The Villain's Counterattack

Chapter 124 Brother Song, it’s so embarrassing

Butterfly Valley was quite remote, and everyone had just found the place by following the butterflies. However, Hu Qingniu was a stubborn man and refused to save anyone unless Zhang Wuji was willing to join the Sky Eagle Sect. Even Chang Yuchun threatened him with his life and he would not make an exception. Song Qingshu watched from the side, but Hu Qingniu never considered him as existing from beginning to end.

Their farce was an eye-opener for Song Qingshu. He couldn't bear to watch it any longer before he said, "Hu Qingniu, although you are known as the Medical Immortal and your medical skills may be very advanced, the cold poison in Xiao Wuji is not trivial. It is caused by the legendary and lost 'Mysterious Nether Divine Palm'. It has been over two years now, and even I can only think of three methods, but for some reason, it is difficult to implement them. I am afraid you are still a little lacking in skills."

"Who are you?" Hu Qingniu glanced at him and said, "How dare you, a young boy, brag so arrogantly in front of me?"

As he spoke, he grabbed Zhang Wuji's wrist, only to feel a chill and a very strange pulse beat, which startled him. Then he concentrated again and felt the pulse, which seemed to be very similar to the legendary "Mysterious Nether Palm", which made him quite interested for a moment.

This kind of difficult and complicated disease suits him best. He was a little conflicted for a moment, but finally thought of a good idea, which was to cure him first and then kill him, so that it would not be considered breaking the rules. However, the boy said that there were already three ways to cure it, but he did not believe it.

"Leave this brat with me for now. I will kill him after I heal him. For the sake of Master Zhang, I won't make things difficult for you. Just get out of here as soon as possible." Hu Qingniu glanced at Song Qingshu coldly, but he was quite dissatisfied with his demeanor. He looked like someone he hated.

"There's no rush. You look a little weird, but I'm worried about Chang Yuchun and Zhou Zhiyang. Let me lend you the herbal medicine and utensils in your thatched cottage. Once I cure Chang Yuchun, I'll leave with him." Song Qingshu has been helping Chang Yuchun with his treatment recently, and his injuries have been greatly alleviated. It's just that he was in a hurry to travel before and didn't have a good rest. Now it's time to heal completely. He doesn't want Chang Yuchun to only live to forty years old like in the original novel.

Such a talented and loyal general should not be wasted.

"Can you heal this palm injury?" Hu Qingniu was very skeptical. Song Qingshu said, "We'll know whether you can or not after a try."

"This kid is a patient and can stay with me, but you can't." Hu Qingniu ordered him to leave. Song Qingshu shook his head and said, "Then I'll come visit again tomorrow. It's late today, so let the two children and Brother Chang rest for a while. You can see how I perform tomorrow."

Why wait until tomorrow?

Song Qingshu's medical skills can only be considered good, but they are only for ordinary injuries. This palm injury can only be treated in a general way, and it needs to be resolved bit by bit. It is far less targeted than the medical skills of Hu Qingniu in the original book. He really needs to be a thief tonight.

What is a refined thief?

Book thieves are elegant thieves. Although it is not glorious, sometimes they have to do it.

Song Qingshu told Zhang Wuji not to humiliate the prestige of Wudang Sect, and then he left leisurely. Although Zhang Wuji was small, he was smart, and he opposed Hu Qingniu everywhere. It is said that long illness makes one a doctor. During the two years in Wudang Mountain, Zhang Wuji did learn a little bit from Song Qingshu, but when he practiced martial arts, he knew all the acupuncture points and blood vessels in his body like the back of his hand. He argued with Hu Qingniu, argued with him on the things he knew, and also made unreasonable demands on the things he didn't understand.

However, the acupoints in martial arts are very different from those in medicine. Hu Qingniu has few companions here, but he is quite pleased with Zhang Wuji's personality. He finds it funny that this person dares to contradict him and makes unreasonable arguments even if he doesn't understand.

That night, Song Qingshu came and, in the moonlight, flipped through Hu Qingniu's medical book "Ziwu Acupuncture and Moxibustion Classic", and then found the "Treatment of Palm Injuries" in the ninth volume "Martial Arts Chapter". After reading it carefully, he found that this guy was indeed a medical genius. However, these alone might not save Zhang Wuji's life. They could only delay the onset of his cold poison, and he might not survive until he was thirty years old.

After a quick look for two hours, Song Qingshu left without disturbing anyone. After carefully reviewing the knowledge in Hu Qingniu's medical book, Song Qingshu spent more than an hour to develop a treatment method for the Heart-Cutting Palm. However, it was very different from Hu Qingniu's method. He used the "Five Organs Body Training Exercises" which was improved from the Kongtong School's "Seven Injury Fist", combined with medicated baths and medicated foods, and the effect was even better than Hu Qingniu's acupuncture.

Early the next morning, Song Qingshu handed the medicinal bath room to Hu Qingniu's boy and asked him to help get the medicine and boil water. However, Hu Qingniu did not read what he wrote. He just listened to him saying that he wanted to treat the disease by medicinal bath, and he felt a little disapproving.

