Qiao Xianyong was once again impressed by his master's extraordinary hearing. It turned out that there was someone hiding behind him! Without thinking, he drew out the ink sword on his back and turned around.
There is nothing but trees and grass!
Qiao Xianyong thought he was dazzled. He rubbed his eyes and took a closer look. The forest was empty, not even a bird could be seen.
Seeing Qiao Xianyong's hesitation, Wei Hong sighed softly as he knew that his hearing and vision had greatly declined after losing all his inner strength. He knew in his heart that the hidden person had not taken action, and he didn't know what his purpose was. It would be better to
It's better not to argue with him first, then to strike later. So he patted Qiao Xianyong and said loudly, "Xianyong, there is no need to argue with him, you little thief. Put your sword away, we are on our way."
Qiao Xianyong sheathed his sword as he was told, but something moved in his mind, and he couldn't help but think of something, and asked, "Master, if the doctor we are looking for is so well-known, why haven't he seen anyone else seeking medical advice along the way?
person?"
When Wei Hong heard this, he couldn't help but smile on his face and said, "Because this miracle doctor is very strange. He gave himself a nickname: He can't suffer. Think about it, doctors are kind-hearted. Doctors in the world say that they can't suffer."
Loss is really rare.”
"Can't afford to suffer." Qiao Xianyong pondered, "Does it mean that this miracle doctor charges a lot of money, so he is unwilling to suffer the consequences of treating people's injuries?"
Wei Hong tilted his head and flashed through the high and low branches and leaves in the forest, and said calmly, "This miracle doctor doesn't love money, he just has a weird nature. Regardless of external injuries, internal injuries, strange poisons and evil spirits, I have heard of all the difficult and complicated diseases.
It can be said that he can cure diseases at his fingertips. But you are right. According to common sense, there should be an endless stream of people seeking treatment for such a miracle doctor, all over Daishan Mountain. Why can't he even see a single figure?
Arrive?"
"Why?" Qiao Xianyong was stunned and asked involuntarily.
"Because he can't afford to suffer. The rule of medical treatment set by this miracle doctor is that if a patient comes for treatment of external injuries, then after he cures the external injuries, he must make the person suffer from internal injuries or other organ diseases. If the patient comes for treatment,
The person he was seeking treatment for was an internal injury, so the miracle doctor asked him to give him some physical pain. In short, it means treating people who hurt others, being impartial and not suffering any loss." Wei Hong couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth, as if he remembered something extremely funny.
Things.
Qiao Xianyong was so shocked that he opened his mouth. After a while, he said, "This doctor is really different. According to my apprentice, he doesn't seem to be a doctor at all. He is nothing more than a killer."
Wei Hong glanced at the corner of his eyes and said calmly, "Xian Yong, what you said is wrong. I think this miracle doctor should be evaluated in a few words: benevolent heart and benevolent skills, wonderful hands to rejuvenate, hanging pot to help the world
, Qi Huang is a master of martial arts, Bian Que is still alive, and Zhong Jing is reborn."
Before Wei Hong finished speaking, he was interrupted by a rough voice, "Fart, fart! What the apprentice said makes sense, but the master is nonsense!"
This was exactly the sound that had just been scolding someone for hurting someone with a hidden weapon. Qiao Xianyong was startled and drew out the ink sword again. Looking at Wei Hong again, he had a calm face and a smile on his lips, as if he had expected such an outcome.
Qiao Xianyong couldn't help but drink, "Who are you! Sneaky! If you have the guts, get out!"
They saw a big tree in front of them suddenly split open, and a strange-looking man jumped out. The man took a few steps forward and said in a rough voice, "What do you want me to do with you?"
Qiao Xianyong looked at it carefully, but found that it was not the trunk of the tree that was cracked, but that the man's whole body was like a burnt yellow old tree bark, which was scarred and seemed to be covered with a lot of blue-black moss. The man's hair
Extremely long, dirty and greasy hair that hasn't been washed in an unknown amount of time. It hangs down in a mess, covering the eyebrows.
This weirdo disguised himself as a tree, so Qiao Xianyong never noticed it. He couldn't help but look at Wei Hong with a calm expression in admiration.
The weirdo shouted impatiently, "The miracle doctor you keep shouting about won't accept patients. You two, get down the mountain quickly!"
Qiao Xianyong thought, and it turned out that it was not easy to seek medical advice or become a master. He looked at his master's face and saw Wei Hong's face was expressionless, but his eyes were like knives as he looked at the barking weirdo.
Qiao Xianyong raised his ink sword and stabbed at the weirdo. He saw the weirdo standing in the middle of the road with his hands on his hips, looking like a thousand-year-old tree. There were countless mosquitoes and flies buzzing around his head.
Qiao Xianyong stabbed the strange man in the chest with his sword. He did not intend to kill him, but just wanted to scare him, so he did it lightly.
Who would have known that although this black sword was extremely sharp, when Qiao Xianyong struck down with the sword, the tip of the sword would bend several times, without even piercing the rough skin of the monster!
The weirdo shouted proudly, "The apprentice who shows off his fists and embroidered legs! He has no internal strength at all!"
When Qiao Xianyong heard what he said, he felt very sad. He took a breath and used the second sword "Thousand Rings of Moon" in the "Eighteen Pine Smoke Swords" of his master's martial arts. He turned his arm extremely quickly, and the ink sword made a sound.
The circle of light dazzled those who saw it, and they didn't even know where the tip of the sword was.
But Qiao Xianyong knew that although this move could confuse the enemy, without any internal strength, it would only cause flesh wounds to the enemy at most. This weirdo looked rough and thick, with only the throat seeming to be the softest.
In the light of the sword, the tip of the sword was passed towards the strange man's throat, and it was about to pierce the strange man's throat. Qiao Xianyong felt soft again. He thought that the strange man just said something ugly, but it would not kill him, so the sword was strong
Slow down.
When the weirdo saw this sword move, he opened his two weird eyes, one big and one small, very nervous. Although he could not see through Qiao Xianyong's sword move, he also knew that his whole body, only his throat was the most important lifeline. The weirdo simply opened his eyes.
Closed, he took a horse stance, raised a pair of rough palms, turned them inward, and slowly raised them to his chest, slightly bent his elbows, and struck out a heavy palm wind with his right hand, heading straight for Qiao Xianyong's ink sword.
"Dharma Vajra Palm!" Wei Hong shouted, he jumped up quickly, jumped in front of Qiao Xianyong in two steps, picked up the tall Qiao Xianyong like a chicken and threw him back.
The ink sword in his hand stopped turning. Wei Hong had already taken over the palm of the strange man. The strange man spurted blood and fell backwards, but Wei Hong's expression remained unchanged.
Qiao Xianyong put away the sword in his hand, knowing that the palm just now was so fierce that before it hit him, he was already out of breath. If his master hadn't saved him, he would have died at the hands of the weirdo.
Wei Hong glanced at Qiao Xianyong and said calmly, "Xianyong, when it comes to life and death, you don't show mercy."
Qiao Xianyong blushed and moved closer to see the strange man's situation.
Wei Hong stood nearby and said, "He held his breath and passed by without any internal injuries. He would wake up after half a stick of incense."
Sure enough, not long after, the weirdo slowly opened his eyes and saw Master and Disciple Wei Hong standing beside him. His body shrank nervously.
Wei Hong didn't take it seriously and asked, "Dharma Vajra Palm, are you from the Shaolin sect?"