Sima Ping and several horsemen from Marquis Jingan fu rode their horses and spent more than an hour to arrive at the foot of Yin Yuan Village. At this time, the sky was dotted with stars and night had already fallen, but the afterglow of the sunset still illuminated this world.
After she dismounted, she glanced at Young Master Wuhen. Along the way, she was still on guard against this person playing tricks, but she didn't expect that not only did he not have any abnormal movements and was extremely cooperative, his eyes even faintly revealed anticipation and anxiety, as if he couldn't wait to meet with Master … But even after arriving here, Sima Ping still didn't dare to relax her vigilance. After all, his martial arts were too high, so it was hard to guarantee that something unexpected would happen.
"Right now, his acupoints are sealed and his martial arts are sealed. Not to mention these elder brother bodyguards, even I can easily take his life …" The young girl pondered, "Not to mention Master.
I will only report this matter to Master. Whether this Young Master Wuhen lives or dies, whether he is released or not, it will all be up to Master to decide. It has nothing to do with me … "
She faintly felt that her Master had lived in seclusion in the mountains for several years and had never talked to her about the sect's matters. She was afraid that there was some ulterior motive, but she was so young. When encountering such a big matter, how could she have her own opinion?
She was originally just a young girl in her teens. Ever since she became sensible, she had always followed her Master to study medicine. She had never left the mountain and didn't know the sinister nature of people's hearts. She was used to hiding under her Master's protection, so when she encountered the matter of Young Master Wuhen, she found it hard to make a decision and wanted to push this matter to her Master … The girl glanced at Young Master Wuhen, who was standing obediently to the side — this person claimed to be Master's martial nephew, so she should at least meet him, right?
Young Master Wuhen sensed her gaze and smiled courteously, "Junior Sister, let's go pay respects to Martial Uncle."
Sima Ping snorted, "It's not that easy for Master to see you. In a moment, when we go up the mountain, you wait outside first. Wait for me to go in and ask Master and let him decide how to deal with you."
Young Master Wuhen smiled, "Everything will be arranged by Junior Sister."
Sima Ping's small face was still tense and stiff, and she spoke bluntly. When Young Master Wuhen saw this, he could only smile bitterly, looking quite helpless.
The young girl didn't say much. She asked the several knights to go up the mountain with her to keep an eye on Young Master Wuhen. Thereupon, the group of people lit torches and went up the mountain to the strange doctor's small courtyard.
Sima Ping looked at the familiar grass and trees, and her heart suddenly ached. She had been scolded by the strange doctor before. He wanted her to go down the mountain and kill a hundred people before he was willing to teach her the Divine Knife Technique. That stern reprimand, those merciless words, had exposed the darkest, saddest, and most helpless reality of the medical profession in the Apricot Forest in front of her …
She couldn't accept it for a while and wanted to go down the mountain with Zhao Feihuang to relax. However, after leaving home for a short period of time, she had a feeling of returning home, which made her miss her master even more.
When she arrived outside the bamboo forest, she turned around to look at Young Master Wu Hen and fiercely said, "You wait here!
If you dare to move, I'll chop you to death! "
Young Master Wuhen maintained his elegant smile and nodded calmly, as if this threat was nothing more than a passing breeze.
Sima Ping snorted again and ran into the bamboo forest. After running a few steps, she heard a voice coming from inside, "Great Master Ping, why don't you believe this poor Daoist's words?
Quick, put your hair aside and let this poor Daoist take a good look at your face. Tsk tsk, forgive me for speaking bluntly, Mister Strange Doctor, your face doesn't look too good. Quickly let this poor Daoist take a closer look and see if there's any way to resolve it … Don't be impatient. You saved this poor Daoist's life, so this poor Daoist should repay you. Don't doubt me. This poor Daoist only took a quick glance and could see that you'll definitely meet someone you don't want to meet today … "
This voice should be coming from that Daoist White Snow that Sun Lang had sent over … A Daoist priest with a cow's nose actually had such a effeminate Daoist name. He really had no shame.
Sima Ping frowned and walked a few more steps before hearing her master's familiar voice, "Daoist priest, I saved your life because someone asked me to. There's no need for you to repay me.
As for physiognomy divination, it might be effective, but it can't be avoided or escaped. It can only confuse people's hearts. This old man has never believed in such things. You'd better shut your mouth and recuperate. You can leave in two days. "
Hearing her master's familiar voice, Sima Ping's heart ached and she shouted, "Master, Master, I'm back!"
