Immortality Martial Arts: Starting from the Sword Drawing Technique

A group of people rode horses and turned from the official road into a country road.

The night breeze was slightly cool, and everything was much quieter.

"In Xiajiang Qingyue, these two people are my junior brothers Mu Chao and Huang Hezai."

The beautiful girl announced her name and briefly introduced the two people behind her.

The pretty girl's name is Jiang Qingyue, the handsome man's name is Mu Chao, and the sallow-faced man's name is Huang Hezai.

Jiang Qingyue seems to be the youngest among the three, but Mu Chao and Mu Chao respect her.

Lin Bei simply remembered it in his heart.

At this time, the cold swordsman also announced his name: "I am Xu Lan."

Lin Bei discovered that he had not known the other person's name until now, but he felt that the name did not match his cold temperament.

Jiang Qingyue nodded and looked at Lin Bei with her clear eyes, a trace of curiosity flashing in her eyes.

Lin Bei was still wearing a bronze mask on his face at this time, and he looked a bit evil, but she instinctively felt that this person was not very old, perhaps not much different from her.

"Lin Fan!"

Lin Bei had no expression on his face and spoke calmly.

Lin Fan...this name is really ordinary!

Jiang Qingyue had a thought in her mind.

If Lin Bei knew what she was thinking, he would probably complain like crazy.

The name Lin Fan is ordinary? joke! This is one of the most powerful names in the world, much more awesome than Long Aotian, okay?

At this time, the cold swordsman added the introduction at the right time: "This Mr. Lin Fan is the doctor invited by me to treat the castle master..."

At this point, he raised his head and glanced at Jiang Qingyue, and when he saw that the other party did not show any displeasure, he continued: "The Lord of the Castle contracted a strange disease and is still unconscious. Even the doctors in the county have come to see him. They are all the same." I am helpless..."

What he meant was that when he invited Lin Bei to come for treatment, he just had the mentality of treating a dead horse as a living horse doctor.

The reason why he explained this was because Xuanyue Sect was the force behind Zhangjiabao, and Zhangjiabao was the asset of Xuanyue Sect to a certain extent and had to take orders from the other side.

This time the castle master and several young masters contracted strange illnesses, and they had already notified Xuanyue Sect.

He was afraid that his behavior of calling in a doctor would displease the Xuanyue Sect disciples.

Although he has done nothing wrong, if he meets someone with a bad temper, he is still likely to think that he is questioning the ability of Xuanyue Sect disciples.

After all, he is a disciple of a large sect, he is aloof and has a strong sense of vanity!

However, Jiang Qingyue is obviously not this kind of person. She seems to be deliberately imitating the free and easy appearance of children in the world. She always looks sassy, ​​but anyone with a discerning eye can see that there is a vague aura of childishness about her.

Obviously, she had just entered the martial arts world not long ago, and this time she probably gained experience from going down the mountain.

"Doctor..."

Jiang Qingyue nodded, glanced at Lin Bei one more time, and then turned to ask the cold swordsman: "What kind of disease does your castle master have? What are the symptoms?"

"The castle master is still unconscious, his breath is weak, and his body is filled with deathly energy. However, the second young castle master still has a clear consciousness..."

The cold swordsman introduced.

The group of people walked and chatted. Jiang Qingyue was relatively immature in Jianghu experience, but she pretended to be talkative and kept asking about the situation in Zhangjiabao.

The cold swordsman did not dare to neglect, he told everything he knew, and told him all the information he knew.

While we were chatting, we could already see the light of lanterns swaying in the night in the distance.

Zhangjiabao has arrived.

The group of people quickened their pace and arrived at the gate of Zhangjiabao.

Zhangjiabao lives up to its name. The high courtyard walls form a fortress shape, making it look like a miniature city. There are two stone lions standing in front of the vermilion gate, and there are sentry towers throughout the fort looking down.

Zhangjiabao can be regarded as a small power in the world, and its social status is better than that of the landlords and wealthy people in Changsheng Town.

However, this architectural style is actually against the law.

Presumably, it was because of the support of Xuanyue Sect behind him and the fact that it was located in a relatively remote place that he dared to be so bold.

Under the leadership of the cold swordsman, the group entered the fort without any obstruction.

The style of the castle is no different from that of an ordinary town, except that it is much smaller. Rows of houses are distributed in a fan shape, guarding the tall building in the center.

Oil lamps were lit on both sides of the road, and there were sentry towers every few dozen meters, with a figure standing on top.

Lin Bei felt that there were hundreds of people living in Zhangjiabao.

The cold swordsman led everyone into the central building. The houses here were not much worse than those of wealthy merchants outside the city, with rockery gardens and gurgling water. Even at night, there were busy servants running around in the corridors.

After crossing the winding corridor, the group headed straight to the main house.

"Guard Xu!"

As soon as he arrived at the door, a young man opened the door hurriedly and bumped into the cold swordsman.

"Third Young Master!"

The cold swordsman straightened him up and asked with concern: "How are the Lord and others doing?"

The young man known as the Third Young Master frowned deeply and looked worried: "Father, he still hasn't woken up. Only the second brother is still conscious."

He saw Lin Beijiang Qingyue and others standing behind him, and asked with some confusion: "Who are these?"

"This is the doctor I hired from the black market."

Lengjun Swordsman gave a brief introduction, and then went on to introduce Jiang Qingyue and others: "These three are Xuanyue Sect disciples. I met them on the way back..."

He introduced the names of the three people again.

The third young fort master was overjoyed, with excitement on his face. He quickly saluted the three of them and said, "I've seen Senior Sister Jiang, Senior Brother Mu, and Senior Brother Huang. Please invite me!"

His attitude was extremely respectful and he directly addressed the three of them as senior sister and senior brother.

The three of them didn't think there was anything wrong with his title.

The three young fort masters of Zhangjiabao, the eldest brother and the second brother are already disciples of Xuanyue Sect's outer sect. This third young fort master will probably become a disciple of Xuanyue Sect's outer sect in two years.

It's natural to call them senior brothers and senior sisters.

The three of them stepped into the house, followed closely by Lin Bei.

The room is spacious and brightly lit. Three beds are located in it, about one meter apart.

Several maids and servants were taking care of it carefully, and some medicinal materials were placed on the table. The smell was pungent and unpleasant.

As soon as he stepped into the room, Lin Bei frowned slightly. He felt that the atmosphere here was cold, and there was a gray and dead air surrounding him.

This seemed a bit abnormal and strange in a large and bright room.

"Ahem..."

There was a weak cough, and several maids rushed forward to wipe the patient in the third bed with handkerchiefs.

Lin Bei's eyes fell on the three of them, his pupils narrowed slightly.

The three people were lying on the bed, their faces were as pale as paper, their hair was withered and yellow, and their breath was extremely weak, as if they were about to die.

"Second brother!"

The third young castle master stepped forward and asked with concern: "Second brother, how do you feel?"

"Cough cough cough..."

The man called the second brother had dull eyes and did not answer. He just kept coughing.

"Second brother, the senior brothers and sisters from Xuanyue Sect are here. We are saved and everything will be fine!"

The Third Young Master looked excited when he reported the good news.

"Xuan... Xuanyue Sect..."

The godless eyes of the lying second young fort master shone with a glimmer of hope, revealing an expression of hope.

Jiang Qingyue stepped forward and frowned slightly: "Why not separate them for rest instead of putting them together?"

She saw the castle master, the young castle master, and the second young castle master lying on three beds.

They all had pale faces, weak breaths, a faint air of death lingering around their bodies, and even their hair was withered and yellow.