: "Hey! Didn't that swear to surpass Sister Mu of our Yangtze Sword Sect within a month?"

Mu Wanqing gritted her teeth and avoided her gaze.

Although Ruan Zi couldn't see her, she guessed that she hadn't walked away and laughed proudly: "It seems that my eyes are blurred. Although Sister Mu's Qingmu sword is small, there are still two of them."

Mu Wanqing's face turned pale. If she argued with Ruan Zi, it would only become more and more embarrassing. It would be embarrassing to retreat like this. If she could kill Ruan Zi, she would be willing to fight her life. But then she would definitely be a trap of Ruan Zi, but she might not be able to kill her.

"Wait and see!" Mu Wanqing finally decided to retreat.

This move was beyond Ruan Zi's expectations. I thought Mu Wanqing would take the lead under her aggressive method, but after taking all the truth, she could knead her at will. Now seeing Mu Wanqing was not trapped, if she took the lead, she would seem uneasy and might even fall against the opponent's trick.

"The Qingmu Sword is not that brainless!" Ruan Zi laughed, "You dare to defeat our Yangtze Sword Sect for a month. The Qingmu Sword is indeed extremely powerful!"

Mu Wanqing paused, and wanted to turn around and teach her a lesson several times, but finally she endured it and said to herself: "Mom is right, they are not good things. I originally wanted to let you guys for half-brother's sake, but it seems that I am too kind and ruthless."

The closer you are to Huashan, the more people you meet in the world and the more people you know, but Mu Wanqing was not interested in fighting for a word of greeting, until she met the team of the Tubo national commander Jiumozhi.

A wave of help came from the team. Mu Wanqing ignored him and ignored him. The snow silkworm threw out invisible ropes, hooked a big tree outside **, and used a small step. In the blink of an eye, he jumped over the big tree and landed more than ten feet away. She then wanted to throw out the snow silkworm invisible ropes. Suddenly, someone in the team shouted, "Madam Qin help..." She ignored someone who shouted "Madam Qin" and "Madam Qin Er" before, but stopped at this time and snorted coldly: "Jiumozhi, let go of the people from Yuanyang escort agency."

"Bold..." Jiumozhi's subordinates didn't even finish speaking two words, and then they lit up under Mu Wanqing's sleeve arrow. Others saw Mu Wanqing's sleeve arrow afterwards, and saw Jiumozhi pointing across the air, and his subordinate jumped around again.

Others admire Jiumozhi's magical powers very much, but Mu Wanqing was extremely depressed and snorted coldly: "Pretend to be a god." Xinzhi's two moves were slowed down by half a beat, which showed that his martial arts skills were still a little different from Jiumozhi. He didn't take any more actions and said intimately: "I just live a little longer, what's so arrogant?"

Jiumozhi was secretly surprised by Mu Wanqing's rapid progress. He thought that the main reason was the master of the Yangsheng Hall, and he admired and yearned for it. But the most was jealousy and jealousy. However, his face was always solemn and solemn, and he smiled and said, "Amitabha, the little monk was originally planning to send these disabled people to Mr. Qin for treatment. It would be better if Mrs. Qin took over."

Mu Wanqing's heart burst out. After a closer look, he found that most of the people in the world who were asking for help had broken hands and feet. Judging from the various messy scars, it was obvious that they had passed at least a big battle. Looking left and right, the possibility of them being injured by Jiumozhi was extremely small, and it was really like they were rescued by Jiumozhi.

She couldn't figure out Jiumozhi's intention for a moment, but knew that he would never be so kind, so she replied: "What a joke! How can I take them away by myself?" The snow silkworm threw out the rope invisibly, hooked the big tree in the distance, and disappeared after several ups and downs.

Tang Yuanlian, the young escort leader of Yuanyang Escort Agency, shouted "Madam Qin". Mu Wanqing ran faster after hearing this, and thought to herself: "This little bastard is not kind. He knows that it is extremely inconvenient for me to take him with him, but he still wants me to take him to treat him first."

I thought again: "Although the head of the Yuanyang Escort Agency just took my escort, it was a business relationship, mutual assistance and mutual benefit, and I did not owe them. In order to make them do their jobs with care, the money they gave was half a times higher than the market price. That little bastard had low martial arts skills and was even more troubled. He was lucky to be unfaithful. Who could he blame?"

After walking for a while, a sudden flash of inspiration flashed in his mind, and he suddenly said, "The bald donkey secretly learned the seventy-two unique skills of Shaolin, and wanted to secretly learn the medical skills of our Yangshengtang. Even if the secret learning failed, you can find something to entangle Qin Lang so that he can cheat during the martial arts conference."

Mu Wanqing knew that although it was extremely difficult to handle the broken hands and feet, and the longer the time was delayed, it was not difficult for her husband. What she was most worried about were the injured female heroes. They were inevitably moved when saving people, and they were inevitably entangled with them afterwards.

Amidst worries, a sweet memory surged into my heart.

I remember when I first met the Qin Dynasty, she killed the sole disciple of Yue Laosan, the "South China Sea Crocodile God", and was killed by Yue Laosan, who came to settle the accounts. At the critical moment of life, the Qin Dynasty put aside the defenses between men and women, cut open her clothes on several slashes, and cut open the skin on her chest several times, curing most of her internal and external injuries and snatching her life back.

At that time, she took great care of men and women, almost shy and died of shame. She also thought that the Qin Dynasty was a disciple. Later, she learned that the Qin Dynasty regarded men and women as a hundred times more important than her, but because her love for life was far greater than that of men and women, she only treated her as a seriously ill person for the time being, and her desire to save others was far greater than that of beauty.

But for women who are seriously injured, that is the time when they are most mentally fragile, physically sensitive, most thoroughly exposed, and most deeply moved. Especially the first time.

The more chaste a woman is, the more she is grateful and the more she deserves to be saved, the more she is entangled afterwards. The trouble afterwards are far more than when she saves people.

The better the medical skills and ethics, the better the people you save, the greater the trouble.

Fortunately, most of the time, the Qin Dynasty did not need to do it myself. At most, I would like to give some advice to those famous female doctors at critical moments. Dear! If you think this site is good, please remember this site to help promote it! This site!

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