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Chapter 71: Bai Ziming and Fang Heng
Chapter 71: Bai Ziming and Fang Heng
At the Demon Suppressing Bureau's Medical Pavilion, over thirty pavilions were arranged in a row, and the captains who came and went were all injured.
A simple bamboo house squeezed in the middle, making it stand out conspicuously.
Occasionally, figures would step inside, all wearing black cloaks, a symbol of the deputy commander.
The robust young man was an exception, even without a formal robe, wearing only a plain short robe.
He hung his right arm and used his left hand to push open the small door.
Facing the white-robed man inside, who was as pure as snow and seated behind a low table, he respectfully called out, "Senior Brother Bai."
"Can you please stop coming here with a long face every day?"
The young man addressed as Senior Brother Bai had a face like a jade crown, with two strands of hair hanging down, and a pair of clean hands quickly sorting through a dish of fragrant medicinal ingredients.
Without lifting his gaze, he said indifferently, "Put your arm up."
Fang Heng obediently sat cross-legged, raising his right arm and placing it on the low table.
Senior Brother Bai took out several silk needles, not even looking as he pierced them into Fang Heng's arm, and then continued sorting the treasure medicine, "Endure it, it'll be almost done after today."
Fang Heng buried his head, his eyes lacking focus.
His broad back resembled that of a bear.
The excruciating pain of repairing the meridians could make a battle-hardened captain grit his teeth, but it couldn't make him flinch.
"There's no need to worry."
Senior Brother Bai pushed the medicinal ingredients back into the cabinet and finally looked up, saying, "The opponent didn't strike too hard; there won't be any aftereffects."
"Thank you, Senior Brother."
Fang Heng snapped out of his daze, his thoughts clearly not on his arm, but he didn't offer further explanation.
At this moment, two people carrying earthenware jars entered the bamboo house, speaking softly, and respectfully nodded towards the white-robed senior brother.
Bai Ziming, the third disciple of the Commander, served as a deputy commander in the Demon Suppressing Bureau. Over thirty years ago, he had already reached the Jade Dew Perfection realm.
Additionally, he was the best physician in the Demon Suppressing Bureau.
"Go on in."
Bai Ziming gently nodded, indicating for the two to enter the inner room.
In an instant, he suddenly noticed his junior brother's eyes twitching, and immediately, his robust body stood up, turned, and grabbed one of their wrists, his voice carrying a chill, "How did you end up here?"
Under the gaze of those sharp, murderous eyes, it felt like being stared down by a fierce beast.
Liu Xiuje and Liao Er's hearts pounded, the earthenware jars in their hands clattering, and their voices carried a hint of breathlessness, "Fang... Commander Fang..."
Before they could finish, Fang Heng, ignoring the needles still in his right arm, withdrew and strode into the inner room.
Senior Brother Bai's clinic usually only received deputy commanders or severely injured patients from other parts of the Medical Pavilion. Among this group, the only one who could receive such treatment was Li Xinhan, who was about to become a deputy commander.
As expected, when Fang Heng lifted the curtain, he saw Li Xinhan lying on the bed, wrapped up like a zongzi (a traditional Chinese rice dumpling).
His pupils narrowed slightly, his jaw clenched, and he strode forward, abruptly pulling the other man up and shouting, "Where is he?"
Li Xinhan's face, which had just regained some color, turned pale again. Confusion flashed in his eyes, but he coldly squeezed out a few words, "Are you crazy?"
"I'm asking you..."
Fang Heng's voice was low and heavy, and his palm suddenly exerted force, his face darkening, "Where is he?!"
Suddenly, a silver needle shot towards him, accurately piercing one of his great acupoints.
Under the sudden surge of numbness, Fang Heng was forced to release Li Xinhan, staggering back and leaning against the wall. He then looked helplessly at the young man outside.
Senior Brother Bai put away the needle box and first waved his hand to signal the furious Liu Xiuje and Liao Er to leave. Then, he glanced at Fang Heng lightly, "Come over and talk slowly, who are you looking for?"
