"On the contrary, it's you!"
He pointed at Young Master Wuhen and said sternly, "You put on airs, but your heart is dark and selfish. At this moment, your eyes have been blinded by greed and evil. You think you have everything under control, but you don't know that a great disaster is about to befall you. Looking at your face, I can see that you will die here today. You will be smashed into pieces, and you won't have a place to stand after death. You will be cut into pieces and chopped into pieces!"
Young Master Wuhen was furious. He shook the long sword in his hand and said, "Old bastard!
How dare you boast here? You haven't recovered from your serious injuries, but you still dare to come down here to seek death!
Today, I will kill you as well! "
Ping Yidao said with difficulty, "You … you can't kill him!
He is a disciple of Zhengyang Palace. If you kill him, you won't have a moment of peace in your life! "
Daoist Bai Xue rushed into the cellar and spread out the talisman. He circulated his True Origin, which had already affected his wounds and brought him bursts of heart-wrenching pain. His face turned pale, but he still clamored, "Come!
Come on!
Come if you have the guts!
Do you know how many connections I have?
Do you know how many junior brothers in Zhengyang Palace respect and love me, how many martial uncles and martial uncles love me!
Come, chop!
If you have the ability, chop here! "
Young Master Wuhen's eyes were like lightning. He had already seen that Daoist Bai Xue had nothing to fear. His heart trembled. This guy might really … Seeing that the situation was hopeless, he fiercely glared at Daoist Bai Xue and slashed the cellar's mechanism with his sword. The door to the secret passage leading to the outside of the mountain slowly opened. He glanced at Daoist Bai Xue and then at Ping Yidao. He sneered and said, "This is not over yet …"
The rustling footsteps gradually faded away. Young Master Wuhen was also a decisive person. Once he realized that something was wrong, he immediately fled. He was indeed a troublesome person … Daoist Bai Xue heaved a sigh of relief and then rushed to Ping Yidao. "Doctor Ping, how are you? Are you alright?
Hang in there. That evil monk will soon … "
At this moment, Ping Yidao's eyes focused and he hissed, "Be careful!"
Daoist Bai Xue's expression changed, and his protective talisman shone brightly. However, he was seriously injured, and his reaction speed and True Essence were much weaker than usual. A bright sword light flashed, and it was as fast as the wind. In an instant, it cut through Daoist Bai Xue's protective light shield and shattered it!
The talisman turned into specks of light and burned away, illuminating Young Master Wuhen's gloomy face. "I said, this matter isn't over …"
He raised his left palm and struck Daoist White Snow's chest. Daoist White Snow's face paled. He spat out a mouthful of blood and fell to the ground. He had suffered severe internal injuries.
After doing all this, he glanced at Ping Yidao and revealed a Senran sneer. After suddenly returning to attack Daoist Bai Xue, he actually turned around and ran back into the tunnel!
Daoist White Snow spat out another mouthful of blood and said weakly, "… Damn it, why did he run away again? Is he crazy?
Did he come back just to attack me? "
Ping Yidao covered the wound on his lower abdomen and leaned against the wall. He smiled bitterly and said, "I think I know what he wants to do … Alas, idiot, idiot. He gave up his last chance to live."
After a while, a figure quietly flashed into the cellar. It was Sun Lang. He was shocked when he saw the scene in the cellar. He moved and came to Ping Yidao's side.
The strange doctor pointed at the entrance of the tunnel. "Hurry … Hurry up and chase after him …"
"Chase after your * ss."
Sun Lang said coldly. He waved his right hand and sealed all the acupoints around the wound to stop the bleeding. Then, he raised his hand and pressed on the strange doctor's shoulder. After a while, his eyes became colder. He was silent for a while and said slowly, "You old fool …"
Ping Yidao forced a smile. "I'm sorry. I've embarrassed the marshal …"
The marshal said calmly, "Yes. If it was in the past, I would have punished you to do 300 push-ups on the drill ground … I'll put it on your tab first."
The strange doctor coughed a few times and took a few deep breaths. He said softly, "Marshal, I'm afraid I can't do it anymore …"
"You have to listen to the military order."
Sun Lang said lightly, "Until the last moment, a doctor can't give up on life, whether it's the patient's or your own. This is your professional ethics … Now, don't talk."
He stretched out his hand without hesitation. A mysterious and vast power surged out of his body and gathered in his palm. But in the next moment, Ping Yidao grabbed Sun Lang's right arm and said with difficulty, "You can't … You can't!
Marshal, it was not easy for you to … "
"Shut up." Sun Lang said coldly, "It's none of your business."
"But it's my life!"
Ping Yidao said agitatedly. Then, his gaze became gentle. He looked at Sun Lang and said softly, "Marshal, listen to me for the last time … I'm tired. I want to rest for a while. I can't walk anymore …"
Sun Lang looked at him. His expression changed. After a moment of silence, he said, "What about your career? What about your efforts … Don't you want them all?"
