The night breeze is cool, and the autumn frost is condensed. Lu Hanshu, ancient sword fairy qin.

Blowing Zhang Ziyu and dancing butterflies on the eaves, "Now, the merits are complete, and you don't have to worry about it." Zhang Ziyu listened to the story of the dancing butterfly and said with relief.

"Hehe, it's too early. Do you know that the Sword Qi Index of the Chengying Sword is only 7. In the time and space where the strong are respected, the masters are like clouds, and that is far from enough. "Dancing Butterfly used to be in Tianji Peak, and the Venerable Tianji gave him the number of weapon paths.

She also knows a little about swordsmanship and sword qi. Especially the famous sword, I know a lot.

Famous sword, the general name of many famous swords in the long history, but based on the ten famous swords of ancient times. And if you want to open the mystery of the famous sword, you can only continue to cultivate the sword and break through the sword qi index.

Chengying Sword, Elegant Sword, Sword Qi Index 7.

Pure Jun Sword, Peerless Sword, Sword Qi Index 7.5.

Fish intestine sword, brave sword, sword qi index 8.

Cadre Mo Evil Sword, the sword of love, the sword qi index is 8.5.

The Seven-Star Dragon Yuan Sword, the Sword of Noble Purity, has a sword qi index of 8.8.

Tai'a Sword, the sword of might, has a sword qi index of 9.3.

Chixiao Sword, the sword of the emperor, has a sword qi index of 9.7.

Zhanlu Sword, the Sword of Benevolence, has a sword qi index of 10.

Xuanyuan Xia Yu Sword, the sword of the Holy Dao, the sword qi index is infinite.

Zhang Ziyu nodded silently, Xuanyuan Xia Yu's sword qi index is infinite, which is too tempting. The dream of the previous life: the sword world, a pot of wine, a green shirt, happy enmity, what a leisurely life!

Now that his dream has come true, he has wondered if this is a dream? Will he be inadvertently woken up by the "fat woman" supervisor? It is shameful to stifle other people's dreams, and waking others up from dreams is tantamount to chronic suicide.

The world, the three thousand laws.

Zhang Ziyu has liked swords since he was a child, and he is a beautiful woman with a good heart. The three-foot green edge breaks into the world, and the sunset provokes beauty.

The next day, the sun rose in the east, and the Heavenly Mandate Medical Center woke up from the night, like last night's dream, and they all woke up.

"Childe, is the clinic still open today?" Wu Tong went to ask Yuan Shumu early, "There are already a lot of people gathered outside the door......

Yuan Shumu held an ancient scroll with a somewhat broken title page, concentrated, wandering in the sea of books, heard Wu Tong's question, raised his head, and muttered: "We have been absorbed into a strange time and space, my spiritual power has been lost, although the medical skills have not been affected, but the diagnosis and treatment of the pulse have been deeply affected, from today onwards, the diagnosis and treatment will be temporarily refused." ”

"Yes, Childe, I'll go and break them up. "Wu Tong has been following Yuan Shumu for many years, and thanks to Yuan Shumu's elixir, he has also obtained an immortal body.

For Yuan Shumu's thoughts, even if Yuan Shumu has a look, he can understand one or two.

Once, no matter what unpleasant things happened to Yuan Shumu, he had never been seen refusing to go to the doctor. Because the most sacred vocation of a healer is to save the dead and help the wounded. If you don't go to the clinic, it is a violation of medical ethics.

This time, Childe is afraid that what he has encountered is unprecedented. Of course, more or less, he also knew a lot about the Demon Refining Pot being opened, and the Desire Realm was absorbed into the strange time and space.

Since it was Yuan Shumu who opened his mouth, he had no choice but to walk out of the door of the Heavenly Mandate Medical Hall and dismiss those people who were waiting for treatment.

"Crunch!"

The closed door of the Heavenly Mandate Medical Hall opened, and Wu Tong's fat body appeared outside the door waiting for the anxious people, and the originally boiling scene instantly became silent.

Only a few whispers that seemed to come from beneath the ground, babbling.

"Doctor Yuan is out, he must have cured our disease!"

"Yes, Dr. Yuan is still alive, and he has a way to control this plague. ”

"I only hope that this time the living Bodhisattva Doctor Yuan can help!"

......

Wu Tong swept the circle, only to see that on the field outside the door of the Heavenly Mandate Medical Hall, all kinds of sick and dying people were placed horizontally and vertically. And these patients lying on stretchers, without exception, have black eye sockets and red noses. There are some sores on the hands and feet, and even some are purulent and erosive.

Shrewdly Wu Tong, his eyes sunken deep in the sockets, blinked a few times, and muttered in his heart: "This...... What's going on? Is there a plague?"

However, Childe has already ordered and refused to be treated today. He definitely didn't dare to disobey Yuan Shumu's order, his eyebrows sank slightly, coughed a few times, and shouted: "Fellow villagers, the son is not feeling well, and he refuses to see a doctor today." ”

With that, he turned and walked back into the house.

As soon as the words fell, there was an uproar again.

"Doctor Yuan is sick, he can't be sick, we are waiting for him to cure our plague!"

"That is, without Dr. Yuan, we would be dead. ”

"You let Dr. Yuan come out, he won't die without help!"

......

Gossip and noisy outside the door. Wu Tong had no choice but to turn around and prepare to enter the house and ignore it.

One of the big men stepped forward, his thick hand grabbed the door frame, his deep voice and gloomy gaze scolded Wu Tong: "Dead fatty, are you not saved when you see death?"

