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Chapter 018 No!
A Zi also nodded frantically beside him: "Yes! I have seen that porker, he looks like a black crow, his voice is louder than that of a black crow, and he is fierce. Uncle, will something happen?"
The last sentence, A Zi almost screamed.
It's really hard not to worry about Yan Po's weak body.
Tu Shanmu also means the same.
The hospital couldn't be without people. After telling A Zi to stay, Tu Shanmu carried the medicine box and followed the little brother out again.
Only this time, it wasn't the grand party restaurant that went to, but the house of the pork guy in the town.
Because the porker wanted to kill pigs in the yard, in order not to disturb the neighbors, he lived near the town.
When Tu Shanmu and the younger brother arrived, they could hear a miserable pig screaming in the distance.
Then the pig's cry suddenly stopped, followed by a thunderous applause.
The pork guy's house was surrounded by people, and neither Tu Shanmu nor the younger brother could squeeze in.
In the middle of the crowd, Yan Po held a disguised blood-drinking knife, and in disgust, he took a bit of gloating.
The blade slashed through the snow-white pig skin, and each knife fell right in the middle of the gap between the pork and the pork bone.
After Yan Po slashed down with a few knives, the whole pig in front of him had been dismantled into neat and neat chunks.
In ancient times, there was Pao Ding who solved cattle, but today there is Master Yan who kills pigs.
"It's amazing!" The pork guy supported his sprained waist, patted the little apprentice beside him, and said with emotion: "You learn from Master Yan. You are more literate than you, and they still have fame, and now you still have a skill. Look! Look!"
Yan Po felt that although the blood-drinking knife in his hand was not angry, he was still trying his best to absorb blood.
With a smile, he said, "Brother Wang's words are too much. It's also because your little apprentice's knife is well sharpened. Thank you for your help today."
"Hey!" The pork guy lay on the bamboo bed and waved his hand to Yan Po: "Master Yan's words are serious. What should we help? It's clearly you who helped us! It's also my apprentices who don't live up to their expectations, otherwise there's no need for you to do anything. Woolen cloth!"
The pork guy has always been close to Yan Po.
Anyway, he didn't have a son to go to a private school, and it was not without a master in the town before. But people's nostrils are on the top of their heads, and they look down on them as butchers, and always feel that they are dirty.
Unexpectedly, the new Master Yan looked weak.
There is even a good knife!
Yan Po wiped the blood-drinking knife clean, wrapped it in a tattered cloth, and said, "It's nothing, next time you can come to me if something like this happens. I'm frail, so I worshipped a master, and master taught this knife technique. Maybe my wife and I are compatible, and after we get married, our health is getting better day by day. If it was before we got married, I couldn't help you."
To be honest, Yan Po was dissatisfied with the bloody knife for a long time.
When he took the blood-drinking knife, the master once said that although blood will be seen when it is unsheathed, it is not certain. Otherwise, wouldn't this knife be unplugged unless it was a last resort?
This is more to deter the enemy.
It's just that there is a knife spirit in the blood-drinking knife.
The sword spirit lives on blood, and when it comes out of its sheath to wake it up, it must be fed by blood.
In addition, when Yan Po ascended the position of Demon Venerable, he also beheaded many people.
The demon world is peaceful, but it also increases the appetite of the sword spirit.
Now it is time to use the butcher knife to sharpen the temperament of the knife!
Not only that, he can take this opportunity to slowly restore his weak image.
Kill two birds with one stone, kill two birds with one stone.
He is so witty!
"So that's how it is!" The pork guy motioned his disciple to help him up and gave Yan Po a thumbs up: "Master Yan, your husband and wife are really a good match. Doctor Mu is a good person, and you are also a good person. It's not like some people. Yes, I thought that after reading a book for a few days, I looked down on this and that. I, Lao Wang, have never obeyed anyone in my life, so I will obey you! Your way of killing pigs, let alone Yaoshui Town, canβt be found anywhere in the world. The second one can be as powerful as you."
"Ah this..." Yan Po was a little embarrassed.
He was here to make the blood-drinking knife accept the beatings of society.
I'm not trying to scramble for the title of King of Pigs with Pork Guy.
"Don't worry! My waist will not get better every ten days and a half, and I have to kill pigs these few days. My apprentices are not good enough. Master Yan, if you are free..."
The pork guy said, rubbed his hands, and said with a smile: "Would you like to help? The people in the entire Yaoshui Town eat meat, but they all point to my pork shop."
Yan Po smiled embarrassedly: "My private school is also quite busy."
"Just one or two times! Really!" The pork guy was so kind, he even moved out of Tu Shanmu, "I'm going to go to Doctor Mu for a look at my injury. Master Yan, do you believe in Doctor Mu's medical skills? "
Yan Po couldn't even laugh anymore.
This is a sending proposition.
Believing in Tu Shanmu's medical skills, he took the time to help the pork guy kill pigs for two days, and satisfied the pork supply for the people of Yaoshui Town.
If he refuses to kill pigs, does that mean that Yan Po doesn't believe in Tu Shanmu's medical skills?
Either kill the pig or question Doctor Mu.
Yan Po took a deep breath, just about to reject the pork guy, when he turned his head and caught a glimpse of Tu Shanmu standing in the crowd with a medicine box on his back.
The words that came to his lips instantly turned a corner: "Then, of course, I believe in Doctor Mu."
