Although the neighbors were surprised, the simple villagers suddenly understood that Pei Feng had been humble and respectful since he lived here, and never made trouble with the neighbors over trivial matters. The pair of children were also polite, since they said they would give them to everyone in the evening.
After an explanation, they all dispersed silently.
Seeing that Pei Feng really wanted to take this uninvited guest home, a villager was worried that a woman would not be strong enough, so he quickly turned around and helped Pei Feng carry Liu Ru home before leaving.
Pei Feng couldn't help but feel grateful, and the simple villagers went home without saying thank you.
After the farce, tranquility returned to the village, and everyone was as usual, as if nothing had happened here just now.
Huangshan was looking at this woodshed. After a day and night of rest, Huangshan began to slowly recover. Although his injuries were not healed, thanks to Xi Wusi's porridge, his physical strength and mental state were much better.
Seeing Liuzhuang, whose purple-black face had not faded away, Huangshan slowly began to remember what happened when he was injured. Vaguely, he had heard someone announcing his home as Liujiazhai. Could it be this person? It can be seen that this person
His face was also slightly purple-black, which was an obvious sign of poisoning.
Huangshan sniffed Liuzhuang's breath, immediately took out a cloth bag from his arms, slowly unfolded it, pulled out a few needles from a row of different lengths, and at the same time sealed Liuzhuang's heart veins with silver needles, and then opened it again
, Liuzhuang had several small holes pierced on each of his fingers and ears.
When pricking Dao's finger, Huangshan looked at the knife mark on Liuzhuang's finger and was stunned: This is one of Wudang's detoxification methods. People say that ten fingers are connected to the heart. Generally, what poisoned people are most afraid of is that the poison enters the heart, and the ten fingers
It is the end of the heart meridians. Therefore, stimulating the ten fingers can not only continuously stimulate the heart meridians, but also allow the poisonous blood to flow out from the fingertips.
Wudang detoxification techniques are generally divided into two categories. One is antidote detoxification. Of course, this requires being able to find the antidote no matter what kind of poison you are poisoned. The other method is the tip-breaking technique with ten fingers, which is also an unheralded secret of Wudang.
"Who on earth knows my Wudang detoxification technique?" Huangshan guessed, while slowly inserting the silver needle, and at the same time rubbing Liuzhuang's ears. Finally, when the earlobes were red and transparent, he added the silver needle method.
The ear was filled with silver needles. Wherever the needles landed, poisonous blood seeped out, exuding a pungent stench.
Half an hour later, Huangshan pulled out the silver needle, and Liuqiao's complexion became better again, and a little blush began to appear. Although the blush was very light, Huangshan was still very excited.
With a painful groan, Liu Zhuang slowly opened his weak eyes.
"Thank you, young man, thank you for saving my life."
"You're awake," Huang Shan said excitedly: "You lie down when you wake up. You are very weak now and can't move around. I don't know where this place is. I'll go and see what's going on before I go to help you."
Just find something to eat, and in a few days the poison in your body will be almost completely eliminated."
Liuzhuang smiled and nodded. He didn't know whether he should be happy or sad at this time. The movement and moves of the young man in front of him looked so familiar. They were clearly from the Wudang sect. But who was this young man? What he wanted to do was not allowed.
And know.
Huangshan sat up cross-legged and tried to adjust his breath. Although the internal injuries still hurt slightly, the true energy in his body could still be gradually repaired. He wanted to repair more internal injuries, because this was
It was unclear whether he was a friend or an enemy, but soon he could no longer adjust his breath, because he heard both his and Liuzhuang's stomachs growling.
As the saying goes, people are like iron rice and steel. If they don't eat one meal, they will be hungry. In one day and one night, the two of them only ate a bowl of gruel. If this was normal, it would be fine. People in the world have enough endurance.
But after all, the two of them are now seriously injured, poisoned, and very weak.
Huangshan said to Liuzhuang apologetically: "Okay, I'll go find out what's going on and get some food by the way."
In a flash, Huangshan stepped aside from the firewood shed door. A chill suddenly ran through his body, and he couldn't help but shudder. After looking up and looking around for a while, he realized that this was a small village. Huangshan tightened his tight clothes.
Slowly touch wherever you smell the aroma of rice.
Although the small kitchen is simple, it is also very neat. As soon as you enter the kitchen door, you can feel the warmth of fireworks. Firewood is burning on the stove, making a sound of peeling, and a large pot is boiling water on the stove.
, steaming out. Some kitchen utensils and firewood, rice, oil and salt were scattered around the walls of the kitchen. Next to the big pot, in a bamboo dustpan, there was a dustpan full of stuffed rice, which was steaming.
Huangshan came from a rural area since he was a child. He knew that the villagers would cook rice with raw rice when they get up early so that they can be steamed in a basket for lunch. Huangshan was so happy that he quickly made two fist-sized rice balls from the rice and was about to return to the woodshed.
"Si'er, go and turn on the water. Han'er will help my mother pluck the chicken feathers. I'm going to make some chicken soup for them." A voice came, and Huangshan couldn't help but be stunned on the spot. Although they hadn't seen each other for more than ten years, although there was something in the voice
I remember the vicissitudes of time, but this voice is so familiar. Isn't this the voice I think about day and night?
