Under Huang Xiaoshi's strong command to turn his back on others, the Shennong Baicaomen Caravan began its stress test.
I didn't rest from morning till night, I ate and drank while walking. I walked sixty miles a day. I really did it.
When we set up camp at night, many people were too tired to speak, and only had the energy to curse.
"That bitch, I think she turned into a vixen. If she hadn't been the one causing the evil, I wouldn't have suffered so much."
"Ouch, my leg is about to break. Third brother, please help me loosen my leggings quickly."
"It can't be loosened, it can't be loosened. You have to wait until you boil your feet with hot water before you can take it out."
"Then boil the water quickly. I don't even want to eat anymore, so I just want to wash my feet and fall asleep quickly."
"Biao (stop) yelling, Master Shi is here."
After a while, Huang Xiaoshi and Ji Wushuang came over on horseback.
Perhaps walking sixty miles a day is the limit for many Central Plains people, but for people from the Western Regions, as Huang Xiaoshi said, it is not too difficult. In fact, walking a hundred miles a day in the Western Regions
There are so many people.
The question is, how many days can an ordinary person last with such high-intensity walking?
Ji Wushuang didn't know it yet, but she did nothing and ended up attracting all the firepower.
After the caravan stopped, Huang Xiaoshi took Ji Wushuang into groups one by one to check on everyone's condition, and Huang Xiaoshi personally asked if anyone had an injured foot.
After asking around, I only found one doorman who sprained his foot.
After Huang Xiaoshi briefly checked the man's foot injury, he asked the team leader to arrange a big car for him tomorrow, and then repeatedly told each team leader to supervise the doormen to wash their feet with hot water.
Early the next morning, Huang Xiaoshi took Ji Wushuang for inspection again, and heard a scream.
After a night's sleep, the thugs from the corps had long been accustomed to beating the body, so they carried out Huang Xiaoshi's orders to the letter. It didn't happen to them, but the ordinary members of the caravan suffered.
"Ouch, I can't lift my foot pole."
"Ah, my calf and stomach hurt so much, I can't stand up anymore."
Huang Xiaoshi had already expected this situation.
Huang Xiaoshi, the master of massage, asked everyone to help all the people with leg pain, and then he rolled up his sleeves and pushed acupoints to activate blood circulation for these people with injured legs one by one.
The simplest principle of Chinese medicine theory: if there is pain, there will be no pain; if there is pain, there will be no pain.
With one touch, two pushes, and three flushes, the blocked meridians were opened. However, the patient grimaced in pain and even shed tears.
Huang Xiaoshi's technique this time was not as gentle as the massage given to Ji Wushuang. Firstly, his energy was limited and he did not have much time to do it too carefully. Secondly, it was also intentional, just to make them feel painful, excruciating pain.
You have to let these bastards know the pain, then they will know what I mean.
After making a group of grown men cry, Huang Xiaoshi was still on the sidelines, saying: "You are all living balls. If others are obedient, nothing will happen. It's your turn to back up.
I've told you so many fairways (so many times) that your leggings must be tied tightly and don't let me loose them halfway.
Damn it, if you don't listen, I think your legs will be broken tonight."
Huang Xiaoshi massaged and cursed at the same time, and he quickly managed about ten people.
These disciples were all carried here by others, and after a period of howling like ghosts and wolves, they were able to move around on their own.
After all the wounded in this unit had been treated, Huang Xiaoshi said, "From now on, every day will be sixty miles, please tell me (try to see)", and then went to the next unit.
Ji Wushuang carefully watched Huang Xiaoshi massage the injured. She found that Huang Xiaoshi's manual therapy was simply amazing.
First, there is no need for medicine, second, the effect is quick, and third, it seems very simple, just use internal force to attack the person's calf.
If this kind of manual therapy could be popularized in the Western Regions, how many people would be cured.
Ji Wushuang once again revised his evaluation of Huang Xiaoshi: This is an important talent that is extremely rare in our teaching and is of inestimable value.
…
Weiming took his small bow and arrow and walked in the forest outside Xiaoyao Valley.
Today's Weiming no longer needs to rely on hunting to make money, but this skill is still not abandoned and needs to be used from time to time.
Now is the best time to collect deer antlers. If you catch a deer that is replacing its antlers, the deer antlers can be used to make medicine for Doctor Xue, and the deer meat can also be used to improve the diet.
In the past few days, Weiming has been walking around in the woods every day. The reason for this is not that Weiming likes hunting very much, but that there is simply no room for people in Xiaoyao Valley these days.
After visiting Luoyang that day, the woman in green clothes came to Xiaoyao Valley the next day.
Wei Ming was shocked at that time, thinking that Thorny Thorns had thrown the family into chaos yesterday, and now the woman had come to Xiaoyao Valley to ask for an explanation.
When the master saw him, he was extremely happy. After a while, Wu Xiazi called his senior brother Gu Yuexuan over.
