Jingzhou snorted coldly, picked up his sword, and under the leader's fearful eyes, took his life with one sword blow.
Not to mention the generals of the Yuan army, even the son of Emperor Yuan, he would kill him without fail!
Jing Zhou's movement was extremely fast, his sword flashed brightly, and in the blink of an eye, he killed the remaining monk.
"you you..."
The silent killing made the remaining people so terrified that they were trembling and speechless.
Originally, these people thought that capturing Chang Yuchun was a good job, but now they all wished they could get a pair of wings and escape from this terrifying place.
"Ghost!"
"Don't kill me! I..."
Several Yuan soldiers shouted a few times, randomly divided into several groups, threw away their swords, jumped into the river, and fled outside.
After killing all the Yuan soldiers on the boat, Jingzhou picked up a bow from the boat, picked up a few feather arrows, pulled the bow to the full moon, and shot several arrows in a row to kill all the Yuan soldiers who jumped into the river.
By the time Zhang Sanfeng rushed over with Zhang Wuji in his arms, the boat and the river were already blood red.
"I always encounter spring, and I would like to thank my benefactor."
The big man with the beard from before had a pale face and dragged his body covered in blood. He endured the pain and knelt down in front of Jingzhou, and kowtowed three times with "bang bang bang".
"A strong man does not need to be polite. Anyone who sees Tatars killing people will not sit back and do nothing even if they think about it." Seeing the resolute man in front of him, Jing Zhou nodded and helped him up.
"You man is seriously injured. Take this pill. These Tartars deserve to die!" At this time, Zhang Sanfeng, who came over, took out a medicine bottle from his arms, took out the pills, and handed them to Chang Yuchun. .
"Thank you, Taoist Priest. What is the name of Taoist Priest? In which Taoist temple did you become a monk?"
Before Zhang Sanfeng could answer, Jing Zhou said with a smile: "This must be Master Zhang from Wudang Mountain."
Zhang Sanfeng was deeply impressed by Jing Zhou's words before, so he naturally had a good impression of the young man in front of him.
"That's right, the old master is Zhang Sanfeng."
Hearing Zhang Sanfeng's words, Chang Yuchun bowed again, and then said: "It turns out to be Master Zhang from Wudang Mountain, who has met the old immortal."
Zhang Sanfeng is a legend in the martial arts world. He usually stays on Wudang Mountain and is never seen by ordinary people.
Chang Yuchun was extremely shocked to meet this legendary figure here today.
Jingzhou had long known that this old Taoist was Zhang Sanfeng. Now that he was standing closer, when he looked at this old Taoist, he felt as if he was an ordinary old man.
Before, Jingzhou was not sure what state Zhang Sanfeng was in, but now he could see that this veteran had already half-stepped the threshold of innateness.
"I wonder what happened when Master Zhang came down the mountain?"
Hearing Jing Zhou's words, Zhang Sanfeng frowned, thought for a moment and said slowly: "Lao Dao, my disciple, was slapped by the two elders Xuan Ming. Let's go down the mountain this time to see if we can find a way to treat him. I pity Wuji. Child." After saying this, Zhang Sanfeng touched Zhang Wuji's head and sighed.
"Master, I am not afraid of suffering, please don't feel uncomfortable."
Although Zhang Wuji was young, he was also sensible. Seeing that Zhang Sanfeng was depressed, he offered words of comfort. He knew that he had been poisoned by cold and would not have long to live. Besides, his parents were gone. At this time, he didn't feel anything about death. It was just that seeing Zhang Sanfeng in pain made him feel uncomfortable.
After hearing Zhang Sanfeng's words, Jingzhou asked again: "Master Zhang, with your profound skills, can't you resolve this palm poison?"
He was knowingly knowing the adviser, thinking that this was the only way to elicit Chang Yuchun's words, and then he had a reason to take Zhang Wuji to Butterfly Valley.
Zhang Sanfeng shook his head, looking a little lonely.
Although his Pure Yang Wuji Kung Fu was good, it lacked a bit of Yang. Moreover, the cold poison in Zhang Wuji's body had already penetrated deeply into his heart. Even with his nearly hundred years of internal strength, he could only temporarily suppress the cold poison.
