Chapter 14 Chapter 12 The Legend of Poppy

At the northeast corner of the "Traveling Divine Medicine Pavilion", there is a house that is rarely visited by people. People in the medical cabinet try not to go to this room as much as possible, and if necessary, they only come in a hurry, and leave in a hurry after finishing their work. There is only one deaf and dumb old man in charge of this house, and everyone in the medical cabinet calls him "Uncle Dumb". On the door of this house, there is a plaque with three characters written on it: Mortal Court. Because the people sent here are very peaceful, they will not argue, fight, and have no emotions.

——Dead people don't know how to quarrel, don't fight, and don't have emotions or desires. So the dead are all at peace. This "morgue" is where the corpses are kept. The bodies of Du Wuhen, Wen Huo, and Lan Yichen were all placed on the deck. Uncle Dumb walked into the mortuary with a lit incense stick in his hand. Although it was broad daylight outside, the inside of the mortuary was gloomy and the light was very dim. If you stay inside, even if you wear ten thick clothes, your legs will "shake." Uncle Mute was only wearing a coarse cloth, he walked into the house, and saw Du Wuhen, Wen Huo and Lan Yichen each parked on a long platform.Uncle Dumb walked up to Lan Yichen's feet, put two sticks of incense on the table, then went to Du Wuhen, and put two sticks of incense in the same way.

After the two incense sticks on the warm fire were inserted, the dumb uncle walked out expressionlessly. Three people and six incense sticks, green smoke slowly lingers around. Whether you were a hero in life?beggar?Is it a high official?Is it poor?It's the same after death. It's just in exchange for two sticks of incense and a lonely grave. ——So why be too fussy about being a human being, in the gloomy and silent mortuary, suddenly there was a very slight noise, a "goo".Following the sound, Wen Huo's long platform suddenly sank. After a while, Wen Huo was no longer visible, and he had completely sunk to the ground.

After a while, there was a "goo" sound, and the long platform rose up again, but warm fire could already be seen on it. Where are his men? In this very "peaceful" house, why did such a thing happen? When a person is dead, does the corpse still have value? If his corpse sinks into the ground, is there a secret underground? If there is a secret, what kind of secret is it? Yes there are secrets. It's an unbelievable secret. There is another very peculiar room in the basement of the main mortuary. There is also a long table in the room, this table is not made of wood, but made of white iron.

Beside the long white iron platform are several small tables made of white iron. There are all kinds of strange things on the small table.There are knives, pliers, ax-shaped axes, and saw-shaped saws, as well as scissors and needles. Of course, there are needles and threads.There are two small white iron tables, full of bottles and cans, some tall, some short, round and flat, and some weird-shaped bottles.The inside of the bottle is filled with liquids of various colors. Although the room is underground, it is brighter than above, and its surroundings are filled with Kongming lanterns. The room is filled with all kinds of medicinal smells.

Wen Huo's body, which had just sunk, was now placed on the white iron platform. What is this house for? Why are there so many strange things in it? There are no windows or doors around the room. But at this time, a "door" suddenly appeared on the left wall. The wall at the "door" rises, so a door appears. Then a person walked out of the door. Feng Limoushen was wearing a grass-green long suit, with a grass-green cloth cover over his mouth and nose. The hair is worn with a grass-green hat, and the hands are covered with transparent gloves. He walked slowly to the long platform, his eyes were serious, but he looked at Wen Huo excitedly.

He shook his hands vigorously, and the bones made a "click, click" sound due to bending. Then he stretched out his hand to take off Wen Huo's clothes, and after a while, Wen Huo was already lying on the white iron platform like a newborn baby. Feng Chuanshen picked up a small knife and skillfully pressed Wen Huo's belly with his other hand. After pressing to a satisfactory place, he cut Wen Huo's belly with a knife. Although the knife was small, it was very sharp, and it cut through Wen Huo's stomach without any effort. Feng Chuanshen put down the knife, picked up a pair of pliers and skillfully picked up the intestines, and then picked up a pair of scissors with the other hand to cut off the intestines.The severed intestines were put into a round jar with light red liquid.

