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The little mudfish hurriedly grabbed at the stick, but the old man's hand slipped and the little mudfish missed. The old man leaned to the side. The wooden stick had hit his right arm. Xiu Wen Zhu swiftly grabbed the old man's wooden stick with his right hand. "Old man, didn't you see that his right arm is injured? Why did you hit his sore spot?"

Unexpectedly, the old man stepped forward. With his left hand's middle finger, he tapped twice on Wen Zhu's right arm. Wen Zhu was unable to hold it. The old man's wooden stick quickly swept towards the wound on the book sword.

Everyone was shocked. Just as Du Le was about to step forward, he saw that the old man's wooden stick had cut open the wound on the sword. The elder did not attack, his gaze was focused on the sword on the right arm.

The wound was not even two inches deep, and the tip of the blade slashed through the air. The opponent only used twenty percent of his strength. The old man pondered. He mumbled to himself.

"Withdrawing his sword, he cupped his hands and said." Old man, this junior is very polite. He covered his chest with his left hand and cupped his hands in greeting. "You must be the legendary doctor of the martial arts world, Hu Feng, who has been here for a long time."

"No, no, what godly doctor of the valley, what bearded maple?" I don't know. Since you call me old man, then I will call you old man. " His tone was naïve as his eyes darted around, stroking his beard from time to time. Very cute.

After a while, he seemed to fall into deep thought. "You little brat, using a knife to injure you is too exhausting. Otherwise, your right arm would have been broken long ago."

Xiu Wen Zhu was shocked. "This old man really has divine foresight. It's true."

The old man looked at the wound and saw that it was fine. Just apply some gold cream. He muttered to himself for a long time, but no one understood him.

He walked forward and tore off the clothes on the book sword's chest. The Blood Poison Palm was already deep into his skin, the festering around him had turned black, he used his hand to point at the scimitar's chest, and the scimitar felt a strange dull sensation in his chest, as the poisoned blood flowed along the old man's chest. The elder quickly pointed at the surroundings of the poisonous blood. "Yep." "Damn, I've mastered the ninth stage of the Blood Poison Palm."

After a while, he suddenly squatted back down. Make a grieving face. "He is still muttering to himself." I said I won't save, I said I won't save... Red, red. "Could it be … could it be that you really want to save this young man?"

The little mudfish and Du Le were extremely astonished. Xiu Wen Zhu seemed to have guessed a bit, "Old man, this big brother of mine is benevolent and kind, benevolent and benevolent. He, he, he was injured by Yu Yangzi because he wanted to save me. " Wen Zhu said gently. When he thought of how his sword had risked its life to save him, he became agitated and sincerely wept.

The old man stood up and stared at the book sword for a long time. He then looked at Wen Zhu. "It seems like he remembered something, and he immediately squatted down, covering his head and started shouting." "Red, red …" "He suddenly stood up." "Alright, for the sake of my redness, I will make an exception."

While the sword was still in doubt, Wen Zhu whispered into his ear, "Big Brother, the red blade that slipped through you with a knife just now could be the red blade he spoke of. Looking at the old man's age, he is still very naive. "

The book sword seemed to have understood something and looked at Wen Zhu. The two of them smiled.

"The Holy Hand's Scholar Du Le said." "Elder, this young man's surname is Shi Jian," He pointed at the little mudfish by his side. This is his sworn younger brother, Little Loach, and the young lady beside him is a female sword cultivator from the Hua Shan Sect. "My friend from the martial arts world gives me the title of 'Sacred Hand', Du Le."

"It is a long story that we meet by chance. Kong Tong had sent Yun Yangzi to practice his evil arts to the point where his cultivation had gone berserk. His Snow Poison Palm had even changed the colors of the mountains and rivers, and the demon behind him, Dongfang Xiao, had turned into a disaster martial artist. The martial practitioners of the martial arts world were lacking in strength, and even if Shaolin joined forces, it would still be difficult to fight him. Thus, the martial arts world was in a state of turmoil right now. Who dares to provoke them? "

"The young hero of Calligraphy Sword Young Master was originally here to congratulate my Master, but he suffered such misfortune for no reason at all. I hope that old man can give a helping hand, I will be extremely grateful."