Ping Yidao smiled bitterly. The expression in his eyes changed drastically. He seemed to have made an important decision. "So, marshal, this old man has a last wish. I want to ask you …"
Before Sun Lang could say anything, footsteps came from outside. A golden light shone down. Master Sanzang hurried in. Looking at the miserable situation in the cellar, he couldn't help but chant, "Amitabha …"
At the same time, a petite figure flashed out from behind him. When she saw the strange doctor lying on the ground, she cried out, "Master!"
Sima Ping rushed over. She wanted to hug her master, but she found that his body was covered in blood. His face was green. After a few glances, she knew that her master was seriously injured. He had lost a lot of blood and was poisoned … Tears streamed down her face. She was afraid that she would affect her master's wounds, so she didn't even dare to touch him. She could only cry sadly and helplessly. Her heart felt like it was being cut by a small knife. Her heart was in pain. All the questions, all the grudges, and all the unfamiliarity disappeared at this moment. Only sadness and fear filled her heart, causing her to be at a loss.
Sun Lang said without turning his head, "Nun, Daoist Bai Xue has suffered internal injuries. We can't delay any longer. Use your inner energy to protect his heart meridian. Help him to clear and expel the foreign vital energy."
At this moment, his words seemed to have a great authority. Although his tone was calm, it was irresistible. Master Sanzang hurriedly agreed. Then, he helped Daoist Bai Xue up and pressed on his back. He slowly passed a vast and peaceful Buddhist inner energy over. Daoist Bai Xue's increasingly rapid breathing finally calmed down.
Then, Sun Lang turned his head and looked at Sima Ping, who was crying but didn't dare to touch Ping Yidao. He said calmly, "Don't cry. Take two steps back and kneel."
Sima Ping didn't understand what he meant. However, when Ping Yidao heard this, a trace of relief flashed through his eyes. He looked at the girl. His face was filled with love and guilt. He finally made the decision, "Ping 'er, kneel."
At this moment, the girl's mind was in a mess. She could only listen in a daze and kneel on the ground. Sun Lang didn't look at her. He said to Ping Yidao, "If this is your last wish, then don't worry.
She will inherit your legacy and pass down your career and your will … A new way of medicine will eventually appear, and countless people will be saved because of it. This way of medicine will flourish in the future, and the world will no longer have any prejudices, only trust. Many, many young people with aspirations to learn medicine will choose this path. Their medical skills will far surpass yours, and the knowledge that you have painstakingly pursued and desperately searched for will only be extremely common knowledge to them. However, they will eventually remember you, remember you as a pioneer, all the efforts and sacrifices that you have made in this dark era for the birth of modern medicine. Those who know you are not only me, but also the Spring and Autumn Annals, the history books, and the future generations. "
You will remember the history of the world. "" Is that so … "Ping Yidao revealed a gratified smile," That's great … The medical skills and knowledge of the future generations will surpass mine by a hundred times. That's really great … "
He looked at Sun Lang and revealed a difficult smile, "Marshal, thank you … After so many years, you have finally agreed to my request."
"Yes, I have finally fallen into your trap. I have to help you meddle in other people's business … Don't worry. Since I have said it, I will do it."
Sun Lang said indifferently, "Although this world is f * cked up and boring, although the people here are stupid and annoying, although I have no objection to this world falling into eternal darkness and ignorance … these are your last words."
He looked at Sima Ping, who seemed to be in a daze, and said calmly, "Your master's mantle, your master's Godly Knife Technique, your master's lifetime of hard work and heavy burden … Now, it's about to become empty. Do you want to shoulder it with your own shoulders?
If you don't want to, it's fine. I will find a new successor for your master.
Let me first say that this path has thorns and darkness that you can't imagine. Even if I help you, it will definitely be a very difficult thing. Because what you will face is not only the confusion and anger of the world, but also the self-blame and confusion in your heart … "
Sima Ping's heart was in a mess. How could a little girl suddenly make a decision when faced with such a big matter? "I … I …"
Ping Yidao laughed softly and said, "Marshal, you don't have to trouble yourself with teaching my disciple … You can go do your own things. Since there is still time, I will give my disciple one last lesson."
"Oh …" Sun Lang nodded. "He deliberately beat up Priest Bai Xue until he had serious internal injuries. He wanted the nun to maintain his pulse and heal him so that he could take the opportunity to launch a sneak attack. If he escaped through the tunnel, he should be almost there now …"
He reached out and took the steel staff from the strange doctor's hand. "Professor Ping, I will be back soon. Wait for a moment. I can be your teaching assistant later."