Throughout his life, he had been open-minded and had nothing on his mind, but the one he still couldn't let go of was his disciple.
Chang Yuchun said: "Master Zhang, I'm going to find a miraculous doctor to heal my injury. Why don't we go together? Maybe this little brother's injury can be cured."
Zhang Sanfeng shook his head and said: "His cold poison has spread to his lungs and can be cured by unusual drugs, I'm afraid..."
"My uncle has the ability to bring the dead back to life. He is known as the Butterfly Doctor. I guess he has some tricks."
Hearing Chang Yuchun's words, Zhang Sanfeng hesitated: "Although Hu Qingniu has excellent medical skills, he is a member of the Demon Cult and has always been despised by martial arts people. What's more, he has a weird temper. If someone from the Demon Cult seeks treatment from him, He takes no money, but if someone from outside the church begs him, even if it is ten thousand taels of gold, he will not care."
Seeing Zhang Sanfeng frowning and thinking deeply, Jingzhou guessed what he was thinking and said, "Master Zhang, can you let me try it first? I have practiced a fingering technique that has a miraculous effect on healing wounds."
"Could it be a Yang Finger?" Zhang Sanfeng hesitated for a moment before revealing his guess.
"Exactly, I just don't know if I can cure my little brother's disease with these efforts. I think even if it can't be cured, it can still alleviate the condition."
"I didn't expect that there are still people in the world who know this kind of kung fu, so I'm going to trouble you young hero." Knowing that the young man in front of him knew how to point his finger, Zhang Sanfeng had a smile on his face.
Jing Zhou used his yang finger to point at several of Zhang Wuji's large acupuncture points, channeling a bit of internal energy into it.
This trace of internal energy was like the winter sun, warm and comfortable, and Zhang Wuji couldn't help but moan.
After a period of time, Jing Zhou finished his work and said: "With my current skills, I cannot eradicate this cold poison, but if I use that miracle doctor's medicine, I might be able to cure it."
He knew the Nine Yang Manual, but he didn't want to simply help Zhang Wuji get rid of the cold poison. Furthermore, he also needed Zhang Wuji to inherit Hu Qingniu's medical skills.
In the future, when the Mingjiao marches and fights, there will definitely be casualties. The role of the miracle doctor will be highlighted at this time.
Zhang Wuji has a kind nature and is not suitable for fighting in the world or fighting among sects, but he is more than enough to be a doctor.
Besides, Zhang Wuji would need help to welcome Xie Xun back from Binghuo Island.
In an instant, Jingzhou went through these thoughts in his mind. The more Zhang Wuji owed, the easier it would be to deal with the matter later. A gentleman will bully him!
Moreover, he can also get a favor from Zhang Laodao.
Seeing Zhang Sanfeng's hesitation, Chang Yuchun said, "Is it possible that Master Zhang doesn't want to see my uncle? Since ancient times, good and evil have not been mutually exclusive. Moreover, my uncle has a weird temperament. There will inevitably be conflicts when Master Zhang goes there, but instead of Mei, if this is not the case, I will send my little brother to my uncle and ask him to heal him slowly."
Zhang Sanfeng nodded and had an idea in his mind: "Then I'll leave it to you. So I need to trouble Young Hero and ask Young Hero and this Mingjiao brother to go to Butterfly Valley. I don't care whether Wuji can be cured here." For the cold poison on my body, I, Wudang, owe a favor to the young hero."
After saying this, Zhang Sanfeng felt a little ashamed on his face. After all, he and Jing Zhou just met by chance. It was already a great favor for Jingzhou to use his Yang Finger to heal Zhang Wuji's injuries, let alone go to Hu Qingniu's place just for this matter?
What Jingzhou was waiting for was Zhang Laodao's words, and he immediately said: "Please rest assured, Master, I will do my best."
Regardless of whether it can be used or not, Zhang Laodao's favor is worth more than gold!
Only then did everyone notice that a girl with bare feet and somewhat shabby clothes was sitting in the corner of the boat crying.
Although she is a poor girl from a boat family, she has good temperament, beautiful appearance, and is a complete beauty. . .
