No one knows luck better than me

Chapter 75 Malice
In the dark cave.

Taoist Plague Gu raised his eyelids and looked at the black-robed man in front of him: "Fellow Daoist, have you collected what I want?"

The exposed face of the man in black looks ordinary, and his voice is also hoarse and unpleasant:

"The poison that fellow daoists want is hard to find, but I'm lucky enough to live up to it."

As he said that, with a wave of his hand, several iron urns appeared on the ground, and there were different hissing or crawling sounds inside, which made people frightened.

Plague Gu Daoist's ugly face glowed with joy, and as he stretched out his hand to grab it, iron urns flew down in front of him one by one. After checking it, he nodded with great satisfaction:

"That's right, thank you fellow daoist for your hard work."

The man in black robe waved his hand lightly:

"It's okay, I just don't know how fellow daoist is recovering from his injuries?"

"Ok?"

Plague Gu Daoist's miserable green eyes stared at the other party:
"The injury is mostly fine, what advice do fellow Taoists have?"

The man in black robe smiled:

"Fellow Daoist, you and I have been in contact for several months. No matter what, I will help you heal your injuries and even get rid of other enemies. Don't you believe me?"

The Taoist Plague Gu who was seriously injured before fled in all directions, and faced the pursuit of other enemies. It is true that he relied on the black-robed man in front of him to get out of the crisis, but he didn't see much gratitude, he just smiled coldly:
"For people like us, don't you believe it or not, fellow daoist, haven't you shown your true colors? If you have any plans, you can speak up."

The man in black just smiled slightly: "Qin Ying, the elder of Yaowang Mountain, plotted against fellow daoist, causing him to be seriously injured, the foundation of the daoism was damaged, and he almost fell. This is an endless hatred. Do you want to take revenge?"

Recalling the painful lessons before, Taoist Plague Gu's miserable green eyes ignited indescribable resentment:

"Why, fellow daoist, do you want to use my hand to kill that old godmother? Unfortunately, I was able to fight with her when I was not injured. Now going to fight with her is no different from dying. Do you have any good ideas?" help me?"

"Fellow Daoist, don't get me wrong, I'm not trying to borrow a knife to kill someone, but I also have hatred with that Qin Ying."

The man in black said leisurely:

"I recently heard that Qin Ying has a secret disciple named Chen Xun. This person is said to be of the highest quality, and he has excellent medical aptitude. Everything you have learned is passed on personally, which can be said to be passed on from generation to generation.

And a few days ago, I accidentally learned that this person walked down the mountain, and seemed to have gone to the Yaowang Mountain sub-helm in Yunshanfang City. I wonder if fellow Taoists are interested? "

Ok?
Henwuji Wuxia, in the eyes of Taoist Benggu, anyone who is a disciple of Yaowang Mountain deserves to die, let alone Qin Ying's disciple, he narrowed his eyes immediately:

"Oh? That's interesting."

The man in black said without showing any emotion:
"This person is extremely talented. He has already reached the seventh rank of Martial Dao not long after he started. He is very popular with Qin Ying. I think if fellow Taoists take this person down and concoct them, they will have a lot of insight, right?"

The man in black made no secret of his purpose, but Taoist Plague Gu was silent for a moment and gave a strange laugh:
"Being able to calm down in front of the poor Daoist, fellow daoist should also be a martial artist who has stepped into the third-rank realm, right? Dealing with such a small character should be easy, and you still need to borrow my hand? Could it be that fellow daoist is with Yaowangshan?"

The man in black said calmly:

"Fellow Daoists have some guesses, so why bother to tell the truth? I really can't do it myself for some reason. Fellow Daoists don't have to worry about any conspiracy and tricks, there is no need for the next one, and the second is not capable of setting up in a place like Yunshanfang City. What kind of trap, you can decide for yourself whether you want to show such a bad breath or not."

really.

Taoist Plague Gu smiled triumphantly, and he was sure that the man in black in front of him must have a lot to do with Yaowang Mountain.