Within half an hour, Wen Huo's viscera had been separated by the wind, and put into those strange jars. Feng Chuanshen let out a long breath and looked at the viscera in the jar with satisfaction. Feng Chuan walked to a Kongming lantern, stretched out his hand and twisted the lamp stand, and then a cabinet appeared next to the lamp. There are ten small jars in the cabinet, and a large cloth strip about ten centimeters wide. The small jars contained various unknown medicinal powders. Feng Chuanshen took out a small jar containing dark brown medicinal powder, unscrewed the cap, and poured the medicinal powder into Wen Huo's empty stomach.After closing the lid and putting it back into the cabinet, Feng Chuanshen picked up the needle and thread and stitched up the cut stomach stitch by stitch.

A thin and long stick is used as a shaft for the cloth strip, and Feng Chuansheng pulls up the head of the cloth strip, starting from Wen Huo's feet and wrapping it round and round.In an instant, Wen Huo was wrapped in cloth strips, and the whole person seemed to be wrapped in cloth. Another Kongming lantern, Feng Feng vividly touched its lamp stand, and of course another cabinet appeared. Feng Chuanshen pulled out a human-shaped box from the cabinet, opened the lid, picked up the warm fire, and put it into the box. After closing the lid, Feng Chuanshen marked the number and date on the lid with a pen - seventy-three.

The fifth day of October. The fifth day of October is today. What does seventy-three represent? The seventy-third person dissected?Or seventy-three days? The figure box has been put into the original cabinet. Feng Chuan looked around, felt very satisfied, then turned around and twisted another Kongming lantern. The door appeared again, and he walked out wearily. Weary into the dark. Although there is no sunshine, it is not as cold as yesterday. Dai Tian also wore less clothes than yesterday. He sat across from Feng Chuan Shen. There was a table between the two of them. A slightly curved table.