Stubbornly squeezed the blood-drinking knife that was trembling in secret and expressed dissatisfaction: "Isn't it just a pig that has been killed for two days? I will kill it!"
Tu Shanmu in the crowd was first shocked by Yan Po's demeanor of killing pigs.
Laughing out loud now.
The second brother of the grand party restaurant on the side was also dull-eyed.
He also thought that Pork and the others were going to be rough with Master Yan.
In the end, they asked Master Yan to kill the pig?
What an awesome Master Yan!
"This is not Doctor Mu! Hey, why did you bother to come? We are about to send Master Yan back!" The pork guy was very enthusiastic.
His waist is an old problem, but none of the apprentices under him have ever graduated.
It's no problem to let them chop and cut meat on the shop.
But killing pigs is not enough.
I thought I had to drag my old waist to fight, but I didn't expect to meet Yan Po on the road who was going to sharpen the knife.
The pork guy was originally just warmhearted, and wanted his apprentice to help Yan Po sharpen his knife.
Unexpectedly, after arriving home, Yan Po himself said that he could help them kill pigs.
The pork guy was not at ease at first.
If the pig's blood is not cleaned up when the pig is slaughtered, the pork will have a smell.
Also, killing pigs is a skill.
They are more hopeful that pigs can die more happily.
I thought Yan Po was a jade-faced scholar, but he was notoriously frail.
Unexpectedly, the knife method of killing pigs is superb!
"...That's the way it is. Master Yan really helped us a lot, Doctor Mu, thank you so much for your husband and wife!" The pork guy was deeply moved.
Tu Shanmu felt that the few times he and Yan Po met outside were full of drama.
She can always see a very different side of Yan Po.
The last time was knocked out by a senior officer.
This time, it was dragged by the porker.
Holding back his smile, he stepped forward, made sure Yan Po was all right, patted his arm, and said, "Master Yan, it's really eye-opening!"
That sword technique is really powerful.
She was also taken aback when she first arrived.
Yan Po no longer wanted to defend himself.
This time there is no shame last time.
At least, Tu Shanmu could no longer feel that he was weak.
Since Yan Po was all right, Tu Shanmu went to deal with the only patient here - Pork Guy.
When giving needles, he didn't forget to say to the pork guy: "This waist injury will heal in about two days, but I still can't work too hard. Don't tell me, I've been here in Yaoshui Town for two years, and watch it here. The waist injury has been watched for more than a year, if you don't take care of yourself, even the Daluo Immortal will be difficult to save."
The pork guy didn't care about it before, and there are really few apprentices under him who can use it.
Now that have Yan Po, this time it really hurts badly.
He nodded again and again, indicating that he would never be the same again.
After dealing with the affairs here, Tu Shanmu and Yan Po slowly walked home.
Yan Po carried Tu Shanmu's medicine box on his back and was silent along the way.
He was waiting for Tu Shanmu to speak first.
Tu Shanmu held a small flower that he had just picked on the roadside in his hand, as if his attention was not on Yan Po.
She was also waiting for Yan Po to speak first.
Finally, seeing that he was about to reach the gate of the private school, Tu Shanmu couldn't bear it anymore and asked him: "Your knife..."
"Master gave it." Yan Po had already thought of the reason, "I have been in poor health since I was a child, and I practiced sword skills to keep fit. Today is really an accident, an accident!"
He thought it was just sharpening a knife.
After packing up, he happened to set off from the pork guy's house to kill some small animals on the mountain.
But didn't want to, heard the complaint from the pork guy.
Yan Po has been dissatisfied with the willfulness of the Blood Drinking Knife for a long time, so he wanted to take this opportunity to punish the Blood Drinking Knife.
Thinking about it now, in this matter, it is not so perfect to kill two birds with one stone.
On the contrary, some lose-lose!
"So it's like this!" Tu Shanmu felt strange, but Yan Po's appearance didn't seem like he was lying to himself.
His eyes looked around suspiciously, and then he stuffed the little flower into Yan Po's hands, and said in a threatening tone: "Okay. Don't lie to me, or I'll give you a shot, and you won't survive, please." Can't die!"
Yan Po knew, so Tu Shanmu believed it.
There was a guilty conscience in the smile, and he didn't dare to let Tu Shanmu see it.
Before they got home, the news that Yan Po would kill pigs had spread throughout Yaoshui Town.
A Zi, who ran all the way from the medical hall to the private school, looked at Yan Po, unable to recover for a long time.
"Miss, can my uncle still kill pigs? I heard them say that my uncle's knife is just like this..." A Zi squinted, imitating the movements described by those people, holding the knife at his waist with one hand, and drawing it with the other.Then he suddenly started: "Swish, swish, swish, the pig is not only dead, but the meat and bones are neatly arranged, and it is also divided into two piles."
A Zi was shocked. Is this her son-in-law who can sweat and pant after turning over fried chestnuts?
Tu Shanmu patted A Zi on the forehead in a funny way: "Go do your job, what are these things! Just do the pork guy a favor, don't make a fuss about it."
Yan Po, who was walking at the end, looked up at the sky by the corridor, facing the description of A Zi, feeling melancholy.
Even more melancholy than Yan Po was the blood-drinking knife that smelled like pigs.
The author has something to say:
Blood-drinking Knife: You go to the tuba, go to the tuba! Let's touch each other! You see, if I cut it or not, you will be finished!