Chapter 658: The History of the Old Poisonous Man (3)
The Twelve Piers have been very busy recently.
There is always something funny to talk about.
After finishing their work, a group of gang members sat at the dock by the Qing River, laughing and chatting.
"I don't know who these two newcomers are, but they seem to be clashing with Wangque Tower, hahaha!"
"He stole from Wangque Tower six times in over a month, and Bai Xiaofeng was so angry that he used a fire crossbow. If the man with the Broken Knife hadn't saved him in time, he would have been roasted like a pig."
"Strangely enough, Bai Xiaofeng actually let Du Buqin escape, didn't pursue him, and didn't issue a wanted order... That's just not his nature."
"How can the dignified Lord of Wangque Tower be stupid? There must be some scheme behind it, but outsiders just don't know it."
"Maybe he's still thinking about recruiting experts. Hasn't Bai Kui invited those two several times? Not to mention the poison-proof and poison-medicine master, even the one who wields the sword, there are definitely only a handful of people in Fengyun City who can match him. If we can recruit these two, it will be like adding wings to a tiger!"
Ah Xian had just completed a short business trip. This time, she was helping people in the city deliver a batch of goods to Pier 12. It was a trivial job and the commission was not much. The big forces looked down on such small amounts of money, but that little bit of money was enough for the couple to spend for ten days or half a month.
Moreover, Ah Xian was quite skilled in martial arts. She had been in exile for more than three years, and she had never had any problems with the work she had taken on, nor had she ever been robbed along the way. With her good reputation, jobs came to her automatically.
Seeing the goods safely loaded on the ship, Ah Xian weighed the silver in her hand and was happily preparing to go home to show off to her man when she overheard the conversation between her gang members.
Ah Xian's eyes flashed as she walked over and squatted down next to a group of men. "Brothers, you just mentioned that guy who is immune to poison and master both medicine and poison. Is his medical skills really that great?"
"Hey, Madam Huo, why are you asking about this? Do you want Du Bujin to treat your husband?" Most of the people working at the dock were familiar with Ah Xian. Seeing her approaching, they didn't bother to turn her away or give her a cold shoulder. Instead, they said casually, "We're not trying to discourage you. Du Bujin is indeed an expert in both medicine and poison. I heard he came from the Poison King Valley. His poison techniques are unparalleled, and few can match his medical skills. But this old freak has a problem. He never treats anyone. I think you'd better not waste your time, or you'll end up going to him and getting angry for nothing."
"Isn't he a doctor? If he is a doctor, why doesn't he treat people?"
"He's not a doctor, he's the Poison King, haha! As for why he doesn't treat people, who knows? Anyway, he's just a weirdo."
After leaving the dock, Ah Xian's mind was in a whirlwind, but she still refused to give up.
The man's cough has become more and more severe in the past two years. He often can't stop coughing in the middle of the night. His body is getting weaker and weaker every year. She has run to almost all the famous medical clinics in the surrounding area, but all she got was a shake of the head and a sigh.
Ah Xian pursed her lips, feeling very depressed. She had to treat him even if the poison didn't affect her.
Sunset, ruined temple.
"Hehehe! Broken Knife, look what I brought back? Wangque Tower's signature aged wine! I heard it was brewed by that bastard Bai Xiaofeng himself. A small jar the size of a palm sells for four taels and four silver coins! One sip costs over a hundred copper coins!" A wisp of gray smoke drifted into the temple from outside and stood still, proudly showing off the small wine jar in his hand. "Hey, I don't like drinking, so this is a reward for you!"
The thin man, who was less than fifty years old, had a few strands of gray hair on his forehead, perhaps because he had done too many bad things. When he laughed, he looked like a sinister old man.
Duan Dao caught the jar with one hand, removed the cork with his thumb, tilted his head back and took a sip. "What did I use to hit you this time?"
"He didn't stand a chance this time. I went to the lobby of Wangque Tower and grabbed the wine the waiter had just brought to the table! I also grabbed the braised pork elbow!" Dubuqinzhatui laughed. "That idiot set up an ambush in the kitchen and thought I didn't know. I've known all his tricks for a long time. This time, he's completely prepared!"
Duan Dao lowered his head and drank quietly.
It has been a year. Du Buni has been fighting with Bai Xiaofeng for as long as they have been here. They have been in danger several times and almost couldn't escape, but the old monster still enjoys it.
The scenes of himself appearing to save people flashed through his mind several times, and Duan Dao's eyes darkened. The fact that Du Buwei was still alive until now was not entirely due to luck, but also because Bai Xiaofeng let him go. Otherwise, he might not be able to rescue people in time every time.
As for why the other party let him win, he couldn't figure out the reason.
Duan Dao twitched the corner of his lips and sneered. If he couldn't think of the reason, he would give up thinking about it. If he could live, he would live. If he couldn't live, he would not live.
The fragrant braised pork elbow was suddenly thrust towards his mouth, and the old poisonous creature with a sharp face and monkey cheeks who looked nothing like a good person was thrust towards him, "Don't say I don't take care of you. I'll share some of the good stuff with you. You can only eat one bite, no more! You can get full by drinking, it's a waste to eat more!"
"..." Broken Blade summoned the Moon Drinking Blade and pushed the old man aside, "No need."
"No way! I told you to eat a bite, so you have to eat it, otherwise I will lose face. Eat quickly! I'm hungry!——"
clang——
The Moon-Drinking Sword was revealed, and the blade reflected the distorted face of the old poisonous creature.
"... We're old buddies, why are you always showing off your knives to me? If you don't want to eat, then don't eat. Can't I eat it myself? Swords and knives have no eyes, put it away, put it away!" The old poisonous creature was cowardly and sat aside with the pork elbow in his hand. After stuffing his mouth full of meat, he grumbled, "I don't know what's wrong with you. Even a saw-mouthed gourd makes a sound when it's stabbed, but you're even less talkative than that silent gourd. Aren't people's mouths used for talking besides eating? Daddy is telling you, if you don't open your mouth all the time, your mouth will stink. If you don't believe me, go back and smell it yourself!"
Duan Dao threw the empty wine jar into the old man's arms, feeling that he had put away the Moon Drinking Sword too quickly.
"Hey, I've been calling you Broken Blade for years, and I've known you for years, but I don't even know your real name. Come on, kid, tell me the truth, what kind of evil things have you done that you have to hide your identity and wander around? You have to hide your skills, your enemies are so powerful, right?"
Du Buqin was still talking, and when he glanced to the side, he saw the dog man closing his eyes and getting ready to sleep, with no intention of answering him at all.
Habit.
I'm used to it.
Over the years, he has been talking to himself most of the time. When the bastard is happy, he will answer him, but when he is unhappy, he will remain silent.
Fortunately, after so many years, I am still alive and breathing.
Hey.
Thinking back to when they first met, the boy looked lifeless and there was no light in his eyes. At that time, he was really afraid that the boy would one day become depressed and commit suicide.
"I've lived half my life and seen so many storms. When I was at my most difficult, I felt like death was easier than life. But after getting over that hurdle and looking back, hmph, it's still better to be alive. What's the saying? Better to live a miserable life than to die a good death..." He paused, then squinted his triangular eyes and looked outside the temple. A fierce light flashed in his eyes, and he laughed again, "There's a rat coming, just one? Looking to die? Humph, grandpa is here to send you to hell!"
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