Hurried footsteps came from the ward. The door was pushed open and the Strange Doctor's slightly stooped figure appeared. He looked at Sima Ping and a trace of joy flashed in his eyes. He then said coldly, "A hundred people died so quickly?"
Sima Ping heard this and her face turned bitter. She said softly, "Master …"
"There's someone outside?
You can't save the patients, so you brought them back to trouble your master? "Although the Strange Doctor said this, he still said coldly," Bring them in. "
"No!"
Sima Ping said softly, "Master, we met a person this afternoon. This person saw through my pulse reading method and said that he was my senior brother and your martial nephew. I …"
Before she could finish her words, she felt the wind in front of her. In a blink of an eye, her master, who usually walked with a cane, came in front of her. He reached out and grabbed her wrist. He said sternly, "What?"
Sima Ping suddenly felt like her wrist was being clamped by an iron clamp. The pain was excruciating. Although her master usually scolded and punished her, he had never done such a thing. Under the pain, she panicked. Tears rolled down her face and she said with a sobbing tone, "Master, it hurts …"
The Strange Doctor immediately woke up and let go of her hand. His expression became complicated. There was hatred, panic, and a trace of indignation.
Sima Ping held her wrist and stole a glance. She felt that her master's serious expression had a trace of panic. It was just like … just like when he first met Sun Lang.
The Strange Doctor looked deeply at Sima Ping and said in a low voice, "Come with me …"
The two arrived at the main house where the Strange Doctor usually lived. After closing the door, the Strange Doctor said with a serious expression, "Tell me the cause and effect of this matter. Don't leave out a single detail!"
Sima Ping faintly felt that she seemed to have made a big mistake. For a moment, she didn't even dare to cry. She stuttered and began to tell the cause and effect of the matter. However, she didn't know that Young Master Wuhen's nasal cavity had exploded because Sun Lang had flicked the essential balm. Therefore, she didn't mention this point. However, she had personally experienced and witnessed all the explosive events that followed.
After a moment, the Strange Doctor said with a strange expression, "… There's no need to say more about the feces."
That Zhang Yinluo … was the woman that the Marshal had fallen in love with?
How could she be so … bold and unrestrained?
After listening to Sima Ping's story, the Strange Doctor fell into deep thought for a long time. After a long time, he slowly asked, "Then, Yuan … Sun Lang was involved in this matter from the beginning to the end?
The reason that Young Master Wuhen captured you, as well as the fact that he acknowledged his master, and even the fact that you brought him here … he knew all of this? "
Sima Ping didn't understand what he meant and nodded.
The Strange Doctor's expression became very strange. There was struggle, retreat, nostalgia, and sadness. He was silent for a moment and said softly, "The inheritance of the master, the thousand-year-old orthodoxy, how can it be destroyed because of me …"
As if he had made up his mind, he raised his head and said to Sima Ping, "Go arrange for that kid to stay far away from Daoist Bai Xue. I'll go see him in a moment and ask him some things."
Sima Ping heard her master's words and couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. She nodded and turned to leave. She didn't know why, but ever since her master gave the order to "cure a hundred people to death", she felt that there was an invisible wall between her and her master. Such a mysterious master made her feel more and more unfamiliar, and even … made her feel alienated and panicked.
So she didn't say anything and hurriedly ran out … Perhaps subconsciously, she wanted to keep a certain distance from her master.
The Strange Doctor looked at the back of his disciple leaving in a hurry and couldn't help but sigh softly. Unexpectedly, a laughing voice suddenly came from outside the window.
"What do you want to ask him?"
Hearing the tone that he would never forget in his life, the Strange Doctor felt his whole body turn cold, and his blood was about to freeze. The lights in the room dimmed, and in the blink of an eye, Sun Lang sat on the wooden armchair in the room. He glanced at the Strange Doctor and said indifferently, "What a coincidence, this marshal also has something to ask you … Doctor Ping."
Seeing this scene, the Strange Doctor had mixed feelings in an instant, as if time had turned back and returned to several years ago.
That night, when all the generals gathered, the central tent was brightly lit, and this person was just like now, leaning on the marshal's seat. His sitting posture was neither fish nor fowl, not dignified at all, and his expression was leisurely as he asked him a question.
What also didn't change was the terrifying power that was like Mount Tai, enveloping his body as he talked and laughed, just like several years ago.