Do Not Seek Fairy Fate

Chapter 90 The Wounded

Name: Mo Qiu.

Sex: Male.

Age: about seventeen.

Height: over 1.7 meters.

Repair: forged bone.

Talents: Literacy and hyphenation, introduction to musical instruments, elementary painting...

Medical skills: Baoyao Traumatology, Qingsang Medicine Classics, Baicaoji, Ding's Medicine Book, Mu's Poison Classics.

Martial arts: Tianluo Kungfu, Song's sword technique, Qixing step, Tianzi nine strikes, Qingfeng swordsmanship, split shadow swordsmanship...

Close your eyes, a series of words appear on the sea of ​​consciousness light curtain.

Compared with a few years ago, the changes can be said to be obvious, especially the two columns of medical skills and martial arts are densely packed.

For Mo Qiu, medical skills are the foundation of his life, and martial arts are the foundation of protecting his life.

Both are indispensable.

In this world, if you are proficient in medicine, you can find a job to make a living no matter where you go, and it won't be too bad.

At least you don't have to fight on the front line.

To deal with the white horse bandits like this, even the hall master Zhong Shan had to take action himself, but he was able to sit firmly in the rear.

This treatment is priceless!

However, no matter how good the medical skills are, sometimes they are useless. Only one's own strength is the reliance at critical moments.

"Too complicated!" He opened his eyes, Mo Qiu looked thoughtful.

Different from the way of medicine, he has learned too many and complicated martial arts, which has affected his own cultivation.

And there are many repetitions.

Just like Song's Saber Technique and Qingfeng Sword Technique, the defensive moves are mostly similar, so a trade-off must be made.

There are also some martial arts that are not in the mainstream. If there is no special place, it is a waste of time to continue to practice.

"The cultivation of Tianluo Kungfu mainly relies on foreign objects, and it specializes in defense. This technique is indispensable."

"Dragon Snake Strength can temper the body, and if there is no better technique, it cannot be replaced."

"The hidden weapon Tianzi Jiuda has another magical function, so it needs to be preserved."

"With the Qingfeng swordsmanship, the Shadow Splitting Sword and the Thirteen Spirit Ape Swords are useless, and there is no need to waste energy."

"Although Song's saber technique is good, it is also weaker than Qingfeng Sword. It can be used as an auxiliary practice in the future."

"As for footwork..."

He narrowed his eyes slightly: "Seven Star Steps are good at tossing and moving at close range, but not good at sudden explosions."

"If you can combine the advantages of the sky, the grass, and the swallows, you can improve the grade."

He had this idea before, but he had no idea.

Now that I have mastered the Qingfeng swordsmanship, I have gained some inspiration from the coordination of the steps in the swordsmanship.

As soon as the idea is opened, the inspiration surges up instantly.

All kinds of footwork changes and energy movement methods emerged in my mind one by one, and gradually merged into one.

At the same time, Yishan Sword also collided with Chasing Wind and Chasing Shadow, as if they were going to form another style.

When it comes to strength, Mo Qiu is not ranked well inside and outside the city.

But thanks to the help of the system, after comprehending many martial arts, his martial arts realm is undoubtedly the first.

Even Zhong Yunzhao, the acquired master, is probably far inferior to him.

Since he can create the astonishingly powerful Yishijian Sword, even if there are many restrictions on swordsmanship, why can't he create another sword art?

As long as the accumulation is enough, the sword art will definitely become more and more perfect, and the power will definitely become higher and higher.

This is his exclusive advantage!

Time flies by.

the next day.

"Doctor Mo." Someone knocked on the door:

"Someone is looking for you outside, but the hall master ordered that outsiders are not allowed to enter for these two days, so they can only send a letter."

"Oh." Mo Qiu got up, opened the door and took the letter:

"Thank you."

There was more than one letter.

The above letter came from Xiaojiu from Yaxing, informing him that the yard has been sold and the donkey cart has been ordered.

Just wait out and take over.

According to the original plan, Mo Qiu had already started packing his things and was about to leave this place.