This old man was the Godly Doctor Hu Feng. Thirty years ago, he was at the time when his blood and vitality were very strong and his medical skills were unparalleled. Hiding in this deep valley. He no longer cared about the affairs of the martial arts world.

"What old man, old man," he heard Du Le call him. "He stood up and put his hands on his waist, shaking his head vigorously." I'm only a few years older than you. " A romantic innocence.

Du Le laughed. "Haha, haha, old man is not old, old man is not old, I said the wrong thing, I apologize for what you did …" With that, he cupped his hands and bowed.

"Haha." Hu Feng waved his hand, and his face changed from anger to joy as he laughed loudly. "That's more like it."

"The little loach cried out." "Then, is it appropriate for me to call you old man? I'm not even twenty yet, so it shouldn't be a problem to call you old man, right?"

The little mudfish was in its prime, so it squinted its eyes. Although its body was thin and weak, its muscles were firm and its lines distinct. His two sentences actually made Hu Feng laugh.

"You're still a little kid, of course you'll call me old man." Hu Feng laughed loudly.

Seeing the injury on the sword, Hu Feng replied, "Such a vicious Blood Poison Palm. The autumn wind has already turned cold, come with me. We'll discuss this after we reach the cave."

Everyone followed Hu Feng and arrived in front of a stone cave.

The bushes in front of the cave were quite well hidden.

Big Beard Feng moved the fake tree away from the door and pushed open the stone door. Everyone entered in a line.

It was extremely narrow at first, but as they walked deeper and deeper, they were suddenly enlightened. This place was originally a natural stone cave, so they could faintly hear the sound of flowing water. It was originally the inside of the cave, and was actually the entrance to a natural spring. It slowly flowed out from the right side of the cave. Everyone sighed, it was a good place to recuperate.

On the left side of the cave, there was a stone bed. It could even allow for the circulation of air. It could also shield against wind and rain.

Hu Feng led everyone to a seat. He looked at the wound on the sword and pondered for a long time.

"Immortal Crane Top Red, Venomous Bee Tail Needle" Five poisons only need to touch one thing to take away the lives of ordinary people. Not to mention that the five poisons were mixed with the child's blood. Luckily, the book sword had been cultivating breathing and breathing since it was young, and its vitality was abundant. Among the eight extraordinary meridians, Ren, Du, and Chong Jiang. Yin Wei, Yang Wei, Yin Jiao, Yang Jiao. He had mastered it long ago. He noticed the anger.

Immediately, Hu Feng said to the sword, "Close your eyes and press your tongue against your palate. Use your Will to feel the Qi until it reaches the sandalwood point in your chest. "Let's see how it feels."

The book sword did as he was told, its tongue pressed against the palate. The small circle was connected, guiding the Qi through its will. At the middle point of Santonix, he felt that his Qi and blood were obstructing and he was unable to move forward. Once it stopped, the poisonous blood would flow backwards. Even breathing was useless.

Hu Feng shook his head.

The Blood Poison Palm was vicious. It hit an ordinary person. His internal organs were all destroyed. Poison blood attacked the heart. He would die in a short period of time. The book and sword were filled with inner strength, so there were no major problems. However, the blood poison had entered the blood vessels in his chest. Relying on the method of breathing and internal force, it was difficult to remove them.

"Big Beard Feng asked again." Kid, is the wound incomparably itchy? "

The sword gradually realized that the wound was indeed like the bite of a hundred bugs.

"That's great," Big Beard Feng sighed. That's right, whether or not there are any miraculous effects of the ninth stage of the Blood Poison Palm will become uncontrollable, and the poison will scatter in all directions like a hundred insects devouring the heart. "

The pain in the book sword intensified. Wen Zhu cried out in alarm, "Old man, this, what should we do? You must think of a way to save Big Brother."

