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Martial art king

Capítulo 1: Chapter 1

The autumn wind swayed, the medicinal fragrance filled the air.

In Hanshan City's herbal medicine market, the low-rise blue brick ancient shop in the northwest corner is obliquely hung with dark black ink plaques. Three vigorous and simple bloody characters, in the middle of the profound plaque: Zhen Yao Fang.

In front of the door.

The alleys paved by bluestone were broken by the sudden sound of footsteps.

The coming man is a thin, pale-looking young boy, his feet staggered and he was shaking, as if a wind slipped over him, and the sack made of twine was shown by him. The big black-black hands clenched tightly.

"call..."

The young man gasped for breath and stopped in front of the Zhenyaofang. While bending over, the sack was placed under his feet with a black handkerchief embroidered with Manjusahua pattern. After the shaking hand took out the handkerchief, the arm was difficult to lift and wipe the forehead On the thick sweat.

He is Ye Tong!

He is the medicine boy of Zhenyaofang and the only master of Zhenyao now.

Ye Tong clenched his handkerchief, raised his head, and stared at the plaque in front of him. In the original godless eyes, a complex light slowly blew out. Ye Tong hated and attached to this place. This is his hell, but also his haven.

"The little master is back!"

A low, hoarse voice came from the door of Zhenyaofang, an old man with a humpback who was still in a wind and candle, leaning on a cane and walking staggeringly through the threshold. From the appearance of it, it seemed that he had not lived for a few years.

"Cough ..."

Ye Tong withdrew his gaze, and in a few violent coughs, the handkerchief wiped off the black blood stains that overflowed the corners of his mouth. He picked up the sack next to his foot and nodded and said, "I'm back."

The hunched old man asked, "Have you found the blood Ganoderma lucidum and the grass?"

Ye Tong took a step forward and walked past the humpback old man, leaving only a erratic voice: "Ninety years of wild blood Ganoderma lucidum, 120 years old dead bone grass, but the blue and silver left by the old things are all spent. "

"It's done after it's finished." Hearing the young man's words, the wrinkled old man's face wrinkled and stretched out, turned around and followed behind Ye Tong, and smiled with satisfaction: "The little master found these two main medicinal materials. Lived for two months. "

Ye Tong's staggering footsteps didn't stop, but his tone was a bit cold: "Drug slave, can you not say the same thing every time? I know how long I can live! I can't hold the medicine to cook . "

The hunched old man seemed not to hear the change in Ye Tong's tone. It was still the old face with a smile on it, and hehe said, "I'm afraid that the little master hasn't been able to take a medicine bath yet. There are guests coming from the store. Can't leave."

"Huh?" Ye Tong froze, glancing at the gorgeous frame parked in the alley in front of him, frowned and asked, "Ask for medicine?"

The old humpback said: "People asking for medicine!"

"Let them wait."

Ye Tong's footsteps, a little faster than before, passed through the arched corridor and bypassed the wide courtyard, as if he did not see the three figures sitting cross-legged on the futon in the courtyard, straight from the left corridor to the arch of the partial courtyard.

There are several futons on the ground in the courtyard. At this moment, the three people on the knees of the futon are a man with silver hair and old age, wearing a luxurious robe, and the beauty is still there, wearing a light blue dress. Woman, a girl who fell into the city like a mysterious girl.

They watched Ye Tong walking towards the partial courtyard, and watched the old humpback come.

"Who is he?"

The middle-aged beautiful woman floated up and asked, staring at the humpback old man.

The old hump-backed man chuckled and said, "My little master."

The middle-aged beautiful woman Dai Mei frowned slightly, and the correction shadow sprinted instantly, blocking the way before Ye Tong entered the arch. Leng Heng said: "Since you are back, please give us medicine for refining. Our parents will not be able to afford the disease. If you are delayed, you will not be able to bear the consequences."

"Go away without waiting." Ye Tong stopped, the cold light flashed under her eyes, like a fierce beast staring at the woman in front of her.

Ye Tong he ...

Feeling the soul is expanding.

Can't hold it anymore!

The middle-aged beautiful woman froze, she looked at Ye Tong in disbelief, as if she couldn't believe her ears.

How many years?

How many years have I never heard such arrogant words? How many years have you never met such an arrogant person?

It seems that since he took over the Zhangs business group more than ten years ago, no one has dared to talk to himself so arrogantly? He is a little guy who dares ...

"My little master said, just leave without waiting."

The hump-backed old man leaned on the cane and walked slowly to the side of the middle-aged beautiful woman. His expression was no longer a smile, but coldness.

The middle-aged beautiful woman was furious, and at that moment of domineering momentum, she shouted: "Give you a face, and then give you the burden of refining medicine, don't shame your face, hurry and give us refining medicine, or else ..."

"Huh, otherwise?"

The hunched old man's waist was straightened, and a violent and violent breath erupted on him. During the murderous surging, the overbearing breath was revealed: "The face is earned by yourself, not by you, although the old master ... but it is still round You won't be able to succeed. Get out ... "

"hiss..."

The middle-aged beautiful woman's pupils contracted and her body shivered and she stepped back a few steps.

She never dreamed that the old hunchbacked old man in front of her was able to explode such a powerful momentum. She had a feeling that she seemed to face no longer an old man, but a terrible wild beast, Peerless murder.

"Zhong Ying, don't be rude."

