Volume 2: Forbidden City, Jianghu and Imperial Court Chapter 12: Medicine House
The bamboo forest is dark, with sparse rain and strong wind.
More than a dozen figures climbed over the bamboo fence one after another, some stepped on the tip of the fence and flew out with swords.
Sword lights flashed one after another, and the Huashan Sect elder's left eye bled profusely. He cried out in pain, "Be careful of the flying needles!"
When an ordinary person suddenly loses one eye, it goes without saying that he will feel severe pain, and his body balance will also be greatly affected. However, the person who was injured was the Elder of Huashan after all.
After he lost one eye, he was still able to wield the sword in his hand as tightly as a comb, and many of the fine raindrops were swept away by his sword.
However, the woman in green, whose feet were not touching the ground, did not attack him at all. She gently spun the blood-red umbrella in her hand, and her slender and powerful toes tapped Suluqi's body. Her toes hooked on the quilt and arched up as if she woke up from a dream in the middle of the night, and her body suddenly bounced up.
With just a slight touch, she actually rose several feet from the ground, then covered a distance of more than twenty steps in one breath and floated over the bamboo fence.
The Huashan elder who was blind in one eye finally understood.
The woman just now must have used this kind of superb light skill to glide in the bamboo forest, touching the bamboo joints close to the roots with her toes to gain leverage. This is how she created the feeling of a ghost floating in the low sky, without her feet being stained with mud.
More than a dozen masters from various gangs were slashing with swords, and the rapid sounds of breaking through the air were intertwined in the rain. There were also people who were able to react in time and turn around to intercept.
Several people surrounded him with swords and knives, and chased after him.
The woman in the green skirt was in mid-air, and her body suddenly spun. Her skirt looked like a blooming lotus, and the hem of her long skirt spun perfectly.
There is a red umbrella swirling above and a green skirt spreading below.
The few people who were chasing couldn't tell whether they were above or below. Suddenly, a few cold stars shot out, but they flashed by in a flash and their heads and faces were all hit by flying needles.
A small flying needle can take a person's life instantly if it pierces the throat, penetrates the trachea, or penetrates halfway between the eyebrows.
Even though these people had received warnings from Elder Huashan, they were still unable to defend against the flying needles. The bodies that chased out had already stopped breathing before they even hit the ground.
The woman holding the umbrella stepped on the bodies that were about to fall to the ground. The bodies fell faster and her body also accelerated suddenly.
The umbrella was slightly tilted in the wind. The perfect angle did not increase the resistance of her body's forward movement, but made her glide more agile. She jumped directly over the entire vegetable and medicinal fields and came to the main house with the brightest lights.
The corridor and steps in front of the house are made of bamboo. Rainwater falls through the gaps between the bamboo, leaving only a bone-chilling chill.
The woman placed one of her slender white feet on the bamboo steps, with only the front half of her foot firmly planted. Her ankle sank down resiliently, then bounced forward again and reached the top of the bamboo steps.
At this time, all the people who had gathered to stop them were still outside the bamboo fence on the west side, and there was no time to get involved.
But just as the woman's body approached the door, several cold lightning-like rays of light shot out from the hole inside the house, tearing the entire bamboo door apart in an instant.
Those are two knives and one sword.
It turned out that there were three masters lying in ambush in the room. They were protecting Yi Wuqi closely. No matter how loud the noise outside was, they did not let them leave early. Now their protection finally worked.
The martial arts skills of these three people are even better than that of the elder of Huashan Sect.
Even though the woman's body suddenly flew backwards like a willow leaf, a strand of her black hair covering her forehead was still cut off by the sword wind, and the front of her green skirt was cut into a cross by the two sword energies, and her snow-white skin was faintly visible under the torn skirt.
"Peony Messenger, give me your life!"
"Death, witch."
"kill!!"
The three masters broke through the door and rushed into the rain. Raindrops hit the backs of their hands and faces, but were all shattered by the fierce forward force, splashing raindrops everywhere.
The Peony Messenger twisted the blood-red umbrella in his hand, and more than twenty flying needles as thin as cow hair shot out from the edge of the umbrella.
Ding, ding, dang, there was a chaotic sound of metal clashing. The swords of the three masters crossed each other and actually intercepted all of the twenty or so flying needles. Some of them shot into the soil, and some were reflected onto the pillars in front of the door.
There was a lantern hanging in front of the bamboo house, but a flying needle hit the wick and extinguished it immediately.
Because the lantern was extinguished, the light in front of the bamboo house suddenly became three points dimmer.
As the brightness of the light changed, everyone's eyes had just adjusted to the change when they heard three screams.
The three masters who had been so majestic and victorious just now all fell to the ground, holding their legs and feet and screaming .
You can vaguely see the trembling needle tails on their knees and ankles.
At that moment just now, three people were hit at the same time, the flying needles pierced into their bones, and they immediately lost the ability to move.
Although these three masters were inside the house just now, they were also observing the battle situation outside the house.
They had already figured out in their minds that this woman's hidden weapon was either launched from the unusual blood-red umbrella over there, or it was shot from her green skirt and bare hands.
