The rain was still falling, and the once bustling streets were now filled with only a few passers-by hurriedly taking shelter from the rain. The whole street gave people an inexplicable sense of loneliness.
After Dongzhang jumped off the dock warehouse, he ran all the way close to the eaves. His figure was as fast as a ghost. A young girl in Huaichun, who was lying on the window and staring sadly at the heavy rain outside, suddenly felt a cold and strong wind passing by, and she was confused.
Blinking his eyes, he curiously poked his little head out of the window and looked around, but there was no one on the street except for a bunch of farm tools that were blown by the strong wind and rustled.
"Mom! Did you see a figure floating by just now?" The girl asked loudly and unwillingly to her mother who was sitting at the door and weaving by the light.
"You silly kid, you've just watched too many operas. It's raining heavily. Who doesn't take shelter at home and wander around in your spare time?" The woman who lowered her head and was weaving seriously said to herself without raising her head.
the silly boy said angrily.
"Strange, am I really seeing it wrong, but that is really a person..." Although her mother denied herself, the girl who was still at the age of dreaming still insisted on her own eyes, convinced that she did not
I misread it, and I couldn't help but think of the heroes who came and went in the story book. I stared at the white rain outside, holding my chin and immersed in my daydream.
The girl was wrong about one thing. The figure that just passed by was not a hero, but an evil ghost who came out of hell. To some people, Dongzhang was a complete devil, worse than a villain.
More villainous.
The figure that just passed quickly under the eaves of the girl's house was naturally the injured Dongzhang. The Nine-Yang Divine Art is indeed very magical. After it is completed, the internal force in the body runs on its own, endlessly, and can resist many external forces, but it does not
Including bows and arrows, mortal bodies, you will still bleed or be injured if you are stabbed with a knife.
If Mr. Jin's internal strength is compared to strength, Jiuyang Divine Skill just has some more characteristics than ordinary internal skills and mental skills. It can also be called a passive skill.
Although the Jiuyang Magic Technique heals injuries very quickly, you still have to look at what kind of injury it is. Internal injuries are naturally incomparable with ordinary exercises. But now Dongzhang is suffering from external injuries that bleed and lose flesh, and there is something on the arrow head.
It's barbed, even though the arrow was tightly clamped by the muscles the moment it pierced the body, preventing it from hurting the lungs.
But when Dong Zhangyi pulled out the arrow, the barb also brought out a lot of flesh and blood. The bleeding stopped, but the wounds that lacked flesh still need to be carefully bandaged with medicine and rest to slowly recover.
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He raised his head and looked at the terrible weather. Dongzhang knew that if his wounds were not treated quickly, he might become infected. He couldn't stay in the inn. Who knows if those imperial hawks and dogs would go door to door to check them. He raised his eyes and looked at
At the corner across the street, there was a Renhe Hall with its door ajar. Dongzhang's eyes lit up, and he quietly drifted away there.
In Renhe Hall, there were only two people, one old and one young. The old one was an old man, and the younger one should be sixteen or seventeen years old, only a few years younger than Dong Zhang.
At this moment, he was staring boredly at the non-stop rainstorm outside and said to the old man who was busy picking up medicine in the inner hall: "Grandpa, how long do you think this rain will continue to rain? Today we can return a business
It’s not even done yet.”
"My heart is restless, my heart is restless, I'm talking about you. How many times has grandpa told you that as a doctor, you must be steady and steady, and don't be greedy for success. This is a taboo." The old man stared at him, hating that iron is not made of steel.
The young man standing at the door said seriously.
Then he raised his head and looked at the ajar door, and said: "It will stop naturally when it should stop. Have you memorized all the medical scriptures? If not, just read the book for me. Don't do nothing every day. In the future, this house will stop."
The store still has to count on you."
"Oh~" The young man shrank his head and turned around to read a book obediently. Perhaps in order to save money, the two grandfathers and grandsons were reluctant to light candles in the dim room. The young man brought a small stool and sat by the door with books in his hands.
He shook his head and read the book in the dim light.
The old man raised his head and glanced at the young man who was reading seriously, then smiled and continued to pick his own medicinal materials. What the two of them didn't know was that a third person had quietly appeared in the quiet room at this moment, and that was Dong Zhang.
At this time, Dongzhang, who was quietly sitting cross-legged on the beam, used the Nine Yang Magic Skill to dry his wet clothes in just a moment, and even his hair was no longer wet. The conversation between the grandfather and grandson below him
Naturally, I listened to every word.
With a slight smile, Dongzhang floated down the beam silently and came to the medicine cabinet. Having studied pharmacological medicine for a year and a half, Dongzhang naturally knew what medicine he needed for his injuries. He quickly
He picked out the medicinal materials he needed one by one, wrapped them in a dry cloth, and quickly ran to the back hall.
At this moment, the old man who was picking up medicinal materials seemed to have something in his heart. He raised his dim eyes and looked at the silent medicine cabinet. He saw a shining silver coin lying quietly on the counter.
"Eh? Why is there a silver coin on the counter?" The boy who got up to pour water also noticed the silver coin on the counter and asked curiously.
The old man looked back silently: "This is what grandpa put up just now. Just put it away."
"Huh? Grandpa, when did you release it? Why didn't I know?" The young man was still confused.
"Why are you talking so much? Put your money away and go read a book quickly." The old man's voice couldn't help but become a little louder.
Seeing that his grandfather seemed a little angry, the young man immediately wilted. He shrugged his shoulders and put the money away obediently, then sat at the door and continued reading.
After seeing his grandson holding up the book obediently, the old man secretly breathed a sigh of relief. He stared at the open door of the back hall and murmured to himself: "I don't know what this ingot of silver will bring."
Is it a blessing or a curse..."
Dongzhang, who had left at this moment, brought an umbrella and clean clothes from someone's house for him to change into. Then he walked into the white street alone holding an umbrella, and looked back at the half-open door.
Renhetang's lips twitched slightly: "What an interesting old man..."
Of course, Dongzhang can go into the store to buy medicine openly, but he is afraid of bringing bad luck to ordinary families. If someone checks afterward and finds out that the grandfather and grandson sold the medicine to Dongzhang, Dongzhang can't imagine what the angered eagle dogs will do.
I wouldn't offend others over this, so I just carried on quietly. I thought I would be unnoticed, but I didn't know that my father-in-law's perception was so good.
I was still sensed by him when I left. Is it true that the old man and the cat can really see 'things' that ordinary people can't see, and sense 'things' that ordinary people can't?
Shaking his head and no longer thinking about these mysterious things, Dongzhang stepped into an inn that was full of people. He looked around and found that most of them were guests who came here to drink tea and kill time while hiding from the rain. There were also
A large number of people stood under the eaves of the inn and did not choose to go into the store to spend money.
No less depressing than the outside, the inn was really crowded and lively at this time. Everyone gathered around a storyteller and listened to the book with great interest.
Smiling, Dongzhang came to the shopkeeper and tapped his fingers on the table to wake up the shopkeeper who was also fascinated by what he heard. He said: "Shopkeeper, here are five roast chickens, five kilograms of sauced meat, and two jars of fine Fenjiu."
Walk."
Seeing that it was a big customer, the shopkeeper's eyes immediately lit up, and he nodded hurriedly: "Okay, okay, sir, please wait a moment, I will ask the chef to prepare it for you."
"Yes." He responded softly, and turned around to look at the storyteller who spoke eloquently.
"By the way, that Scarlet Fairy Li Mochou is one of the most beautiful women in the world..."
Hahahaha, Uncle Li, your stories have all reached here. Listening to the storyteller’s words, a smile appeared on Dongzhang’s lips....