What is the universe? The morning rises and night falls, the plants and trees wither, wind, frost, rain and snow, spring, summer, autumn and winter, and make the world change.

What is a man? He is determined to be in all directions, stands up to the sky, is a proud man in the world, quells and silences in troubled times, and has gained a reputation for eternity.

...

Yan Qing’s name is very ordinary, but there is only one name that some praise, some insult, and some people will be scared when they hear it!

Are you afraid to talk about the tiger?

Song Sanqiu's face was ashes. Even if he didn't believe that the person in front of him was Yan Qing, he would feel scared because he couldn't even walk under the sword!

The fight was about to end. Song Sanqiu originally thought of winning with more, but he was restrained and unable to move. Wu Que defeated the killers with one enemy and defeated them one after another.

The stadiumers did not take advantage of the victory. They had high qualities, and the stadium was there and the people were there.

"I give you three breaths of time to think carefully. If I don't kill you, it doesn't mean he won't kill you." Yan Qing turned his head and glanced at Wu Que and said.

three.

The fight has stopped.

two.

Knife in the snow.

three.

Wuque had already noticed something strange.

"I said!"

"Brother Yan, be careful!" Wei Qun shouted loudly!

Song Sanqiu suddenly lowered his body, and the flying knife in his sleeve came out again. The flying knife was a hidden weapon and also a killing weapon held in his hand! This time he did not fire the flying knife, but held it in his hand and stabbed Yan Qing's chest!

Yan Qing was a little surprised. He almost forgot the allusion philosophy of the white horse not the horse. He could only turn off attack to defense-"clang!"

The swords and swords met, and the two of them retreated dozens of feet away!

"Swish!" The distance was opened, and the flying knife was approaching, and the speed was still very fast! However, this blow of the flying knife was too hasty and the details were not handled well.

Yan Qing disdained that he waved his sword and knocked the flying knife down aside. Just as he was about to turn defense into attack, suddenly there was a loud noise-

"Bang!"

A fire light!

Yan Qing wanted to dodge, but the speed of the bullet was faster than him. If he wanted to survive, he had to use ** to block it!

"Puchi!" The bullet hit his left arm, which was protecting his chest.

At this time, a smell of gunpowder came into his nose. Song Sanqiu was also shocked and burst into tears. He was holding a gunpowder in his hand! This is really a life-saving thing!

Yan Qing raised his hand and looked at Song Sanqiu fiercely. He was just injured in his arm. Even if he was injured, he could still kill people...

"Retreat! Retreat!"

Song Sanqiu no longer had the chance to load a second bullet, so he had to escape and rushed into the jungle with the remaining killers.

Yan Qing wanted to chase after him, but he got up and stopped him by Wuque.

"Stop chasing him, so what if I kill him?" Wu Que pulled Yan Qing's hand to see his injuries.

Yan Qing shook his hand away and said, "Aren't you afraid that I will know your secret? Why do you have to pretend to be sensible?"

Wu Que felt very guilty, and he sighed softly: "You misunderstood me, right. But I know his origin, and I will not hide my secret."

Yan Qing squinted his eyes. He felt his hands hurt now, his left arm, and his left arm again! Those who were injured will always be the left arm!

"That's gunpowder, gun, something from Pili Hall. If I'm right, there must be an iron bead embedded in your flesh at this moment. You have to take it out, otherwise you will become one-armed like me." Wu Que pulled Yan Qing and walked towards the ancient temple.

Most of the stadiumers recovered from surprise. They had experienced the days of licking blood on the edge of the knife, so why bother making a fuss?

...

The embers in the ancient temple were awakened again, Wuque quietly added dry firewood, while Yan Qing hugged his arms and shivered with pain.

"You can't bear this little pain? Let the corpse outside use the sore medicine first. I will disinfect and bandage you later." Wu Que made a joke.

Yan Qing shook her head and whispered: "If your old injury has not healed and you have new injuries, can you bear the pain?"

"You are sad? Are you worried?"

“…”

"I don't know how to do medical skills, so it may hurt a little. You have to hold it back later." Wu Que couldn't help it. He was about to stand up and go out to urge—"狐!" The door was pushed open, and Wei Qun hurriedly stepped in.

"How is it? Brother Yan is okay?" Wei Qun hurriedly went up to check, holding small medicine bottles of various shapes in his hand.

