Demon-quelling Agency, Medical Workshop.

  About thirty or more pavilions were lined up in a row, and all the school lieutenants who came and went were wounded.

  A simple and plain bamboo house squeezed inside, appears quite dazzling.

  Occasionally, there are figures crossing over, all wearing black cloaks, which is a symbol of the biased general.

  The robust young man was an exception, and he didnt even wear a suit, just a simple short jacket.

  He hung his right arm and pushed open the small door with his left hand.

  The person sitting upright behind a low table in the inner chamber, wearing white clothes as white as snow, respectfully called out: "Elder Brother Bai."

  "Cant you come find me with a smile on your face for once?"

  The young man called Bai Shixiong had a face as white as jade, with two strands of hair falling down, and a pair of clean hands quickly counting a dish of fragrant medicinal materials.

  He didnt raise his eyes and said lightly: "Put your arm up here."

  Fang Heng sat down cross-legged on the floor, his right arm resting on a low table.

  Bai Shixiong took out a few cow hair needles and stabbed them in without looking, then continued to tidy up the treasure medicine: "Endure it, after today it will be almost over."

  Fang Heng buried his head, his eyes dull and lifeless.

  A broad and thick back is like a bears.

  The severe pain of repairing meridians could make a seasoned lieutenant grind his teeth, but it couldnt change his expression.

  "Dont worry."

  Bai Shixiong pushed the medicinal materials back into the cabinet and finally looked up, saying: "The other party didnt use much force, so there shouldnt be any aftereffects."

  "Thank you, senior brother."

  Fang Heng snapped back to reality, his mind clearly not on his arm, but he didnt explain further.

  At this time, the two of them carried a clay pot and walked into the thatched hut, bowing their heads respectfully to the white-robed monk.

  Bai Ziming, third son of General San, held the position of Deputy General in the Demon-Suppressing Department, and had already achieved a complete cultivation of the Jade Liquid Realm more than thirty years ago.

  Apart from this, he is also the best doctor in the Demon Slaying Department.

  "Go."

  Bai Zi Ming nodded slightly and pointed to his chin, indicating for the two of them to enter the inner room.

  In an instant, he suddenly found that the junior brother in front of him twitched at the corner of his eye, and then his robust body stood up abruptly, turned around and grasped one persons wrist, his voice filled with chill: "How did you end up here?"

  Being stared at by those sharp and fierce eyes was like being targeted by a ferocious beast.

  Liu Xiu-jie and Li Xiao-ers hearts were racing, the porcelain jar in their hands clinking loudly, their voices trembling with a hint of breathlessness: "Lord Fang... Lord Fang..."

  Before they could finish speaking, Fang Heng ignored the fine needle still stuck in his right arm and strode towards the inner room.

  Bai Shixiongs medical hall had always only received patients who were either high-ranking officials or those who had been injured so severely that other doctors couldnt treat them. Among this group, the only one who could receive such treatment was Li Xinhuan, who was a deputy general.

  As expected.

  As soon as he lifted the curtain, Fang Heng saw Li Xinhansheng wrapped up like a rice dumpling on the bed.

  His pupils contracted, his teeth clenched tightly, he took large strides forward, suddenly pulling the other person up and shouting: "Where is he?"

  Li Xinhans face, which had just regained some of its color, turned pale again. A look of confusion flashed in his eyes, but he only managed to squeeze out a few words: "Are you sick?"

  "Im asking you..."

  Fang Hengs voice was low and menacing, like a thousand pounds of pressure. His palm suddenly exerted force, his face gloomy: "Where is he?!"

  Suddenly, a silver needle shot out and accurately pierced his nostril.

  Under the sudden surge of weakness, Fang Heng was forced to let go of Li Xinhao, stumbling backward and leaning against the wall, then helplessly looking at the young man outside.

  Bai Shixiong put away the needle box, first waving his hand to signal Liu Xiu Jies anger and telling them to leave. Then he glanced at him lightly: "Come over and talk slowly, who are you looking for?"

  Fang Heng walked over and sat down, saying in a low voice: "Shen Yi, Im afraid somethings happened to him."

