The frosty moonlight shone on the ground, and Chen Ang slowly came to the front of the Changting in one step, two steps.

All the ones who came to surround him and killed him were elite disciples of the Demon Sect, but now they were helpless like a child. The weapons that they usually cherished as much as their lives fell into the dust, but did not get a glance from their former master.

The sword cuts the body, the heart cuts the soul.

The dazzling sword light not only assassinated the four elders of the Demon Sect with one sword, but also cut off the courage in their hearts. After today, I am afraid that most of the people here can no longer take up the sword in their hands!

Behind Chen Ang, Bao Dachu's body opened his eyes and looked at the sky in confusion. Next to him, Qin Weibang, Jiabu and Sang Sanniang closed their eyes, and their faces were calm, as if it was because the sword light was too dazzling. He squinted his eyes and never opened them again.

In the pavilion, Wang Cheng, the last elder of the Demon Cult, looked at Chen Ang who was slowly walking towards him, his face was bitter. His beard moved, his hands sometimes clenched his fists, sometimes trembling weakly, and he struggled extremely in his heart.

He finally sighed and closed his eyes calmly in the face of Chen Ang who was walking towards him step by step.

But Chen Ang ignored him, walked past him and stopped in front of a strange man. The man had a huge head, with a rat whisker and a short and chubby appearance, with a very funny appearance.

The weirdo laughed strangely, suddenly pulled open the clothes on his chest, revealing his loose chest, and smiled strangely at Chen Ang, "Are you here to kill me? Then hurry up, pierce through the gap between my left collarbone and the fifth rib, and pierce through the heart with a sword, which is the most exciting! If you stab the wrong place, I can't spare you even if I die."

"Why does Doctor Ping say that!" Chen Ang smiled. He looked at the first genius doctor with a calm look and raised his hand to point to his chest. "But your heart is different. Between the fourth and fifth ribs of the right chest, if I say, it will only thorn!"

"Haha! You know this, it's so amazing!" Ping lowered his head and tied up the buttons on his chest again.

Chen Ang pressed his right hand on the hilt of the sword and said lightly: "A swordsman, if he kills more people, he always has to be more knowledgeable. If he doesn't even understand the body under his sword, he will be too incompetent!"

Ping Yi pointed his fingers and tied his shirt with a clever lace, looked at Chen Ang sly and said, "You are lying to me! The agility of your hands and the sharpness of your eyes are not for killing people, but for saving people!"

"It is not difficult to kill people by the skill that can be used to save people!" Chen Ang looked at him with a smile, his hand had left from the hilt of the sword.

If you want to use the method of saving people to kill people, who can compare to the famous doctor who killed people in front of you? Saving one person or killing one person, this miracle doctor may not be considered a great merit, but killing people is certain.

"You should know that in the eyes of our doctors, human life is just a symbol. If you always lament about separation from life and death, you will not be a good doctor!" Ping Yi pointed and sneered.

Chen Ang was silent for a moment, and looked at the strange man who was angry and angry in front of him, and suddenly sighed.

"But if there is no trace of compassion in my heart, and I see the patient like a pig or a dog, and my life like a mustard of grass, then he will not be considered a doctor!"

Suddenly, the pavilion fell silent, and Chen Ang Heping said nothing. Elder Wang, who was standing beside him, sat stiffly on the ground, lowering his head and moving without daring to move. The remaining disciples of the Demon Sect had already fled in a panic. At this time, there were only three people and one horse on the ancient road under the moon, and this endless romance and moon.

The evening breeze blows on the hair, with a slight coolness and briskness.

Ping Yizhi smiled with difficulty. It was not good-looking, and there was even a bit hideous. He said heavily: "I have been practicing medicine for decades and cured hundreds of patients on my hands. Never have anyone died by mistake. If I meet someone who was cured by me, I will pay my life with him! This quack doctor in the world is more than ten times better than me? Why can't I be called a doctor?"

"Bad! Bare!" His hair was blown away and his face was particularly hideous.

"The famous doctor who killed someone is really famous in the world. But I heard that you have only saved hundreds of thousands of patients for decades of practicing medicine. It is really inconsistent with the name!" Chen Ang said lightly.

"Hehe!" Ping Yizhi sneered several times, took out a yellow medical case from his arms, and threw it in front of Chen Ang. "I cured strange diseases and difficult diseases, which are more than ten times more than what you have seen in your life! If someone gets a strange disease that I have never heard of before, I will climb over thousands of miles and cure it for him!"

Chen Ang picked up the medical case in front of him, spread it in his hand, and looked through it one by one. The symptoms of reversal pulse, the body of yang fire burning, congenital deformity, heart-to-heart exchange, and a finger-to-face encounters countless strange diseases that have never been heard and seen in his life. Some even sound like a fantasy, and some are horrifying.

Even with Chen Ang's knowledge, he couldn't help but be amazed.

Ping Yiqi saw him showing a shock, and smiled proudly, regaining the medical case from Chen Ang. When it comes to martial arts, Ping Yiqi was not worthy of carrying shoes to Chen Ang, but Chen Ang just watched him regaining the medical case, without any intention of stopping it. He just sighed silently and handed over a book in his arms.

"What is this?" Ping sneered and took the book. When he turned on the first page, his face changed drastically. No matter where he was now, Qingshen entered it.

Chen Ang smiled slightly, picked up the medical case he had left behind unknowingly, spread it on his knees, and started to look around.

The moonlight moved eastward, and in the night breeze, there was only the sound of flipping books, and the shadows of the three people were projected onto the ground by the fire, pulling long. Suddenly, one of the shadows swayed and trembled, dancing wildly.

