Ninth Way Under the Heavens

Dijiu put away the wooden knife in his hand with satisfaction, and his whole body was full of surging. It was like a hot breath flowing through his body, which brought him strength and strength. Dijiu knew that he had stepped into the ranks of the early warrior.

The martial arts of the di family are cultivated in motion. He has only been in the tan Xing hall for six days. He has already started the first of the seven sabres of the di family. The first Dao is the beginning of martial arts.

Looking at the history of the di family, we can't find the second one.

According to di Jiu's memory, it takes three months for Di's most qualified disciple to practice the first of his seven sabres. And he, it only took six days. And he hasn't been taught by his master for six days.

Moreover, the medicinal materials he uses are still relatively poor. The ginseng and snow lotus seeds purchased are not old enough, and several are even artificially cultivated. You should know that Di's family is rich and noble. Even collateral children won't use this kind of garbage medicine.

Shen Ziyu gave him a bank card. When these herbs were purchased, more than 300000 in the bank card were used up.

Di Jiu touched the gray stone hanging on his chest with his hand. He was very grateful for the gray stone. The reason why he became so strong in martial arts training is because of this gray stone. Not only that, but also his understanding and memory became powerful and terrible.

In the past, his understanding ability was also very strong, and he could never reach this level.

The only regret is that he didn't have a good knife. He found a heavy wood and cut it himself.

Di Shi's seven swords. When he learns the third sword, he will step into the warrior from the warrior. When he learns the fifth sword, he will step into the martial arts teacher from the warrior. If you can use the sixth Dao, it means you are a great martial artist, and if you use the seventh Dao, it means you have stepped into the level of King Wu.

In the history of the di clan, only Di Yue, the ancestor of the di family, became the seventh Dao and stepped into the level of King Wu.

Di Jiu put away the knife. He knew that after he became the first knife, he had to find some better nourishing herbs to take. Di's seven sabres require high physical strength. If you don't use nourishing herbs to make up for the damage in the process of cultivation in time, you will not be able to step into a higher level in the future, and may even have great sequelae. This is what every Di's disciple must know.

Shen Ziyu used up the money he gave him. The registration qualification of Zhang Luo's martial arts department was given to you Huli. He had to find another way to get the money.

"Bang bang!" the sound of knocking outside came. Di Jiu put down his wooden knife and walked out of the backyard.

In six days here, except for Hu Ge's visit once, not to mention the patient, not even a kitten has been here.

Hu Ge came here at noon. So Di Jiu usually gets up at four in the morning, practices martial arts and opens the door at ten. After he opened the door, he didn't practice martial arts. Di Jiu was also studying Di's seven knives. Close the door at 4 p.m. and practice martial arts until 10 p.m.

It's only around five o'clock now. Someone knocked at the door. It's the first time.

The door was opened. Standing at the door was a woman of about thirty, with a man of about the same age on her back.

The woman's hair is a little messy, and a few strands of hair stick to her face with some early morning dew. The woman is still very beautiful. It can be seen from her sweaty face that she should have carried the man all the way.

No matter how far the woman carries a young man, it can be seen that the woman's strength is not small.

No, there's a faint smell of blood. Di Jiu looked down and saw that the blood had dyed the woman's back red and even penetrated into her trousers.

The man's face is pale. He should be seriously injured.

"The doctor asked you to help save him..." the woman didn't care about Di Jiu's eyes, with a hint of supplication in her tone.

"There is no doctor here now. You should go to the hospital..."

Before Di Jiu finished, the woman kept pleading, "please, please save him. If you don't save him, you won't be able to..."

Needless to say, di Jiu can also see that the man behind the woman should be dying. He has lost too much blood.

After hesitation, di Jiu had to get out of the door and said, "then carry him to the operating room."

The old man of Tan Xingtang can't be cured. His granddaughter Tan Yueyue went to the Martial Arts Department of Yanda. Dijiu stayed here just to watch the door.

The woman stepped in at one step. Under such a nervous situation, she remembered to take it with her feet and close the store door.

After the woman put the man on the operating table, di Jiu completely understood why the woman didn't go to the hospital, and even asked herself for help from a man who was obviously not like a doctor. The man's wound was a gunshot wound, and there was more than one gunshot wound.

Whether the woman was in a hurry to seek medical treatment or not, di Jiu also knew that the man had experienced a gun battle before and was badly hurt.

Di Jiu has some memories of his previous life. It is clear that guns are prohibited in China. It seems that these two people are not ordinary citizens.

The woman just stared at Dijiu nervously, which made Dijiu doubt whether the man was her husband.

Whether the two were husband and wife or not, di Jiu didn't care. Although he could not learn martial arts in the almsgiving country, many dead people were seen. He didn't even ask for nonsense. He just put on his white coat, put on his mask and took out the operating box directly from the operating rack.

Di Jiu just sealed the acupoints of the man's two wounds with acupuncture, stopped the bleeding, and then took out the scalpel. As soon as the scalpel was held in his hand, di Jiu had a strange feeling. This feeling was definitely not the perception of medical skills, but the perception of Di's seven knives.

After a short pause, the scalpel in di Jiu's hand was a stroke, and the tweezers clamped out the bullet as fast as possible. As for disinfection, anesthesia and other work, he did not do the same.

Di Jiu was originally a master of medical Taoism. After stepping into the ranks of martial artists, his hand movements were more steady and incomparable. As a martial artist, di Jiu can show his true Qi. His true Qi can not completely prevent bacterial infection, but can reduce bacterial infection to the greatest extent.

Even if Di Jiu took the time to disinfect, the effect would not be much better than his real Qi. What's more, the man doesn't have so much time.

The woman who carried the man obviously didn't consider so much. She looked at di Jiu and pinched out the two warheads at the fastest speed and threw them aside. When she reacted, Dijiu had sprinkled some powder on the wound and wrapped it up.

These powders are made by Di Jiu himself, and the medicinal materials are also his own.

"It's all right. Carry him away." Di Jiu wiped his hands. In fact, he didn't get much blood on his hands after the operation.

"Thank you, thank you..." the woman responded and thanked Di Jiu constantly. She saw that di Jiu was definitely not an ordinary chore role. How can a man who is so steady with a scalpel be a busboy?

It's not the first time she saw someone take out a bullet, such as di Jiu. It's the first time she saw it. She was sure that even the most powerful surgeon in the world was not as fast.

Di Jiu waved his hand, "you're welcome."

"But I have no money now. The cost of your operation..."

"Give me the money next time." Di Jiu interrupted the woman. The operation just now gave him an understanding that if he replaced the wooden knife with a real knife, he could practice Di's seven knives faster.

This small operation doesn't have much money. What's really valuable is his little powder.

Now for him, the most urgent need is to find a blacksmith shop to make a steel knife for himself.

"OK, my name is Shi Jinshan. I'll bring your money. Please don't tell your boss about it." the woman did things very simply. After that, she grabbed two bullets, carried the man back again, turned and left.

As soon as Shi Jinshan left, di Jiu didn't clean up the operating room completely. A cold voice sounded, "you don't want to live well, but you have to die."

Di Jiu suddenly turned around and stared at the door of the operating room. He grabbed the scalpel in his hand.

(that's all for today's update. Good night, friends! In addition, the silver alliance leader also has a second change, and the other alliance leaders also have a change. In addition, the immortal mortals owe the alliance leader a change, etc. these changes will take time. As long as I'm still writing a book, the debt won't rot. now the progress of the new book is very slow. When the plot is spread out, I'll hurry up I'll add them one by one.)