But who would have thought that this woman's bare feet could actually shoot flying needles.
Where does the needle come from? How is it fired?
The answer to this question is no longer important because the facts are already before us.
At this moment, no one could stop this person who was suspected to be the Peony Messenger from killing the genius doctor Yi Wuqi and taking away the only hope of detoxifying the leaders of the major gangs.
The green-clad woman's feet finally stepped on the rain-soaked mud. She returned with her umbrella and walked through the door that no longer had any obstructions.
The masters in charge of guarding were running here desperately, but the nearest one of the three rooms was still at least twenty steps away.
At this time, Fang Yunhan was still looking at this place in the forest a hundred steps away.
A woman with black hair that reached her eyebrows had already entered the house.
There were several shouts from inside the room.
The extinguished lantern in front of the house staggered to the ground, rolled down the steps into the mud, and emitted a few wisps of green smoke.
A figure flew out of the house and crushed the lantern.
All the experts in charge of guarding were stunned where they were.
A tattered blood-red umbrella rolled out from the house and covered the figure.
A man walked out of the room, his hair tied into a bun with a black rope, no hairpin, he was neither tall nor short, his beard was neither long nor short, his cheeks were slightly thin, and he had thick eyebrows and big eyes.
He is the miracle doctor who cured Wuqi.
The miracle doctor is here, who is being beaten out?
The one-eyed Huashan elder walked in front, and with a sweep of the green steel sword in his hand, he opened the tattered blood-red umbrella, revealing a dead face with blood gushing from all seven orifices.
Her black hair that reached her eyebrows was disheveled, and there was a bright red palm print on her charming facial features, which completely destroyed her beauty, but her facial features were still clear.
It was the Peony Messenger who had just swept through everyone's defenses and rushed into the house with overwhelming force.
Everyone present suddenly woke up.
Yi Wuqi is the best doctor in the world. If he treats ordinary people, he only charges a corresponding amount of silver. But if he treats people in the martial arts world, he usually asks them to teach him a unique trick.
It is also said that this miracle doctor was once a lay disciple of Shaolin Temple.
He was already quite skilled in martial arts.
It’s just that because of the sufferings of the leaders of various gangs, and even the death of the leader of the martial arts world, people subconsciously think that Yi Wuqi’s martial arts skills cannot be higher than these people, and naturally he cannot survive the disaster alone.
Now it seems that perhaps this miracle doctor's martial arts skills are even better than those of the late martial arts leader Qiao Shangzhou.
The people present were suddenly excited.
They witnessed the real culprit of this great conspiracy being beaten to death, and it seemed that they were about to witness a great hero's reputation rise to a higher level.
When Doctor Wuqi casually glanced at the ferocious Peony Messenger, hurried down the stairs, helped the three masters to remove the needles and stop the bleeding despite the rain, and said those words with a warm smile to the people around him.
Everyone cheered for this miracle doctor and this hero.
He said: "Fortunately, I have succeeded in my mission and have developed the antidote."
At this moment, even if the rain was ten times heavier, it would not be able to extinguish these people's enthusiasm, gratitude, and even their respect for Yi Wuqi as a teacher.
In the woods a hundred steps away, Fang Yunhan was wearing a straw raincoat and a bamboo hat, as if he had merged into the entire bamboo forest. No one noticed his presence in the area surrounded by the bamboo fence.
About quarter of an hour later, the twenty masters from various major gangs, escorted Doctor Wuqi, and went to Luoyang City with the antidote he developed and the body of the Peony Messenger.
There should be no one at Yi Wuqi's residence.
Fang Yunhan then moved, crossed the fence and entered the house.
As soon as he entered the room, he saw that the house was in a mess. Many bottles and jars were broken, and there were many flying needles nailed to the cabinets and tables.
There were many wet footprints and a lot of mud on the ground. Those were the traces left when everyone rushed into the room just now.
Fang Yunhan walked around the room twice, observed carefully, and then pushed open the door to the next room.
This room is rather dry and small, and is filled with all kinds of medicinal herbs. As soon as you enter, you can smell a strong herbal smell.
The battle that just took place in another room obviously did not affect this side.
Fang Yunhan looked at the messy pile of herbs and suddenly laughed.
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Half an hour later, Fang Yunhan returned to Luoyang City and came to the Qusai Tavern.
Although it was dark, it was actually morning. Various breakfast shops had already brought out their signature dishes, and the aroma was in the air. Fang Yunhan bought two bags of fresh meat buns on the way, and when he arrived at the winery, he gave one bag to an old beggar who was leaning against the wall to avoid the rain.
The old beggar had a pale face and a big frame, but he looked like he had very little flesh on him, as if he was seriously ill. He was wearing a linen suit, and it was hard to see what he was wearing underneath.
He wolfed down the fresh meat buns and bowed to Fang Yunhan repeatedly, as if to thank the kind-hearted man, but Fang Yunhan heard another very low voice of an old man.
"Have you made any progress?"
Fang Yunhan bit his bun and did not answer, but asked a question.
"Would a miracle doctor just randomly pile up the already dried and processed medicinal materials without any sorting?"