Fang Heng walked over and sat down, muttering, "Shen Yi, I'm afraid something might happen to him."
"Who is Shen Yi?" Bai Ziming withdrew his gaze.
The burly man sighed and began to narrate from the time Lin Shijie started speaking, all the way to Shen Yi's departure from the Commander's residence, describing every detail in a relaxed manner.
"So your arm was broken by him?" Bai Ziming found this amusing and chuckled.
"I was too careless." Fang Heng closed his eyes, not wanting to continue this topic.
"Anyway, you don't think highly of him either. If you want to leave, just leave. Why are you looking for him?" Bai Ziming wasn't too concerned. Qingzhou was vast, and there were countless geniuses and various fortuitous encounters. Even those born with divine eyes who could master pulse diagnosis in a day weren't considered unusual.
"Whether or not to keep a disciple recommended by Shijie is up to Shifu. My opinion doesn't matter, but we must not overstep our boundaries." Fang Heng struggled to control his right arm.
"If you didn't keep him that day, Shifu wouldn't have kept him either." Bai Ziming smiled faintly, looking thoughtfully towards the inner room.
The Demon Suppressing Bureau, not the Demon Suppressing Bureau, was the place for demons, and demons were monsters.
However, warriors could also be called demons; it was just a title, placed wherever needed.
The Demon Suppressing Bureau used sabers to clear the way and lured the Qingzhou youth inside with treasures.
Here, the best martial arts and treasure pills were provided, driving them to slay demons and monsters, consuming both until they achieved a subtle balance.
As for those sects and families unwilling to send their disciples, the Pine Crane Sect was a prime example.
When martial artists ran rampant, the things they did were no less evil than demons.
None of the Commander's five disciples came from prominent families or sects. The one with the best background was merely a silk merchant, and the same was true for the Demon Suppression Generals of the twelve prefectures.
Without a powerful background to rely on, they could only depend on the court. Daring to risk their lives to slay demons and suppress monsters was the most important criterion for Shifu when accepting disciples.
Talent was secondary. After all, as long as one was willing to invest resources, unless they were a once-in-a-century genius or truly had a pig's brain, unable to comprehend anything, even learning ordinary martial arts would take decades. The rest were more or less the same.
"In any case, this decision cannot be made by me. Moreover, Shijie wants to keep him, not just for the recommendation... There's a problem in Baiyun County, and he can't run around recklessly."
Fang Heng stood up, removed the thin needle from his arm, and cupped his hands, "I'm a rough man. I hope Shixiong will teach me."
Bai Ziming raised his eyes, "Speak human words and do human deeds."
Fang Heng was taken aback, "Can you be more specific?"
"..."
Bai Ziming sighed helplessly, "Paying a visit with gifts, bowing in apology... Be careful, and don't come back to trouble my treasure medicine again. You're not a deputy commander, and the medicine fees are quite expensive, deducted from my salary."
"I understand, thank you, Shixiong, for your guidance."
Fang Heng seemed to have realized something and turned to walk out of the bamboo house. Seeing the two men outside in a daze, he hesitated, "May I ask..."
"May I ask?" Liu Xiuje stood up nervously.
"Where is Shen Yi?" Fang Heng frowned, feeling somewhat uncomfortable.
"He's..." Liu Xiuje subconsciously pointed, but was immediately pulled back by Liao Er.
Damn, he's being polite. I almost forgot he's a martial madman. During our previous encounter, he nearly killed Li Tou'er.
Fang Heng glanced at the two of them and then walked outside.
An hour later.
A robust figure slowly stepped into the courtyard and stood in front of the only tightly closed door.
He thought for a moment and knocked on the door.
Knock, knock, knock.
The man who opened the door was a stout man, even taller than him.
Zhang Tu Hu rubbed his sleepy eyes and looked at the young man holding oranges in his left hand and dried meat in his right.
He was a bit taken aback, "May I ask who you are? Are you... visiting relatives?"
The young man's expression remained unchanged, "Fang Heng."
(End of Chapter)
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