255: C255 Tiangang Disha

C255 Tiangang Disha

"Seventy-two, that many?"

Ji Qinglin was also stunned when he heard Su Yeh's request. He had been given the title of national doctor for so many years, but he had never heard of any medical skills that required seventy-two people.

Could it be an ancient blood transmutation technique? Must the body of a living person be extracted?

"Who do we need? I found you the same blood type?"

Su Yeh said, "No need. I need 72 people. They must be calligraphy masters and have decades of experience in calligraphy. My healing skills must be used at 36 Tiangang Realm and 72 Disha Realm. "I want them to cooperate and cure the patient within a day."

Tiangang Realm and Disha Realm? Ji Qinglin frowned. Of course, he knew about Tiangang Disha, but when did he need these to treat and save people? Besides, wasn't saving people an expert who needed to learn medicine? He actually needed to use calligraphy?

Yang Xu said angrily, "Su Yeh, are you trying to make us happy? Can you just call a few dozen writing people over to treat your illness? Do you think we are easy to trick? "

"That's right, Su Yeh. What do you plan to do?" Ji Qinglin asked.

"I can't explain it to you. Your medical skills are too shallow, you can't understand!"

Su Yeh's face darkened. He had been suspected for the whole night, and he didn't want to stay here any longer. His voice turned cold as he said,

"If you believe me, do it now! If you don't believe me, I will turn around and leave!"

"You... you're too arrogant." Yang Xu gritted her teeth and said.

Ji Qinglin gave Su Yeh a deep look. In the past two years, their country's medical school had tried countless methods to cure this patient. Although they had never heard of the cause of the disease Su Yeh mentioned, after thinking about it, there was a slight possibility.

Ji Qinglin was not an indecisive person. It was just strange that he asked that question just now. He immediately said,

"Okay! I believe you. I will find 72 calligraphy masters for you now!"

Su Yeh's expression eased a little. He thought for a while and reminded, "Qiao Zheyue from Jiangdu City has also come to Yan Jing recently. If you need help, you must invite her as well. Also, prepare 73 sets of stationery four treasures and place them around."

Ji Qinglin didn't think too much about it. Since it was Su Yeh who said it, he just told her to do as he was told.

Yang Xu and Sang Tian looked at each other. They wanted to say something, but they held it in and slowly retreated to the side. Although both of them had some doubts about Su Yeh's diagnosis, they were still students of the national medical school. They had basic knowledge.

Since Ji Qinglin had chosen to let Su Yeh save them, they naturally could not say anything. They just had to wait and see from the side.

Ji Qinglin's efficiency was very high, or it could be said that the national medical school had a lot of face.

Three hours later, the 72 calligraphy masters in Yan Jing had all arrived.

Obviously, these calligraphy masters had been informed of the situation beforehand. Moreover, these people were all old. They would not ask any more questions and were brought outside the palace. There was almost no sound.

Among the group of old men, Qiao Zheyue, who was exceptionally beautiful, was especially obvious.

"Su Yeh, what's going on? It's the Imperial Physician Sect who ordered me to cooperate. I don't know any medical skills." Qiao Zheyue saw Su Yeh and hurriedly took a few steps forward and asked nervously.

"You don't need medical skills. You just need to know how to write."

Su Yeh did not explain much to her. Instead, he stood at the entrance of the palace and said loudly,

"Calligraphy people, I believe you all know that the purpose of inviting you here tonight is for you to cooperate with the rescue of an important patient. " Listen to my instructions later. I will arrange the Tiangang and Disha positions for you. Everyone must stand in their own positions and listen to my orders. "

Su Yeh did not give up. He asked the people to prepare the tables and the four treasures. They surrounded the palace.

There were many calligraphy people who felt strange. They wanted to see who was lying in the palace, but they were all outside and could not see clearly.

"Everyone, please form a formation. I will not ask for your names. I will arrange the numbers for you. Please remember them. " During the process of saving people, I will let you change your positions at any time! "

Su Yeh came to a desk and started writing. One, two, four, five and so on. He lined them up to seventy-two.

The reason why everyone was able to come over tonight was all because of the National Medical School. When they saw that it was Su Yeh who wanted to lead them, they were somewhat unconvinced. But when they suddenly saw Su Yeh's handwriting, they couldn't help but be startled.

"Good writing!"

"Writing the brush into words, both form and spirit! Good!!"

"At such a young age, writing is like drawing with the help of God!" All the calligraphy masters spoke in shock. The way they looked at Su Yeh suddenly became unusual.

At their age, they didn't dare to say that they could communicate with Su Yeh even more than Su Yeh. If they trained Su Yeh with all their heart, he would definitely become a great figure in the world of books and techniques in the future.

Everyone was shocked. Only Qiao Zheyue was not surprised. Instead, she was somewhat puzzled. She had seen a lot of Su Yeh's words. Especially when Su Yeh was setting up the formation to protect the essence of the earth. Those words could be instantly engraved in his mind with just a glance.

Why did Su Yeh only write a few strokes now? He did not have the same charm as before.

Su Yeh stopped writing and said calmly, "Everyone, saving people is more important! Take your numbers and stand at the corresponding positions!"

"Yes!" The numerous calligraphy experts answered one after another and reached their respective positions.

Su Yeh strode into the palace. Not long after, nine long red lines appeared. He tied these red lines to the wrists of the calligraphy masters. One after another, he connected the seventy-two people.

Ji Qinglin and the others were shocked and confused. They seemed to know what Su Yeh wanted to do, but they could not keep up with Su Yeh's rhythm. Therefore, they went forward and asked.

"Su Yeh, do we have anything we can help with?"

Su Yeh wanted to say no, but he said, "Of course. In a while, I will force the three corpses and nine insects out of the patient's body. They will move along the red line. Remember to protect these calligraphy masters. They are all old people and have never learned medicine. Do not be hurt by mistake! "

"Okay!" Ji Qinglin replied and then gave the order. Even Sang Tian and Yang Xu were affected by the atmosphere and wanted to help.

After doing all this, Su Yeh checked again and walked into the palace alone.

"Get ready!"

With a buzzing sound, the nine red lines suddenly tightened and were pulled straight. Many of the calligraphy masters trembled and their wrists trembled slightly.

"Single digit of Astral Vault, hold the brush!" Su Yeh's loud voice was heard from inside the palace.

The thirty-six calligraphy masters who were appointed as Tian Gang were all excited. The calligraphy masters who held the single digit number immediately held the brush. When they held the brush, they realized that the red line was tense, as if it was trying to drag them into the palace.

However, they were all characters who had been writing for decades. The strength of their wrists was astonishing. Their expressions sank, and they immediately stabilized their wrists.

"Fu!"

Su Yeh's voice sounded again. The first word was "Fu." Everyone's wrists trembled, and they also wrote the calligraphy together.

"The second word, Bai!"

"The third word, red!"

Su Yeh raised his voice. The nine red lines started to hum and tremble. His voice echoed in the palace.

"Tiangang stop writing. 72 Earth Demons, get ready!"

Outside the palace, the 72 calligraphy masters were shocked. They held their brushes. They were drawn by the red lines as if they were restricting each other. A red mark had been formed on their wrists by the red lines.

"Three corpses and nine insects, kill, kill, kill!"

Su Yeh's voice was filled with killing intent. One of the red lines hummed like a string. The calligraphy master standing at the back trembled.

The brush in his hand snapped with a bang.2

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