An Miaoxin deserves to be the heir of the family of divine doctors, and Feng Mu and others were stunned when they saw her perform the "Eight Methods of Divine Acupuncture" for Dr. Li's father and son.

According to legend, the "Eight Methods of Divine Needle" of the An family can make the king of Hades angry, because it has the ability to defy the heavens and save lives from the hands of death.

Originally, this was the secret of the An family, but An Miaoxin did not hide it and showed it in front of everyone. In fact, it doesn't hurt, because if you want to learn this magic needle method, you need to settle down with the assistance of your own internal strength, and you also need a mental formula.

Seeing this, the young Li Shizhen grew his mouth, and it didn't take long for his father and brother to vomit blood, and among those bloods, there was a worm half a foot long.

"I didn't expect to use so many medicinal materials to kill this worm, fortunately Sister An came to the rescue, otherwise my father and brother would have been more than lucky. ”

Li Shizhen said to An Miaoxin that his father and brother had just woken up, and they passed out because they were too weak. Li Shizhen, of course, hurriedly brought two bowls of rice porridge and fed them to his father and brother, and the two ate on their empty stomachs, and after a while, they recovered some vitality.

The two fell asleep, looking at the sleeping two, Feng Mu called Li Shizhen aside and said, "Dongbi, I have a medical book here, which was originally intended for your father, but I think you are more suitable to learn the above medical skills." ”

Feng Mu said, and found out from his arms that An Miaoxin had finished reading and returning to him the book "Ten Classics of Imperial Medicine", Li Shizhen took the book from his hand, and when he saw the title, he couldn't help but be moved, and exclaimed: "This pharmacopoeia is what my father has been looking for, where did you get it, Brother Feng?"

Feng Mu told Li Shizhen the general origin of this book, Li Shizhen's eyes showed a fine light, and then he was gloomy, and said with some loss: "Don't hide it from Brother Feng, my father doesn't want me to follow in his footsteps, he said that the eldest brother followed him to study medicine, inherit the ancestral business, and asked me to study hard, gain fame, and glorify my ancestors." ”

Hearing Li Shizhen's frustrated tone, Feng Mu was slightly stunned, and then understood that in ancient times, doctors were not respected, and it was the right way to gain fame and seek an official position. For the sake of his son's future, Dr. Li asked Li Shizhen to do this, of course, it is understandable.

However, if Li Shizhen really did what Dr. Li asked him to do, would there still be famous doctors in the future, and wouldn't there be no chance to write the "Compendium of Materia Medica"? Thinking of this, Feng Mu felt regretful, if Li Shizhen became an official of the imperial court, human medicine would suffer a huge loss.

Feng Mu looked at Li Shizhen seriously and said: "Dongbi, as long as you love medicine, you must go on firmly, you have also seen that there are so many incurable diseases in the world, even your father is helpless, so you need to eliminate people's pain." ”

Li Shizhen nodded, a little moved by Feng Mu's words, Feng Mu saw that he accepted his pharmacopoeia, and nodded with satisfaction. He knew that Li Shizhen still had a long way to go, but since this young man had the idea of helping the world to hang the pot, he would push the boat along the water, and the rest of the matter would depend on Li Shizhen's creation.

After leaving the Li family, Feng Mu and his party continued to hurry, there was still a distance from Wang Shouren's ancestral hometown of Yuyao, they did not rush at the same time, they just walked at a normal speed, but they were safe.

Coming to a small village a hundred miles away from Yuyao, Feng Mu and the others happened to encounter something terrifying. I saw that all the villagers in this village had disappeared, and there was no life at all. The tranquil surroundings are like being in the wilderness.

At this time, I suddenly saw a large number of Japanese samurai returning to the village with katana swords, and when I saw Feng Mu and the three of them, especially the two flower-like women beside Feng Mu, a lewd smile appeared on the faces of those Fusang ronin.

Feng Mu's pupils contracted, and he didn't have to think about it to know that these dozen Fusang ronins had already killed all the villagers, and then used this small village as his place of residence to do something that was intolerable.

More than a dozen Fusang ronins raised the long knives in their hands at the same time and attacked Feng Mu, in their opinion, this man from the Central Plains could be easily killed. After killing him, the two women fell into their hands and let them ****.

However, these evil-doer ronins were wrong, and when they raised the long knives in their hands, they saw Feng Mu suddenly use the power of his whole body, and his palms were pushed out, and a translucent fierce beast was formed in the air, which seemed to be a fierce tiger in the wilderness, roaring towards more than ten ronins.

Those people were shocked, the man who seemed to be vulnerable was so powerful, they wanted to escape, but it was too late, they were shocked by Feng Mu and shattered their internal organs, and at that time, the seven orifices were bleeding and fell to the ground and died. Feng Mu's face remained unchanged, but the two red faces beside him were already frightened.

"These Fuso warriors, who came to the Central Plains to burn and loot, are really not a pity to die, if you think my methods are cruel, I will accept it. ”

Feng Mu said calmly, and Hu Erya was the first to speak: "Brother Mu, what you did is right, it's just that I didn't expect your martial arts to be so good, and I haven't seen anyone kill so many people at once, so I'm a little uncomfortable." ”

An Miaoxin also nodded and said: "If you don't kill them, they will continue to do evil, and it will also be the unarmed people who suffer, so punishing evil and promoting good is what chivalry does." ”

Feng Mu didn't expect the two women to understand him like this, and he felt a little comforted in his heart. The three of them ignored the dead bodies on the ground, let them be devoured by wild dogs, and set out on the road to Yuyao again. But after they had walked for a few miles, a large group of men and horses suddenly caught up with them and surrounded them layer by layer.

Feng Mu looked at those Fusang ronins coldly, these people were holding sharp knives in their hands, and they were not good, but they did not attack immediately, as if they were waiting for some important person. Feng Mu looked at these people, he didn't have the confidence to defeat them all, if he was the only one, he could guarantee that he would be able to retreat with his whole body, but with two more women, he had to consider a foolproof strategy.

After a while, I saw four people carrying a bamboo chair, walking quickly, a person on the bamboo chair was sitting on a precarious seat, although blind, but the bearing was extraordinary. He was holding a famous knife in his hand, which was Fuso's famous knife "Weeping Moon", so even through the scabbard, he could feel a strong murderous aura.

But this person didn't have any breath revealed, Feng Mu didn't dare to be careless, this person's horror was different from the opponents he had met before, what was really powerful about him was that Feng Mu couldn't guess his strength at all.

I only heard this person say in an old tone: "Young man, I heard a report that you killed our Japanese samurai with strange methods, and as a result, my disciple told me that the techniques you used were very similar to the martial arts of one of my opponents, so I dared to ask, do you know Zhao Sanshui Zhao Jun?"

With great respect for Zhao Sanshui in his words, Feng Mu's heart sank, and he gasped in his mouth, when he was not prepared at all, he met the first master of Fusang and the sword saint of Dao Yi unexpectedly. Feeling the opponent's strong spirit, Feng Mu was almost breathless, but he couldn't retreat in this battle, and he had to win, because if he lost, the consequences would be unimaginable. (To be continued.) )