I have many teachers

Chapter 292 Multiple Changes (2\2)

The old man on the bamboo chair gave a soft snort and didn't answer, but waved his hand casually, making the three warriors retreat.

Those three people didn't dare to be negligent in the slightest, they stood up wisely to leave, they clasped their fists and walked back until they exited the courtyard before turning and leaving.

I don't know when the back is full of cold sweat.

One of the women turned around to look at the courtyard and exhaled.

Respectful on the surface, but there are many puzzles in the heart.

Although the pharmacology taught by Pharmacist Gu Dudu has its own unique features, Bulaoge is also a sect specializing in the art of medicine and poison. Said that the inheritance of the sect has been exhausted, I don't know why I am so obsessed with the martial arts classics of Medicine Master Valley.

For two years, I didn't give up.

Isn't it a waste of money?
This thought just passed in her mind, but she never got to the bottom of it. As the deacon martial artist in the Blessing Pavilion, although she has a seventh-rank cultivation base, it is a taboo to speculate on the elder's mind. , it is necessary to shed a layer of skin, look away, use body skills, and stand up.

Just counting the time, the figure has disappeared.

In the courtyard, the fragrance of tea curls up.

The old man spread out the Chinese medicine book in his hand and put it on his knees, leaning on the bamboo chair and swaying leisurely, his eyes narrowed slightly as he watched the white clouds gather and disperse above the sky.

He bent his right hand, tapped lightly on the armrest of the bamboo chair, and whispered in his mouth, saying:
"Pharmacist Valley..."

When speaking of these three words, his expression changed slightly.

It seems to be secretly hating, it seems to be indignant, but it also seems to be gloating, as happy and refreshing as revenge for a big revenge.

It seems that I have seen the thrilling scene 30 years ago again.

I saw the middle-aged doctor in Tsing Yi, the eyes that were still clear, and the defeats that made him extremely regretful and jealous, and the embarrassment of escaping his life.

I saw the altar master's cold gaze.

Three years of suffering from poisonous snakes.

There was a heavy rain that year, and the elegant doctor in green frowned and looked at him. After healed himself, he walked away. Before leaving, he sneered and reprimanded:
"Evil and crooked, it's not enough to be a colleague!"

"You don't deserve to study medicine at all..."

"get out!"

The drooping palms were clenched tightly, and the old man's originally peaceful face twisted for a while, and he suddenly sneered and said:

"Doctor, doctor..."

"Meng Yushu, Meng Yushu, you are the loser!"

"Thirty years ago, the 'gift' left to you by the old man before he left, with your mind, it is impossible not to be aware of it. Passing the test in my heart, I fell into the most despicable crooked way you despise."

"Ha ha ha ha……"

"The loser is you!"

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To the north of this town.

Several warriors with sabers and swords on their backs walked slowly, their expressions were cold and hard, their faces were like stones after snow, with sharp edges and corners, exuding a threatening chill, the people in the city looked at them and knew in their hearts that they should not be provoked, and they all stood far away. Get out of the way.

In front of these warriors, it was like an empty city.

But not far away, the hustle and bustle of the world of mortals can be heard.

The leader was a tall man with one eye injured, with a ring-shaped sword on his back.

The eyes left with a scar were stubbornly opened, and some of the necrotic eyeballs were white and dull, which made people feel terrified.

He stood in front of a small courtyard.

Look up.

According to the news, there is the last successor of the Medicine Master Valley here, and it was considered a big school in the past. Although the "Medicine Man" sect was exterminated two years ago, for these Jianghu people, what kind of "Medicine Man" 'Poisonous person', as long as it doesn't involve yourself, it's nothing.

who cares? !

Not many people care, the prosperity of the world is all for profit, and the hustle and bustle of the world is for profit.

What is important is the pharmacology and martial arts secret books inherited by Pharmacist Valley.

In the past two years, for some reason, there have been rumors of secret books and treasures from all over the rivers and lakes. Although many of them are just groundless rumors and disputes have arisen for nothing, there are always some truths in them. For the inheritance of a school, it is worth taking some risks thing.

The man opened his mouth and let out a breath of white air.

He raised his right hand and held it on the handle of the knife. The handle was wrapped with several circles of coarse cloth to prevent it from slipping. The intact left eye glanced twice from the side of the courtyard. The people he brought had already separated and each drew out their weapons. , besides this, other warriors also came over, one of the old men looked at him and shouted:
"Isn't this Hero Zhao?"

"Looking up to him for a long time, I never expected to see Hero Zhao in this remote place, hahaha..."

Cyclops frowned slightly, his heart was filled with vigilance and fear, but he didn't make a move, he just greeted him twice, raised his foot and kicked hard at the wooden door.

His kung fu is not bad, but at this time he wanted to demonstrate again, this kick channeled [-]% of his internal energy, which was fierce.

This wooden door is just an ordinary material, how can it withstand it?Hearing two clicks, he flew inwards directly. The one-eyed man snorted coldly and went in with a knife. Because the small courtyard was immediately crowded with seven or eight warriors.

Hearing this sound, a man in the courtyard next to him couldn't sit still any longer, stood up abruptly, raised his hand to hold the sickle beside him, and was about to go out, but he was pushed to the ground by several other people after only two steps. The old man took two quick steps, snatched the sickle from his hand, raised his hand to scratch his ear, lowered his voice, and shouted:

"What are you doing!!"