Du Le also had a worried expression on his face as he looked at Hu Feng.

"Hu Feng muttered to himself for a while and slowly said to the little mudfish." "Kid, whether or not you can save your brother will depend on you."

"The little mudfish is puzzled." "Me?"

"Yes." Hu Feng smiled. "Yes, baby." "He pointed at the mountain spring entrance." Once again, you dug a deep hole of one meter and eight feet. If you dug it two feet square, one person would be enough. I want to extract the poison from the sword and treat my wounds here. "

The little Loach was overjoyed. Du Le laughed loudly. I'll help you. "

"Then what about me?" Wen Zhu called out from the side.

"" Hu Feng smiled again. "Little girl, there's no need for you here. You also have a mission, go to the valley and get two pheasants. In a while, cook a bowl of chicken soup for your big brother to strengthen his body."

"Well, thank you, old man," Wen Zhu said happily. I'll go right now. " He hurried over. Unexpectedly, something fell out of the bag with a clang. Wen Zhu turned around to look.

Shockingly, the throwing dagger that the Tang Sect's Third Sect Master had given him had landed on the ground.

Wen Zhu walked over and held it in his hand. Hu Zifeng glanced over and asked in a daze, "Tang San's throwing knife?" "He walked over and took it in his hand, examining it repeatedly." "Yes, it's Tang San's throwing knives." He was stunned for a long time as he looked at the crowd. "This flying dagger was gifted to me by the Tang Clan …"

At this moment, Shu Jian and Wen Zhu wanted to recount what had happened.

"Yes." Big Beard Feng smiled. A good home must have its own Yu Qing. "Shujian Mansion is kind and compassionate. Many people pleaded for mercy on his behalf, so this old man has no choice but to make an exception."

he continued. " When I was young, I was hunted down by people from the martial arts world. It was Tang Shan who saved my life. He smiled as he held the throwing knife. It looked like it was time for me to repay this debt.

"Haha, haha, so, little errand boy, I must cure your illness. "To live up to the kindness of the Tang clansmen in saving their lives."

The little loach and the Du Le Sword dug with their fingers, digging holes. The underground spring water flowed and the soil was moist. In less than four hours, the one Zhang deep pit was completed.

Big Beard Feng ordered the sword to take off its outer robes and stand in the hole. Then he let Du Le and the little loach go out of the cave to pick up firewood and fill a bucket with mountain spring water. A log was lit below. Not at all. The spring was scalding hot, and Beard Maple told them to pour the water into the pit.

The book sword instantly felt his four limbs tremble, and it felt extremely bloated. Blood slowly flowed out from his chest.

"The little loach cried out." Brother, how do you feel? "

"Oh?" Shu Jian opened his eyes. "Thank you, little loach. Much better."

Hu Feng smiled again.

"That's not enough. Mountain Spring can only speed up the flow of blood, so the venom cannot be extracted." He pointed to the side of the spring. It's a cold pond, and the soil inside has an endless poison effect. I'll trouble the two of you to put the mud into the spring, and then dig out a few feet around the hole to heat it up, and then follow the spring water out, and open up a cloud of smoke. That way, when we are outside the cave, we can ignite the mud on the cold pond, and the smoke will naturally seep out. It's a good thing that my sword is very powerful, so I'll need half a month to recover. "

This thousand-year cold pond mud had an unparalleled effect. After being heated, the cold pond mud would be mixed with mountain spring water. They would attack the area of the lesion. Dozens of times like this, combined with inner force cultivation method to adjust one's breathing. More than half a month. The poison blood would be drained out completely.

One must know that the ways of poison in nature are mutually counterproductive. Even some animals are unavoidably attacked by poisons, and they will follow nature and find a way to detoxify it. In this thousand year deep valley, the Frost Jade Pool of Clear Water. Without a doubt, this was a natural place for detoxification and healing.