This is not the case today.

The following letter came from senior brother Qi, saying that in two days it will be the day of the competition between the two masters, Qin and Lei, so let him go there.

Put away the letter, Mo Qiu looked up at the person who came:

"Brothers, I wonder if I can go out for a while?"

"No." The visitor shook his head without hesitation:

"The hall master has specifically ordered that no entry or exit is allowed for these two days, even Doctor Mo, you are not allowed."

"So..." Mo Qiu rubbed his brows and said:

"Can you give them a letter?"

"That's fine." The visitor nodded:

"However, the content of the letter needs to be reviewed by us before it can be passed on to outsiders for you."

"It doesn't matter." Mo Qiu smiled lightly, and had no objection to this:

"There is nothing you can't say to others, please wait for me for a moment, brother, and I will write them a handwritten letter."

After sending the letter away, his expression was also relaxed.

It seems that as long as the matter here is over, he can completely get rid of all kinds of entanglements.

"Boom! Boom!"

Just at this moment, a dull drum sounded suddenly.

The huge Black Tiger Hall was like a wild beast that had been awakened, and suddenly there was a commotion, and everyone ran quickly.

"Quick, open the outer door~"

"The wounded go in."

"Doctor, come doctor!"

"Where are the people from Miao Yao Tang, come here quickly!"

Shouting came one after another, Mo Qiu also straightened his clothes, and walked into the temporary hospital with a solemn face.

In the eye, everyone is hurt.

They were all members of the gang who left here yesterday, and judging from their injuries, they knew how brutal the fight was.

As for the result, it should be good.

"Damn it, the White Horse Bandits are really cunning, they almost fell into a trap and almost made a comeback."

"Haha, who's to say no, it's a pity that our hall master is superior, and this time we beat the white horse bandit to death!"

"I don't know if the third gear has taken down the surnamed Lei. If they can take it down, the White Horse Bandit will be over."

"Fengleijun and Leiwang are hard to say, but Poisonous Wolf will definitely be doomed this time!"

"Not bad!"

Everyone should be one after another.

At the same time, he also saw that Mo Qiuxing entered it, and immediately saluted one after another.

These people are full of pride and fearlessness when fighting with others, but they have to be respectful when facing doctors.

"Doctor Mo."

"Doctor Mo!"

"En." Mo Qiu nodded, and stretched out his hand:

"The old rule is to separate diagnosis and treatment according to the severity of the condition, treat minor injuries slightly, and maintain stability first for serious injuries."

"Yes!" The helpers of Miao Yao Tang responded immediately, and at his order, they began to treat the wounded.

How many people were dispatched this time is a secret of the Tiger Hall, but the wounded were sent over one after another, and the total number is probably no less than two hundred.

With so many people, Zhong Shan might want to decide everything in one fell swoop!

"Doctor Mo." The sky had already seen the sunset, and Guo Xiao, whose face was stained with blood, suddenly rushed in, interrupting Mo Qiu's movements:

"The hall master has an order to let you go with me to another place."

"Oh?" Mo Qiu paused:

"where?"

"You'll know when you get there." Guo Xiao looked anxious, pulled his sleeve and pointed out:

"Doctor Mo, hurry up."

"Okay." Mo Qiuying said, and hurriedly followed.

After leaving the door and stepping into the carriage, Guo Xiao personally rode the horse and headed straight for Nancheng, the horse was extremely fast.

"Brother Guo." In the carriage, Mo Qiu asked:

"But the hall master is injured?"

"It's not the hall master." Brother Guo's face was tense, and he shook his head when he heard this:

"It's the third gear, so Dr. Mo should keep quiet so as not to attract the prying eyes of other forces."

Flying Tiger Zhong Yunzhao!

Mo Qiu raised his eyes, compared to the hall master Zhong Shan, Zhong Yunzhao is the God of Sea Ding in the Black Tiger Hall.

No wonder they are so cautious, all healing needs to be done in hidden places.

He nodded slowly and remained silent.