Han Ming has been back to the camp for six or seven days. After special medicine treatment, many parts of his leg injuries have been scabbed and no longer covered in blood. I think he will recover after several months.

When Zhu Yiwen saw that Han Ming's leg injury had healed a lot, he no longer had the idea of ​​sending Han Ming back to Zhu Chiyuan. He just asked Han Ming to stay in the car honestly and not go out casually.

The black guard here did not receive the order from Zhu Chiyuan, so he stayed here and did not leave. He continued to clean up the scattered spies of spys. Han Ming was also happy. It was much better to stay in the car and practice all day than to run to the front line.

But this day, more than a hundred people came to the Heiwei camp, completely breaking the tranquility here. Most of these people were wearing martial robes in the Zhu family. If you look closely, the lowest level was all black guards with B font size.

There were five people in this group of man-made people, one was a romantic young master wearing a wide and spotless white robe. He held a two-foot-long jade flute in his hand. The jade was integrated into one, and it was made of a large piece of jade. It looked extremely extraordinary at first glance.

There was also a tight-fitting gray martial arts robe with an extremely ordinary face, and there was no warrior who should have the aura that a warrior should have. If he hadn't stood with those people, anyone would have thought he was an ordinary hawker in the street market.

There was also a man covered in a wide black robe. He couldn't see his expression clearly, but there was a faint evil spirit in his body. He stood there quietly, not with anyone.

Next to the man in black robe was a man in yellow dress, with his muscles bulging high like dragons. He stood there like a small tower, very imposing.

There is also a beautiful woman in red clothes, about twenty-seven or eight years old, with curved willow eyebrows and long eyelashes trembling slightly, and her flawless skin was faint pink and looked very smooth.

"Junior brother, let's guess what these people are from!" Zhu Yiwen was sitting in the carriage with Han Ming at this time, lifting up the curtains and looking outside secretly. They didn't have to go out to greet these people.

"It's not difficult! Three of the five commanders have seen them, so do you still need to guess? The yellow evil in yellow clothes is Huang, and the black robe covers the body is Hei Ye. The white robe master Jia taught us how to choose martial arts before, and he asked us to use the Huayuan Sword Technique to lay a solid foundation for swordsmanship! It was Huang Shi, the right palm of the Huayi Sect."

"I know you know the three of them, so I'm asking you to see the remaining two." Zhu Yiwen pointed to the remaining two.

"It's still not difficult! Look at the man in gray robe who is extremely ordinary and is so close to the right palm envoy. The fool can guess that he is Qianhuan Langjun and Qiu Tuo, the left palm envoy of Huayi Sect.

As for the identity of the woman in red, it's very interesting. You can't not know her, senior brother!" Han Ming looked at Zhu Yiwen with a smile, with a hint of gloating in his eyes.

"Why are you looking at me like this? Of course I know me. Now I ask you to guess, guess quickly!" Zhu Yiwen just doesn't know how to lie. Once he lies, he can't speak and can tell at a glance.

"Haha, okay, senior brother knows it! Then I'll guess the identity of this woman. Senior brother, let's see if it's reasonable." Han Ming smiled slightly and quickly interrupted Zhu Yiwen, but the expression of gloating in his eyes was even more.

"This woman in the red robe should have a high status, at least equivalent to the other four people, and her skills are not much weaker than them, so that's easy to guess. I remember that there was no such master in the Zhu family on the surface, and that would not come out in secret. Then she is very likely to be a master in the Chi family! I remember that there is a master named Mei Niangzi in the Chi family, which is very similar to the one in front of her!" Han Ming smiled and then looked at Zhu Yiwen again, with sympathy in his eyes.

"Ah, it turns out that they are from the Chi family, right? No wonder I don't know each other." Zhu Yiwen muttered in a low voice.

Han Ming's hearing was extremely terrifying. He could even hear the movements of a small insect more than ten feet away. As long as Zhu Yiwen spoke, he could hear clearly, but he looked calm and pretended that he hadn't heard it.

"Senior Brother, this Mei Madam has another identity, then this identity is interesting and it has something to do with you!" Han Ming smiled.

"What does it have to do with me!" Zhu Yiwen still looked outside, answering Han Ming absent-mindedly.

Han Ming leaned against the wooden board behind him and said slowly: "This Mei Ma is the only concubine of a lady in the Chi family. The name of this lady seems to be Chi Yanyan."

"What, she is Yan Yan's concubine!" Zhu Yiwen turned his head suddenly, then grabbed Han Ming's shoulder and shook it.

"Stop shaking, I'm still hurt. If you shake it, you will become a lame person. Besides, if you shake me to death, she will still be Yan Yan's concubine!" Han Ming smiled brightly, preparing to read Zhu Yiwen's joke.

Zhu Yiwen seemed extremely helpless at this time, and he looked like a son-in-law seeing his mother-in-law. He had heard Yan Yan talk about this aunt, but he had never seen her before. He knew that Chi Yanyan and this aunt were not mother and daughter, but were better than mother and daughter.

