“If you don’t treat anything that is not difficult and complicated, if you are in a bad mood, you won’t treat it. If you don’t like it, you won’t treat it… There are three things you don’t treat!”
At the hospital, Uncle Zhao glanced at the board the scholar had written on at the door and walked in with a smile.
"Your kid prepared two plaques early in the morning. First, use Jishitang to gain fame, and then use Sanbuyi. This plan is loud enough!"
Uncle Zhao said with a smile.
"I originally thought that after I broke through the innate realm, I would go to Guangyang Mansion to buy some medicinal materials, and then hang up the Sanbuyi sign. But now that there is a movable signboard called "Yaoyue", I already have no shortage of fame. , I don’t have to wait for the innate realm to buy the medicinal materials, Yao Yue also bought them for me, so my plan can naturally be advanced!"
Mu Xuan told Uncle Zhao his original plan.
"With those three rules, you can practice with peace of mind!"
Uncle Zhao smiled and nodded, "That's good, I can be more relaxed in the remaining days, old man!"
"Besides, the old man thinks there is something that you need to get in touch with!"
Uncle Zhao came forward with a smile and said softly.
Mu Xuan frowned when he heard this. He didn't pay attention to what Uncle Zhao said later. On the contrary, the previous words made Mu Xuan pay special attention. "Uncle Zhao, what do you mean by the remaining days? Are you leaving?"
Mu Xuan was a little flustered, "Stop!"
He dared to open a medical clinic so unscrupulously and set up those three rules just because Uncle Zhao was by his side!
Otherwise, if a powerful person came to Mu Xuan for medical treatment, would Mu Xuan dare to say no?
What did you say? Invite the moon and pity the star?
Are they here?
People from a sect will be afraid of offending Mu Xuan. After all, the mountain gate is right here. If they dare to provoke Mu Xuan, they have to beware of their sect being wiped out!
But that may not be the case for those casual cultivators. They travel around the world, and those who are barefoot are not afraid of those who wear shoes!
Not to mention that there are also sects that cannot deal with each other, so it is not impossible to use Mu Xuan to deal with sects that are hostile to them.
"Jianghu" is such a messy word!
Mu Xuan wanted to hold Uncle Zhao's thigh and say: Uncle Zhao, I really can't live without you!
"The old man's old friend is coming back soon. When you break through Xiantian, I will go with my friend to meet some old friends!"
Zhao Bo said leisurely that he had made up his mind, and even if Mu Xuan behaved and wallowed in front of him, he would not relent.
"Besides, didn't you listen to what the old man said just now?"
Uncle Zhao narrowed his eyes, and Mu Xuan's heart skipped a beat. This Uncle Zhao is so petty!
Mu Xuan quickly recalled, "You said there is something you want me to come into contact with. What is it?"
Uncle Zhao chuckled, a cold light flashed in his eyes, "Let me ask you...have you ever killed anyone?!"
Mu Xuan looked strange for a moment. Could this be what Uncle Zhao said?
Mu Xuan thought for a while, nodded, then shook his head, and finally nodded again.
This series of actions confused Uncle Zhao.
"It should be considered as killing, right?"
Mu Xuan said tentatively, and then told Uncle Zhao that he fell from the sky and killed two bandits.
Uncle Zhao listened and shook his head with a smile, "It's an unintentional mistake and it doesn't count as active murder!"
"What the old man wants you to do is very simple. I want you to kill all the bandits in Cuiwei Mountain! No man, woman, or child will be spared!"
Uncle Zhao said with a smile, his voice was shrill, like a ghost, and his eyes were solemn. At this moment, Mu Xuan felt the power of Patriarch Sunflower from him!
"This is the last lesson the old man will teach you before he leaves. Don't let go of anyone who deserves to be killed!"
"And! When we cut the grass, we must also remove the roots!"
The smile on Uncle Zhao's face disappeared and he shouted sternly.
"These bandits burned, killed and looted, the old man can guarantee that every one of them has human blood on their hands!"
"They all deserve to die!"
Seeing that Mu Xuan didn't speak, Uncle Zhao finally showed a smile on his face, "Are you thinking that if you kill the evil one, why don't you keep all the old, weak, sick and disabled?"
Mu Xuan slowly shook his head, "If you cut the grass without eradicating the root, there will be endless troubles. I still understand the truth!"
Mu Xuan still understands the truth, but he is a modern person. If he wants to go on a killing spree in the mountains, he must do some psychological construction, right?
Uncle Zhao obviously did not expect Mu Xuan to have thought of this, and then the dazed look on his face disappeared in an instant, and he said, "In the past, there was a hero who had a blood feud with a copycat. Although he avenged the blood feud, But he released his enemy's child, what do you think the result will be?"
"The child had an adventure, and his martial arts improved by leaps and bounds. Later, he killed the hero's entire family, including his ten-month-old child!"
