I am Jinshan Youxia

"roll!"

Zhang Chengyi opened his mouth and a rolling sound wave spread out with the support of his internal force. Xu Chongxiao felt his power dissipate, his head spin, and a sweet taste in his throat.

"Pfft!" After spitting out a mouthful of blood, he collapsed to the ground, his eyes closed and his face ashen.

Shan Boshan, one of the five heroes of the Shan family who attacked with a knife, froze in place. With a clang, his knife fell to the ground, blood flowing from his ears, eyes, nostrils, and mouth. He then fell backward, his breath extremely weak, clearly suffering from severe internal injuries.

"Boshan!"

Dan Zheng's voice was tinged with anxiety. He and his four sons then surrounded Zhang Chengyi, each wielding a knife to attack different weaknesses, creating a formidable net.

"boom!"

The next second, all five people were sent flying backward at the same time. Some flew through the wall with a thud, while others smashed through the window with a crack, moving several times faster than when they came.

The so-called five heroes of the Shan family, who were casually killed by Qiao Feng, were truly worthless and incompetent.

Zhang Chengyi didn't even realize he had met Shan Zheng once before; Shan Zheng was too incompetent to be worth his attention.

"What, are you going up too?" He turned to look at an old monk who had arrived late.

This bald monk is the abbot of Jingfu Temple, and also a monk from Qingliang Temple on Mount Wutai, holding a certificate of ordination. He is Xu Chongxiao's junior brother.

It was he who transformed Gyeongbokgung Temple, which had not been granted an official designation, into a temple with flourishing incense offerings.

According to Xue Muhua, while the martial arts of Qingliang Temple on Mount Wutai are not good, the abbot, Shenshan Shangren, is quite powerful. He is known as one of the two Arhats, "Dragon Subduer" and "Tiger Tamer," along with Abbot Xuanci of Shaolin Temple. However, he is also ambitious and has a sharp edge. Therefore, Jingfu Temple is very likely a pawn put down by Qingliang Temple.

That's why I didn't get into trouble for trading intelligence in the underworld; otherwise, I was sure someone would have come looking for trouble.

The abbot of Jingfu Temple was in a dilemma. His strength was at most on par with Shan Zheng, but he lived a little further away, so he arrived a step later and didn't even see clearly how the five members of the Shan family lost.

witchcraft?

He was filled with doubt and apprehension, so he clasped his hands together and said, "Could you please speak with Xu, benefactor?"

"We have no grudges or grievances." Zhang Chengyi sensed that the other party might repeat the same old questions and answers about grudges they had just discussed, so he simply said, "I just want to ask him to come with me."

"You have a problem with that?"

The abbot of Jingfu Temple glanced at Shan Boshan, who was lying on the ground and whose breathing was getting weaker and weaker. He felt a chill rise from his spine and went straight to the back of his head. At that moment, his eyes became clear and he said, "Since the benefactor is willing to invite Senior Brother Xu as a guest, this old monk is naturally willing to do so."

"However, I would like to ask that you leave your name."

“Jinshan Wanderer.” Zhang Chengyi picked up Xu Chongxiao, who was sitting on the ground pretending to be dead after using his internal energy to heal his injuries, and said, “Zhang Chengyi.”

"If Qingliang Temple or the Beggars' Sect want to cause trouble, they can come to me anytime."

He grinned, revealing two rows of clean, sharp teeth, then picked up Xu Chongxiao and left in a flash.

The abbot of Jingfu Temple did not hesitate and stepped forward to stabilize Shan Boshan's injuries. The monks from the temple came over in a few scattered ways, and soon carried the other five members of the Shan family who had fainted to the meditation room.

He looked at the six members of the Shan family, father and sons, lying neatly in their positions, and sighed.

Curing them would be a waste of food, but not curing them is not an option either. Besides the six fathers and sons who are all over the place trying to scam people, the Shan family also has more than two hundred disciples who come looking for trouble. The small Jingfu Temple can't handle them.

"Send a letter to invite Master Tan and Master Tan from Chongxiao Cave in the Taihang Mountains," the abbot of Jingfu Temple said to his disciple.

Such severe injuries can probably only be treated by the two Tan family members.

Of course, being able to heal doesn't mean being able to heal well; you also need to find a miracle doctor, like...

Xue Muhua.

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A few minutes later, at the inn.

"Boom!"

Xu Chongxiao was thrown to the ground, gritting his teeth and enduring the pain all over his body, without moving an inch. He knew that the other party knew he was awake, but he just closed his eyes and pretended to be dead. Such a peerless master, if you don't kill me immediately, then you must want something from me.

Either you kill me, or I'll play dead.

"Click~" He heard the expert who had captured him leave the room and close the door before he quietly opened his eyes.

A very ordinary guesthouse room.

He endured the pain and quietly stood up. He went to the window, looked out, and roughly determined the location, without thinking of running away immediately.

The men who captured him were incredibly strong. Where could he possibly run to? The only reinforcements, the six members of the Shan family, were either dead or crippled. His junior brother was clearly outnumbered. The most important thing was to determine his location and secretly use a code to inform the person who could come to his rescue.

"Squeak~"

The door opened, and Xu Chongxiao, hearing footsteps approaching, had already lay back down on the ground, feigning death. A familiar voice rang out:

"Elder Xu, it would be best if you didn't move around unnecessarily."

The Divine Doctor Xue?!

Xu Chongxiao couldn't help but open his eyes and saw a familiar face.