"External evil! Internal evil! Arteries! Vein! Wind evil chapter, cycle one chapter, and decompose one chapter, it is impossible, this is impossible!" Ping Yiyi grabbed his head with all his strength, crying and laughing. He held Chen Ang's book with his hands trembling, his face squeezed into a ball, looking even uglier.

He carefully put down the book in his hand, his eyes were covered with blood. When he saw the medical case on Chen Ang’s knee, he picked it up and tried hard to hold the covers on both sides, and it was about to tear it to pieces!

Chen Ang sighed, and gently slapped the scabbard on his shoulder. Ping Yizhi was unable to grasp the medical case with both hands, allowing it to fall into the dust, but Ping Yizhi just sat on the ground weakly and closed his eyes tiredly.

"Is this a medical skill from the sky?" After a long time, Ping asked with a hoarse voice.

Chen Ang did not answer, but just carefully picked up Ping Yizhi's medical case, cleaned it up, and respectfully put it together with his medical skills.

"What are you doing with that embarrassing thing? Let's lose it! Let's lose it! Let's lose it." Ping shook his hand tremblingly, tears flowing down his eyes, turning his head and unable to bear to look at it again.

Chen Ang said silently.

"I have never heard of a tower that has been formed without accumulation! I have never heard of superb medical skills that appear out of thin air. Martial arts and medicine are certainly the peak of talent, but the peak of genius is still based on the foundation of these countless beings!"

"You and my medical wisdom have been countless doctors and doctors for thousands of years. They have worked hard and beneficiaries and pioneers on the road paved with white hair and hair. They are the most beautiful flowers blooming in medical arts! The reason why I am taller than you is because I stand on the shoulders of more people, not me being better than you!"

"Today, you abandon it like a walking track, but you have lost the original heart of a Taoist pioneer who has overcome all obstacles! You look at other people's towers and feel ashamed of your own body, but you have never looked back. That peak platform has never started in the slightest? The changes in yin and yang, the rise and fall of the five qi are also the avenue of medicine. You must know that China is not inferior to others for the ages!"

Ping Yiqi looked up in surprise and looked at the new medical book in front of him. When he opened it again, he saw that it was full of acupuncture, herbs, guidance, qi training, meridians, and dialectics of yin and yang, which was completely different from the organs, circulation, blood vessels, and microorganisms just now.

But I saw an undry brush and ink writing all kinds of wonderful theories I had never seen, and there were several wonderful ways to look at and diagnose. I looked at and heard, asked questions and touched. All of them were the first to be a family. I just felt that what I saw and heard and what I learned in my life had never surpassed Pan Li in this book.

"Chinese medical skills have a long history and a strong momentum. When you realize that minor illnesses are in the slightest, adjust the human body and the time when it is not discovered, strengthen the body and the body, and prevent all diseases from arise, are the pursuit of medicine, just as Bian Que said. I follow the way of martial arts and explain the changes in the four seasons, the rise and fall of yin and yang, and want to use the way of traditional Chinese medicine to make everyone in the world strong and strong, and never suffer from all diseases. I also want to describe the changes in the human body's qi and the way of the Three Treasures."

"It's just that I can't do this grand plan. I just hope that this book will be published throughout the world and inspire the world. Therefore, medicine will prosper and everything will be renewed!"

Chen Ang looked at Ping Yizhi's eyes gradually brightening, and his body gradually became angry. He smiled slightly, recited a medical case written by Ping Yizhi, and then used sharp words to analyze it one by one. He used only a few words to describe his medical principles and cause and effect. He said everything he said was the first.

Ping Yizhi gradually became conscious when he heard some places, and he couldn't help but speak, agree or refute, and even reached the point. He even analyzed the views from the two medical books he had just read, and Chen Ang also discussed with him one by one. The two were very happy, and before they could realize that the night had passed, and the golden crow rose eastward.

"Brother Ping!" Chen Ang stood up and held the horse in his arms and stood outside the long pavilion, "I have something to say, please listen to me!"

"The prosperity of the times and the newest of the times, this is the prosperous era of medicine. It is the beginning of the secrets of heaven, everything is renewed, and a hundred schools of thought contend. Brother Ping is a genius, and when Feng Xing is awake at night, he is a trendsetter in this prosperous era, overcome all obstacles for Chinese medicine, open the way for future generations, describe the human body with yin and yang, and become a great doctor in a prosperous era, and prevent ancestors from letting them go!"

"If I can surpass me and open another new world for the doctor, I will be very lucky! I will bow to Brother Ping to study. Brother Ping, who is a doctor, should not forget his original intention and seek the sincerity of a great doctor!"

Ping looked at Chen Ang riding his horse away, and suddenly a tender voice from the past sounded in his ears, saying word by word: "Any great doctor must calm his mind and calm his mind, have no desires or demands, first develop a great compassionate heart, and vow to save all the sufferings of the spirit. If there is a disease, he should not ask about his noble, poor, rich, rich, old, beautiful, friendly, friendly, friendly, friendly, and friendly, and all the same, all like the thoughts of his closest relatives..."

He suddenly laughed loudly, picked up three books on the ground, hugged them like treasures, walked away in the morning light, and shouted: "You must not look forward to the front and back, worry about good and bad things, protect your life. Seeing that you are troubled, if you have it, you will feel deeply sad. Do not avoid condolences, day, night, cold and heat, fatigue, and be wholeheartedly rescued, without any effort to show off. This can be a great doctor for the people..."

In the morning light, his shadow grew longer and longer. Elder Wang looked back and saw that the short and fat figure became a little taller. Wang Cheng stared blankly at them and left behind, and suddenly collapsed on the ground, looking at the dilapidated pavilion, not knowing what to think.
Chapter completed!