The table is made of sandalwood, which is large and fine, and you can tell that the price is very expensive. This house was used by Feng Chuanshen to "do business", and it was also the place where he received "distinguished guests". "Du Wuhen and the others were poisoned to death by what?" Dai Tianjian asked. "In a very hot country near our country, there is a place called 'Golden Triangle', where a kind of flower called poppies abounds." Feng vividly said: "They are also called 'Good and Evil Fruit'." As a "modern" Of course, people who know that this is a drug that endangers mankind. Some people say that it is the messenger of God, while others say it is the disciple of Satan. Looking back on the evolution of human civilization for thousands of years, the relationship between poppy and human history is subtle and inseparable.When we face this delicate and colorful poppy, we cannot help but ask: Is it a gift from the Creator to mankind?Or a curse on humanity?In the era of martial arts and chivalry, people regarded poppies as painkillers. In many religious ceremonies, poppies are also said to be "panacea". The poppy is really a strange remedy, and in moderation it is really a good medicine that will put an end to any ailment you may have. But once abused, the destruction of human society cannot be described in words. Let you eat bit by bit, and it won't take long for you to become addicted. After becoming an addict, even if you are alive, you have already abandoned your dignity, sold your soul and flesh, and lived a life of ruining your body.If the dosage is excessive at one time, the heart will be quickly anesthetized and stop beating, and it cannot be detected from the outside. "Du Wuhen and Wen Huo died on the poppy?" Dai Tian asked. "Yes." Feng Chuan said. "Did he take it himself? Or was he forced?" "No." Feng Chuanshen looked into the distance, and his voice seemed to come from afar. "This poppy among them is not eaten, but a gas." "gas?" "Yes. It enters through the pores of the human body in an instant, and then the person dies without knowing it." "You mean that poppies are refined into a gas, and this gas is dispersed in the air. As long as people touch the air with this gas, they will die immediately?" "Yes." "Who has such a great ability to extract this gas?" "Do you know Wumasan?" "Wu Ma San?" Dai Tian said, "That's Hua Lun's secret recipe. After Hua Lun's death, it was lost." "But there is a person who is determined to find out the secret of this formula again." Feng Chuanshen said word by word: "He spent sixteen years of hard work, tasted and hunted down the world's medicinal herbs, and even used his wife Experiment with my daughter." "Did he succeed?" "Yes, he succeeded." Feng Chuan nodded slowly. "But his daughter has become blind, and his wife has also gone crazy." Feng Chuanshen's eyes seemed to have a trace of loneliness.Then he said: "I heard that his son was the first person to sacrifice for that Wumasan." "Who is this person? What's his last name?" "I don't know. It's just that before he jumped into the river, he passed the secret recipe to someone." "He committed suicide by jumping into the river?" Dai Tian asked in surprise. "If your wife and children become like that because of you," Feng Chuan looked at him, "you will jump into the river too." Dai Tian thought for a while, nodded in agreement, and then asked, "Who did he pass the secret recipe on to?" "My surname is Duan, and my name is Duan Thirteen." "Duan Thirteen?" "He has thirteen knives, all of which are life-saving knives." "How come I've never heard of this man?" "Because as long as Yan Shisan is alive, he won't dare to show his face." "You mean the deadly Yan Shisan?" "yes." "Didn't he die? He died from the fifteenth deadly sword technique he created?" "yes." "Yan Shisan is dead, why didn't Duan Shisan show up?" "Because Duan Shisan is also dead." "Duan Shisan is dead?" Dai Tian asked suspiciously, "Who killed him?" "Yan Thirteen." "The more you talk, the more confused I become." Dai Tian said: "Duan Shisan has been hiding from Yan Shisan, why was Yan Shisan killed?" "Because Duan Shisan is Yan Shisan." The sun has set in the west and has become redder. Hundreds of flowers bloom in the medical pavilion, and the sunset is even more beautiful. Before darkness covers the earth, the sky will always bring more light to the world.Just like when a person is dying, he will always appear more kind and wise.this is life. —If you really have understood life, you will be less sad.There will be more happiness. Dai Tian's bewildered eyes suddenly lit up, and suddenly he let out a long breath and muttered to himself. "I get it, I get it..." Feng Chuanshen also let out a long sigh. "I know you will understand." "If a person wants to become a swordsman, he must be ruthless." Dai Tian said: "But that person passed on the medical skills to him before jumping into the river, which is equivalent to planting a seed of 'love' in his heart." Feng Chuanshen agreed nodded. "That's why there is Duan Shisan." Dai Tian's voice seemed to come from the sky. "Yan Shisan kills people and Duan Shisan saves them. The two have different personalities. No wonder Duan Shisan wants to hide from Yan Shisan." "That's right." "The battle between Yan Shisan and the third young master Xie Xiaofeng is imperative." Dai Tian stared at the sunset in the cold phoenix outside the window. "Xie Xiaofeng was poisoned and there was no way to save him, but Duan Shisan saved him." "Only Wumasan can save the third young master." "Yan Shisan's most powerful