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Chapter 597 Medical Apprenticeship from Zhang Wuji

"Son~"

"Don't make trouble."

Tan Wenjie raised his hand and pushed away the flamboyant man who was leaning in.

He was completely absorbed in studying the secret manuals and divine skills of the Four Death Gods, and had no interest in matters of men and women at this time.

Da Fengsao glanced angrily at the manual in his hand, then turned to look at the immortal.

The immortal being, whose head had just been pieced together and was being finely chopped into mincemeat, suddenly felt a chill. His eyes rolled and rolled, meeting the murderous gaze of the flamboyant man.

It's all that bastard's fault for taking out a secret manual and trying to lead the young master astray.

Let's keep going, keep going...

"Sister, what are you doing?" Little Flirt asked immediately when she saw Big Flirt suddenly draw her sword and stand up.

This step wasn't part of their plan to seduce Tan Wenjie using their beauty.

"I need to chop the fatty parts into minced meat, and then chop the lean parts into minced meat as well!"

"I'll help you!"

Tan Wenjie shook his head and sighed. He was easily startled and seemed flirtatious, but he was actually quite innocent. He was good for dating, but not suitable for marriage. Otherwise, he would definitely lose a piece of flesh one night if he was not careful.

Wait, it seems I have an iron head and iron arms, making me invulnerable to swords and spears. Then I'm fine.

His gaze returned to the "Grimoire of Death," and he was surprised to find that it was extremely eerie.

The secret manual is not difficult to master, but it requires four people to practice with you, including "Persistent Persistence", "Unavoidable Death", "One-Hit Kill", and "Never Die".

Only by working together can the four of them improve their martial arts skills. Each time one person is missing, the training will become more difficult, until finally they can no longer make any progress.

As for how he could never die, Tan Wenjie looked up at the immortal being hacked at by Da Fengsao with his sword. His body was dead beyond dead, but he would immediately "revive" after Da Fengsao stopped.

It is well worth studying.

He'll try to scatter the other person's soul later and see how it goes.

"Brother." Big Flying Knife approached Tan Wenjie.

I hate people who have no sense of propriety. Can't they see I'm here thinking about how to look cool?

Tan Wenjie continued flipping through the manual and casually asked, "Have we met this stranger before?"

"I am Han Chong, the Flying Dagger."

"Oh, it's you."

"You didn't even look up, and you said you recognized me?"

Thinking about the problems he would face next, Han Chong decided to suppress his temper and be more polite. He couldn't beat them in a fight, and he couldn't poach their employees either.

He suddenly realized that apart from asking Tan Wenjie not to be too rough when he hugged Da Fengsao at night, he had no other way to help her.

Big Flying Knife: "I have relationship problems I'd like to consult about."

Tan Wenjie: "Don't joke around. Do I look like someone who's good at picking up girls? You've got the wrong person."

Big Flying Knife nodded repeatedly: "Yes, it looks just like it."

She can outshine everyone so many times and still keep them coming back for more; she must have some serious skills.

"I think I'm not as good as you, up and down, left and right, front and back."

"What is that? It sounds amazing. Is it some kind of unparalleled martial art? Let's discuss it sometime."

"Forget it! Get to the point, don't sexually harass me, or I'll beat you up."

"It's like this." Big Flying Knife scratched his head, turned to look at Little Flying Knife, and only after confirming that the other was staring blankly at Little Flirtatious did he lower his voice and ask softly, "I have some relationship problems I'd like to consult about."

"Second Uncle, do you also have relationship problems?"

Little Flying Knife appeared out of nowhere, and her exclamation startled Big Flying Knife, and even the two flamboyant figures in the distance turned to look.

Big Flying Knife: "..."

How come he didn't know this kid was so good at light footwork, or that he was so gossipy?

"Ahem, it's like this," Big Flying Knife cleared his throat, "I have a friend."

Tan Wenjie: (￢_￢) staring

Big Flying Knife: (˙ε˙) Cute

Little Flying Knife: "Do I know my second uncle's friend?"

Look, there's an honest man here.

Little Flying Knife scratched his head: "Why are you all staring at me?"

Under Tan Wenjie's disdainful gaze, Big Flying Knife turned his head left and right, whistling uncomfortably as he continued to tell his story.

"Well, anyway, I have a friend who's been pursuing a woman for a long time," Big Flying Knife said. "They have a pretty good relationship, although that woman always steals my friend's money and bounties."

Little Flying Knife asked in confusion, "Bounty? How come your friend is in the same line of work, Uncle?"

"Nonsense! Of course we're in the same industry. Don't mess around, or I won't know what to say next."

"Oh."

Big Flying Knife continued, "I feel... no, my friend feels that there might be an ambiguous relationship between the two, but for some reason, after an ordinary-looking man appeared, the woman suddenly became very cold towards him. Brother, what should my friend do?"

Tan Wenjie: "I'd like to ask you first, what are your thoughts on that woman..."

“My friend!” Big Flying Knife corrected.

He had always cultivated an image of a womanizing playboy in front of Little Flying Dagger, but now that he'd been exposed, his dignity as the second uncle was gone.

