In an instant, the cellar was shrouded in a deadly murderous aura!
From the moment he stepped into the cellar, the Strange Doctor's plan had begun. He had used the candle to make Young Master Wu Hen lose his composure. He had used the secret book to make him impatient. He had used the threat to make him waver in vigilance. Finally, he had used a meticulously made candle smeared with poison to make him inhale the poisonous gas produced after the candle burned. When the poison flared up, the Strange Doctor would use the strength of a thousand catties to violently attack him … His scheme up to this point was already the best countermeasure he could think of as a doctor!
But although he practiced martial arts, he was still a doctor.
And although Young Master Wu Hen studied medicine, he was still a martial artist.
When the murderous aura hit him in the face, Young Master Wu Hen's battle experience and battle instincts, which he had accumulated through life and death battles, finally came into play.
On the line between life and death, he suddenly bit the tip of his tongue and used the pain to gather his greatest strength. He smashed the candle in his hand towards the Strange Doctor. Then, he pulled out the long sword at his waist with his left hand and suddenly blocked!
The sword technique focused on agility and agility. Moreover, it was left-handed. At this time, Young Master Wu Hen unexpectedly didn't retreat or evade. Instead, he chose to meet the Strange Doctor head-on. This was really unexpected … If the Strange Doctor was a martial arts expert and not a doctor, he would certainly feel that something was wrong. He would suspect that the other party was playing some kind of trick. Then, he would temporarily retreat and calmly observe the situation. But he was only a doctor after all.
Therefore, his goal was clear and inflexible. That was to kill Young Master Wu Hen. Therefore, when the candle smashed towards him, he didn't dodge or evade. Instead, he forcibly endured the force of the stone-like bombardment. The steel staff in his hand pressed forward, roaring towards Young Master Wu Hen's chest!
Young Master Wu Hen's sword slashed backwards.
The sword, which flickered with cold light and was densely covered with dark lines, collided with Ping Yidao's steel staff in the air. Brilliant sparks burst out, illuminating the small space and illuminating the gloomy faces of the two men.
With a loud bang, the candle was extinguished. In the darkness, the two figures suddenly separated. One of them cried out and vomited a large mouthful of blood!
After Young Master Wu Hen stood firm, he didn't rush to attack. He immediately switched his sword to his right hand. With a slash of the sword's edge, the sharp blade cut through the air, emitting a 'chi chi' sound. This familiar feeling made him feel at ease. The human heart was hard to fathom. In times of crisis, only one's own martial arts was worthy of trust. Only the sword arts that one had painstakingly studied were the most trustworthy companions … He immediately took out a pill from his waist, and quickly stuffed it into his mouth.
A cool feeling spread from his abdomen, and a faint cool air spread throughout his body, clearing the powerlessness in his body and the dizziness in his head. While he regulated his breathing and dissolved the medicinal effect, he laughed a few times, stalling for time, "Martial Uncle … Good move, but I'm still better. You really didn't expect this, did you?"
In the darkness, Ping Yidao's heavy breathing and the sound of chewing medicine could be heard. After a while, the Strange Doctor's weak and angry voice rang out, "That bag of medicine … is poisonous!"
"It's not poisonous, it's not poisonous."
Young Master Wu Hen laughed, "It's just that the oiled paper that wrapped those dozens of bags of medicine is poisonous … Martial Uncle, you're still too inexperienced. You were so anxious to confirm the medicinal effect that you didn't even check the oiled paper?
I originally wanted to get the secret manual and invite Martial Uncle to join the Society. Then, I bluntly told you about this matter and offered the antidote with both hands as an apology to Martial Uncle — I didn't expect this, I really didn't expect this! "
Ping Yidao didn't speak, only gasping for breath.
"Don't stall for time, Martial Uncle … Whether it was the antidote pill that I just swallowed or the poison that I used to entertain Martial Uncle, they were all exchanged with a considerable amount of merit points. Previously, in Mingzhou City, when I was humiliated by that brat, I wasn't willing to use them. Today, I'll use them on Martial Uncle. How about you taste the medicinal effect?"
Young Master Wu Hen laughed heartily. He slowly circled around the cellar, constantly using words to provoke and disturb Ping Yidao's state of mind, looking for the best opportunity to attack. "Just as I said, Martial Uncle, knowledge is meant to be shared and cooperated. The poison that you've been poisoned with was created by the joint research of countless poison masters. Can you neutralize it with just a dozen or so years of seclusion?
What can a single person do in the face of collective strength? "
Ping Yidao clenched his teeth, forcibly calming his internal injuries and alleviating the poison that had erupted in his body. He silently said, "In this world, there are still many things that a single person can do … if others aren't willing to do it."
"Is that so?"
