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The muscles on his face twisted into a frown, forming the shape of a river. The folds on his forehead were like the hideous cracks on the dry ground, and drop by drop, cold sweat appeared on his forehead.

"I was still overconfident." Li Ye somewhat regretted his decision before. He thought he could stop that mad horse, but he didn't expect the wound on his shoulder to be completely healed. He could not use his hand now, so it seemed that he could only use the sword in his left hand.

"You're awake?" The doctor, who had been waiting at the side for a long time, also heard Li Ye's moan. He turned around and looked at the nameless swordsman, who had just displayed his terrifying power, and pointed to the letter on the table. "The person who sent you here has left.

Li Ye glanced at the envelope but did not immediately open it. Instead, he rubbed his dizzy head and asked the old man with grey hair at his temples. He respectfully asked, "Doctor, how long have I slept?"

"Not long after, you only slept for one night. You're in good health too, you can wake up the next day with this kind of injury." The old man seemed to be speaking in a very ordinary manner, but the meaning in his eyes didn't seem like he didn't know anything.

"You know about it?" Li Ye's eyes were half closed as he slowly approached the Broken Moon Sword in front of him.

After the old man glanced at Li Ye, his turbid eyes lit up. He turned around and continued to grind the herbs in front of him as if he was talking to himself, "What do I know? All I know is that you're a wounded person, and the doctor's job is to save lives, and the rest of it has nothing to do with me. "

The old man saw Li Ye put down his horse silently and continued, "You are also the type of person who doesn't have a brain. The first thing I know is that someone is really stupid enough to use his body to stop a crazy horse. "No matter how much a person cultivates, he is still a person. He will be injured, and those who are injured won't be able to do anything.

"However, there are some things that have to be done at a price. Sometimes it's money. Sometimes it's time. Sometimes it's the body. There's nothing we can do about it." Li Ye raised his head to look at the passersby outside the window, looking somewhat emotional.

"I'm a doctor, and I don't care what you pay for it. Your body is what you pay for. Only by being alive can you do everything." The old man looked at the emotional Li Ye and felt helpless. He could tell from the child's face that the child had taken the wrong path.

Li Ye turned his head and looked at the old man with a hideous face. He explained, "Some people will harm others even if they die."

The person Li Ye was talking about was none other than his father, who had tortured him because of his face. He had never seen his father, but he had always been tortured by his father, the loneliness when he was young, and the pain of being hunted because he inherited his father's face.

He gave a long sigh and said no more. Pointing at the envelope on the table, he said, "You can leave after you finish reading it, just in case others wait too long."

Li Ye stared straight at the old man, making the old man feel somewhat uneasy. Li Ye suppressed his voice and asked in a deep voice, "Didn't you say that you had never seen it before?"

"You believe me just because I say it?" The old man glanced back at Li Ye and carelessly admitted that he had lied. He then said, "Quickly leave after reading. I don't support idle people here."

Li Ye skimmed through the contents of his heart very quickly, leaving out the words of thanks. When he finally saw it, Li Ye nodded with satisfaction, sighing in his heart, "This business is worth it. I didn't expect this Miss' background to be so big."

After he finished reading, Li Ye picked up the sword beside him and put on the clothes that had been prepared by others. He walked to the old man's side and took the gauze that was wrapped around his face, but the old man lightly patted his hand and said coldly, "Your face has already recovered. You don't need this gauze anymore."

Li Ye did not answer him. He went around the old man's hand and continued to wrap the gauze around his face.

"Sigh." The old man sighed and asked in confusion, "Since you don't want others to see your face, why are you disfiguring yourself?"

"My face wasn't ruined by myself. It was destroyed during the Azure Province's rebellion." Li Ye lowered his head and tried to defend himself, but as he spoke, his voice became softer and softer, to the point that even he could not believe what he was saying.

I'm a doctor, I still don't know how long you've been injured." "The old man lowered his voice so that Li Ye could hear him clearly. He stared at Li Ye for a moment before sighing," Since you care about your face, I have something for you to use.

"What is it?" Li Ye asked.

The old man rolled his eyes at Li Ye and snappily said, "Anyway, it's a good thing."

He found a dusty box and opened it. Inside lay a human skin mask that was as thin as cicada silk. The face of the mask made Li Ye's eyes narrow and his body was in disorder.

The old man gave Li Ye a long look and passed the box to him. He coughed twice and said, "This thing has been there for a long time. I don't need it even if I'm old. You can have it."

Li Ye took the box with trembling hands and respectfully took out the mask from the box. He murmured, "Master …"

Li Ye had used this kind of human skin mask many times, and it was different from the one his master gave him and Zhao Zijin. Li Ye had used this kind of human skin mask many times, and Li Ye had used this kind of human skin mask many times, compared to the one his master gave him and Zhao Zijin gave him, it was just that the face on it was different.

Li Ye suddenly pulled out the Broken Moon Sword and placed it across the old man's neck. He asked coldly, "Where did you get this thing from?"

It was as if he did not notice the sharp sword on his shoulder. Seeing that Li Ye did not move the sword at all after a long time, the old man became somewhat annoyed. He tapped the sword with his finger and ridiculed, "The sword is a good sword, but unfortunately, people are not good people. You gave me an item and you still treat me like this. This is an ungrateful bastard. "

Li Ye also realized that he had lost his composure. His face turned red as he withdrew his sword. He really wanted to know where this thing came from and what relationship this old man had with his master.

"That's more like it. The disciple of the Green Bamboo Man, no matter how you look at it, he doesn't look like a reckless person. What's wrong?" Once I get on the wanted poster, my brain won't work anymore? " The old man stroked his beard and laughed dryly as he felt the edge of the sword disappear.

This seemingly ordinary remark made Li Ye's pupils contract. He looked at the old man with fear.