So even if you grit your teeth and break them, you have to endure it.

“Sorry, your friend,” Tan Wenjie nodded, “how did your friend determine that woman was interested in you?”

Big Flying Knife: "Of course I know, otherwise why wouldn't she go and rob someone else? She must be interested in me!"

Tan Wenjie and Xiao Feidao turned their heads to look in perfect unison: (￢_￢)_￢)
Now you admit that you are yourself.

"You stole my friend!" Big Flying Knife immediately changed his tune.

Tan Wenjie raised his hand and patted the other person on the shoulder: "Brother Passerby, please pass on a message to your friend for me."

"what?"

"No one will suddenly dislike you; it's just that you suddenly realize it."

Big Flying Knife burst into tears: "Waaaaah, Master, I've got it!"

Tan Wenjie nodded happily.

It's no wonder he worked part-time at the Yue Lao Temple before; he hasn't neglected his skills in giving inspirational speeches and preaching.

Big Flying Knife: "Master, there is one more thing I would like to ask you."

"Go on," Tan Wenjie nodded readily.

"Could you please not use too much force? I'm afraid it will hurt her."

Damn, there's even a Minotaur storyline.

Tan Wenjie: "How about you pay to help open an inn later, so you can feel a sense of participation?"

Big Flying Knife: "Thank you, Master!"

"..."

"what!"

Suddenly, a loud, flamboyant scream came from afar.

Tan Wenjie twitched his nose slightly. Very few people can distinguish between demons and gods with their eyes; otherwise, fiery eyes and heavenly eyes would not have become iconic features.

However, demonic energy is difficult to conceal; the greater the difference in strength, the more obvious the similar aura becomes.

Therefore, most of the time, deities don't say they've seen monsters, but rather that there's an aura of evil.

He had just caught a very faint scent of evil. He looked up abruptly and saw that Da Fengsao had dropped his sword, but a faint wisp of black energy had seeped into the gap between Da Fengsao's fingernails.

"How are you?" Big Flying Knife leaned over and asked with concern.

Then Big Flying Knife also cried out "Ah!", but this time the wisp of black smoke disappeared into his buttocks.

The pain was only momentary. After wiggling his butt and finding nothing wrong, Big Flying Knife stopped caring and instead looked at Big Flirt with a worried gaze, hoping to melt the other's heart with his affectionate and tender eyes.

The flamboyant woman didn't even glance at him. She ran to Tan Wenjie, clutching her hand, and said in a coquettish voice, "My finger got stung! You just chopped him into mincemeat! That's so mean! It hurts so much!"

Tan Wenjie: "..."

He grabbed Da Fengsao's wrist, looked down to observe, and realized that his third eye had been opened.

His gaze, like a searchlight, swept across Da Fengshao's palm, seeing through his skin and penetrating his bones and meridians.

Indeed, evil energy has entered the body and is rapidly traveling along the meridians towards Da Fengsao's heart.

The difference in their strength was significant, so if Tan Wenjie was in danger, it was very likely true. Moreover, the two were so close, and looking at his nose, cheeks, and eyes, Da Fengsao heard the noisy thumping sounds again.

Who on earth is making such a blatant, loud noise with their heart pounding?

It was me all along.

Her cheeks were burning, and her gaze was fixed on Tan Wenjie.

Is there any danger?

“That’s right, it’s highly poisonous.” Tan Wenjie nodded. “We must get rid of the poison as soon as possible.”

It's hard to say what the consequences will be if strange and evil energy enters the body.

"Then, what should we do?"

"Undress."

"what?"

Da Fengsao turned to look at the others, then lowered his head.

"That's not a good idea, there are so many people."

Just as Tan Wenjie was about to speak again, he saw Da Fengsao raise her hand and flick it, and two pieces of cloth flew out from her wide sleeves, quickly spinning around the tree trunk and weaving into a cloth cocoon.

This scene looks familiar.

Forget it, saving people is important.

Tan Wenjie and Da Fengsao entered the cocoon.

The two sat on the floor.

The flamboyant woman asked, "Do I really have to take my clothes off?"

“Otherwise, it will affect the flow of true energy.” Tan Wenjie nodded, his gaze firm, looking every bit the upright gentleman.

He was a disciple of Zhang Wuji, whom he had never met, so how could he lie? He had to take off his clothes to treat patients.

"Well, that's fine."

Her clothes were undone, revealing her bare shoulders, and her cheeks, usually so alluring, were flushed red with embarrassment.

"Why are my shoulders so dark?" Da Fengsao noticed something was wrong when she turned her head to the side.

Beneath the fair skin, the blood vessels and veins resembled winding, twisting black snakes, ruining the aesthetic appeal.

"Do you feel anything special?" Tan Wenjie raised his hand and gently poked it.

It has a strong visual impact, but the tactile experience is just average; it feels smooth and tender without any other sensation.

I'm not sure, let me touch it again.

"I feel like my internal strength has increased." Da Fengsao tried to move his arm, "and this arm is also stronger."

She used to be able to kill one cow with a single slap, but now she feels like she could kill three cows with one slap.

She moved.

