The men in black were numerous and came on menacingly, seemingly intending to break through the defenses and rush into the tent.
Ding Yi and Bing Er quickly realized that these people's target was Su Xiaoning. Remembering Su Qingcai's instructions, they quickly got into position, drew their swords, and stood with the men in black.
The men in black were not as skilled in martial arts as Ding Yi and Bing Er, but they outnumbered each other and could continuously send reinforcements. Ding Yi and Bing Er, after all, had limited stamina, and after a while, they began to tire.
As Ding Yi and Bing Er gradually fell into a disadvantageous position under the strong attack, and even some men in black took advantage of their inattention to sneak to the edge of the tent, in the critical moment, the men in black suddenly felt a pain in their necks, and suddenly lost consciousness and fell to the ground.
"Who goes there!"
The man in black shouted loudly, a deep fear inexplicably welling up in his heart.
"Shut up! You're all so noisy!"
An impatient voice rang out, and suddenly an old man emerged from the nearby woods. He was dressed in tattered clothes, looking like a beggar, but his hands held gleaming silver needles.
Enraged that his brother had been defeated by such a thing, the man in black assumed the old man was an accomplice of Ding Yi and Bing Er and immediately ordered his men to attack him.
Despite the formidable enemy before him, the old man showed no fear. He picked at his ear with a hint of boredom and said irritably, "I've told you all you're too noisy, constantly disturbing my sleep, and you still won't stop? You're really courting death!"
As he spoke, he raised his hand and threw out all the silver needles in his hand. The silver needles accurately pierced the neck of the attacking man in black, who immediately foamed at the mouth and fell to the ground silently.
The old man stepped over the corpse of the man in black lying on the ground and slowly walked to the front of the tent. The man in black was frightened and took a few steps back, forming a circle around the tent.
"What? Still not leaving?" A smile suddenly appeared on the old man's face, but his eyes were extremely cold, looking at the man in black as if he were looking at a dead man.
"I told you you're courting death, yet you remain so foolish. But I've run out of needles, so it seems I'll have to resort to another method..."
Suddenly, the old man pulled out a medicine bottle from his pocket and, taking advantage of the man in black's inattention, poured out all the powder!
Purple powder drifted out, and Ding Yi and Bing Er exchanged a glance before silently retreating behind the old man, watching helplessly as the powder landed on the man in black.
In an instant, the men in black were unbearably itchy all over, and a piercing pain struck them. The group of men collapsed one after another, bleeding from their seven orifices, looking extremely terrifying.
This horrifying scene terrified the remaining men in black. They cowered and dared not approach. When the old man made another move to sprinkle the medicine, they fled like birds and beasts.
Ding Yi and Bing Er were also slightly startled. They didn't know who the old man was. Just as they were about to thank him, they saw the old man squinting at the tent, as if he had seen something extraordinary inside. He actually reached out and was about to lift the tent.
"stop!"
A pebble suddenly flew towards the old man's wrist. He nimbly dodged it, lowered his hand from lifting the tent, and looked behind him with displeasure.
Not far behind, Su Qingcai stood there with an angry expression. He rushed over quickly, shoved the old man aside, rushed into the tent, picked up Su Xiaoning, and anxiously checked her over. Only when he saw that she was unharmed did he breathe a sigh of relief.
"Don't you young people know how to respect the elderly?"
The old man frowned, trying to peek into the tent, when suddenly Bai Hua ran over, scrutinizing him intently with a nervous expression.
"Who...who are you?"
According to Bai Hua's perspective, the old man looked unremarkable, but there was a sharp edge between his brows. The black-clad men lying on the ground around him also appeared to be poisoned. If the old man was responsible for all of this, then he was truly an extraordinary person.
Before the old man could answer, Su Qingcai's icy voice came from inside the tent: "Are you all in cahoots?"
He was naturally referring to the black-clad men lying dead and wounded on the ground. He had only been gone a short while when he felt uneasy and insisted on pulling Bai Hua back to check on the situation. When he saw the horrific scene, his breath seemed to stop.
"What nonsense are you talking about? If I were with them, would you still be alive today?" The old man scoffed, clearly displeased.
He craned his neck to look inside the tent, but Bai Hua suddenly grabbed him and asked earnestly, "Old man, you seem to be no ordinary person. Do you know where Medicine King Valley is?"
Bai Hua's intuition told her that this old man might have a strong connection to Medicine King Valley, and she couldn't miss this opportunity.
Upon hearing the words "Medicine King Valley," a barely perceptible glint of coldness flashed in the old man's eyes. He casually replied, "I know, so what?"
"Then could you..." Bai Hua was extremely excited.
"No." The old man revealed a mocking expression. "Do you think everyone is worthy of entering Medicine King Valley? You have to first demonstrate the strength that matches them."
strength?
Bai Hua stroked his chin and pondered for a while. Suddenly, he had a flash of inspiration and realized something. He took out his homemade elixir and presented it to the old man like a precious treasure.
"These are pills I made myself. What do you think?"
This pill is the same kind of medicine that Su Xiaoning took. It took Bai Hua a lot of effort and can be considered his masterpiece.
Bai Hua was full of confidence, believing that such a thing would surely catch the old man's eye. Little did he know that the old man would only glance at it casually, chuckle, and utter two words.
"Rubbish."
"What did you say?!" Bai Hua was so excited that she almost jumped up. How could a doctor tolerate her masterpiece being looked down upon like this?
He was about to retort when Su Qingcai's voice suddenly came from inside the tent, interrupting him.
"Baihua, don't be impulsive."
Su Qingcai held Su Xiaoning tightly, staring intently at the old man's figure outside the tent. He had acted impulsively just now, thinking the old man would harm Su Xiaoning. Now, thinking about it carefully, this man was indeed an extraordinary person, and he couldn't afford to be reckless again.
With a serious expression, he said in a respectful tone, "My wife has been injured by a sorcery and remains unconscious. We have come all the way to Yunding Mountain Gorge to seek the help of the Immortal Crane Elder of Medicine King Valley. If you know his whereabouts, please let us know. Once my wife wakes up, we will reward you handsomely."
Upon hearing this, the old man suddenly revealed a half-smile. He looked thoughtfully at the tent, his gaze falling on Su Xiaoning's arm.
Su Xiaoning's koi fish mark had disappeared, but for some reason, the old man seemed to see what he had always dreamed of through her clothes, and a glint of light appeared in his eyes.
After a long silence, Bai Hua and Su Qingcai thought there was no hope, but to their surprise, the old man suddenly nodded and smiled, "Sure, saving a life is better than building a seven-story pagoda. Come with me."
After saying that, the old man walked off in a certain direction on his own.
His sudden agreement caught Bai Hua and Su Qingcai off guard, but the situation was urgent, so they didn't have time to think about anything else and quickly followed after Su Xiaoning.
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