Half a year ago, he was plotted against by Qin Ying in a sneak attack, and he used the poisonous dragon escape method, which caused him to be severely injured. After the news came out, countless enemies were looking for him, causing him to hide in XZ, in a state of embarrassment, and almost died several times.

It wasn't until a few months ago that this mysterious black-robed man followed the trail to find him. Not only did he not do anything, but he even provided him with a lot of information and healing pills, so that he finally regained his breath.

He had suspected that this person had a different identity before, but now there are some clues.

The resentment towards Qin Ying can't be washed away even if it's spread all over the world. Taoist Plague Gu doesn't mind being used as a spearman in this respect, so he smiled slyly:
"I'm quite interested in this poor Taoist. No matter how you say, you have given a helping hand, so you have to reciprocate. However, I don't dare to make any big noises in Yunshanfang City and other places. At most, I will Just give this son's head to Qin Ying, but the rest can't help you too much, Fellow Daoist."

The man in black suddenly smiled: "It's okay, fellow daoists can do whatever they want."

Naturally, he didn't know the malice in the distance. At this moment, Chen Xun was completely immersed in the cultivation of "Fudo Mingwang Sutra".

With the addition of comprehension, he quickly roughly understood the cultivation method at the beginning of this exercise.

Body training and martial arts practice have the same origin, and the opening chapter of the Fudo Mingwang Sutra is composed of [-] Mingwang poses, which are matched with different breathing and qi and blood circulation routes.

The practice of this set of Ming Wangxiang is extremely complicated, even Chen Xun took a few days of effort to get into it, which shows the high level of this practice.

While trying to get started, his free free clinic was not completely dropped, and he reopened within a few days.

This move naturally caused a commotion in a small area again, and the commoners and casual cultivators who heard the news flocked to it, regardless of whether they were sick or not, they all came to join in the fun.

Chen Xun is still on the safe side. He has a free clinic every day, with [-] numbers each time, and he leaves when he sees the sunset. Each visit has four to five hundred luck points in his account.

However, with the re-expansion of influence, the free free clinic has not always been smooth. The second round of reopening encountered troubles before the paving.

"I heard that Mr. Chen has a good hand and a benevolent heart, and the medicine will cure the disease, but you must take a good look at it for me."

It was noon at this moment, and the end of the street was still full of people queuing up. In front of the clinic, a thin man sat down and stared straight at Chen Xun.

Chen Xun didn't take it seriously, and after simply looking around and asking about it, he said without raising his eyelids:
"There is nothing wrong with your body. At most, you have a strong heart fire. You just need to prescribe some prescriptions to clear away heat and relieve fire."

"No, Mr. Chen!"

The skinny man rolled his eyes and shouted loudly:

"I obviously have a dull pain in my lungs, which makes me unable to sleep at night. How can you say that I am not sick?"

The voice was very loud, and all the people around were watching. Chen Xun raised his eyelids, with a smile that was not a smile:
"Why, do you wish you were ill?"

Facing Chen Xun's gaze, the skinny man felt guilty at the bottom of his heart, but the eyes of the surrounding crowd gave him great confidence, and he still yelled resolutely:
"I saw it at the Xuanxin Medical Center on the north side of Fangshi. I obviously have hyperactivity of liver yang, but Mr. Chen didn't see it. How can this level be seen by others?"

"Forget it, I'll go there and spend some money!"

After finishing speaking, he ignored Chen Xun's reaction and got up to go out.

However, within two steps, he suddenly felt a stabbing pain in his neck and back, and then his whole body froze suddenly, standing in place like a puppet.

"Why, what's going on, why can't I move!"

The skinny man was like a stiff puppet, half of his body completely lost consciousness, fell to the ground, and uttered in horror:
"You, what did you do?"

Chen Xun showed a sneer on his face:

"Stupid thing, I'm doing a free clinic with good intentions, but the Xuanxin Medical Clinic is looking for someone like you to mess with me?"

　Chapter 3 later
　　
　
(End of this chapter)