The Villain's Counterattack

"Hu Qingniu, the world's number one doctor, Song Qingshu, has arrived. Why don't you kneel down and greet him?" One day, a loud roar came from outside Butterfly Valley. It was heard from afar, making Zhang Wuji, who was studying medicine, brighten his eyes. He exclaimed with joy, "Brother Song has returned."

Hu Qingniu sneered, "You are nothing but the best doctor in the world. I'm afraid that in the future even my apprentice will be better than you."

"What a crap number one doctor in the world! This number one doctor in the world should be crap." Song Qingshu was extremely fast. He arrived outside the door not long after the voice was heard. Hearing Hu Qingniu's words, he cursed back, "This crap number one doctor in the world who won eight out of ten games, you actually accepted a disciple? Let him come out and let me see. If he can't beat an old man like you, can't he beat the younger one with medical skills?"

Hu Qingniu immediately shut up. He was indeed very optimistic about Zhang Wuji, but this kid had only studied medicine for more than half a year and less than a year. How could he compare with Song Qingshu, a freak who had studied medicine for five or six years? However, he was confident that as long as he was given three to five years, he would be able to teach Zhang Wuji well and defeat this arrogant Song Qingshu, making him embarrassed.

This matter must be kept secret and cannot be ruined by this kid.

"If there is none, then there is none. Although you are a good doctor, you may not be good at teaching disciples. Look, this time I went all the way from Huashan, Kongtong, Emei to Kunlun, and picked some fresh medicinal herbs on Kunlun Mountain. This ginseng is at least five or six hundred years old. When I go back to the mountain and stay there for a while, I will set out again to Changbai Mountain to look for thousand-year-old ginseng, and then we will come back to study the Dali Pill together." Song Qingshu's words almost pissed off Hu Qingniu to death. How could I, the number one doctor, actually have to study the Dali Pill of a charlatan?

Song Qingshu looked at him with a smile and said, "Don't let your imagination run wild. What I want to study is the Shaolin Great Strength Pill. Look, I have one here, but it's too precious to give to you. Just smell it."

"Shaolin Dahuandan?" Hu Qingniu's eyes lit up, and he carefully held the opened wooden box with both hands. He first smelled it, then carefully scraped off a little powder with a knife and tasted it carefully in his mouth. His face became very excited, and finally he kept muttering the names of various medicinal herbs.

"There's no need to identify all of them, as long as we can identify most of the main ingredients. With our medical skills, can't we mix something similar? Even if it's not an elixir, soups and medicated meals will do, but the side effects must be minimized." Song Qingshu was quite knowledgeable about health preservation. He paid close attention to it along the way and also heard about a medicated meal, but its effect was not very great. It was only effective on a certain aspect of men.

Song Qingshu carefully examined Zhang Wuji and confirmed that he was showing significant improvement and that his martial arts skills had not declined. He nodded in satisfaction and said, "I've been away for quite some time now, and I'm planning to return to the mountains to rest. Would you like to come with me? I'm sure Fifth Aunt is thinking about it too, but I heard that she gave birth to a sister for you, so it's not suitable for her to leave the mountains anytime soon. Fifth Uncle-Martial-Master should have come to visit, right?"

Zhang Wuji nodded and said, "My father came here a month ago to thank Mr. Hu. Brother Chang was injured again and passed away half a month ago. Zhiyang missed you very much and left a letter."

Zhang Wuji rambled on and on, recounting every detail of what had happened during this period. He paused before continuing, "Brother Song, Mr. Hu taught me medical skills, hoping that I would surpass you in this area in the future. I must not let the title of the world's number one doctor slip away. I, I have nothing better to do, so I've learned a lot."

Song Qingshu glanced at Hu Qingniu and said, "Go ahead and learn. Medicine is about saving lives. Learning it will be beneficial, but you need to master it thoroughly, otherwise you'll become a mediocre doctor who harms people. Besides, I won't compete with you for the title of the world's number one doctor. Winning would be dishonorable. I'm only competing with Hu Qingniu. He's almost reached the end of his rope, and it would be extremely difficult for him to improve again. I've only been studying medicine for a few years, and I'm not focused. When I return from Changbai Mountain this time, I'll get some longevity-enhancing medicinal foods for my master, and then I'll concentrate on studying medical texts. I think in three to five years, I'll be able to surpass him. Unless he dies within those three to five years, the title of world's number one doctor will be handed over to someone else."