"What should I do? What should I do if she is not satisfied with me!" Zhu Yiwen lifted a gap in the car curtain, secretly took a look at the situation outside, and then immediately put down the car curtain, as if afraid of being revealed.

"It's not as satisfactory as your marriage was decided by the heads of the two families. No one can object. She is Yan Yan's biological mother. I think she may make you suffer a little and make you dare not bully Yan Yan in the future!" Han Ming moved back and then looked like he was not in charge of his own affairs.

Zhu Yiwen's little face suddenly became bitter, and he secretly looked outside, but then shrank back and said in a low voice: "It's over, I'm here, I'll run, but where to run!"

Han Ming retreated again after hearing this, decisively stayed away from Zhu Yiwen, looking like he was afraid of causing trouble.

Sure enough, after a while, a whisper came from outside the carriage: "Boy Zhu, will the aunt not come out to greet her when she comes?"

"Senior Brother, I'm right, I'm really Yan Yan's aunt." Han Ming smiled.

Unlike Han Ming, Zhu Yiwen's face was full of bitterness, and his eyes were staring at Han Ming, hoping that Han Ming could give him some advice, but Han Ming shrank back and waved his hands repeatedly, asking Zhu Yiwen to go out soon.

Zhu Yiwen stared at Han Ming fiercely, then lifted the curtain and crawled out, as if he was going to be taken to the execution ground.

Zhu Yiwen was taken away by the woman in red robe holding the collar in one hand, like a chicken carrying a chick. It seemed that she was preparing to find a place to communicate separately, and no one dared to stop her along the way.

After Zhu Yiwen was taken away, Han Ming devoted himself to practicing the nameless oral trauma. It was not his turn to take care of anything in this black guard team, a fifteen-year-old young master. All he had to do was cure the disease and detoxify. As for whom he came, it had nothing to do with him.

But before Han Ming had practiced for too long, a thick sound came from outside the carriage. A strange color flashed in Han Ming's eyes and he spoke and let the people outside enter the carriage.

The carriage swayed and the curtain was lifted. Then a big man in a yellow robe came in. It was Huang Sha who had just arrived. Unexpectedly, he came to visit Han Ming as soon as possible.

"Mr. Huang's injury hasn't been completely cured yet! He should have been recuperating for another year or two, so why are you coming out to carry out the mission now?" Han Ming sat upright and asked with a frown.

"Haha, I want to stay in Zhu Chi Garden and cultivate well, but this time the front line is going to fight a fierce battle. Nine out of ten of the forces of Zhu Chi Garden have been sent to support the front line. Although I have not recovered all my strength yet, I can barely do my best. But Young Master, why are you so injured? What are those black guards in Jiazi doing? When you go back, you will definitely let them enter the Criminal Law Hall." Huang Sha pointed to Han Ming's heavily wrapped calves, looking very angry.

"It wasn't that blamed those black guards at that time. After all, they were all drunk at that time. Commander Huang should not blame those black guards. They were still very responsible. I'm just an external injury, so I'm just going to take my care of it. Don't worry. However, Commander Huang, you suffered an internal injury that was much worse than my minor injury. I think I haven't taken your pulse for several months. Now I'll take your pulse for you!" Han Ming smiled slightly, then shook his arm and stretched out his hand from his sleeve and stretched towards Huang Sha.

When Huang Sha saw Han Ming taking his pulse, he looked happy in his eyes. He quickly stretched out his arm and placed it in front of Han Ming, allowing Han Ming to pinch his wrist.

Han Ming closed his eyes and sensed it finely. After about ten breaths, Han Ming opened his eyes, then frowned slightly and asked: "Commander Huang, did the qi and blood flow backward one month ago and the true qi was chaotic? After that, I felt stuffy in my chest before going to bed every day, as if there was a big stone pressing on it. And every time I used internal force, my whole body would be sore for less than a quarter of an hour!"

"I'm really extremely stuffy in my chest now and can't use my true qi for a long time. If you think about it carefully, it really started with a retrograde qi and blood a month ago." Huang Sha frowned and replied with some doubts.

"You must have wanted to restore your skills earlier and force the potential of oppression. This is a bit too hasty, which leads to the retrograde of true qi, blood stasis, and heart meridians blockage. If you don't deal with it earlier, you may have a big problem. Fortunately, I checked it for you, otherwise it will be difficult to solve it in a few months. Now it's early, that's just a matter of random things. I'll drive you away some blood stasis." Han Ming reached out and took out a cloth package, and then spread it flat, revealing dozens of silver needles inside.

"Take off your shirt and I'll apply a needle to remove blood for you now. The process may be a little painful, but just bear with it." Han Ming slid his fingers and pinched a silver needle and was about to penetrate Huang Sha's chest.
Chapter completed!