Young Master Wu Hen didn't know what Ping Yidao was talking about. He slowly dragged the long sword in his hand across a table, the sharp sword constantly grinding out wood shavings, making sizzling sounds. "Martial Uncle, Martial Nephew suddenly had a sudden impulse and felt that his life was in danger. Presumably, it came true on you, Martial Uncle …"
Ping Yidao sneered, "Oh, then why didn't you run away?"
"What a joke … If you don't advance in the martial path, you'll fall behind. How can there be logic in turning around and running away?" Young Master Wu Hen said flatly, "A sudden impulse to feel danger approaching?
You have to know, how can the path of a powerhouse be smooth?
In the past twenty years, I've had dozens of premonitions of impending danger, but so what?
I fought, and I survived!
Every life and death battle is a sublimation in your life. The strong win, and the weak die. Only with this indomitable will, the sword in your hand will cut through everything together with you … Powerhouses reach the peak through constant battles. Today, Martial Uncle, you're just another stepping stone for me! "
When he said this, the long sword in his hand hummed, as if it was responding to his spirit and resonating with its master. The indomitable aura of sharpness made the Strange Doctor gasp!
"But …" Young Master Wu Hen's tone suddenly changed, and his voice became gentle, "Martial Uncle, I respect you as an elder, and you're also a doctor. I don't want to fight with you to this point … I can treat this matter as if it never happened, and I can still recommend you to join my organization. I can also let you live and let you fly far away, as long as …"
Hearing this, the Strange Doctor suddenly burst into laughter, "I say, you have such a big advantage, but you don't follow up with a victory and attack. Instead, you're chattering endlessly with me. What is it for … You're afraid, aren't you?"
Young Master Wu Hen's complexion changed, and he said coldly, "I'm afraid?
What am I afraid of? "
"You're afraid of getting an answer from me that you don't want to know."
Ping Yidao's words contained endless ridicule, "I'm afraid that you'll realize in the end that everything was for nothing."
Young Master Wu Hen's complexion changed again, "Martial Uncle … Don't force me."
"You guessed correctly."
Ping Yidao said indifferently, "In fact, Senior Brother expelled me from the sect and wanted to clean up the sect, not because I stole a secret manual of the Divine Knife Technique, but because I planned to write a secret manual of the Divine Knife Technique."
"It's not a martial art, it's a medical book."
"A treasonous medical book, a medical book without conscience, a medical book built on mountains of corpses, souls that died without a place to be buried, and the evil of destroying the skin of the dead."
"That's all."
The blood drained from Young Master Wu Hen's face. It was as if his ears were filled with mocking laughter and sarcastic words. Those voices mocked him, mocked him, and said that his obsession and concern over these years were all the most ridiculous jokes. He suddenly roared angrily, "You're talking nonsense!
I don't believe it!
Do you think I'm a child? "
He roared, "What kind of joke is this?
You're saying that in order to write a medical book, you betrayed your sect, gave up the future and reputation of the present age's Divine Doctor, and were chased by people in such a sorry state. You could only hide in such a remote and desolate place, digging up people's graves every day, cutting open their stomachs, and doing things that would get you beaten to death if you were discovered. You didn't get anything, you're nothing, you're all alone, deserted by everyone … Just to write a f * cking medical book?!
What kind of joke is this?! "
"Yes, just to write a medical book … I don't want anything, I just want this medical book." Ping Yidao said indifferently, "Little friend, you don't understand, do you? You don't understand anything."
"I don't understand your mother!"
Throwing all of his poise and restraint to the back of his mind, Young Master Wu Hen's long sword stabbed forward. The sword light flashed, and the strange doctor shouted and waved his staff to block. Although his internal strength was higher than Young Master Wu Hen's, as a doctor, he wasn't good at life and death battles. Moreover, he was poisoned, so how could he be Young Master Wu Hen's opponent?
However, Young Noble Wu Hen didn't seem to have given up hope. Although he had the upper hand, he didn't go for the kill. He constantly brandished his sword, leaving wounds on the Strange Doctor's body and sword marks on his steel staff. Each of his moves contained killing intent and internal strength, constantly forcing the Strange Doctor to retreat. He was like a mad beast as he constantly roared, "Tell me!
There's a secret manual!
You should f * cking fight back!
Use the Divine Knife Technique to fight back!
Show me!
Show me the exquisite moves of the Divine Knife Technique!
Tell me!
There's a secret manual!
Give me the secret manual!
Give it!
Give it!
Out!
Come! "
The last three swords were sent out in anger. Strength and speed coexisted. The first two swords knocked away the strange doctor's steel staff, and the last one went straight for Ping Yidao's lower abdomen. Ping Yidao had been fighting fiercely for a long time, and the poison had spread, so his strength was much weaker than before. In addition, there were many injuries on his body, and blood was flowing. He couldn't hold on any longer, and his lower abdomen was immediately hit by the sword. Then, Young Master Wu Hen kicked him, causing him to fall back and spurt blood from his mouth.