The book sword gradually realized that the temperature of the cold pond and the mud had gradually increased. It felt like there were millions of little worms nibbling through his pores. It was as if a great force was pulling him from the inside to the outside. The pain from the wound on his chest gradually lessened. He closed his eyes and began to meditate. His body felt much more relaxed.

Wen Zhu brought back two pheasants and saw the smoke from outside the cave. He hurriedly entered the cave. He saw the book and sword standing in the pit with both hands clasped together, eyes closed in luck as he adjusted his breathing. His face was covered in sweat. However, there was a hint of redness in it.

"She cried out happily." "Big brother, big brother."

When she saw Hu Feng walk over, she raised the pheasant in her hand and said, "Old man, thank you, thank you …" For a moment, he didn't know what to say.

"Haha." Hu Feng laughed. "Little kid, make two dishes, make some chicken soup, and then make up a little bit for your big brother."

Wen Zhu happily carried the pheasant and ran out of the cave. Raise a tree branch next to the small loach's firewood, wash the pheasant and hang it over the tree fork for barbecue. The other pheasant began to boil the soup.

After a while. The fragrance of the pheasant wafted out.

Wen Zhu made a few more wild dishes. He spread out the tableware. He carried the pheasant over. They set up camp on the simple stone table in the cave.

After a while, she seemed to remember something.

He beckoned to the Sacred Hand Scholar Du Le as he spoke. "Uncle, uncle, wine, don't forget your wine …"

Du Le understood and beckoned to the little loach. The two entered the cave.

Du Le took the wine gourd from his waist and said, "Today was a happy day. Let's drink three cups." He then looked at Big Beard Feng, "For the book sword to be able to receive Godly Doctor Hu's treatment can also be considered a great fortune."

He then looked at the book sword in the hole, "Book sword, don't move for now. When your injuries recover, you must thank Godly Doctor Hu." "He paused for a moment, and then said to the little mudfish and Wen Zhu." We represent the sword, and toast to Divine Doctor Hu. "

The little loach happily said, "Okay, okay." Wen Zhu also raised his wine cup. Old man, this goblet of wine thanks you for saving my life. "

"Yes." Hu Feng waved his hand. "Little child, tell me the truth. If there weren't any red dots this time …" He realized he had misspoken. "" And there's also the Third Sect Master of the Tang Clan. If I didn't owe him a favor, I wouldn't have treated you. "

"You guys don't know, there are a lot of things going on once you enter the martial arts world, but after these past few days of contact, the little kid from the book sword, the little mudfish, and Zhu'er, all of you are young and bright. They really make me happy." "Okay, come on, let's toast."

The autumn wind outside the cave grew stronger.

The warmth in the cave was bright.

Du Le asked Hu Feng. Does Jian'er need another half a month to recover? "

"That's right. The Hall of Blood has already invaded the meridians and needs to rely on the cold slurry's repeated actions to disappear completely."

He turned around and looked at Du Le. "Frost and mud, mountain spring water." It was best if there was a kind of Grass of Immortality mixed in the muddy water. This Grass of Immortality had a natural curative effect. When blood was met, it would stagnate, and when poison was encountered, it would dissolve. "It's just that this grass has long since disappeared from the bottom of the valley."

"The Jaded Heart Valley is also very rare. Brother Du, I mean tomorrow you and the little mudfish will go to the valley to gather a few stalks of Grass of Immortality. How about Zhu'er keep the sword to take care of them?"

Du Le cupped his hands and looked at the little loach. No problem, leave it to us. Tomorrow morning we will go to the valley. Suddenly, he remembered the carriage that had been parked on the valley. and said to the little loach, "Our horse is still up there, and we're going to take a look at him."

"The little mudfish said." "Yeah, yeah …"

"Suddenly, the little loach heard the sound of the horses on the valley." "Not good, not good, it's the sound of our horses …"