The First Sword of the Universe

Chapter 141 Hu Qingniu, do you know the art of eye replacement?

In the battle of Floating Cloud Mountain, the villain Xie Xun fell off a cliff.
Someone once hung on a rope and went down to the bottom of the valley to check, and saw only bloodstains all over the ground and a few bloody human bones that had been gnawed by wild beasts.

In addition, there are some torn clothes, yellow hair, and other odds and ends.
Thus, the news that Xie Xun was buried at the bottom of the valley and eaten by wild beasts spread in the martial arts world.

Some martial artists who had grudges against him felt that their revenge had been achieved and were very happy. They held banquets at home for three consecutive days to celebrate!

In addition to the news of Xie Xun's death, there was another piece of news circulating at the same time.

A guy wearing a red robe, a high crown and a mask on his face, called himself Dongfang Bubai. He was swift and had superb swordsmanship. He had also mastered the martial arts skills and was unfathomable.
It was this man who killed the evil villain Xie Xun in the battle of Floating Cloud Mountain and took away the Dragon Slaying Sword.

According to the personal accounts of those who were present that day
At that time, Dongfang Bubai, dressed in a bright red robe, stood on the top of Fuyun Mountain, holding high the Dragon Slaying Sword, looking down upon the world with his imposing manner, like a king.
There were more than a thousand martial artists present, but not one dared to step forward and snatch it.
Since then, Xie Xun died, the Dragon Slaying Sword disappeared, and the disputes in the martial arts world were actually calmed down a lot.

However, there is an invisible hand stirring up the world in secret, and it will not let this hard-won peace last too long.
On the official road to southern Anhui
A horse-drawn carriage was moving leisurely. The driver was a young man about twenty years old, with ordinary looks and plain clothes. He looked like a groom from an ordinary family.

The rear carriage is made of old wood and has simple decoration. Apart from being sturdy, it has no other advantages.

There was a curtain hanging at the door. The wind blew the curtain and a tall figure could be vaguely seen sitting inside.

Xu Xingchen, dressed as a groom, saw that there was no one around, so he smiled and said, "Master, have you adapted to your new identity these days?"

Inside the carriage, Xie Xun's head was completely bald, even his eyebrows were shaved off, and he was wearing a gray robe, dressed like a monk.

The face was also retouched and painted, and even a pair of realistic "eyes" were painted on the tightly closed eyelids with pen, ink and rouge.

Compared with his previous image, he is like a completely different person!

When he fell off the cliff from Fuyun Mountain, he landed on a large net that was set up in advance under the clouds and mist, and was able to successfully pretend to be dead and escape.
Hearing the sound coming from the door, he listened carefully to the surrounding movements. After a moment, he said in a hoarse voice: "I never thought that one day, I would need to disguise myself as someone else in order to survive."

Listening to Xie Xun's voice, which had temporarily become hoarse due to some drugs, Xu Xingchen couldn't help but feel a little happy. He swung his whip and said leisurely: "Master, hide your identity for the time being. In the future, you can find a chance to seek revenge on your master."

Xie Xun was silent for a long while, then asked in a hoarse voice: "Your true qi is so ordinary, how come you can comprehend the divine aspect of martial arts?"

".It is actually deeper than what I understood."

Xu Xingchen sighed and said, "I can't explain it to you clearly, because this is a talent!"

Xie Xun snorted coldly, somewhat unwilling to pay any attention to the boy outside.

After a while, he asked again: "When we were on Floating Cloud Mountain, did you ever think about really killing me?"

Xu Xingchen replied: "I have no grudge against you, why would I want to kill you? As for the knife, isn't it lying in this carriage? If I want it, I can take it away anytime!"

Xie Xun said: "You have done a lot to express your gratitude to my fifth brother for saving your life. Now, I owe you my life!"

Xu Xingchen laughed and said, "Since you feel you owe me something, then keep it. I may be able to repay you in the future."

The two chatted idly while the carriage moved forward slowly.

Along the way, they passed through many towns and markets without attracting anyone's attention. Instead, they heard many legends about the two people.

The battle at Fuyun Mountain was passed down by word of mouth among martial artists, with embellishments and descriptions making it even more exciting than the actual facts.

Whether it is Xie Xun's "Lion's Roar Divine Appearance" or Dongfang Bubai's "Green Mountain Divine Appearance", they have been discussed and admired by many martial artists.

Some people also speculated about the true identity of Dongfang Bubai.
Every time Xu Xingchen heard people talking about the "Qingshan Divine Appearance", he would smile with satisfaction in his heart.

After many battles, his control over his "Huashan First Sword" has become increasingly profound. Now, he can easily modify some of its contents, such as removing the influence of the ancient call and shout.
If those people at that time heard the shout of "Huashan", I'm afraid that the Huashan Sect in this world would cause trouble for him.

After more than ten days of driving, the carriage entered the northern Anhui region.
Soon, the two men arrived at the shore of Nushan Lake, got off the carriage, pulled open a secret box from the bottom of the carriage, took out the long wooden box stored inside, and then abandoned the carriage and left.

Under Xie Xun's guidance, they walked through a forest, crossed a rocky canyon, made many twists and turns in the mountains, and finally entered a hidden valley.

At this time, the spring breeze is greening the south bank of the river.
In the valley, the grass is green, the flowers are in full bloom, and there are butterflies flying around. There are many of them and they are of different kinds. Sometimes they gather into rivers, and sometimes they scatter like stars in the sky.