The man struggled, but couldn't get out, and said:

"They are villains, I have to save them..."

"Help me! You're just going to die..."

The young man stiffened his neck and said:
"If you can't save it, you have to go..."

"The little girl has been here for a month, isn't Grandma's life saved by her?"

"I know those are Jianghu people. It's not enough to beat him, but one life is exchanged for another life, which is considered worthy of the ancestors."

"I can't just be deaf at this time!"

"Father, elder brother, there are already enough deaf people in our city, and we have been deaf in the past, but this is a lifesaver, so we can't ignore it!"

But at this time, in the courtyard.

Without saying a word, just making eye contact, two warriors stepped forward, took out the black crossbow from their backs, pulled the mechanism, and set up five fine steel crossbow bolts. A crossbow bolt of this kind is enough to pierce through The one-meter-thick mountain rock is absolutely difficult to use unless you are a warrior. There are a total of two crossbows and ten arrows aimed at this small wooden house.

In the crackling sound.

Ten crossbow bolts directly penetrated the wooden house and shot into it.

A dead silence.

The one-eyed warrior clenched the long knife in his hand, and the air in his body circulated. He slowly approached the wooden house, raised his left hand, and gently pressed the wooden door. With a creaking sound, the wooden house slowly opened.

He raised his eyes and looked into the room, but he didn't see anyone. The warrior first heaved a sigh of relief, then frowned, looked around, and when he turned to the right, he suddenly heard the sound of his clothes fluttering, and the hair on the back of his neck twitched. The ground stood up, and before he could react, a person stepped out from the left.

There was a sharp pain in his still intact right eye. Even a martial artist couldn't bear the severe pain, so he couldn't help screaming. After a few breaths, he staggered out the door, his footsteps were unsteady, and he lay on the ground directly. He fell to the ground, convulsed for a moment, and died.

"Hero Zhao?!"

"Hero Zhao, what's the matter with you?"

The martial artist outside the door felt cold and opened his mouth again and again. After a few breaths, one person stepped up and opened the person. He saw that several acupuncture points all over his body had been pierced by silver needles, and his right eye was covered with blood. He raised his hand to his nose, but there was no life left, and his complexion sank.

But in a short period of time, a master of the eighth rank had already died here. Everyone's faces were solemn for a while, and they wanted to retreat, but they were unwilling to leave.

Just at this time, the expression of the warrior who had just raised his hand to turn the one-eyed dragon over suddenly changed drastically, he shook it twice, then fell silent, fell down on the ground, twitched several times, lost his breath, and his palm was even more bruised and purple color.

Amidst the clattering sound, the fierce warrior retreated a few steps suddenly, his complexion turned pale, and one of the old men shouted:
"It's that female devil!"

"She was poisoned! Comrades, be careful!"

In the midst of this yard, when there was a lot of commotion, a hundred meters away from this place, a warrior in Tsing Yi stood on the eaves, took out a piece of thick incense from his arms, and only held it with his fingers. Just a pinch on the top of the incense head, and it will be ignited directly, and a strange fragrance will rise up, and gradually drift away with the wind.

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Wang Anfeng stepped into the wooden house.

There was a person lying on the bed, with short stature, angry eyes, a sword wound on his heart, and a sharp bone-eviscer knife in his left hand. His palm was still on the drawer in the room, as if he was looking for something. , was taken advantage of his unpreparedness, and directly killed him with a sword in his heart.

Seeing that the deceased was not Chuan Lian or Meng Yuexue, Wang Anfeng heaved a sigh of relief, and then became a little contemplative——

The scene in front of me, whether it is the warrior ambushing in the courtyard, or the man who died in the house and was smashing things, undoubtedly clearly shows that Chuan Lian is in a dangerous situation at this time.

I don't know where these warriors got the news from.

Since they were fighting each other, they must not have come from the Bulao Pavilion... and judging from their good use of martial arts, it is not a kind of martial arts such as medicine and poison.

Could it be, Jianghu warrior?
Wang Anfeng frowned slightly, feeling that this matter was almost a mess, and there was fog everywhere, turned around and walked out quickly, but the young man with the sword had disappeared, presumably he had seen the young man rushing in before, so he had the courage to run for his life up.

Wang Anfeng opened his mouth, turned around and looked at the two five-foot men embedded in the wall.

Just now when he was furious, he was especially rational, and these two warriors were not bad. They were only seriously injured and comatose at this time, but they did not die. The situation in front of him is obviously extremely critical, and the most lacking thing is time.

Wang Anfeng felt restless for a moment.

Because he came here suddenly, he didn't know much about this matter. At this time, he lacked information and it was difficult to make a judgment. It landed on the dark pattern kit at the waist, and his expression changed slightly.

Then he thought of what Tan Yurou said to himself when he left today.

"Young hero, if you encounter some difficulties during this trip, you might as well open the kit and have a look."

Thinking of the girl's tricks, Wang Anfeng was sure, took off the bag from his waist, and gently opened it. There was a porcelain bottle and a note in it. Wang Anfeng unfolded the note, raised his eyes and glanced at it, his expression was slightly startled, and then he calmed down instantly. .

"So good!"

PS: The second update...

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