Young Master Wu Hen growled and gloomily said, "You old thing … You old thing … Killing you with one sword is too easy for you!"
He pondered for a moment and recalled where he had thrown the so-called Divine Knife Technique secret manual. He walked over, picked it up, and shook it a little. Then, he took out a fire match from his bosom and said to Ping Yidao Senran, who was curled up on the ground, "Old thing … So you're just a doctor. I thought so highly of you.
This is your Divine Knife Technique, right? This is the medical book you wanted to write at all costs, right? You intend to open up a new path and create a brand new medical path, right? This is what you've been pursuing all your life … Hmm? "
He blew on the fire match, and then casually ignited the book.
The flame greedily licked the pages of the book, and in an instant, it burned brightly. It burned every page, every line, every word, every stroke, and every stroke of the strange doctor's life's work, all of his efforts, sacrifices, achievements, and consolations.
The strange doctor's heart seemed to have been ruthlessly stabbed by a sword, causing him to feel a pain that penetrated into his marrow. He was seriously injured, but he didn't know where the strength came from, and he struggled to get up. "Stop!"
But in the next moment, Young Master Wu Hen expressionlessly kicked him down, and gloomily said, "Don't worry … Even if the book is burned, there's still your brain, right?
Don't you remember it very clearly?
You can write it again … But, you won't have the chance.
I'll kill you, and I'll make your life's efforts all go to waste. I won't let outsiders know your story, and I'll let you die in grievance, looking on helplessly as all of this happens … "
He coldly said, "You've worked so hard to protect the lives of this village's people, but you'll also die, and there's also your little disciple …"
He raised his longsword and pointed it at the strange doctor who was ceaselessly struggling on the ground. He indifferently said, "Where do we begin?
Do you want to die a quick death, or do you want to suffer a bit of torture first? "
Just as his voice fell, an angry shout suddenly came from outside. "Stop!"
The cellar's door rumbled open, and a person rushed in. Several blazing golden flames suddenly rolled into the cellar and shot towards Young Master Wu Hen!
Young Master Wu Hen was suddenly attacked, and he was startled. He couldn't deal with Jie Ping's blade, and he quickly withdrew. He brandished his sword to deflect the golden rays, but he saw a person with a white beard and Daoist robe rush in. Dozens of talismans flew out from his sleeve and interweaved into a golden light array, illuminating the angry face of the newcomer. "Villain!
Die! "
The newcomer was none other than Daoist Priest Bai Xue. When he swept his gaze over the various furnishings in the cellar, his face twitched, and his eyes flashed with uncontrollable shock. However, he immediately calmed down and looked at Ping Yidao who was lying in a pool of blood. "Hey, Doctor Ping, are you okay?"
Ping Yidao gasped for breath and said with all his might, "Quickly leave!
Quickly leave!
What are you doing here?
Quickly call for help! "
Daoist Priest Bai Xue continuously mobilized the talismans and arranged the immortal Daoist magic. When he heard Ping Yidao's words, he loudly said, "If I came a few steps later, you'd be in big trouble. However, you don't have to worry. When I heard the commotion, I immediately sent out a distress signal!
Although that demonic monk is troublesome, he's still somewhat useful! "
When Young Master Wu Hen heard this, his heart trembled. He held the sword in his right hand and pointed at the various terrifying things in the cellar with his left hand. He sternly said, "Daoist Priest, it seems like you're also on a mission from the orthodox Daoist sect. Don't tell me you want to help the evildoer?
This person disturbed the funeral of the deceased and destroyed the remains of the deceased. He's so deranged. Instead of enforcing justice on behalf of the heavens, you want to stop me? "
"Bah!" Daoist Priest Bai Xue angrily said, "It's precisely because I'm from the orthodox Daoist sect that I want to stop you!
Flowery words can confuse people, but facial features can't deceive people!
Doctor Ping's facial features tell me that he willingly suffered alone all his life. He gave up all the prosperity and riches in the world, suffered from the condemnation in his heart, and didn't hesitate to become the enemy of the whole world. Amidst his loss, sadness, and self-loathing, he still relied on his kindness and his instincts as a doctor to do what he set his mind on with difficulty!
A doctor's medical ethics can be seen clearly when he treats me!
Such people are one in a million, and all of them are people with great wisdom and courage that are hard to find in the world. Although Daoism is peaceful and inactive, if I don't save him now, even Daoist Ancestor won't spare me! "
"You, on the other hand!"
He pointed at Young Master Wu Hen and sternly said, "You put on airs, but your heart is gloomy and selfish. At this moment, your eyes have been blinded by greed and evil thoughts. You think you have everything under control, but you don't know that a great disaster is about to befall you. From your facial features, I can see that you're going to die on the spot today. You're going to be smashed to pieces.