The beauty of the scenery is rare in the world!

Not far away, there are five or six thatched huts. A wisp of smoke rises from the roof, curling up into the sky, and the smell of herbs wafts out from inside.

There was a thatched cottage in the middle, with the door wide open. The two walked in one after another and saw a middle-aged man sitting in the side hall. He looked handsome and was reading a book. Next to a stove nearby, a boy was carefully watching the fire and boiling herbs.

Hearing the noise, the middle-aged man looked up and saw the first young man, who was carrying a long wooden box and was dressed in ordinary clothes, like a servant. He did not pay much attention to him and shifted his gaze to look at the sturdy man dressed as a monk.

After looking and thinking again, he felt that this monk seemed familiar, but he really couldn't remember who he was. He stood up, stepped forward, clasped his fists and asked: "Excuse me, brother, who is this master in the sect?"

Xie Xun turned his head to look in the direction of the voice, clasped his hands together, and said in a hoarse voice: "Brother Hu, I haven't seen you for many years. How have you been recently? I am Xie Xun."

"What?" Hu Qingniu was shocked and looked at him carefully again. He found that many things on the tall monk's face had changed. Even his eyes, which looked vivid, were painted on his eyelids with ink.

If you don't get close and observe carefully, it will be difficult to be discovered for a while.

Hu Qingniu quickly asked the two to sit down, poured two cups of tea, and said in amazement: "Thank you, brother. A few days ago, I heard from the brothers in the sect that you were knocked off the cliff and buried in the belly of a wild beast. I still feel regretful in my heart."

"I didn't expect that you would appear in front of me alive today. This is such a great joy."

In his old days, Xie Xun traveled all over the world, fighting with others, and getting injured was a common occurrence. Therefore, he was also a frequent visitor to Butterfly Valley and had a good relationship with Hu Qingniu.

The two of them reminisced and sighed, and before they knew it, half an hour had passed.

Hu Qingniu then straightened his expression and asked, "Brother Xie, are you injured again when you came here this time?"

Xie Xun hesitated for a moment and said, "When I was practicing the Seven Injury Fist, I injured my heart meridian. I wonder if Brother Hu has any way to treat it?"

Hu Qingniu was startled, and said thoughtfully: "The heart meridian is injured, which is a bit difficult to deal with. However, if Brother Xie can stay with me for a while longer, it is not impossible to cure it."

Xie Xun said: "I am now a figure who has been removed from the martial arts world, and no one will bother me."

"This time, I will stay in Brother Hu's Butterfly Valley for a while longer. I'll trouble Brother Hu for everything!"

Xu Xingchen, who was sitting nearby, saw that Hu Qingniu had ignored him from beginning to end except for handing him a cup of tea. He knew that the other party had misunderstood his identity, but he didn't take it seriously.

Seeing that the two had reached an agreement, he pretended to be curious and asked, "Doctor Hu, can you cure Uncle Xie's eyes?"

Hu Qingniu turned around and asked in surprise, "Brother Xie, is this person your nephew or nephew?"

Xie Xun shook his head and said, "No, this is a little brother I made friends with when I was overseas. It is all thanks to this little brother that I was able to survive the disaster and come here safely."

Hu Qingniu knew from Xie Xun's vague statement that a lot of things must have happened between the two of them, so he had no intention of asking further questions.

After some introduction, when he learned that Xu Xingchen was not a member of the Ming Cult, his attitude became much colder.

He said: "Brother Xie's eyes are not suffering from eye disease, but have been stabbed blind. In this case, how can they be cured?!"

Xu Xingchen smiled and said calmly: "My family has been doing business for generations, and I know many secrets that ordinary people don't know."

"Rumor has it that in the Northern Song Dynasty, there was a Xiaoyao Sect that could transplant a living person's eyes into another person's eye sockets, allowing the blind person to see again."

"I thought that the Butterfly Medical Fairy was the most powerful medical expert in the world today, but I didn't expect that he still can't do it?"

Xie Xun, who was standing by, was shocked, thinking of Xu Xingchen's suggestion that he come to Butterfly Valley to find Hu Qingniu to treat his injuries and live in seclusion for a while.
Now it seems that this kid actually wants Hu Qingniu to heal his eyes.
If I could really cure his eyes
Thinking of this, even Xie Xun, who was as steady as an old dog, couldn't help but get excited.

But Hu Qingniu's words were like a bucket of cold water poured over their heads!

Hu Qingniu's eyes widened and he shouted angrily, "This is sheer nonsense. How can there be such medical skills in the world? I, Hu Qingniu, have studied medicine all my life and have never heard of such a ridiculous thing!"

Xu Xingchen ignored Hu Qingniu's glaring look and said to himself: "Nowadays, the world is in chaos and there are countless evildoers. We can catch those evildoers and try a few more times, and maybe we can succeed!"

Seeing a hint of hesitation flash across Hu Qingniu's face, Xu Xingchen knew that his words had aroused the other party's interest.

Hu Qingniu has always been quite proud of his medical skills. He says he doesn't believe it, but he is actually itching to try it.

Why couldn't he, the Butterfly Medical Immortal, do what his predecessors were able to do?

Whenever he encountered such difficult and complicated problems, he was like a drunkard encountering fine wine or a gourmet smelling the aroma of meat. How could he give it up? !
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