"You're boasting," Hu Qingniu pointed at his nose and scolded him, "The study of medicine is vast and profound, and there's no end to it. How could I possibly learn it all? Besides, I'm still in my prime, so living another thirty or fifty years wouldn't be a problem. Becoming the world's number one doctor is just a dream."

"If you don't die, I'll take the title of the world's number one doctor from you. If you die, I'll naturally become the new number one doctor. This is unless you can find another genius and train him to surpass me in your lifetime. However, I don't believe there is anyone in the world who can surpass you in medical talent. You're not even my match, let alone others."

Song Qingshu said proudly, "I have collected quite a few precious herbs during this journey to the Western Regions. A small portion was purchased from local people, and the majority was picked by me from the deep mountains and old forests. They are all very old. They are all here. Take a look and see if you find any that you find useful. I will take the rest back to Wudang Mountain."

Hu Qingniu had smelled the strong herbal scent a long time ago, which could not be blocked even by a layer of kraft paper. However, since Song Qingshu did not speak, he did not dare to search for it on his own. Seeing Song Qingshu throwing it to him nonchalantly, he began to search for it on his own.

After spending a month together, Hu Qingniu had some understanding of Song Qingshu. This guy would not flatter him, nor did he ask anything of him, and he would not be a stranger. If he did not take it, this bastard would most likely just take the bag back and would not offer it to him.

While searching for medicinal herbs, Hu Qingniu asked casually, "Have you been to Mount Hua?"

"Yeah." Song Qingshu nodded. "The scenery on Mount Hua is nice, but the boss there isn't quite as good. The first time I went there, I beat up all his disciples. He was upset and tried to sneak attack me in the middle of the night, but I disguised myself as a foreign monk and beat him up, stripped him naked, and left him on the side of the road. It was late at night and I guess no one saw him. The second time, I don't know if this bastard noticed something, but he actually challenged me openly. I used the 'Thirteen Swords of the Divine Gate' to break his wrist. But there were too many people there, so I couldn't go too far, otherwise I would have robbed him again."

His martial arts skills were indeed stronger than those of the thief Xian Yutong. I had a vague feeling about this when I fought him before, but I was not too sure. After all, this kid was not even twenty years old yet, and he was able to compete with the leaders of the six major sects. It was really shocking to say it out. Who would have thought that he was actually so powerful and defeated Xian Yutong in public. It was impossible for him not to become famous.

"Hmph, prestigious sects are full of scum, full of evil." Hu Qingniu held a deep grudge against Xian Yutong. Song Qingshu shook his head and said, "Don't lump everyone in the same basket. When has anyone like that ever appeared in our Wudang Sect?"

Hu Qingniu sneered, "Master Zhang Sanfeng is highly respected and his character is beyond reproach. The Seven Heroes of Wudang are all good men, and even that little bastard Zhang Wuji is considered a good man. But you are definitely not a good man, a complete hypocrite."

"Mr. Hu, it's been more than half a year since we last met. I wonder if your kung fu has improved. Why don't we discuss it?" Song Qingshu showed a big smile, which made Hu Qingniu shudder all over. This bastard really dared to fight with him and really dared to slap him in the face. He hadn't met such a person in many years.

"He bullies the weak with his strength, a complete villain." Hu Qingniu had suffered a loss once, and he would never be fooled a second time. Seeing that he had restrained himself, Song Qingshu did not continue. He took back the Shaolin Great Huandan and tested Zhang Wuji's kung fu. Seeing that he had made some progress, which was already pretty good among his peers, he praised him and gave him some pointers.

"Brother Song, how many days can you stay here?" Zhang Wuji looked at Song Qingshu eagerly. Song Qingshu smiled and said, "Although I really want to go back and see Grand Master soon, I'm worried about you. I have to stay for three to five days. I can also study the Shaolin Great Huan Dan with this stupid cow. If we can gain something, it will be a great honor."

When Hu Qingniu heard his words, he felt excited because he still had a chance to get in touch with the Dahuan Dan. He didn't take his offensive words to heart. This guy never knew how to respect the elderly and love the young. He didn't bother with him. Well, the most important thing was that he couldn't argue with him. Except for medical skills, he was suppressed in all other aspects.