Xie Xun frowned. What exactly happened to Hu Qingniu that made him so abnormal? It was not that Xie Xun was worried about Hu Qingniu's safety. In the original play, Hu Qingniu was still alive and kicking until Zhang Wuji came to find him to cure the cold poison of the Dark Mysterious Divine Palm.
Later, Taitish, who had disguised herself as Golden Flower Granny, came looking for him for revenge. When he was fleeing, he was killed by the golden-haired granny who caught up to him.
Although Hu Qingniu had a strange personality and a bad temper towards everyone, he was a person who knew how to repay kindness.
He was a disciple of the Ming Cult. The Ming Cult had not only raised him but also taught him. His wife, Wang Nangu, was also his junior sister who grew up with him in the Ming Cult.
He could disregard everyone and look down on all the doctors in the world in terms of medical skills, but he would never turn a blind eye to the life and death of the Ming Cult disciples.
He was grateful to the Ming Cult. No matter how eccentric his personality was, he would never forget that he was a member of the Ming Cult. He would never forget the mission of treating the Ming Cult disciples, and he would never betray the Ming Cult.
But now, he was acting so abnormally. There was only one reason. He had suffered a heavy blow. The blow was so heavy that his heart was like dead ashes. It made him forget his mission to the Ming Cult.
This blow had hurt him so much that he had forgotten to repay the Ming Cult.
When Xie Xun found Hu Qingniu, he was silently practicing his sword in a forest. His eyes were filled with grief and unconcealable regret.
Hu Qingniu was still a young man who looked to be in his twenties. He was not tall and wore a dark green loose robe.
At such a young age, he was crowned with the title of Fairy Doctor. It was obvious how high his medical skills were. He was talented in medicine and full of enthusiasm. Every time he saw a difficult disease, he was like a drunkard who had encountered good wine. He couldn't put it down and would only stop after exhausting his intelligence and wisdom to cure the difficult disease.
At this moment, he was brandishing his sword wildly, but he was filled with a dispirited aura. He was like an old man in his twilight years, and there was no trace of the infinite enthusiasm in medicine.
Xie Xun's footsteps were very weak. He lightly stepped on the leaves on the ground as if he didn't want to interrupt Hu Qingniu's sword practice. It could also be said that he wasn't practicing, but rather venting his pent-up emotions.
Hu Qingniu had also learned martial arts when he was studying in the Ming Cult. Although he was not very strong, he was barely comparable to an ordinary third-rate expert.
No matter how weak Xie Xun's footsteps were, and no matter how uneasy he was, he still had his innate vigilance as a martial artist.
"Who are you?" Hu Qingniu stopped the sword in his hand. He held the hilt and placed the tip of the sword between the rotten leaves on the ground. He turned his head indifferently and glanced at Xie Xun. His eyes were empty, like a zombie.
"Passerby!" Xie Xun raised his eyebrows and opened his palm, gesturing for him to continue. Since Hu Qingniu was venting his emotions, he should let him vent to his heart's content. Xie Xun didn't want to interrupt him, nor did he want to stop him. If there was anything to say, it wouldn't be too late to wait until he was done venting.
Unfortunately, Hu Qingniu was no longer in the mood to practice his swordsmanship. He made a gesture of looking up at the sky and sighing. His voice was filled with helplessness as he said,"You're here to treat me, right?”
"It wasn't me, it was my friend." Xie Xun remained silent. He knew that Hu Qingniu was in low spirits. He might not be able to listen to Taitish's illness even if he told him about it.
"Someone from the Ming Cult? Or a righteous sect member?" Hu Qingniu rubbed his heavy eye bags. He didn't know if it was because he had shed too many tears or because he had insomnia.
"So what if it's someone from the Ming Cult? So what if he's a righteous sect member?" Xie Xun said indifferently. He had a negative attitude towards Hu Qingniu's stubbornness.
If it weren't for his stubbornness, he wouldn't have lost his life in the original movie and even implicated his beautiful wife, Wang Nangu, to die with him.
The reason why he was so stubborn was because he was afraid of his wife.
His wife, Wang Nangu, was also his junior sister. Both of them had the same teacher. One studied medicine, the other studied poison. One became a Fairy Doctor, and the other became a Poison Immortal. Every time the Poison Immortal poisoned someone, the Fairy Doctor could not help but cure the poisoned person. As time passed, his wife felt that he was going against him and left angrily.
After that, he swore that he would not treat anyone other than the people of the Ming Cult. This was because Wang Nangu was the same as him. They had raised the Ming Cult. No matter how powerful the Poison Immortal's poison was, it would not be used on the people of the Ming Cult.
Although he was talented in medicine, his personality was full of escape. Once he was frustrated in one aspect, he would escape to the other extreme and stubbornly stick to this extreme.
That was why he became enemies with Granny Golden Flower and Mister Silver Leaf when they came to treat him.
Although this world no longer had Granny Golden Flower and Mister Silver Leaf because of Xie Xun's intervention, it was hard to guarantee that Hu Qingniu would not offend other people with strong martial arts. It was still difficult to escape the fate of being killed by hatred.
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