Wen Gu's eyes were dark, and his body flickered and moved quickly to avoid the opponent's sword shadow, and at the same time, the sword shining with cold light in his hand dodged the opponent's sword at a strange angle, and stabbed the assassin at the right time.

The Assassin, who felt the pain, did not retreat, but advanced, holding Wen Gu's sword with one hand, wanting to take this opportunity to assassinate Wen Gu with one blow.

I thought I had a chance to get nine out of ten things, but I missed the fact that I was able to do martial arts, which allowed him to avoid the key point.

But even if he escaped the vital point, he shouldn't have been, at this time, General Wen's grandson should have fallen to the ground, but he smeared the poison on the knife and sealed the blood in his throat.

Doesn't it mean that the general's grandson is physically weak and can't do martial arts? Where is this weak body and can't martial arts, and he won't fall behind in a duel with a master like him.

The assassin glanced at the masters who surrounded them in the middle, and the tip of his tongue against the roof of his jaw could not escape today, and in order to complete the task, he had to die to pull Wen down or he would be a dead word to go back.

For a moment, the assassin gripped Wen Gu's sword fiercely, blood dripping quickly from the sword, and the next moment he stabbed it with a backhand sword extremely quickly, if there was no extremely fast reaction at this speed, it was expected to be stabbed.

Will he succeed in his old age? The answer is definitely no.

As the Assassin grasped the sword, Wen realized that something was wrong, and the scabbard in his hand stopped the tip of the sword that was stabbing into his heart in a flash of lightning.

At the same time, the right foot was kicked, and the assassin kicked out, and at the same time, he didn't give the assassin a chance to react at all, so he raised his sword and jumped out with his left foot, seeing that the sword in his hand was about to stab the assassin's body, who expected that the assassin who was kicked turned around and fixed his body and blocked it back with his sword.

Looking at the assassin who was dodging past, Wen Gu's eyes were dark, and he was worthy of being a master with his reflexes and the tricky posture just now that he could make it in time.

Generally, the person who is kicked out is inertia, and can react very little at the first moment.

He didn't give the Assassin time to react, but he dodged him.

Immediately after that, the two of them were swords, each of them beckoned to each other fiercely, trying to keep each other.

Wen Gu knew in his heart that with his ability, he could fight with the assassin for a while, and if he wanted to keep this assassin, his level was not enough.

The reason why he didn't let Steward Xi and them deal with the assassin in the first place was that he wanted to avenge his sword, and second, he wanted to take this opportunity to hone himself.

I know in my heart that only between life and death can I better hone myself.

One didn't check the body and was hit by the other party's sword, of course, the other party didn't get a favor, and at the same time he also took a sword from him and was slapped out by him, and the two were separated for a moment.

At the same time, the steward Xi, who received the eyes of his master, instantly surrounded the assassin, and after a few moves, the already injured assassin was ambushed.

Immediately, Steward Xi removed the assassin's jaw and found a poison hidden in his back molars.

He tied the assassin tightly and put a cloth in his mouth.

When they were besieging the assassins, they had already taken out the antidote pill that Xiao Qi gave him from his arms and ate it, and at the same time took a hemostatic pill, and the two wounds on his body were still bleeding.

In fact, not long after he was injured, he noticed that the assassin's knife was smeared with poison, but the feeling of poison on his body was not too strong, and he didn't think it was too strong to use poison.

If the assassin knew what he thought, he would definitely grit his teeth and kill himself, this is not too strong poison, what poison is violent.

If Xiao Qi knew what he thought, he would definitely laugh twice.

If it weren't for the fact that he drank the space water, his body had a certain amount of anti-toxicity, and he died of poison as early as the first time, where could he still have time to entangle with the assassin for so long.

In a moment, the discomfort on Wen Gu's body disappeared, and he gently touched the medicine bag in his arms, showing a shallow smile in his eyes, but it disappeared in an instant.

Xiao Qi's medicine is really good, so you have to be careful when you use it.

"Master, are you alright? Doctor Du Fu is here, and the wounds on your body should be medicated and bandaged as soon as possible. Steward Xi's worried voice sounded in Wen Gu's ears.

Wen Gu nodded, and stopped Steward Xi when he turned to deal with the aftermath, "By the way, the knife in the assassin's hand has smeared poison, you should be careful." ”

As soon as he heard that it was poisonous, the expression on the face of Steward Xi, who was quite calm, instantly cracked, and he nervously stopped his steps and turned around to look at the master carefully, and found that in addition to the wounds on the master's body, his spirit was indeed very good, and it did not look like a sign of poison at all.

Where does he know? He had already taken the antidote just now, and the poison was resolved at this time.

Caring is chaotic, and Steward Xi completely forgot that there was an antidote pill on his master, "Master, do you have any discomfort?" Hurry up and let the government doctor take a look. As he spoke, he pulled the house doctor Du Tong and walked forward quickly.

Wen looked at the nervous Steward Xi, knowing that he hadn't made it clear, "Okay, Steward Xi, don't be nervous, the poison on my body has been resolved, you go and do your own work." ”

Hearing the master say that the poison had been cured, Steward Xi suddenly remembered that the master had the antidote pill given by the little seventh girl, so he let go of his tense heart and breathed a long sigh of relief.

It's okay, it's okay, it's okay, and I carefully observed the master, and found that there was really no problem with the master, so Steward Xi was relieved to deal with the aftermath, especially the assassin's knife should be put away well, so as not to injure his own people by mistake.

With the lighting of an oil lamp, the government doctor Du Tong and his entourage entered the carriage, carefully peeled off the clothes on the master's body, and when they took off the wound, they found that the blood had clotted but stuck to the skin along with the clothes.

"Master, bear with it, it will hurt a little for a while." Doctor Lu looked at the clothes stuck to his skin and frowned.

Wen Su glanced at his shoulders and the wound on his chest, and said indifferently: "It's okay, you can do it."

Dr. Du first soaked the wound with water, and then carefully peeled off the clothes from the wound.

At this point, Wen Gu's fair upper body was exposed, and the two knife edges on his body were hideously exposed.

The wound on the shoulder looks fine, the half-finger-long knife wound, at this time the blood has coagulated, and the tendons and veins have not been injured, the problem is not big, and the wound will heal in a few days.

On the other hand, a wound on the chest looks the most terrifying, the knife is about the length of the palm of the hand, and the muscles of the bloody srirca are rolled out, and the wound is not light, and the wound will heal very slowly without stitching.

Du Tong quickly sprayed hemp on the wound, and after the medicine dissipated, he quickly sutured it with a needle and thread.

Although he is the exclusive doctor of the past, he is also the doctor of the general's mansion, and he has long been familiar with things such as dealing with some sword wounds.

For Dr. Du, when he followed the general many years ago, it was a common thing to do, after all, the general's office was full of rough people, and when he was fine, he would make a few strokes, and injuries were commonplace for them.

It can be said that his suturing skills are no different from sewing clothes, and his hand speed is very fast.

The palm-long wound is half a cup of tea, and the Du Fu doctor completed it, and the wound was neatly stitched together with threads, and the thread was naturally the sheep intestine that had been passed down for hundreds of years in the Great Sang Kingdom.

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