Chapter 46: Cure Death, Not Life

  Ximen Yijian's sword dance was disrupted by a single sword, and the impact on Ximen Yijian was tremendous. As the self-proclaimed number one swordsman of his family, no one among his peers could match him. However, when he encountered a sword that lacked true energy, he found himself unable to counterattack, which made Ximen Yijian extremely hard to accept.

  The Ximen family also had a set of swordsmanship, which was used for life and death battles. Perhaps it could withstand the sword dance's one sword, but this was a test, so Ximen Yijian could only reluctantly admit defeat.

  From then on, Xi Men became even more taciturn, immersing himself in his swordsmanship every day.

  Sometimes I see sword dance practicing sword, but every time I see sword dance dancing sword, it's a very frustrated look.

  They walked along the official road, so, Yao Jiao and his group were very lucky, not encountering a single bandit on the way, which made Zi Huaiyu extremely unhappy.

  In this way, the dry carriage journey, in just one month's time, and a few more days, they will arrive at the Temple of Great Sorrow. During this period, Jian Wu was also extremely excited, and he didn't know when it started, but Jian Wu had developed absolute trust in Yao Jiao, even if others thought it was impossible, Jian Wu believed that this time, Master would definitely help him obtain the Easy Tendon Technique.

  On this day, everyone arrived at a large town.

  In the town, they found the largest tavern and everyone got down from their carriages and walked in.

  No matter how large the wine house is, it's just in the town, and can't be compared with those in the capital. Although it's spacious, there's only one floor.

  Everyone ordered the waiter to move two tables together and sat down to order dishes.

  In the wine house, there were several tables of people, each table had a few people, mostly some traveling merchants who passed by and were chatting happily.

  There is only one person at this table now.

  A man in his late 40s or early 50s, extremely thin, was holding a wine bowl and savoring it carefully. There were several dishes on the table, but he didn't eat much.

  On his desk, a bamboo pole with a white cloth hanging from it.

  On the white sheet of paper were written five big words: "Treat death, not life".

  Quack doctor?

  The weirdo gazed at the person drinking alone, but if he was a quack doctor, what did those words mean? Did they mean "treat death, not life"?

  The Second Master Cangshan and others also saw the doctor drinking alone, but no one said much or paid attention to it. There are too many strange people in the world, who can know everything? Besides, they had just finished lunch and were about to hit the road again.

  Very soon, the wine and dishes were served on the demon horn table.

  At this time, Jianwu also took off her veil. It didn't matter that Jianwu took off her veil, but as soon as she did, the entire wine tower fell silent, except for the people at the table with Ya Jiao. Everyone else stopped eating and stared at Jianwu together.

  It's too beautiful. At this moment, everyone stared at the sword dance, and the Jianghu Langzhong also felt the strange atmosphere in the wine building, following the gaze of the crowd, looking at the sword dance.

  Lang Zhong took a glance and was also taken aback for a moment, but he quickly suppressed the surprise in his heart and turned back to continue drinking.

  Sword dance while eating is also a beautiful painting.

  Everyone stared at him tightly, making Yaoguang think constantly in his heart, is it a loss to let these people see the sword dance and eat?

  Jian Wu ate very little and soon got full, then immediately covered her face again. It was only then that the crowd began to eat with a hint of regret, but their eyes would occasionally glance at the table where Yao Jiao sat.

  Fortunately, the town's public security is still good, and there have been no vicious incidents of hooligans robbing women.

  "Doctor, please save my father! Doctor, doctor, I'm begging you on my knees, please save my father!" Just as everyone was finishing their meal, a sudden wailing cry came from outside.

  Everyone settled the bill and slowly walked out.

  Across from the wine shop was a pharmacy, where a filial son-like man was constantly kowtowing to an old doctor standing at the entrance.

  Several people beside him were carrying a large board, on which lay a man of about forty years old, apparently the father of the filial son, an unconscious patient.

  However, the patient's body was extremely terrifying. The demon saw that his entire face and hands, wherever the skin was exposed, seemed to have been corroded by strong acid, extremely terrifying and disgusting. His clothes also seemed to have been eroded by strong acid. The whole person had clearly been destroyed, leaving only a faint breath of life.

  "It's not that I don't want to save him, it's just... how do I save him?" The old doctor was also at a loss, clearly, how did this person suddenly become like this?

  "Doctor, I'm begging you, he's my only father. I'll kowtow to you." The filial son continuously knocked his head on the ground.

  The doctor grasped the filial son's arm and said, "Who doesn't have only one father? I know you're being filial, but I really can't save him. Not just me, with a situation like this, who in the world can save him? Go back and prepare for the worst."

  "Let him down, I'll take a look." A faint voice suddenly came from behind the demon's horn.

  Everyone followed the sound and looked over, but it was the doctor who had been drinking in the wine building just now?

  The old doctor grasped his sign that read "Treats death but not life" and slowly walked into the crowd.

  Upon hearing the doctor's words, the filial son was like grasping a lifesaving straw and quickly turned around to kneel before the doctor. The several people holding the door plank also quickly put down the dying person.

  The patient's condition was clearly hopeless, but this quack doctor actually wanted to try and cure him, which suddenly sparked the interest of the onlookers, who all quietly watched together.

  As for the demon horned tribe, they also stopped and took a good look, after all, the Great Compassion Temple was near, and they didn't care about this little bit of time.

  "Take this." The doctor handed over the sign that read "Treat death, not life" to one of the men who had carried the door board earlier.

  That person immediately took over. Lang Zhong also slowly squatted down.

  The doctor first grasped the patient's left hand and began feeling his pulse.

  Twenty seconds later, the doctor used his hand to flip through the patient's eyes and grabbed the patient's chin, prying open their mouth to examine the situation inside.

  "Doctor, doctor, you must save my father!" The filial son said to the physician after he had taken his pulse.

  "Less nonsense, don't disturb me." Lang Zhong said immediately.

  "Yes, yes." Filial son nodded immediately.

  At this time, Lang Zhong suddenly took out a small cloth package from his bosom and unfolded it under the bewildered gaze of everyone. After unfolding it, everyone was shocked.

  Needles, gold needles, silver needles, wooden needles, crystal needles, no less than a thousand fine and slender needles of varying lengths are inserted into this bundle of cloth at this moment.

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