As a result, they had just said something when Gu Yuexuan turned to the door and closed the hall door. In the hall, Wu Xiazi, Cao Ehua, and Gu Yuexuan were chattering without knowing what they were saying.
After a while, the door opened. Wu Xiazi's face looked very ugly, Gu Yuexuan's face didn't look good either, and Cao Ehua seemed to have cried a lot.
Not long after, Cao Ehua said goodbye to Wu Xiazi.
Weiming asked his master full of curiosity and found out that Cao Ehua was sent on behalf of Huashan to deliver the invitations to this year's Young Heroes Meeting.
The organizer of the Young Heroes Association is that the six major factions take turns hosting it, but the organizer will also invite seniors from the world of martial arts to attend the meeting, that is, to be guests.
When these guests meet young people they admire, they can also comment or provide guidance.
This not only makes the Young Heroes Club seem very popular, but also gives it a good reputation as one that values martial arts rookies.
As a senior in the martial arts world, Wu Xiazi is the one who must be invited. As for whether Wu Xiazi goes or not, that is his business.
Originally, Wu Xiazi was really planning to go to Huashan this year.
However, Weiming is not as stupid as before. He can see that the master has only told half the truth to him, or a small half of the truth. When Cao Ehua came to Xiaoyao Valley, it was definitely not just as simple as sending an invitation.
After that day, the lively and lively atmosphere in Xiaoyao Valley suddenly disappeared.
No matter it is Master Wu Xiazi, Senior Brother Gu Yuexuan, Second Senior Brother Jingjie, or Junior Sister Wang Rong, all of them are smiling.
Something big must have happened here, but I don't know exactly what it is.
What's even more frightening is that Weiming discovers that the familiarity between brothers and sisters is no longer there, and everyone is doing things in a sneaky way.
Weiming discovers that Wu Xiazi is secretly talking to Gu Yuexuan alone.
Weiming discovered that Wu Xiazi was secretly talking to Wang Rong alone.
Wei Ming discovered that Gu Yuexuan was secretly talking to Wang Rong alone.
Wei Ming found out that Jingji was secretly talking to Wang Rong alone.
Everyone was looking for someone to talk to secretly, but they bypassed themselves.
Finally one day, Weiming heard Jingji shouting loudly at Gu Yuexuan: "Since I was a child, everything has been given to you first! Now what do you want from me? Tell me! What do you want from me!!"
Before Weiming had time to go over and break up the fight, he saw a figure flash and Wu Xiazi had already arrived in front of the two of them.
It turned out that the master had been eavesdropping, and the three of them were unable to notice it given their level of cultivation.
After Wu Xiazi arrived, Wei Ming naturally joined in without hesitation.
The next day, Wang Rong asked Wu Xiazi for leave to go home to visit relatives on the grounds that she missed her parents.
After Wang Rong left, Xiaoyao Valley was immersed in a dead silence. Wu Xiazi stopped singing, Ji Ji stopped pulling Gu Yuexuan to practice, and even the sound of Lao Hu's hammering was gone.
Weiming couldn't stand such a depressing atmosphere, so he ran away on the pretext of hunting every day.
…
After walking around in the forest for a long time, I found a few deer, but the antlers were still too small, so it was a pity to kill them. Let's keep their lives for now, and the old hunter will come back to pick them up in a few days.
Unconsciously, Wei Ming moved to the edge of the big lake in the forest.
At this time, Weiming saw two people he knew talking by the lake.
One is Mr. Feng, who has met Weiming several times, and the other is Nalan Luer, who amazed Weiming on the night of the 15th.
Wei Ming was in the dense forest far away. Although he couldn't hear what they were saying, looking at their body movements, it looked like Nalan Luer was asking Mr. Feng for something.
No matter what happened between the two people, it was their business. Originally, Wei Ming shouldn't care about it, but for some reason, the strange idea suddenly popped up: "Nalan Luer is proposing to Mr. Feng."
Speaking of which, Weiming was also startled by the thoughts in his mind, but he felt that it was extremely possible.
Regardless of his appearance, dress or temperament, it can be seen that Mr. Feng is a noble man, and Nalan Luer is the new leader. The two happen to be a very matched pair of men and women.
The only small problem is that Nalan Luer looks much older than Mr. Feng, but this is not a big problem.
As the saying goes, if a girl is in her third year of college, she will hold a gold brick. In the folk, it is very common for women to be five or six years older than their men (Chang Shenkai's first wife is five years older than him).
Weiming hid for a while and looked at it, and found that things seemed more complicated than he thought.
Because the two people talked for too long.
And Wei Ming discovered that although the expressions of the two people could not be clearly seen, it could be seen from their movements that Mr. Feng wanted to leave several times but was stopped by Nalan Luer.
Does Nalan Luer really want to marry into a wealthy family?
No, how could such a peerless beauty with such refined beauty be someone who covets wealth and honor?