Uncle Zhao played a game of asking and answering questions.
"If you take action in the future, if you cut the grass without eradicating the root, first think about whether the person you let go will be that child, your children, and your family, and will they all be killed by someone seeking revenge? !”
"Those children in Cuiwei Mountain have lost all their conscience. The merchants who passed by were treated as targets for them to shoot and kill with arrows. Many people died in their hands!"
Uncle Zhao's words were quite inflammatory. Mu Xuan had already recognized Uncle Zhao's ideas, but now he recognized them even more.
But again, he has never killed anyone!
The last time I killed someone, it was just an unintentional mistake.
Now I want him to go on a killing spree for someone who has never killed anyone before...
Uncle Zhao also saw Mu Xuan's dilemma and did not force Mu Xuan. He smiled and said, "Take a money bag, fill it with silver, and go to Cuiwei Mountain!"
"Sometimes, you don't want to take action, but someone always forces you to take action!"
Zhao Bo said leisurely, and then threw the purse filled with silver to Mu Xuan. Mu Xuan reached out to take it, hung it on his waist, and then walked outside.
He will not provoke others in the future, but if someone provokes him, is it possible to give him a beating and let him go?
If the other party is determined to retaliate, the one who suffers will definitely be himself. Letting the tiger return to the mountain will never work!
Based on this calculation, killing is indeed a required lesson for Mu Xuan!
Mu Xuan could also guess Uncle Zhao's intention. He went up the mountain with a bag full of silver and his bare hands. In the eyes of the bandits, he was just a piece of fat, and everyone wanted to take a bite of it.
If they took the initiative, Mu Xuan would not tolerate it.
Uncle Zhao could tell that Mu Xuan was not lacking in sex and ruthlessness, but he just lacked determination.
If that's the case, then he should help Mu Xuan!
"The bandits in Cuiwei Mountain have no backing. If they take action, just do it!"
"As for the old, weak, sick and disabled...it depends on you!"
"The old man just said, think about your future family, think about your future children, if you don't remove the roots, you will leave troubles in the future!"
Zhao Bo said leisurely, and by the time he finished speaking, Mu Xuan's figure had disappeared on the street.
Mu Xuan left for a while, and then Uncle Zhao walked out of the hospital with a smile, closed the door, and walked towards Cuiwei Mountain.
In a blink of an eye, it went from day to night.
The setting sun stretched out Uncle Zhao's shadow.
Uncle Zhao stood at the entrance of Heifeng Village in Cuiwei Mountain and looked at the several corpses scattered at the entrance. Most of them were stabbed in the fatal spot with a finger, and some were penetrated by sword energy.
"The work is done neatly!"
Uncle Zhao sighed with a smile.
Uncle Zhao took one step forward, and in the blink of an eye he entered the village from more than a hundred steps away with the gate wide open.
Uncle Zhao walked in slowly, looked around, and looked at the child's body lying on the ground. Uncle Zhao couldn't help but nodded lightly, "It's okay, at least he's not merciful!"
Uncle Zhao continued to walk forward and accidentally met a few survivors. Without saying a word, Uncle Zhao still had the same smiling expression. Then he stepped on them, applying gentle force with his feet, and those few remaining survivors were His life was gone in an instant.
Well, it’s still a bit awkward to take back what he said before, but it’s understandable, after all, it’s the first time!
Uncle Zhao checked it again.
Please forgive him. He worked as an errand in the palace when he was young. He did dirty work at the beginning. Things like live examinations have been with him for twenty years in his career. He has become accustomed to it. It is an occupational disease!
After confirming that there were no survivors, Uncle Zhao went down the mountain and left Heifeng Village.
As for our protagonist Mu Xuan, he is feeling a little depressed at the moment.
Just as Uncle Zhao expected, as soon as he climbed Cuiwei Mountain, bandits surrounded him. They didn't say anything when they came up, and just chopped off his head.
Mu Xuan naturally fought back.
When killing the adult bandits, Mu Xuan still had no psychological burden. However, when he met the children in the village, Mu Xuan's heart softened.
Just when Mu Xuan was thinking about whether to let them go, the eyes of those children who wanted to eat Mu Xuan alive made Mu Xuan's originally restless heart calm down instantly.
With one hand twisting his neck, Mu Xuan felt no psychological pressure.
The entire village was slaughtered by Mu Xuan!
Of course, this was just what Mu Xuan thought, and the few remaining survivors Mu Xuan didn't notice.
Mu Xuan staggered back to the hospital, and Uncle Zhao started to taunt him, "You are still a doctor. Can't you tell whether he is dead or not? Seven people alive! If I hadn't helped you with the last stab, today, decades later, Your family may be killed by them!"
Mu Xuan took a long breath, and without any intention of arguing with Uncle Zhao, he stretched himself, turned around and lay down on the rocking chair beside him.
Uncle Zhao's last lesson was really bloody!