Then Song Qingshu actually lifted up Chang Yuchun, who was about to be steamed, and beat him up, causing him to vomit three liters of blood, but it was all blood clots. Then he fed him a large bowl of medicine and threw him into a medicinal bath. After doing this twice a day, Chang Yuchun's injuries were healed by 70% to 80%, which shocked Hu Qingniu.

"Kid, there seems to be something special about your punches and kicks. What's their name?" Hu Qingniu was quite curious about this kind of strange kung fu. Being able to dissolve blood stasis was indeed remarkable, but it could also hurt people. If someone was injured by his punches and kicks, how would they be treated? Hu Qingniu couldn't help but fall into a state of occupational disease.

"The Heart-Cuiting Palm evolved from the Wudang Mian Palm and Zhenshan Palm. Now, I am the only one who can use it. It is a top-level palm technique that combines both hardness and softness, and can coordinate yin and yang at will." Song Qingshu spoke nonsense casually, but it made Hu Qingniu think about it.

"I have also heard of Wudang Mian Zhang and Zhen Shan Zhang, but I didn't expect that these two martial arts could be integrated into one, the harmony of yin and yang. It is indeed a great martial art." Hu Qingniu praised, and Zhang Wuji next to him almost laughed out loud. How could he not know the origin of the "Five Organs Training Exercise" when he contributed the "Seven Injury Fist"? He just couldn't say it.

"It's just so-so. I'm naturally intelligent." Song Qingshu chuckled, casually grasped Zhang Wuji's wrist, examined him carefully for a moment, and nodded, saying, "You, Hu Qingniu, are truly quite capable. You've actually managed to dissolve quite a bit of the cold poison in Little Wuji's body. Your acupuncture and medication are actually more effective than our internal energy. Hu Qingniu, your intelligence appears to be only three or five points behind mine. You truly deserve the title of genius."

"Hmph, a true genius wouldn't go to someone else's study in the middle of the night to look through books." Hu Qingniu glanced at Song Qingshu with disdain on his face.

Song Qingshu looked around pretentiously and even whistled, with an expression that said, "I don't know what you are talking about." However, even Zhang Wuji could see that he was admitting something.

Senior Brother Song, this is so embarrassing!

Zhang Wuji also turned around and pretended not to see it. Alas, when will Senior Brother Song be able to change his bad habit of "loving to study"?

Since he had been discovered, there was no need to hide it. After tormenting Chang Yuchun, he urged Zhou Zhiyang and Zhang Wuji to practice martial arts, then swaggered into the thatched cottage and took out the "Ziwu Acupuncture and Moxibustion Classic" that he had not finished reading yesterday and read it carefully, not considering himself an outsider at all.

"You kid took it without asking, and you dare to call yourself a scholar-knight." Hu Qingniu was quite proud to see that he was the first to read his masterpiece, but he spoke without mercy.

"Bullshit Confucian hero! That thing is just a burden. This young hero doesn't want it. If you like it, I'll give it to you." Song Qingshu didn't care at all. Hu Qingniu was delighted and clapped his hands, saying, "It's indeed a bullshit Confucian hero. Even if you call yourself a Confucian hero, then you are still bullshit."

"Hehe, what I mean is that whoever calls me a Confucian hero is shit. Look at Xiao Wuji, Xiao Zhiyang, and Chang Yuchun, who has ever called me by this name? Hehe, except for a few sincere people, most of the people who call me by this name are hypocrites. Could it be that you, a pervert, are also a hypocrite at heart?" Song Qingshu's words made Hu Qingniu laugh with great satisfaction.

"You seem so interesting. If there's anything you don't understand, just ask me. I'll be generous enough to teach you a thing or two. I'm sure you won't leave empty-handed."

"No need. This thing is written in a simple and easy-to-understand way. You can get the general idea after reading it once, and you can remember most of it after reading it the second time. After reading it three or five times, you will be able to master it. There is no need for you to give me instructions. You should beat my junior brother Zhang Wuji first." Song Qingshu's carefree look made Hu Qingniu tremble with anger.

"Boy, this is Butterfly Valley. Do you believe I will drive you out?"

"Your kung fu may be good, but I can tell you responsibly that you can't beat me. If you don't want to lose face, just pretend you didn't see it. In the martial arts world, fists are the most powerful. Alas, this is the tragedy of the martial arts world. Fortunately, my fists are big enough to bully others instead of being bullied. And they will become stronger and stronger in the future, and eventually everyone except my relatives will be able to bully me."

"What an arrogant boy, but what you said does make some bullshit sense. You are indeed a Confucian hero."

"Hu Qingniu, I think you should not call me a scoundrel who watched someone in need do nothing, but just call me a stinker." The implication was that if you called me a Confucian hero, you would be admitting that you are shit. Zhang Wuji felt that the two of them were bickering and it was very harmonious and interesting.