Wu Tong's heart trembled, and he took two steps back, his body of fat was no longer of any use except for fat. His head is relatively easy to use, but this big man suddenly came out, and he was a little unguardable.

After hesitating for a while, he swallowed his saliva, looked at the big man, and grinned: "Black Tiger, what are you doing?"

The big man is called Black Tiger, and he is a well-known ranger in the area of the Heavenly Mandate Medical Hall. The so-called rangers, on weekdays, hoe the strong and help the weak, fight unevenly, but there is no legitimate business. Because he went in and out of the township, he was deeply loved by the people.

Once the people are subjected to something that cannot be settled, the rangers play a role in sending charcoal in the snow. For example, this time the township suffered a "plague" in the eyes of the people.

Within a radius of ten miles, only the Heavenly Mandate Medical Center can provide medical treatment. And such a plague, in just one night, has been a relatively strict infection.

Therefore, early this morning, the people of the township came in droves to seek medical treatment.

"Dead fatty, you are blind! Don't you see that your father, old and fellow villagers have all suffered from the plague, waiting for Dr. Yuan's treatment?" the black tiger glared at Wu Tong viciously.

"My son-in-law is in poor health, so he won......'t go to the clinic today," Wu Tong had no choice but to repeat.

The black tiger clenched his fist and pointed at Wu Tong, "Don't talk nonsense, Doctor Yuan won't get sick sooner or later, but he is sick at this juncture, you get out of the way, I'll go in and find him to theorize." ”

Seeing the situation, Wu Tong dominated the door, refusing to let him live or die, his pupils dilated, and his eyes stared at the black tiger.

"Hey, dead fat man, are you itching to find a pump?" the black tiger smashed Wu Tong's cheek with a punch, "Get out of the way of me!"

As he spoke, he was pulling and dragging Wu Tong again, trying to twist his fat body out.

However, Wu Tong was full of flesh, which could be said to be of wonderful use at this time. Although the black tiger is infinitely powerful, it is really not easy to push the fat Wu Tong away.

The two of them scuffled, arguing while wrestling, "You want to go in unless you step on my corpse!"

"Hmph, dead fatty, Lao Tzu won't tear you apart today, I'm a black tiger and won't be a human being!" Both of them were fighting with brute force.

"Stop!" With a loud shout, Yuan Shumu walked out of the house quickly, with a white face and a slightly gloomy look in his eyes, "Wu Tong, what is this for?"

Wu Tong and Heihu let go of their hands, stunned, and looked at Yuan Shumu.

Then, Zhang Ziyu and Wudie walked out closely, and saw that outside the Heavenly Mandate Medical Hall, there was a dark atmosphere, and Wudie frowned, flashed, and took the lead among the people.

She cautiously bent down and reached out to the patients lying on the stretcher, and she couldn't help but lose her face.

Zhang Ziyu followed behind Wudie, saw her ugly face, knew that the situation was not good, and hurriedly asked, "Wudie, what's wrong?"

Yuan Shumu had already bent down to check the patient's condition, and without waiting for Wudie to speak, he had already said solemnly: "This is not a plague, it must not be a plague!"

The dancing butterfly said "um", almost squeezing out three words "demon sacrifice" from between her teeth, Zhang Ziyu was in a fog, and he didn't really understand what it meant to be called "demon sacrifice".

"That's right, Demon Sacrifice!" Yuan Shumu said with certainty, "Demon Sacrifice is a kind of Gu poison, the patient's pupils are pitch black, the nose is red, and the hands and feet begin to appear mildly erosive, and then the whole body ulcers. Once it spreads to the point that the whole body is ulcerated, the whole body will burst and die!"

"The soul of the dead is sacrificed to demons, so it is called 'demon sacrifice'. This is the best of Gu poisons, it has been lost for more than a thousand years, but I didn't expect that in the strange time and space, there was actually this kind of vicious Gu poison remaining. Wudie took Yuan Shumu's words and stated further.

"In this way, this demon sacrifice is specially designed to ingest people's souls?" Zhang Ziyu felt a pang in his heart, for such a vicious Gu poison, it was indeed outrageous.

For thousands of years, the people have been innocent in the pursuit of fame and fortune. But it is always the one who suffers the most.

"Demon sacrifice, dementor spirit, gathering evil spirits, proud nine heavens!" said Dancing Butterfly, "This kind of evil Gu poison, in a strange time and space, can make me think of only one ......"

"Immortal in the pot?" Zhang Ziyu said suspiciously.

Dancing Butterfly nodded, "Terran Xuanyuan Clan, defeat the Immortal in the Pot and seal it in the Demon Refining Pot." Trapping the immortal in the pot in his own weapon is far more cruel than snatching the opponent's weapon and then piercing the heart with an arrow. For thousands of years, the resentment in the hearts of the immortals in the pot will skyrocket!"

"Do you mean to say that the Demon Sacrifice is a spell used by the Immortals in the Pot to control strange time and space?" Zhang Ziyu asked.

Yuan Shumu interjected: "Whether it is or not, at least it shows that the immortal in the pot has already begun to take action." As soon as it makes a move, it is the most vicious 'demon sacrifice'. We really don't know how to fight the Immortal in the pot next!"

"There must be a road before the car reaches the mountain, and the soldiers will block the water and cover the earth! We will see the move, senior, you see, can this Gu poison be cured with medicine?" Zhang Ziyu has always been optimistic and open-minded, and despite facing such a tricky matter, he was able to maintain enough calm and composure.

In fact, the best thing to do is to be calm, keep a clear head, and deal with it while it happens.