Fantasy World Transmigration

The frosty moonlight sprinkled on the ground, Chen Ang took one step, two steps, and slowly came to the long pavilion.

Those who came to besiege him were all elite disciples of the Devil's Cult, but now they were helpless like children, and the weapons they usually cherished like their lives fell into the dust, but they didn't get a glance from their former master.

The sword cuts the body, the heart cuts the soul.

The bright sword light not only stabbed the four elders of the Demon Cult with one sword, but also shattered their inner courage. After today, most people here may no longer be able to hold the sword in their hands!

Behind Chen Ang, Bao Dachu's corpse opened his eyes and looked at the sky in confusion. Qin Weibang, Jia Bu and Sang Sanniang beside him closed their eyes and their faces were calm, as if they were squinting because the sword light was too dazzling. eyes, and never opened them again.

In the pavilion, Wang Cheng, the last remaining elder of the Demon Cult, looked at Chen Ang who was slowly walking towards him, with bitterness on his face. Struggling extremely.

He finally let out a long sigh, facing Chen Ang who was walking towards him step by step, and calmly closed his eyes.

But Chen Ang ignored him, walked past him calmly, and stopped in front of a strange person. The man had a huge head, a mouse beard, and a short and fat appearance, which was very funny.

The strange man gave a strange laugh, and suddenly tore off the clothes on his chest, revealing his baggy chest, and said to Chen Ang with a strange smile: "Are you here to kill me? Hurry up, start from my left collarbone and fifth Piercing through the gap between the ribs, piercing the heart with a sword, is the most refreshing! If you stab in the wrong place, I will never let you go."

"Why did Doctor Ping say that!" Chen Ang smiled. He looked at the proud doctor with calm eyes, raised his finger and pointed to his chest, "But your heart is different. Between the fourth and fifth ribs, if I do what you said, I will only miss it!"

"Haha! You know this, it's amazing!" Ping bowed his head and re-buttoned his chest.

Chen Ang pressed his right hand on the hilt of his sword, and said lightly: "A swordsman kills a lot of people, so he must be more knowledgeable, if he doesn't even understand the body under his sword, then he is too incompetent! "

Ping Yi pointed at his shirt belt dexterously, looked at Chen Ang slyly and said, "You're lying to me! The dexterity of your hands and the sharpness of your eyes are not for killing people, but for saving people!"

"The skill that can be used to save people is not difficult to kill!" Chen Ang looked at him with a smile, and his hand had already left the hilt.

If you want to use the method of saving people to kill people, who can compare to this famous murder doctor in front of you? Saving one person and killing another, this genius doctor may not be considered to have immeasurable merit, but killing one person is not a certainty.

"You should know that in the eyes of our doctors, human life is just a symbol. If you lament because of life and death every now and then, you are not a good doctor!" Ping Yizhi sneered.

Chen Ang was silent for a moment, looking at the eccentric man in front of him, he suddenly sighed.

"But if there is no sympathy in his heart, he treats patients like pigs and dogs, and treats life like nothing, then he is not a doctor!"

There was a sudden silence in the pavilion, and Chen Ang and Heping pointed out that no one spoke. Elder Wang sat stiffly on the ground, bowed his head and did not dare to move. The remaining disciples of the Devil's Cult had already fled in embarrassment. At this time, on the ancient road under the moon, there were only three people and one horse.

The evening wind blows through the hair, bringing a slight coolness and lightness.

Ping Yizhi struggled to show a smile, which was not good-looking, and even a little ferocious, he said heavily: "I have practiced medicine for decades, and I have cured hundreds of patients in my hands, and no one has ever died by mistake. Hand, if I meet a person who is put to death by me, I will pay his life with him! In this world, quack doctors kill more than ten times better than me? Why can't I be called a doctor?"

"Shit! Shit!" His hair was blown down, and his face was extremely ferocious.

"Ping Yizhi, a famous murderer doctor, is indeed famous in Jianghu, but I heard that you have been practicing medicine for decades, but you have only saved hundreds of patients, which is not worthy of your name!" Chen Ang said lightly.

"Hey!" Ping Yizhi sneered a few times, took out a roll of yellowed medical records from his arms, and threw it in front of Chen Ang, "The strange diseases and intractable diseases I cured with Ping Yizhi are better than those you have ever seen in your life. It’s been more than ten times! If someone gets a strange disease that I’ve never heard of, I’ll have to climb over thousands of miles to cure him!”

Chen Ang picked up the medical records in front of him, spread them out in his hands, and flipped through them one by one. The disease of reverse pulse, the burning of the body, congenital deformities, heart-to-heart replacement, Ping Yizhi had encountered countless cases in his life. Unheard of, unseen strange diseases, some even sound like fantasy, and some are appalling.

Even with Chen Ang's knowledge, he couldn't help but be amazed.

Ping Yizhi saw his surprised face, smiled triumphantly, and snatched back the medical case from Chen Ang's hands. In terms of martial arts, Ping Yizhi was not even worthy of lifting Chen Ang's shoes, but Chen Ang just watched him take back the medical case , didn't mean to stop, just sighed silently, and handed over a book in his arms.

"What is this?" Ping Yizhi took the book with a sneer, and just turned the first page, his face changed drastically, no matter where he was now, he poured himself into it.

Chen Ang smiled slightly, picked up the medical case he had left unknowingly, spread it on his lap, and flipped through it.

The moonlight moved eastward, and in the long pavilion in the evening breeze, there was only the sound of flipping a book, and the shadows of the three people were projected on the ground by the fire, stretching long. Suddenly, one of the shadows trembled and danced frantically.