Before he had time to think about it, the footsteps gradually got closer and closer to the kitchen. Huang Shan jumped up and jumped onto the beam directly opposite the stove.
A handsome young boy was carrying a wooden bucket on the stove. He was pouring boiling water from the pot into the bucket. From time to time, he would look back at the direction of the woodshed. This look looked very much like him. Huangshan Forced
He suppressed his inner excitement and did not act rashly. He wanted to fully investigate the matter.
Xi Wusi carried half a bucket of boiling water without any sign of exertion. Although he studied every day, he still lived in the village, could still do ordinary farm work, and was in good health.
In desperation, Huangshan walked out of the back door of the kitchen and jumped to the roof. Although the cold wind was howling, it still could not conceal his inner excitement.
There is a small lawn in front of the house. There are two jujube trees on the lawn and a long bamboo pole is horizontal. Clothes are being dried on the bamboo pole. Under the jujube tree, a little girl with a sky-high bun is squatting and doing things in front of her.
There is a chicken in a wooden basin. The little boy who was fetching water just now is scooping boiling water from the wooden bucket into the wooden basin. Then the little girl skillfully plucks the chicken feathers, and a little yellow dog next to her is wagging her tail.
Looking at the wooden basin, I was drooling.
A woman wearing an apron came from the house and came to the opposite side of the little girl. The little girl called out "Mother" softly, and the woman responded softly and helped them to pluck the chicken feathers.
Now the woman was facing Huangshan Mountain, and Huangshan Mountain made her eyes go straight when she saw it: the woman had a beautiful face, although there were some traces of years on her face, and although she was wearing simple farm clothes, she still couldn't hide the look of her youth.
Elegance.
While the woman was busy with her hands, she was deep in thought.
Already: Why did Liu Zhuang and Liu Ru suddenly appear here, and one was poisoned and the other was seriously injured? Who is that young man? The seven brothers of the Liu family have never been separated. Where did the remaining five go?
When Huangshan saw this woman, he couldn't help himself. Isn't this the person he was looking for? Inadvertently, the sole of his foot slipped and he almost lost his footing, but he managed to stabilize himself.
This movement did not escape Pei Feng's ears. Pei Feng, who already thought it was strange, immediately said angrily: "Where did the thief come from? Isn't it good to be honest? If you have to be sneaky, are you bullying no one in the countryside?"
As he spoke, he quickly picked up a small stone in his hand, waved his hand and hit it in the direction of the sound.
Huang Shan had no choice but to jump down into the lawn and was about to acknowledge each other. Pei Feng didn't care much, so he stepped forward and slapped the chest of the person in front of him with his right hand.
Huang Shan wanted to speak several times, but Pei Feng pushed too hard with each move, and Huang Shan had to retreat. The sound of fighting attracted Xi Wusi's attention, and he quickly pulled his sister and ran to the woodshed. When he saw the woodshed
Sure enough, one person was missing, and I felt extremely upset. It turned out that I had saved a bad guy.
Xi Wusi was afraid that his mother would suffer a loss, and he didn't care about the prohibition that his mother told him. He quickly ran back to his mother's room, picked up the long sword under the box, turned around and ran towards the door, looking for an opportunity to kill it.
Give the sword to my mother.
Although Pei Feng rarely practiced martial arts in the past fifteen years, life in the countryside made her endurance more and more abundant, and the fresh environment also made Pei Feng like to breathe more and more, so her internal strength increased a lot.
Pei Feng's moves became faster and faster, but what was surprising was that the young man in front of him seemed to be completely familiar with his own moves and could perfectly avoid every attack. The more Pei Feng fought, the more frightened he became, as to what the origin of this boy was.
Huangshan had no intention of fighting because he just wanted to get to know each other, but fifteen years later, how could Pei Feng know Huangshan? So he just treated him as an unwelcome guest and showed no mercy.
When Huangshan saw the woman's moves, he became more confident in his judgment. He was pressed hard by the moves and he was seriously injured, so he had to use his body skills to dodge. Pei Feng saw that the young man not only knew his own martial arts, but also seemed to have no intention of fighting, so he just evaded.
Moreover, the evasive movements are like the martial arts of our sect.
Seeing that there was no way to continue the fight like this, Huangshan hurriedly jumped up with a quick Qinggong move, and at the same time stepped back more than ten feet. Huangshan crossed his palms, stood firm on his two feet, and then launched a wild horse move from a distance.
Part the mane.
When Pei Feng saw that the opponent not only avoided but also used two unique skills of the Wudang Sect: Tiyunzong and Tai Chi, he followed closely without using any moves again. Xi Wusi quickly handed the sword to his mother and handed it to her mother.
He stood aside and stared angrily at the person in front of him.
Pei Feng took out his sword from its sheath, pointed at the young man and asked: "Who are you, and why do you know my Wudang Kung Fu? If it makes sense to you today, I will let you live. If it doesn't make sense, I will let you make a sword."
The souls of the dead."
When Huang Shan saw the sword unsheathed, he was 100% sure that the woman in front of him was his master's wife. Huang Shan couldn't help but blurt out: "Lingfeng, Lingfeng sword."
Pei Feng was horrified, how could he recognize the Lingfeng Sword? This sword had not appeared in the world for fifteen years, and the young man in front of him was only in his twenties, how could he recognize the Lingfeng Sword?