"What do you think, brother Chang?" Zhao Kai looked at Chang Yuchun and asked.
"It seems to be a lot better." Chang Yuchun tried to loosen his arm, and felt a refreshing feeling coming from the wound on his arm, and it was no longer so painful. Chang Yuchun immediately knelt down.
He kowtowed to Zhang Sanfeng and said, "Thanks to Master Zhang for his miraculous elixir, I saved this little man's life. Chang Yuchun is here to kowtow to you."
Zhang Sanfeng smiled and stretched out his hand to help Chang Yuchun up, and said: "If you want to thank me, thank this young hero. He asked me to save you. I am just a loyal person."
"That's natural. From now on, my surname, Chang Yuchun, will belong to my benefactor." Chang Yuchun kowtowed to Zhao Kai a few more times.
When Zhang Sanfeng was helping Chang Yuchun up just now, he touched the other person's palm, but felt that the touch was cold. He was slightly startled, and then asked: "Is Chang Yingxiong still injured internally?" Chang Yuchun answered honestly: "Little man
Escorting the young master from Xinyang to the south, he fought four times with the devil's claws sent by the Tatars to hunt him down on the way, and was slapped twice on the chest and vest by a Ban monk."
After listening to Zhang Sanfeng's words, Zhao Kai quickly walked up to Chang Yuchun, stretched out his hand to check for his pulse, but felt that the pulse was weak. When he unbuttoned his clothes and looked at the injury, he was even more horrified, only to see that his middle palm was swollen.
The injury was really serious. Anyone else would have been unable to support him long ago. This man traveled thousands of miles and resisted powerful enemies. He was truly a hero.
Zhao Kai frowned slightly, and after pondering for a moment, he said slowly: "Brother Chang, don't talk any more. You have to go to the cabin to rest and rest. This boat is badly damaged. I wonder if Master Zhang can make it convenient for the three of us.
People get on board to rest."
To be honest, Zhang Sanfeng was hesitant at this time. After all, Chang Yuchun was a prisoner of the imperial court, and he also had to take care of Zhang Wuji, who was suffering from cold poison. There was no room for any mistakes, but in the end he nodded and agreed. This is what a great master has done.
Vigor.
Zhang Sanfeng took out three taels of silver from his pocket and gave it to the boatman, saying: "Brother, the boatman, please go east along the river, cross the Xianren Ferry, and send us to Taipingdian to stay."
The boatman had just listened to a few people's words, and he had already known that the sloppy old Taoist priest in front of him was the famous Wudang Master Zhang. He was already in awe, not to mention that the other party had given so much money. He immediately agreed and rowed the boat along the river.
Go east.
"Come, Zhiruo, follow your brother to this ship." Zhao Kai smiled and thought about this week Zhiruo extending his right hand.
After hearing Zhao Kai's voice, Zhou Zhiruo turned around, with a pair of eyes that were already red and swollen from crying, looking directly at Zhao Kai. It could be seen that she was a little hesitant at this time, but finally stretched out her
With pink and white hands, Zhao Kai pulled Zhou Zhiruo over and said, "Water is the source of life. Your father was born in water, and now he has just returned to the embrace of water. Don't be sad."
Zhao Kaiyun summoned his inner strength, reached out and pushed forward, and the small fishing boat carrying Zhou Zhiruo's father drifted away along the current.
Zhao Kai, who was standing at the bow of the boat, reached out and put his hand on Zhou Zhiruo's petite head. He said nothing more, because no matter what he said at this time, it was superfluous. As long as he was sad with her, it was the best choice.
After sniffing for a while, the tip of her nose was red. Zhou Zhiruo suppressed the sadness in her heart, but her big watery eyes were already flooded.
"If you want to cry, cry, if you want to laugh, laugh. Don't live so depressed in your life." Zhao Kai slapped Zhou Zhiruo's little head hard with his right hand and said lightly.
Zhou Zhiruo raised her head and looked up at Zhao Kai, biting her lip, her thin shoulders trembling slightly, but her twinkling bright eyes could no longer hold back, and two lines of clear tears fell from her cheeks.
"That's it, just cry. It's enough. There's a better tomorrow waiting for you." Zhao Kai looked into the distance and said.
Zhou Zhiruo's voice was hoarse when she cried at the end, but her mood finally calmed down, and she fell asleep, perhaps out of exhaustion.
Zhao Kai took her into the cabin, took off his coat and put it on her body, then walked out of the cabin, walked up to Zhang Sanfeng, clasped his fists and said, "Thank you so much Master Zhang today."
"Young hero, you're welcome. Young hero, you can take such a big risk for a person who doesn't know his life, but it doesn't matter to me." Zhang Sanfeng said with a smile.
"My lord, Zhao Kai, Mr. Zhang should just call me by my name from now on. I'm really too ashamed to bear the word "young hero." Zhao Kai responded with a smile.
"Then I will rely on my old skills and call you Brother Zhao." Zhang Sanfeng laughed, obviously very satisfied with Zhao Kai.
"In this case, I won't be pretentious and just call you brother." Zhao Kai said with a smile.
"I wonder who this is?" Zhao Kai pointed at Zhang Wuji in the cabin and asked knowingly.
Seeing that Zhao Kai was asking about Zhang Wuji, Zhang Sanfeng smiled and replied: "This is the only son of my fifth disciple Zhang Cuishan, and his name is Zhang Wuji."
"It turns out that he is the child of Zhang Wuxia with Iron Painting and Silver Hook, but I think he doesn't look too good." Zhao Kai continued to ask.
Mentioning this, Zhang Sanfeng frowned unconsciously, worried, and sighed: "My Wuji child is suffering from cold poison. If I hadn't injected pure Yang internal energy into it every day, I'm afraid they would have gone west with their parents."
"Cold poison? Can you let me see it?"
Zhang Sanfeng can naturally see Zhao Kai's martial arts skills at a glance. Although it is indeed very rare to reach the acquired peak at such an age, even he cannot cure this cold poison, let alone Zhao Kai. But there is a glimmer of hope after all.
Okay, Zhang Sanfeng waved his hand and said: "Brother Zhao, go and see if you want. Don't be mentally burdened. Even an experienced person like me is helpless to deal with this poison. Even if I can't cure it, I won't blame you."
Zhao Kai walked up to Zhang Wuji and said with a smile: "Master Zhang, I'm offended."
After saying that, he opened the clothes on Zhang Wuji's chest, and saw a green five-finger palm print on Zhang Wuji's chest. There was still a trace of cold air around the palm print.
Zhao Kai narrowed his eyes slightly and said: "This Xuanming Divine Palm is really amazing."
Zhang Sanfeng on the side saw that Zhao Kai immediately revealed the reason for Zhang Wuji's poisoning, and his eyes lit up, maybe there was hope.
Xuanming Divine Palm is an extremely poisonous palm technique created by Taoist Baishu. It was later passed on to the two elders of Xuanming, namely Hebiweng and Luzhangke. The palm of the palm is filled with cold poison that enters the body, causing unbearable pain during the attack.
After a narrow escape, Zhang Wuji was slapped by the two elders Xuan Ming, and the cold poison spread into his internal organs.
It was Zhang Sanfeng and the Wudang heroes who injected pure Yang internal energy to support him. I am afraid that he would not have survived long ago. But even so, judging from the current situation, Zhang Wuji did not have much time to survive. Therefore, Zhang Sanfeng anxiously took him with tens of millions of Shaolin
, hoping to get some of Shaolin’s Nine Sun Magic Skills.