"External evil! Internal evil! Artery! Vein! A chapter on wind evil, a chapter on circulation, and a chapter on dissection, impossible, impossible!" Ping Yifinger struggled to grab his head, crying and laughing, he Holding Chen Ang's book with trembling hands, his face was crowded into a ball, making him look even uglier.

He carefully put down the book in his hand, his eyes were already bloodshot, when he saw the medical case on Chen Ang's lap, he picked it up with his hands, grabbed the covers on both sides with all his strength, and was about to tear it to pieces!

Chen Ang sighed, the scabbard in his hand lightly touched his shoulder, Ping Yizhi was unable to grasp the medical case with both hands, and let it fall into the dust, but Ping Yizhi just slumped on the ground weakly, and closed his eyes tiredly .

"Is this a medical skill from outside?" After a long time, Ping Yizhi asked hoarsely.

Chen Ang didn't answer, but carefully picked up Ping Yizhi's medical records, cleaned them up, and put them together with his own medical skills respectfully.

"What are you still doing with that embarrassing thing? Throw it away! Throw it away! Throw it away cleanly." Ping Yizhi trembled and shook his hand, with tears streaming down his eyes, he turned his head and couldn't bear to look again.

Chen Ang was silent, and said.

"I have never heard of a tower built without accumulation! I have never heard of a superb medical skill that appears out of thin air. Martial arts and medicine, although the peak of genius can be achieved, but the pinnacle of genius still stands in this mortal world. On the basis!"

"Your and my medical wisdom are the beneficiaries and pioneers on the avenue paved by countless doctors and doctors who have worked hard for thousands of years. They are the most beautiful flowers that have bloomed in the art of medicine! The reason why I I am taller than you because I am standing on the shoulders of more people, not because I am superior to you!"

"Today, you discarded it like a shoe, but you lost the heart of a pioneer who overcame thorns and thorns! You looked at other people's towers and felt ashamed, but you never looked back. That peak and high platform never rose. Yu Weimo? Changes in yin and yang, and ups and downs of the five qi are also the avenues of medicine. You must know that China has been through the ages, and it is not inferior to others!"

Ping raised his head in surprise, looked at a brand-new medical book in front of him, and opened it again, only to find that it was full of acupuncture, herbs, guidance, Qi training, meridians, yin and yang dialectics, and the organs, circulation, and blood vessels just now. , Microorganisms are quite different.

But I see one by one wet pen and ink, writing all kinds of wonderful theories that I have never seen before, and there are several wonderful methods of hope and diagnosis. Learning has never surpassed Pan Li in this book.

"Chinese medicine has a long history and a powerful momentum. When you notice a minor ailment at its infancy, you adjust the body before it occurs. It is the pursuit of medicine to strengthen the body and prevent all diseases. Just as Bian Que said. I follow the way of martial arts , expounding the changes of the four seasons, the rise and fall of yin and yang, and wanting to use the way of Chinese medicine to make everyone in the world strong and healthy, free from all diseases, and also want to describe the changes in the body's qi mechanism, the way of the three treasures."

"It's just that such a grand plan cannot be done by me alone. I only hope that this book will be published in the world and inspire the world, so that medicine will prosper and everything will be renewed!"

Chen Ang watched Ping Yizhi's eyes gradually brighten up, and his body gradually became alive. He smiled slightly, and read aloud a medical case written by Ping Yizhi, and then used sharp words to dissect it one by one, targeting Ping Yizhi The means, and even a few words, describe its medical theory, cause and effect, and everything it says is right.

Ping Yizhi was gradually fascinated by listening, and when he heard certain places, he couldn't help but say something, either agreeing or refuting, and they all hit the point, and even analyzed and rebutted based on the points of view in the two medical books he had just read. , Chen Ang also discussed with him one by one, the two were elated, and before they knew it, the night was over, and the golden crow rose from the east.

"Brother Ping!" Chen Ang got up and put his horse on his arm, and stood outside the long pavilion, "I have something to say, please listen!"

"The prosperity of the times is also the newness of the times. This is the prosperous age of medicine. It is the time when the secrets of heaven are beginning to move, all phenomena are renewed, and a hundred schools of thought are contending. Medicine overcomes thorns and thorns, paves the way for future generations, describes the human body with yin and yang, and becomes a great doctor in the prosperous age, not letting the sages!"

"If I can surpass me and open up a new world of medicine, I am very lucky! I will definitely learn from Brother Ping."

Ping pointed his finger at Chen Ang riding his horse away, and suddenly a childish voice from the past sounded in his ear, saying word by word: "Anyone who cures a disease must calm his nerves and resolve his mind. He has no desires or desires. He first expresses a heart of great compassion and compassion, and vows to be universal." Rescue the suffering of the soul. If someone comes to ask for help due to illness, he should not ask whether he is high or low, rich or poor, whether he is old or young, whether he hates relatives or friends, whether Huayi is stupid, wise, or universal, all of them are like close relatives..."

He suddenly laughed loudly, picked up the three books on the ground, hugged them like treasures in his arms, and walked away in the morning light, shouting in his mouth: "Don't look forward and backward, worry about your own good and bad, and protect your life. Seeing that he is distressed If you have it yourself, you will be deeply saddened. Don’t avoid cold weather, day and night cold and heat, and body fatigue, and go to the rescue with all your heart, without any effort to show your heart. This can be a great doctor for the common people..."

Under the morning light, his shadow became longer and longer. Elder Wang looked back, and the short and fat figure grew a little taller. Wang Cheng stared blankly as they turned their backs and left each other, and suddenly collapsed on the ground. Looking at the dilapidated pavilion, I don't know what to think.

Today in the pavilion, the famous murderer Ping Yizhi died at the hands of Chen Ang, and the only one who survived was the Jishi genius doctor Ping Yizhi.