Now that the man and woman are alone together, and given that she has greatly improved her skills and is suspected of being poisoned by some kind of inexplicable poison, it's quite reasonable for her to lose control and push Tan Wenjie away.

Da Fengsao's eyes lit up, and with a "Hey!" he turned around and reached out to grab Tan Wenjie.

"Snapped."

Tan Wenjie raised his hand and grabbed her wrist, making it impossible for her to struggle no matter how hard she tried.

The gap between the two sides was so huge that Da Fengsao felt like a chick being picked up and unable to move.

"Don't make trouble."

Tan Wenjie raised his hand and gently poked, freezing Da Fengsao in place.

Under the observation of the Heavenly Eye, it was clear that after the evil energy entered the heart, it did not stop there, but instead went towards the Niwan Palace of the Great Wind and Sorrow.

The Niwan Palace, also known as the "Huangting," is the center of the spirit.

Judging from her condition, there is a very high probability that her consciousness has been affected by evil influences, amplifying her thoughts.

However, what was magnified about her was her desire to take advantage of herself; she truly lives up to her reputation as a "flirtatious womanizer."

Tan Wenjie raised his hand and gently poked Da Fengshao's forehead, then with a flick of his fingertip, he picked out a small black earthworm.

The evil energy exposed to the air posed no threat whatsoever; after wriggling and struggling for a moment, it vanished without a trace.

"Young Master~" Da Fengsao, her cheeks burning hot, leaned against Tan Wenjie's chest, panting softly as she recovered her strength.

Although the movements were simple, they had taken a huge toll on her physical strength. Now, her body felt as if all the muscles had been pulled out, and she was too lazy to move.

If the treatment only requires poking her head, why take off her clothes? Does it mean that her cheeks are getting hotter and hotter, and her whole body is also running a fever?

Tan Wenjie slapped him.

Snapped!
"Put on your clothes and go out. Oh, and let Big Flying Knife in."

Da Fengsao suddenly looked up: "Huh?"

The story unfolded completely differently than she had imagined. At this point, it shouldn't be... why... but...

Tan Wenjie: "What are you 'ah' about? You don't understand healing, what are you standing there for? Go now!"

The large throwing knife, which was guarding outside the cocoon, bit into his sleeve, his eyes reddening.

There's nothing I can do except cheer myself on.

Suddenly, a crisp "snap" sound came from inside, and he seemed to have all his strength drained away, freezing in place without moving.

A moment later, a crack appeared in the cloth cocoon, and Da Fengsao, who was tidying her clothes, walked out with a flushed face.

To think it happened so quickly, Big Flying Knife didn't know whether he should be happy or sad.

"Han Chong, you go in." Da Fengsao gritted his teeth and looked at Da Feidao as if he were looking at a love rival.

"I?"

"Let me go in and heal your wounds."

"Oh."

Dafeidao, still dazed, entered the cocoon. Remembering what he had overheard outside about Dafengsao being asked to take off her clothes, he bit his lip and clutched his collar.

"Wait," Tan Wenjie raised his hand to stop him, "You don't need to take it off!"

"Oh." Big Knife breathed a sigh of relief.

"I don't need it?" Then he suddenly woke up.

He is now certain that Tan Wenjie deliberately took advantage of Da Fengsao, and is now deliberately not taking advantage of himself.

Tan Wenjie's eyes swept over Han Chong's Niwan Palace like X-rays, then he raised his hand and poked down with a finger. Electricity crackled from his fingertip, successfully expelling a wisp of evil energy.

"Hiss, whoosh—" Big Knife suddenly shivered, "Ah, that feels good!"

It seems he misunderstood. He didn't expect it to actually work. Moreover, he felt as if he had suddenly had a full bowel movement, and the smooth feeling in his buttocks made him want to burst into song.

“You’re lucky this thing didn’t get into your dantian.” Tan Wenjie casually dispersed the evil energy. “Otherwise, you would have had to drink children’s urine to cure it.”

The essence of evil is close to some kind of unspeakable evil spirit, and the urine of a child is an extremely yang substance, which is exactly the opposite.

As for what to do if the evil energy is too strong and the urine of a young boy cannot dispel it... Talking about the effect without considering the dosage is just being irresponsible. As long as there is enough urine of a young boy, even if the opponent is a demon lord from the demon realm, it can still break through his defenses and cause fatal damage.

"Boy's urine?" Big Flying Knife's eyes lit up. "I have some myself."

Tan Wenjie: "..."

Are we talking about children's urine? Please don't go off-topic.

This stopped Da Feidao's plan to use local ingredients, digest the original broth, and drink children's urine to enhance the therapeutic effect.

"Can't drink?"

"I suggest you find a secluded place to drink next time."

Never eat with Big Flying Knife again. He has extremely strong tastes and needs to be marked.

"The immortal corpse has rotted!" came Xiao Fengsao's exclamation.

Tan Wenjie turned his head and saw that the pile of rotten flesh that would never die was gradually disappearing.

"Did we win?" Da Fengsao asked.

The most troublesome ones are all dead, even those that never die; the others are no longer a problem.

Tan Wenjie took out the "Death Mystery Manual".