Sun Lang stood up and was silent for a moment. Suddenly, he asked, "One last question … I have asked you before. Now, I will ask you one last time.
Ping Yidao, you gave up all your reputation and status for the so-called medical path that may not have any results in your life. You sacrificed countless things. You walked this path even when the world scolded you, looked down on you, and even tried to kill you.
You've been practicing medicine here for so many years, and the villagers have changed their faces overnight. They've forgotten about your benefits, and all they've left for you is the most vicious curses and hostility … You've sacrificed so much just to save them, and now, all you've received from these foolish villagers is betrayal … Let me ask you again, do you regret it? "
He looked at Ping Yidao and felt a surge of emotions. His experience in the past few years was very similar to Ping Yidao's. He thought that he was doing the right thing. He thought that he could protect everyone. He thought that this was a fairytale. However, the ending made him cry the most and hurt the most … When all of this was just a selfish scam, when everything was fake, then what was the meaning of everything in the past?
Ping Yidao looked at Sun Lang and said calmly, "People in the world seek medical treatment only for the medicine to cure their illness. They only want this result. Therefore, when things go wrong, evil will follow … How can I not know that there is evil in people's hearts? How can I not know that the villagers were instigated and misled last night? I know, I know everything. The world is sinister, and people's hearts are not what they used to be. They are paranoid, ignorant, and selfish, but I am a doctor …"
He closed his eyes and clenched his fists. When he opened his eyes again, his turbid eyes were unexpectedly bright because they contained his willpower and perseverance throughout his life.
He looked at Sun Lang and said word by word, "But who told me, Ping Yidao, to live in this world … for this group of foolish people!"
Sun Lang was silent for a moment. Then, he gently nodded. Then, he dragged the steel staff and walked down the stairs, out of the cellar.
The steel staff knocked against the stairs, making clattering sounds.
He dragged Ping Yidao's steel staff and stepped out of the cellar. He stepped out of the main room. Perhaps it was a coincidence, or perhaps it was just a coincidence. Young Master Wu Hen's white clothes flashed, and he came back with a blazing killing intent on his face.
Sun Lang glanced at him. "It's good that you're here."
Young Master Wu Hen glanced at him. After a moment of surprise, a strong malice appeared on his face. "Good … You're the only one left, right?
That Ox-nose's injuries are very heavy. After the nun channeled her power, I can't let go for a while. Who can stop me now?
Today, I'm going to kill all of you one by one. I'll start with you … I'll start with you! "
Sun Lang raised his hand and grasped the end of the steel staff. He raised the steel staff at an angle. "Draw your sword."
Young Master Wu Hen stared blankly for a moment. Then, he laughed so hard that he almost cried. "What kind of grip is this?
Do you think this is holding a sword?
You want to compete with me?
Like a lion rebelling against a sheep?
Ah, you're angry … I thought a sloppy guy like you would never get angry. Very good, very good … "
He revealed a sinister expression and said coldly, "I thought you were going to use some despicable method again … Are you angry?
You want to use a fair and square battle to kill me?
Your courage is commendable … In that case, come. "
Young Master Wu Hen restrained the superfluous expression on his face and slowly raised the longsword in his hand. Slowly, he pulled it out and slowly recited, "This sword is called Xishuangyue. It's seven feet long …"
Sun Lang gripped the steel staff and walked towards him. His gaze fell on the longsword in Young Master Wu Hen's hand. As he walked, he slowly said, "The trifling scrap metal in your hand is seven feet and three inches long, half a finger wide, and weighs seven catties and thirteen taels. The surface of the sword has been refined with purple patterns, and the sword's quality has the appearance of heaven and earth meeting. It's one of the hundred swords forged by the Great Western Valley's Feng Clan seventeen years ago.
The two sides of the blade are densely covered with fine teeth. There are a total of 67,362 small nicks cut out by weapons clashing. The depths of the nicks are new and old, and they should've gone through 231 fierce battles.
The sword's bones have been broken three times. Looking at the new light of the sword's edge and the traces of tempering, you should've found black iron and flowing gold meteorites and asked Yueyang Li, Qingmeng Huyan, and Dragon City's Ouyang, three clans to reforge them one after another. First, you misused the ore, then you misused the mediocre craftsmen. You've reforged three times, and each sword is worse than the last.
Weapons are an extension of a martial artist's flesh and blood. Looking at a thousand swords to recognize a weapon, and looking at one sword to recognize a person. Your sword has already told me all about your path of the sword, style, weaknesses, accomplishments, and laughable points. But as your reliance and your most reliable partner, has it told you — "
"— The Sword Saint is here!"
The long and heavy steel staff transformed into a sword. The sword-light was like the hanging stars of the Nine Heavens, flashing across the sky.
Sword energy traversed thirty thousand miles, and the sword's edge chilled the Nine Provinces.