The fiasco of extinction reminded Hu Qingniu of what Prospect Zhou had said a few days ago.

On that day, Jingzhou said that he would avenge his sister, and if he met Xian Yutong, he would kill this despicable villain and send him his head.

At that time, he thought that the kid's newborn calf was not afraid of tigers, and he didn't know the height of the sky, so he deducted wild words.

Who is Xian Yutong, the head of Huashan!

How can you say that you can kill if you kill!

Not to mention the high kung fu, and the power behind him is extraordinary, if it weren't for this, he would have killed Xian Yutong to avenge his sister.

Now, even the extinction was beaten by Jing Zhou to vomit blood, which made Hu Qingniu see the hope of revenge.

Xian Yutong is powerful, but compared with extinction, it is not a little bit worse.

Looking at the back of the gun-wielding figure in front of him, Hu Qingniu's mind became active again.

"Hmph, if you want to kill or chop, whatever you want!" Extermination loses people without losing momentum, and the gaze of Shangjingzhou does not retreat at all.

As for the others, they were just a group of clowns who jumped off the beam, and they didn't even look at it, even if Monk Peng mocked her, she ignored it.

"Please also ask the son to let the teacher go."

Ji Xiaofu knelt down towards Jingzhou with a "poof".

Although she was going to kill her before, seeing that her master was about to be killed, she felt extremely uncomfortable, and immediately knelt down and begged Jingzhou for mercy.

Monk Peng saw Ji Xiaofu pleading, and hurriedly said: "Son, don't be, you can't have the kindness of a woman, this old thief, you are ruthless, let her leave this time, maybe she will be redoubled in revenge in the future." ”

Ji Xiaofu just cried even more and kowtowed vigorously.

"You get up first, Miss Ji", Jing Zhou said as he helped Ji Xiaofu up.

He didn't have the intention of killing and exterminating, although this old nun was not very good-natured, but he spared no effort in resisting the Yuan, and Jingzhou also counted on the Emei faction to stir up the situation in the Bashu region and draw some of the Yuan Ting's anger.

"Extermination, although you are unreasonable, and the disciples under you have no character, but for the sake of your Emei faction to resist the Yuan, today I took the Yitian Sword, and I will no longer pursue it, even if this matter is over, you can go."

Hearing Jing Zhou's words, the disciples behind the extinction breathed a sigh of relief, this life and death were gone, and the clothes behind them were soaked.

If someone were behind them, they would be able to see the looming curves.

"Master", the two of them shook their extinct arms, and the meaning couldn't be more obvious.

"Alas!"

After a long extermination, he sighed, and suddenly seemed to be more than ten years old.

She knows that she can't do anything, if she is reckless, she will die here today, it doesn't matter if she dies, but the Emei faction can't break the inheritance, otherwise she will be a sinner for the ages.

Thinking of the little girl sent by Zhang Sanfeng, she felt a little better in her heart.

Zhiruo's qualifications are extraordinary, as long as she cultivates her with all her strength for a few years, the Emei faction may be able to reproduce its glory in Zhiruo's hands.

This is a good seedling, and because of this, extinction sees hope.

Moreover, the secret of this Heavenly Sword Dragon Slayer has not yet been passed down, and if he dies, then no one will know this secret anymore.

"Let's go!"

Glaring at Ding Minjun coldly, he looked at the Heavenly Sword in Jing Zhou's hand again, and withdrew with a group of disciples.

After the exterminator retreated, Jing Zhou was not in a hurry to leave, he remembered that if there was no deviation, Mother-in-law Jinhua should also come to make trouble.

Back then, Jinhua's mother-in-law begged Hu Qingniu to help her husband Mr. Yinye treat cold poison, but Hu Qingniu refused because Yinye was not a member of the Ming Sect.

Not long after Hu Qingniu refused treatment, her husband, Mr. Yinye, could not suppress the cold poison and died. After Mr. Yinye's death, Jinhua's mother-in-law transferred her husband's death to Hu Qingniu.