Chapter 19 has the style of the famous scholars of the Wei and Jin dynasties.

"Long time no see, Elder Xu."

Xue Muhua looked down at his old acquaintance lying on the ground from his high position.

"Dr. Xue, were you also captured by 'that person'?"

Xu Chongxiao deliberately lowered his voice and asked.

Xue Muhua smiled and said, "We'll be setting off tomorrow, Elder Xu, don't cause me any trouble."

"You!" Xu Chongxiao realized something, and was speechless for a moment, saying, "You and that person..."

He couldn't understand how this legendary doctor, with his status in the martial arts world, could associate with a bandit.

Kidnapping him is possible, but neither the Beggars' Sect, Qingliang Temple, nor the Shan family will let it go easily. If things get out of hand, the Beggars' Sect can raise a righteous cause and call upon many heroes to come to their aid at any time.

That would mean making an enemy of the entire martial arts world, and the consequences would be self-evident.

"Dr. Xue, if you could help me..."

Xue Muhua smiled and interrupted Xu Chongxiao, saying, "Go to sleep early." In his view, the other party was nothing more than a frog in a well.

His residence was very close to Leigu Mountain. After receiving his master's message, he was the first to return. When he arrived, he saw his grandmaster and the head of the family sparring on the mountaintop like immortals, with a single palm strike or finger pointing at them having the force of an overwhelming force.

In the past, in order to find a way to fight against Ding Chunqiu, he exchanged his medical skills for various martial arts techniques. He learned a wide variety of skills, and although his martial arts skills were not high, his knowledge was definitely second to none.

The master and the patriarch displayed skills that could not be described as those of peerless masters; they were more like immortals incarnate.

He must be bored to go against the head of the family's wishes.

After speaking, he stepped outside, closed the door, and quietly stood guard outside.

Xu Chongxiao was completely bewildered. He couldn't understand why that person wanted to capture him, nor could he understand why Doctor Xue was so loyal to him.

why?

Filled with doubt, he spent a sleepless night. The next morning, Xue Muhua, who was guarding outside the door, came in and took him downstairs, where he met a short, thin old man.

“Mr. Congbian, Su Xinghe.” He recognized the man at a glance.

Living a long life and surviving for a long time always has some advantages.

To his surprise, Xue Muhua bowed respectfully and said, "Master."

"Elder Xu, please sit down." Su Xinghe nodded, gesturing for his disciple to rest to the side, and said in a calm tone.

Xu Chongxiao sat calmly opposite him and said, "I never imagined that Doctor Xue would be a member of the Deaf-Mute Sect."

“Things from the past are nothing to laugh about.” Su Xinghe had no intention of getting close to him. He said, “Eat up. After Grandpa Zhang comes down for his meal, we’ll set off.”

He didn't want a prisoner to dine with his master, so he called the man down to eat a bite beforehand.

Xu Chongxiao was seriously injured last night and couldn't sleep all night because of his racing thoughts. His stomach was empty. Looking at the food on the table, he suppressed his appetite and asked, "It seems that I have never had any dealings with the Deaf-Mute Sect."

Forget about the festival, he had only met the deaf-mute old man in front of him once.

Su Xinghe ignored the man and ate slowly and elegantly. Although he didn't look particularly handsome, his every move was that of a refined scholar.

He had no idea what Grandpa Zhang wanted to do or what there was to talk about.

Xu Chongxiao was met with a cold shoulder. After asking several questions without receiving any answers, he could no longer suppress his hunger and began to wolf down his food as much as he could while trying to remain composed.

Having lived a life of luxury for many years, becoming a prisoner was a feeling I had never experienced before.

About half an hour later, Zhang Chengyi leisurely went downstairs to have a meal, while Xu Chongxiao, having finished eating and drinking, stood by and watched coldly.

He found that this Jinshan wanderer was vulgar in his speech and actions, and did not seem to come from a prestigious family, making him somewhat out of place with Su Xinghe.

Judging from the qualities of the master and servant, they are completely opposite.

Just because of his superior martial arts skills?

Xu Chongxiao wondered if there was some hidden reason, such as coercion or enticement. He was confused and left the inn after Zhang Chengyi finished eating.

Two carriages, one after the other, swayed and staggered away from Gyeongbokgung Temple, with several monks following at a distance, not daring to approach.

For the next few days, Xu Chongxiao was led by this group at a leisurely pace. He knew that he was injured and could not run far, so he cooperated very well.

He left many marks along the way, and even used other marks to try to deceive people, hoping for reinforcements to arrive, but these people ignored him and seemed to care nothing about what he was doing.

Suspecting a trap, he repeatedly used coded language to warn the reinforcements to be careful of a pitfall.

Soon, the carriage stopped near a temple.

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The street in front of the temple in the county town.

"Uncle Zhang, we've arrived."

Su Xinghe stopped the carriage and was about to find a place to park when he suddenly saw a monk and a scholar standing at the entrance of the wild temple. The two seemed to be arguing, and the faint sound of their conversation drifted over.

Well, it was less like conversation and more like the monk hurling insults at her.

"You son of a bitch, you rotten-ass eunuch, get out!"

"An insult to civility! An insult to civility!" The scholar's lips trembled with anger. He saw the monk roll up his sleeves, revealing his thick arms, and take a step forward with a face full of rage. He immediately covered his face and retreated, stumbling and running away.

After the monk chased the other person away, he sighed, looking somewhat melancholy.

“Master, Uncle Zhang, that is Monk Huiming.”

Xue Muhua leaned closer and whispered.