swordsmanship is not his. The Thirteenth Sword of Death is the fifteenth change beyond the Thirteenth Sword." Dai Tian said: "Under the entire world", no one can parry and dodge it. . "" The third young master can't either? " "cannot." "But he didn't kill the third young master with that sword?" "If that sword is struck, the third young master will definitely die." Dai Tian sighed softly. " It's a pity that at the last moment, his sword couldn't get out! " "why?" "Because he no longer has any murderous intentions in his heart." "Yan Shisan wanted to kill the third young master with all his heart, why didn't he have any murderous intentions at the last moment?" "Because Duan Twelve saved the third young master's life." Dai Tian said: "Although Duan Shisan Yan Shisan and Yan Shisan have different personalities, but the seed of 'love' has germinated deep in his heart." "If you have saved someone's life, it will be very difficult to kill him again." Feng Chuan said, "Because you already have feelings for this person." "That's right." Dai Tian nodded. "This is a feeling that is difficult to explain. Only humans can have this kind of feeling. It is because of this feeling that humans are human." "Even if Yan Shisan couldn't bear to kill the third young master, he didn't have to die. !" "At first, I couldn't figure out why he had to die!" "Now you've figured it out?" "Because at that moment, although he didn't want to kill the third young master in his heart, he couldn't control the sword in his hand." Dai Tian said, "Because the power of that sword is beyond anyone's control. , someone must die by the sword.” ——It is inevitable that everyone will encounter some things that they cannot control or understand.There is a mysterious force in this world that cannot be controlled by human beings. "What he wants to destroy is not himself." Dai Tian continued, "It's that sword." "Since that sword is the pinnacle and unparalleled in the world, why did he destroy it?" "Because he suddenly discovered that that sword brought only destruction and death." Dai Tian sympathized with him and said, "He must not let this kind of swordsmanship be passed on to the world, he does not want to be a sinner in martial arts." "But that sword The changes and strength of the situation are absolutely beyond his control." Feng Chuanshen's expression was serious and sad. "It's like a person suddenly discovers that the snake he raises is actually a poisonous dragon. Although it is attached to him, it doesn't obey his command at all. He can't even shake it off. He can only wait for the poisonous dragon to suck his bones and blood. as far as possible." There was also sadness in Dai Tian's eyes, so he had to destroy himself first. " "Because his life, flesh and blood have been fused with this poisonous dragon." Feng Chuanshen said sadly, "Because this poisonous dragon is the essence of his person, so if he wants to destroy this poisonous dragon, he must first destroy it." Destroy yourself." This is a tragic and terrible story, full of strange and mysterious horrors, and also full of profound and profound philosophies. Although this story sounds absurd, it is absolutely true, and absolutely no one can deny its existence. The life of a generation of swordsman Yan Shisan has been destroyed by himself, so Duan Shisan also died. Yan Shisan's unparalleled swordsmanship has also disappeared at the same time, and Duan Shisan's Wu Ma Powder has disappeared as well as his medical skills.this is life. Life is full of contradictions, and it is even more difficult to distinguish between gains and losses. Even though the famous sword has faded, the sword is still there. What about medical skills? What about the panacea? Human progress is slow because of these factors. "Wu Ma San is also extracted from poppies?" Dai Tian looked at Feng vividly. "yes." "The swordsman is dead, and the swordsmanship is lost." Dai Tian said: "Wu Ma San has also returned to the earth, who is going to find it now?" Dai Tian didn't wait for Feng Chuansheng to reply, and then said: "Could it be another emissary?" A man whose wife has gone mad, and whose children have gone mad?" have no idea. ——No one can answer this answer so far. The fallen leaves fluttered and struggled in the cold wind. Dai Tian stared at the fallen leaves in the wind, his expression seemed to be lonely. "If the dead also have sentience, would Yan Shisan prefer to be alive and the third young master to die?" Feng Chuanshen asked himself.This question, too, no one can answer. The autumn wind is rustling, and Feng Chuanshen's mood is also bleak. "Yan Shisan can really die without regret?" "Yes." Dai Tian replied. "Do you believe that the poisonous dragon he killed will not be resurrected on someone else?" "Yes." Dai Tian said, "No." "What kind of answer is that?" "If there is anyone in this world who can use that sword in the same way, of course that person must be the third young master." "So the moment Jianfeng cut Yan Shisan's throat, there was no longer any fear in his eyes. At that moment, his eyes suddenly became clear and calm." Feng vividly looked into the distance. "Because he has already planted a 'Dragon' seed deep in the third young master's heart." ——This seed will germinate sooner or later, and when that day comes, it will be the time when the "Dragon" is resurrected. Will this poisonous dragon be resurrected on the body of the third young master? Yan Shisan would rather die than kill the third young master he had saved, why did he keep a "seed" deep in the third young master's heart? Why?