  "Who is Shen Yi?" Bai Ziming withdrew his gaze.

  He let out a long sigh and began telling the story from Lin Shi Jie to Shen Yis departure from the Generals manor, recounting every detail slowly.

  "So your arm was broken by him?" Bai Ziming smiled with some interest.

  "Its too careless." Fang Heng closed his eyes, unwilling to bring up this topic again.

  "Anyway, you dont think highly of him either, so just leave then. Whats the point of looking for him?" Bai Ziming wasnt very concerned. Qingzhou was too big, and geniuses were countless. All sorts of strange encounters happened one after another. Even if someone with innate divine eyes could master the art of observing pulses in a single day, it wouldnt be considered unusual.

  "The disciple recommended by the masters sister, whether to stay or not is up to the master to decide. I dont think its my business, but absolutely cannot overstep." Fang Heng made an effort to control his right arm.

  "You didnt keep him that day, and Master wouldnt have kept him either." Bai Ziming smiled faintly, seemingly lost in thought as he gazed towards the inner room.

  Demon-quelling Agency, not Demon-subduing Agency, for demons are also monsters.

  However, Wu Fu can also be called Mo, its just a name, wherever it is needed, it will be placed there.

  The Demon-Slaying Department used Butcher Knives to clear a path and then used heavy treasures to entice them, gathering the young masters of Qingzhou within.

  Here are the best martial arts and precious elixirs, driving them to slay demons and eliminate evil, consuming both until a subtle balance is achieved.

  As for those who are unwilling to send their disciples to other sects, Songhe Men is the best example.

  The Jianghu warriors are getting out of control, and what theyre doing isnt much different from the demons.

  The five disciples of the General, none of whom came from a noble family background. The best among them was at most a silk merchant, and the same was true for the twelve counties demon-suppressing generals.

  With no backing behind him, he could only rely on the imperial court. He dared to risk his life to kill demons and evil spirits. This was the most important criterion for a master to accept an apprentice.

  Talent is secondary, after all, as long as youre willing to invest resources, unless youre a once-in-a-century genius or really have a pig brain and cant understand anything, its hard not to learn even the most basic martial arts in decades.

  "In any case, this decision cannot be made by me. Moreover, Lin Shijie wants to keep him, and its not entirely for the sake of recommendation... Baiyun County has a problem, he cant run around recklessly."

  Fang Heng stood up, pulled out the thin needle from his arm and cupped his hands: "Im a rough man, I still hope Master will teach me."

  "Speak as humans do, act as humans should."

  "Can you be more specific?"

  “……”

  Bai Zi Ming helplessly sighed: "Delivering gifts to my doorstep, apologizing with a lowered head... be more careful yourself, dont come back and trouble my precious medicine again. Youre not a favored customer, the cost of the medicine is quite expensive, all deducted from me."

  "I remember, thank you for your teaching, senior brother."

  Fang Hengruo seemed to have realized something, turned around and walked out of the bamboo house, looking at the two people squatting outside in a daze, hesitated for a moment: "May I ask..."

  "May I ask?" Liu Xiu Jie slowly stood up.

  "Where is Shen Yi?" Fang Heng furrowed his brow, not very accustomed to it.

  Liu Xiujie subconsciously pointed and was immediately pulled back by Li Xiaers tight grip on his arm.

  Damn it, hes still quite polite, almost forgot that this is a martial arts fanatic. When they first fought, he almost didnt beat Li Tou to death.

  Fang Heng glanced at the two of them lightly and then walked outwards.

  One hour later.

  A robust figure slowly stepped into the other courtyard and stood in front of the only tightly closed door.

  He thought for a moment and then stretched out his hand to knock on the door.

  Knock knock knock.

  The one who opened the door was a big-bellied man who was even taller than him by a head.

  Zhang Butou rubbed his sleepy eyes and looked at the young man in front of him, who was holding an orange in his left hand and dried meat in his right hand.

  Some were stunned: "May I ask who you are? Is this... visiting relatives?"

  Young man with no expression: "Fang Heng."