This Hu Qingniu is a reincarnation Hua Tuo, and his usefulness is not small, and it is reasonable, Jingzhou wants to save his life.

"Let's go, let's go back, cook what should be cooked, heal the wounds that should be healed, anyway, Childe's stomach is a little hungry."

Ji Xiaofu covered her mouth and smiled, she didn't expect that the person in front of her still had this side, she hugged Yang Buregret and walked towards the kitchen.

Today made her walk between life and death, and at this time, the extinction receded, and her hanging heart finally fell.

Jing Zhou straddled the Yitian Sword on his waist, walked to Hu Qingniu's side and said, "Hu Qingniu, if a person's face has been wounded by a sword and left a scar, how should it be treated?" ”

If it was before, Hu Qingniu would definitely have to brush his sleeves away and ignore the kid in front of him.

But after seeing the kung fu of the person in front of him, he felt that there seemed to be a lot of hope for avenging his sister, and immediately pondered it, constantly thinking about the medical skills he had seen before.

After pondering for a moment, Hu Qingniu said slowly: "Although this scar is troublesome to treat, it is not untreatable. Inside, it is mainly to invigorate qi and blood, dissolve blood stasis and disperse knots, supplemented by acupuncture and moxibustion, and then apply ointment to dissolve blood stasis and build muscles, which will be effective in less than half a month. ”

But whoever walks the rivers and lakes, who doesn't have a few scars on his body?

But Hu Qingniu has never treated this disease.

Without him, the scar is not a fatal injury, and besides, even if it is cured, who can guarantee that he will not be injured again in the future? Even the female disciples of the Emei faction have a lot of scars on their bodies, but no one has thought about treating them.

Although this disease is a little troublesome, it is not difficult for Hu Qingniu.

Jing Zhou frowned and said, "According to what you said, isn't it easy to eliminate scars?" ”

Hu Qingniu nodded, and shook his head again: "Yes or no, the face is different from the skin of other parts of the human body, and it is extremely immature, so there are still some tricks to treat." The most important step is to prepare an ointment to remove stasis and muscles. However, it is not easy to configure this medicine, and the two flavors of medicinal materials are even more difficult to find. ”

"If you change these two flavors, although the medicine prepared is also effective, the effect is much worse. Could it be that someone around Shaoxia has been injured and left with a scar and wants to be treated? ”

Jing Zhou shook his head and smiled: "It's not, it's just a whim, so I asked casually." ”

Hu Qingniu's face trembled, and he knew that this kid was uneasy and kind, if he wasn't sick, you asked a fart!

Wouldn't it be a pity that his time as a doctor wasted on such!

With a cold snort, Hu Qingniu brushed his sleeves away, not wanting to talk to the person in front of him again.

If you have that time, it's better to think about how to treat the Xuanming Divine Palm.

"Hey, this old man, his temper is not small!"

Monk Peng laughed and said: "Hahaha, benefactors, people who study medicine, most of them have a strange temper. ”

Jing Zhou nodded and responded: "That's right, not only is it a big temper, but there are also a lot of rules." ”

Whether it is Ping Yizhi, who kills one person and saves another, or Hu Qingniu, who only treats people in the Ming Sect, they are all extremely strange and elusive.

"It is difficult for a doctor to heal himself, and sometimes a miracle doctor has more troubles, which is understandable." Monk Peng smiled, and for a while he looked a little superior.

"Monk didn't think I would blame Hu Qingniu?" Jing You glanced at Monk Peng, and said, "It will take a while for Miss Ji to cook, let's go, monk, let's go to the next game." ”

Careful thinking was broken, Monk Peng was not embarrassed, patted his stomach, and smiled.

"The monk has this intention, and playing chess with his benefactor is really a great joy in life!"

When he played chess with Jingzhou before, he talked a lot about the general trend of the world, and Monk Peng benefited a lot, and the situation against Yuan became a little clearer...