On the river filled with thick fog, there was suddenly a faint spark that flickered on and off.
It's not the light, it's the fire.
A lonely boat, with a small red clay fire, the flickering light of the fire illuminated an old man sitting cross-legged on the bow, with a green bamboo hat, a green coir raincoat, and a head full of white hair like frost.
Waves of bitter and refreshing fragrance floated in the wind. I wonder if the thing boiling on the stove was tea or medicine?
A lonely boat, a weak fire, a lonely old man. For him, all the joys and sorrows in life must have become a passing cloud.
Xu Yin felt something in his heart, and Xie Xiaofeng also felt something. They both waved their hands at the same time, calling the old man and the boat over.
The boat docked, and although the old man was taciturn, it didn't stop the two of them from boarding the boat as if they were familiar with each other.
Although the old man did not say hello, he was very polite and poured tea. The aroma was bitter and refreshing.
Xie Xiaofeng smelled the bitter taste and asked: "Is this tea? Or medicine!"
The old man said: "Is there any difference to you?"
Xie Xiaofeng smiled and said: "That's right. Although the tea is bitter, it has a sweet aftertaste. It's always worth trying."
Xu Yin said: "I don't like bitter taste, and I drink less tea. I prefer wine."
As if by magic, he took out a wine bottle from nowhere and said to Xie Xiaofeng: "You drink tea, I drink."
But the old man said to Xu Yin: "I didn't invite you to drink at all."
He poured the water from Xu Yin's tea cup into the river.
The old man had a weird temper, and both Xie Xiaofeng and Xu Yin smiled bitterly.
Xie Xiaofeng drank the cup of tea. Being able to drink a cup of hot tea in the cold and humid mist can make the body feel more comfortable.
Xie Xiaofeng said to Xu Yin: "Let's dock at dawn."
"I think it's quite nice here. After dawn, the scenery becomes even richer."
"It's a pity that I am a dying person, so I can't leave a body on someone else's boat."
The old man said while rocking the oar: "You will not die on my boat."
Xie Xiaofeng said: "Is it because you know that this friend next to me will collect the body for me?"
"No, because since you got on my ship, you will definitely not die!"
Xu Yin's eyes lit up and he said with a smile: "I know who you are. It was really hard to find you."
The old man looked at Xu Yin and nodded. At this moment, the inexplicable tacit understanding between the two of them made Xie Xiaofeng feel a little familiar. It was the tacit understanding and sympathy between swordsmen!
He suddenly wanted to stand up, but suddenly found that his whole body was weak and weak. Not only could he not exert any strength, he could not even feel his own limbs, as if his entire body had moved away from him.
Xu Yin and the old man watched him fall on the boat. The old man smiled and said, "Do you know what kind of tea you drank?"
Xie Xiaofeng could no longer shake his head and could only look at the two of them.
The old man continued: "That's Wu Ma San. It was Hua Tuo's secret recipe. After Hua Tuo's death, it was lost for thousands of years. But there was a man who was determined to find out the secret of this recipe. He spent seventeen years.
With his hard work, he tasted all kinds of medicinal herbs in the world, and even did not hesitate to use his wife and daughter for experiments.
He succeeded! But his daughter had become blind and his wife had gone crazy. So he finally jumped into the river. Before jumping into the river, he met me and gave me this recipe."
Xu Yin sighed and said: "If my wife and daughter become like that, I'm afraid there will be no other meaning in life except jumping into the river."
Then he added: "So there will be no problem with the subsequent bone scraping and poison treatment."
The old man took out a knife box, which contained thirteen knives!
Thirteen knives with strange shapes, some are like hooks and sickles, some are like saws, some are long and narrow, and some are curved. These thirteen knives have only one common feature: the blades are all thin, thin and sharp.
Xie Xiaofeng knew what they were going to do, so he closed his eyes and fell asleep.
Of course it was not Xu Yin who performed the surgery. Although Xu Yin had no surgical experience, he was confident that his hands were steadier and more skillful than any modern surgeon.
However, this old man was obviously no worse than Xu Yin. His hands were as precise as a machine. He first cut off the rotten flesh from the wound on Xie Xiaofeng's body, and then cut open the fresh flesh and blood inside until the white bones were visible.
Xu Yin had already boiled water and boiled several fine linen bandages nearby. He also prepared spirits, which he had specially distilled and purified.
The old man undergoes surgery and is disinfected.
The two of them worked together in a tacit understanding, and it took them one night to scrape off Xie Xiaofeng's bones that had been exposed to the highly poisonous Hua Gu Powder, and then used the technique of injecting blood to cut off the pulse to seal the blood veins to prevent blood loss.
After finishing, disinfect with alcohol, suture the wound and wrap it with a bandage.
At this point, Xie Xiaofeng's life has been saved.
It was already daylight, and Xu Yin realized that this old man was actually not old at all. He was at most the same age as Xie Xiaofeng.
He already knew who this person was and said: "Other than Murong Qiudi, you are probably the only person in this world who can be so active in saving Xie Xiaofeng's life."
The old man washed his hands and looked at Xu Yin, "You already know who I am."
"I've been looking for you, Yan Shisan!"
Yan Shisan turned to look at Xie Xiaofeng and said, "But my only opponent is Xie Xiaofeng."
Xu Yin said: "I also want to have a good fight with Xie Xiaofeng, but unfortunately, you and I have to decide the winner first."
Yan Shisan said: "Why should I take your sword?"
Xu Yin used the Thirteen Deadly Swords. These thirteen swords were coherent and rapid, not sluggish due to the narrow space of the boat. This was no worse than Yan Shisan's own swordsmanship.
Yan Shisan's eyes lit up. Although he didn't know where Xu Yin learned this swordsmanship, it was indeed very good.
After the thirteen swords were used, the quiet morning, the gentle river surface, and the distant hills seemed to be tainted with a layer of solemn murderous intent.
Yan Shisan's eyes also became solemn, something his anonymous disciple Tie Kaicheng had never been able to grasp.
After the thirteen swords were thrust out, all changes seemed to have been exhausted, and it seemed as if the flow of water had come to an end.
Xu Yin's sword movement also slowed down, very slowly.
Although it is slow, it is still changing. Suddenly a sword is swung out, without any boundaries and no rules. But this sword is like the finishing touch. Although it is empty, it is the hub of all transformations.
Then he thrust out his fourteenth sword!
The sword energy and murderous intent on the sword were very heavy, as if the sky was covered with clouds. When the sword was thrust out, all the dark clouds in the sky were suddenly pushed aside, revealing the sunshine.
It's not the kind of warm and genial sunshine, but the setting sun of Liège, which is full of gold and stone, and is as red as blood.
With this sword thrust out, all the changes have really come to an end. The water that had already reached its end now seems to have completely dried up.
All the muscles in Yan Shisan's body were completely tense, and his hands couldn't help but clenched their fists.
However, Xu Yin's sword power, which seemed to be extremely powerful, should have been completely exhausted and ended. At the moment when his sword power was exhausted, his sword suddenly vibrated.
This is Xie Xiaofeng's swordsmanship. There was a flaw in his hand, but he was hit by someone who hit the flaw in his swordsmanship, and he showed his ability to survive!
This is a living sword!
However, the sword only trembled and hummed in Xu Yin's hand, and then completely fell silent after a moment, because although it was alive, it was not fully alive. There must be an opportunity or crisis to suppress the death intention in the sword to the extreme.