"I can't die..." Yan Qing smiled bitterly, and he looked at Wei Qun with a little relief and said, "Thanks to Brother Wei's reminder, otherwise I'm afraid I'll die..."

"Brother Yan is talking about it. I'm still awkward. I didn't see him pulling out the musket, otherwise-"

"Wei Qun, can the bodyguards be treated?" Wu Que interrupted Wei Qun for some reason.

"Brother Wei broke his arm, and the others were injured some... but they were all fine."

"Will the enemy's casualties be handled?"

"You killed seven, two of them were seriously injured and broken. They are leaving them for later interrogation."

"No need to interrogate, kill them all. Throw their bodies away and try to sweep away the bloody snow, otherwise hungry wolves will come in groups in Dongyuetian."

"Can--"

"Go out, no one can come in without my greeting. I will guard the escort car tonight and open my eyes wide!"

"oh……"

Wei Qun left the sore medicine and left consciously.

"Why are you so strict with a child?" Yan Qing seemed to be chatting. He fiddled with the medicine bottles left by Wei Qun, all of which were made of golden sores and used for foot injuries.

Wu Que skillfully found a bottle, but he didn't rush to use it, but turned around and started looking for something in the ancient temple. After a while, he held an empty clay pot and collected snow outside the window, filling the pot.

Finally he put the pot of snow on the bonfire and said, "The snow in the sky is the purest before it lands, and the water cooked is rootless and clean. Please wait, use this water to clear the wound so that it will not be infected."

"Not particular." Yan Qing held up his left arm, and the wound that was already scarred was torn apart. What's even more terrifying was that an iron bead as big as a little finger was embedded tightly in the flesh. He gritted his teeth and used his internal force to pour it into his arms. After sealing the shoulder and neck acupoint, he wanted to try to force the iron bead out!

Wu Que was interested, and he looked at Yan Qing with a smile and said, "How can you push out the iron bead if you can't use any strength? What if the arrow stabbed into your body has an inverted hook?"

Yan Qing didn't believe it, he gritted his teeth and tried several times, until his sweat was soaked in his clothes, and the iron bead was still embedded in his arm without moving... He had no choice but to give up.

At this time, the pot of snow water was boiling. Wuque took a scarf from somewhere. After dipped in some water, he pulled Yan Qing's arm and wiped it gently...

It is hard to imagine that a swordsman in Tianya would have such a tender side.

Yan Qing was funny: "Your knife can cut mountains and cut stones, but your hands are even more tender than women..."

"It is the most fundamental thing for a martial arts practitioner to take care of lightness and weight. If you can't do this well, how can you walk around the world?" Wu Que also smiled, and while he was chatting and laughing, he raised his palm and gently moved his internal force. Then he patted the back of his arm and the iron bead actually jumped out by himself.

Yan Qing just thrust his eyebrows, but his arms were numb. When he reacted, the pain came to his heart.

"Fortunately, the wound is not deep and not covered with muscles and bones, and the iron beads are not poisoned, but your left hand cannot be used for the time being." Wu Que carefully sprinkled the sores he had taken off, and after that, he found a ribbon from somewhere to pierce the wound... It seems that he has been injured a lot, and he is familiar with bandaging the wound.

After finishing all this, Wuque found a few more wine bowls. He poured two bowls of cooked snow water, held one bowl in his palm and sipped it, and handed the other bowl to Yan Qing and said:

"Wine can warm your body and hurt your body. It's better to drink boiled water. If I don't have that much sorrow, I won't drink."

Yan Qing picked up the bowl and sniffed the fragrance of snow water, without roots and no purity. He said, "Do you know why Buddhism does not allow people to drink alcohol and eat meat?"

“Why?”

"Because wine and meat can make people suffer endless **."

"** will keep burning, so the body will get warm and warm!"

"Keep warm, you will think about lust and desire, and thus find ways to get women."

"Women are the root of sin and are a stumbling block in men's power and money."

"But I heard people say that you have a wife..." Yan Qing originally thought it was a joke. A person like Wu Que was lonely than himself, and he didn't look like a wife.

Wuque was silent for a moment, and finally he put down the wine bowl and took out the wine bag. In the end, he still had to drink when his worries came.

"Men are together, either Game of Thrones or talking about women," Wu Que sips of wine, his eyes were blurred, and he asked Yan Qing:

"Do you have a woman you like?"

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Chapter completed!