Chapter 78: Chapter 63: Blade Nurturing Art!
Accumulating Blade Qi!_4
However, the handsome young man inquired curiously to the disciples of Ginseng Manor, but they all shook their heads, only telling him that this Mr. Wen was a mysterious person and an honored guest of Ginseng Manor, nothing else was known.
Dr. Huashan and the handsome young man, one carrying a basket on his back, the other pushing a cart, went out of Ginseng Town.
“With these herbs, the hundred or so patients near Black Water Village can be saved!”
Dr. Huashan, with his basket full of herbs, thought to himself.
Dr. Huashan had been studying medicine since childhood and possessed the benevolent heart a doctor should have; he hoped to treat and save as many people as possible before his time came.
“Hmm?”
A couple of miles outside Ginseng Town, Dr. Huashan and the handsome young man suddenly changed expressions. On the road ahead, three men dressed like martial artists, with weapons hanging from their waists, blocked their way, looking at them with a grin that was not quite a smile—clearly, they were up to no good!
As the three men approached, Dr. Huashan managed to force a slight smile on his face and gave the handsome young man a meaningful look.
The handsome young man quickly pulled a money pouch from his bosom and called out, “Great heroes, all our money is in here, both my master and I are doctors! We beg you to show mercy!”
These three Jianghu characters seemingly intended to rob them, and clearly, Dr. Huashan and the handsome young man were no match for three strong men, so they straightforwardly offered all their valuables, hoping the robbers would only seek money and spare their lives!
The muscular man in the middle let out a laugh, not even glancing at the money pouch, but greedily staring at the packed herbs on the cart: “Your little bit of money is enough to appease a beggar? These herbs are valuable, they are ours now!”
“They want to steal the herbs?”
Dr. Huashan and the handsome young man both went pale. These herbs were generously bought by Mr. Wen just recently for two thousand taels of silver. These three must have been watching them in Ginseng Town, intent on stealing the valuable batch of herbs.
“Great heroes, these herbs are vital for the lives of hundreds of people, we beseech you to show mercy and let us through!” Dr. Huashan said with a forced smile, hoping they would leave.
“Enough! Stop talking, and be on your way! Not killing a doctor, that’s us accumulating virtue! And that kid, what a fool to spend so much money on medicine for strangers, if he has too much money and can’t spend it all, it might as well be given to us,” the tall, skinny man on the right said impatiently, waving them off, urging the master and disciple to leave quickly. Snatching this batch of herbs and reselling it would bring them a fortune!
The handsome young man gritted his teeth, suddenly pulled out a cylindrical small bamboo tube from his sleeve, put it to his mouth, and blew hard!
“Whoosh!”
A fine silver needle flew out of the bamboo tube, shooting straight at one of the three martial artists, a man in green on the right.
The man in green was startled, instinctively shielding his face with his palm.
“Puh!”
The man in green felt pain on the back of his hand where the silver needle had pricked him.
“You bastard…” the man in green suddenly flushed with rage, wanted to curse but felt dizzy and numb all over, collapsing to the ground uncontrollably, foaming at the mouth, “Poisoned?”
The handsome young man was unwilling to let these life-saving herbs be taken by these three Jianghu figures and decided to fight back, using a blowpipe along with poisoned silver needles to take one of them down instantly!
But there were still two of them left!
“Damn it! You’re asking for it!”
Seeing his fellow ruffian collapse foaming at the mouth, the muscular man let out an angry roar, stepped forward, drew the cleaver from his waist, and lunged towards the handsome young man, swinging it down hard.
“HuaYi, be careful!”
Dr. Huashan was shocked and quickly pulled the handsome young man away, but in doing so, he himself was exposed under the descending cleaver.
Dr. Huashan clenched his teeth, bracing for death, but the cleaver did not fall upon him!
A figure in black, whose presence was unforeseen, had positioned himself in front of the doctor. This person extended a hand and with his fingers clamped the blade of the cleaver, preventing it from moving even slightly.
“Wen… Mr. Wen!”
The handsome young man, still shaken, couldn’t help but cry out, recognizing the man in black as the Mr. Wen who was known as Wen Tai!