The silver-haired old man in a luxurious robe sipped at the middle-aged beautiful woman. After walking vigorously, he was somewhat dreadful and apologetic. He clenched his fists and said, "The little girl is rude, I hope you can forgive me. Since your little master is temporarily unavailable, we are waiting for it. As a guilt, seek medicine We will double the price. "

"Little Master?" The old humpback turned and looked at Ye Tong.

Ye Tong's body shuddered a little bit undetectably, his face paler. With a sweet throat, blood poured out and swallowed by him, but a trace of blood still overflowed from the corner of his mouth.

He raised his arms hard, wiped the blood from the corners of his mouth, and his voice oozed out of his teeth: "Ten times."

Finished.

Ye Tong raised her steps with difficulty, and stepped into the arch of the partial courtyard, but his steps were more vain and his body trembling more obviously, just like an old man with a wind and candle.

Zhang Zhongying opened her mouth, but she didn't say anything. Although she still had anger on her face, she was keenly aware of the blood stains at the corner of Ye Tong's mouth in a moment.

And ... the state of the boy at the moment.

Suddenly she felt that what she left was not like a teenager, but like an old man with a wind and a candle, and she reached the point where the lamp was dry. Not only did she feel this way, but even her father, Zhang Pinshou, and the alluring girl.

"He, okay ..."

The alluring girl flashed a different color in her eyes and turned to look at the old humpbacked man.

The old hump-backed man waved his hand to interrupt the Alluring Girl. A worrisome expression appeared on his wrinkled face. After a moment of hesitation, he said quietly, "Want to ask for medicine, wait outside."

The words fall.

The old humpback man stepped into the arch of the partial courtyard without hesitation.

Even at this moment, the hunched old man's footsteps became a lot lighter. After catching up with Ye Tong, he whispered, "Little Master, wait a moment, and the old slave will prepare the medicine for you today!"

"Cough ..."

Ye Tong stopped, and after passing the sack in her hand, she took out the black handkerchief embroidered with the pattern of Mandosa.

The breeze blows, yellow leaves fly like butterflies, and the bluestone floor is covered with golden sea waves. In the house, sandalwood ignites, and the light sandalwood fragrance gradually diffuses, filling every corner of the house.

The walls are dark and the small windows are closed tightly.

Inside the house, there is a dazzling blood-red Eight Immortals table in the main hall, and a stove is placed on the table. It is half a meter high, the whole body is dark, the luster is mellow, and the eight are vivid. Above the center of the house, a dark purple coffin hangs, bringing a sense of coldness to the house.

Under the purple coffin.

The hot air in the stone drum was curling around and lingering.

The hump-backed old man stood beside the stone bucket and looked at Ye Tong, whose body shivered slightly, and whispered, "Little Master, one hundred venom has been prepared, please hurry into the bucket."

Ye Tong nodded slightly and watched the hump-backed old man leave the door, and closed the door from the outside. Then he shook his hands and removed each piece of clothing.

Streamlined muscles, white complexion.

however!

On this sheepskin-like white and smooth skin, there are scars of varying lengths, which are intertwined and shocking.

"Hmm ..."

Ye Tong stepped into the stone bucket and soaked in the dark green viscous liquid. Suddenly, the needle pierced like a tide and hit every nerve in his body. A low roar rang from Ye Tong's throat.

pain!

It broke our hearts!

Pain into the bone marrow!

For this pain, Ye Tong has been tasted thousands of times from small to large, and even more painful than this. Like a thousand knives, he has tasted from the hell.

After groaning, he immediately sat cross-legged in the stone bucket, keeping his mind, and quietly running the "Medical Washing of the Poison". If these years are not the "Medical Washing of the Marrow" he practiced, the supreme method of the poison veins I'm afraid he has died ten million times, not to mention that he still has to suppress the spirit of the soul ...

Medicine is poison.

He is also poison.

His body needs to be attacked with poison to continue his life.

In the main yard.

The hump-backed old man slowly stepped out of the courtyard door, his rickety body suddenly shuddered slightly, the spine was straightened a lot in a moment, and the deep eyes passed over the three people in the courtyard. At the moment of staying in the gate of the hospital, the killing opportunity appeared.

A moment later, the leading crutches in the hands of the humpback old man focused on the ground, without looking at the three people and said: "Advice the three to leave immediately, otherwise, the Yangchi will suffer and the blood will be plagued, and the old slave has no reminder."

Zhang Pinshou's brow furrowed and said nothing, but the girl in the alluring city showed a surprise and turned his head to glance at the door of the courtyard.

however.

Zhang Zhongying's beautiful face showed a bit of anger, looking directly at the old humpback man, and humming: "We will leave immediately after we get the medicine, otherwise, the threat of three words will not achieve the purpose you want us to leave. . "

"Reluctant to leave?"

The murderous old man's eyes are not dead, but the old face has a strange smile on his face: "So, even if you meet, you can't get cause and effect with my little master? Are you free."

call out!

Three ghostly figures suddenly appeared silently on the courtyard wall, with a sardonic voice, like a wave of waves: "The old dog next to the poisonous devil Huo Lanqiu is so kind! The life and death of the three ants can even arouse your poor kindness ... "

The hump-backed old man stared like a torch, staring at the headed bald old man, and said in a cold voice: "Yin Yang old monster ... Mu Wutian!"