Could it be that Mr. Feng was in trouble with Luer and finally gave up?!
Wow, this, this, this!
Weiming involuntarily walked closer and closer through the cover of the trees. Hiding behind the last big tree at the edge of the forest, Weiming strained his ears to the maximum and finally managed to hear some sounds.
Mr. Feng said coldly: "Do you know how I got here these years?
I hate you, and I hate that cruel woman who abandoned me. I will never forgive her.
Stay away from me, the further away the better.
If you stop me again, don’t blame me for being rude!"
Nalan Luer took a few steps forward, and once again stood in front of Mr. Feng.
Nalan Luer explained bitterly to Mr. Feng: "Feng'er, your mother really wasn't sent away by Baihualou.
This matter was extremely strange at first, and I had to secretly investigate it for many years before I could get some clues about it.
I've been looking for you all these years.
Feng'er, I finally found you."
"Go away. I won't listen!" Mr. Feng said viciously to Nalan Luer: "I say for the last time: don't follow me again!!"
After Mr. Feng finished speaking, he turned around and left, leaving only the lonely Nalan Luer.
After finishing the melon, Weiming was about to sneak away when he heard Nalan Luer faintly say: "Have you heard enough? Come out."
Weiming didn't expect that Nalan Luer would actually find him.
Originally, Nalan Luer chose to meet Mr. Feng by the lake because the view by the lake was wide enough to prevent anyone from eavesdropping.
However, the unknown hiding place is far away from the lake. Nalan Luer is most likely just deceiving herself. She has no idea if there is anyone around.
At this time, Wei Ming turned around and sneaked away without anyone noticing.
However, when the beauty sighs, many people's hearts melt.
So Weiming also sighed and walked out of the woods.
Nalan Luer turned around and saw that it was the young man standing in the first row at the beauty pageant that night.
It’s not that Nalan Luer’s memory is particularly good, but the scene at that time was particularly funny.
A scholar in white robe was crying and trying to climb up the stage. The young man stopped him and hugged him. The two of them pulled at the stage for a long time before they stopped.
"How much have you heard, Master?" Nalan Luer said to Weiming.
"Uh, just two sentences." Wei Ming, who rarely lied in the first place, completely lost the ability to lie in front of the beauty.
"Which two sentences are they?" Nalan Luer asked softly.
The beauty asked, so Weiming told him exactly what he heard.
"I'm really sorry. As soon as I saw you and Mr. Feng talking, I couldn't help but come closer." Weiming apologized.
"Oh, do you know Feng'er?" Nalan Luer, who was looking at the lake with a face full of sorrow and sorrow, turned around after hearing Weiming's words and asked him with a slightly pleading look:
"Can you tell me about Feng'er?"
"This..." After Weiming touched his head, he said: "We are actually not very familiar with each other."
Therefore, Weiming told Nalan Luer all the several times he had met Mr. Feng.
After finishing speaking, Nalan Luer also sighed, and she said to Weiming: "Originally, the young master was also Feng'er's friend, but it's a pity that you heard about [Baihua House]."
When Weiming heard this, he apologized repeatedly: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I didn't even think about it."
Nalan Luer took out a bamboo flute from her arms and said to Weiming: "Sir, can I play a piece of music for you?"
Weiming was greatly surprised when he heard it and said yes again and again.
"Sir, please sit down first." Nalan Lu'er held a bamboo shawl and smiled at Wei Ming's account, making Wei Ming feel drunk.
After Weiming found a clean patch of grass and sat down, Nalan Luer started playing.
This Xiao Sheng is melodious and melodious, but for some reason, Weiming's eyelids feel heavy as he listens to it.
Not long after, Weiming fell down on the meadow and fell asleep.
"Go to sleep. When you wake up, you will forget what happened today." Nalan Luer said softly to Weiming, who was sleeping soundly.
well.
As soon as you wake up, you can forget your worries.
It's really a happy thing.
…
When Weiming woke up, he didn't know what time it was. He just felt that his brain was confused and swollen, and he was not very awake.
After a while, when his mind returned to clarity, Weiming was shocked, why did he fall asleep?
Where is Sister Luer?
Wei Ming got up with a somersault, and when he looked around, he saw that the beauty was already gone.
There seems to be some connection between Mr. Feng, Nalan Luer, and Baihualou. By the way, Miss Xianyin mentioned it when she taught me the piano art that she studied under Baihualou.
Perhaps, Miss Xianyin also knows Nalan Luer.
Weiming raised his head and looked at the sky. He yawned and prepared to return to Xiaoyao Valley empty-handed today. When he went to Wangyou Valley, he would ask Miss Xianyin about Baihua Tower.
Nalan Luer did not expect that her best skill, [Demon Sound], would be resisted by Wei Ming.
Nalan Luer never expected that Weiming was actually a disciple of Baihualou.
All kinds of coincidences in the world, when they develop in their own directions, finally converge on Weiming.