After a night of heavy rain, the mountains and forests are shining with dewdrops, and the plants are all exuding vitality. 【Book by】

The blood in Sikong Yao's leg wound had coagulated into purple-black, and a bullet was stuck in the flesh, and it hurt in his heart at every turn.

So Meng Xiyao had no choice but to carry Sikong Yao on his back and walk all the way towards the drunkard's residence.

The mud under your feet is slippery due to the accumulation of rainwater, and you have to be careful with every step.

Meng Xiyao's physical strength was running out, and his breathing began to become confused.

If Sikong Yao knew that he couldn't do it and insisted on coming down and walking by himself, it might cause trauma to his leg injury.

He adjusted his breath slightly, trying to make himself look as calm as possible.

Although he had taken plantain, the effect was limited, and Sikong Yao's fever had not subsided, but the situation had obviously improved.

Despite this, Meng Xiyao could still feel the difference between the body temperatures of the two.

He took a slow, deep breath and quickened his pace.

The descent is always rough, but it is also good for the journey, it does not require much effort, and the slope will urge you to go down.

After about an hour, he finally came to the drunkard's residence.

At this time, the drunk man was already waiting outside the door, a rare seriousness.

The drunk man glanced at Sikong Yao's injury, although the wound area was quite large, fortunately it did not hurt the muscles and veins.

The drunk man then slowly raised his head and said nothing.

Although the fluffy hair blocked his eyes, Meng Xiyao could feel that behind the dirt, there was an indifferent reproach.

A man who can't protect a woman, ridiculous.

Meng Xiyao slightly avoided the drunkard's burning gaze, and said, "Master, please come to the rescue." ”

The drunk man turned around and waved his hand, and ordered Yang Muling, who was feeding the river shrimp on the side, "Mu Ling, bring her in." ”

Yang Muling took Sikong Yao and glanced at Meng Xiyao helplessly.

This time he entered the house, and the drunk did not make a move.

Due to the injury on the leg. There is a difference between men and women, and after the drunk man just explained the matter, he handed over all the powers to Yang Muling.

Yang Muling has followed her to learn art for more than ten years, although she is still far from being independent. But the medical work is also handy.

A simple minor operation, Yang Muling is enough to deal with.

Meng Xiyao waited anxiously on the side, a worried heart was uneasy.

The drunk said indifferently, "Come with me." ”

Meng Xiyao hesitated for a while, his heart was full of concern for Sikong Yao, but in the end he went into the kitchen with the drunk.

Yang Muling made a small cut with scissors on Sikong Yao's pants, revealing the wound.

Alcohol sterilization, three red cotton needles to relieve pain, Yang Muling slowly took out the bullet.

Although acupuncture isolates most of the synaesthesia, after all, it grows on its own flesh, and it is false to say that there is no feeling.

Sikong Yao arched his back slightly. Straighten your feet and try to feel better.

But I have to say that Yang Muling's craftsmanship is very exquisite, and she completed the operation without letting Sikong Yao suffer too much pain.

Sikong Yao sighed with emotion: "Mu Ling, you are so good at this kung fu. Was it really taught by that crazy old man? ”

Yang Muling grinds some herbs into a paste, which can play a role in stopping bleeding.

Yang Muling applied the herbs to the wound, and then said: "Although Master looks crazy, he is still very serious when he should be serious, especially in the current situation of human life, he will definitely not die without saving." ”

Sikong Yao shook her head disdainfully, how could this be different from what she knew.

The drunken old man who threatened to exchange his life for his life. It's clearly not like that.

Yang Muling cleaned up the blood cloth strips and cotton yarn on the ground to stop bleeding, and then said, "Don't you believe it? ”

Sikong Yao nodded affirmatively.

Yang Muling looked at the quiet farmland outside the window, and slowly spoke, telling a story for Sikong Yaodao.

Kitchen.

Meng Xiyao followed behind the drunk, not daring to speak for a long time, and the atmosphere was extremely cold for a while.

Meng Xiyao could feel it. On the body of the drunkard, an amazing aura emanated.

The breath was deep and sharp, making his heart feel as if he was pressing against a stone.

The drunk scolded, "Why is she hurt?" ”

Meng Xiyao didn't want to explain anything, in the final analysis, it was all his own negligence.

The drunk rebuked, "As a chef." Your knife can only be aimed at food, and the end of one life is supposed to be for the continuation of another. I don't see half of the mercy when you cook the river prawns, and when you swing the knife in your hand at the enemy, you can't even protect your beloved, you have tarnished the dignity of a chef and a man. ”

Meng Xiyao lowered his head and humbly accepted the teachings.

The drunkard asked again: "Tell me, for a person like you, when the demon knife is in your hands, what is the use of killing the evil in vain?" ”

Meng Xiyao was stunned for a moment, and said with a little surprise: "Can the predecessors know the whereabouts of the demon knife?" ”

"Not only do I know its whereabouts, but it's in my hands." The drunkard spoke with sadness.

"Senior ......"

As soon as Meng Xiyao spoke, the drunk man waved his hand to cut off his words, and he muttered again, telling a story.

Once upon a time, there was a man who was born into a family of physicians, who was proficient in acupuncture and moxibustion, and who loved cooking.

He blended herbs and ingredients, and through his unremitting efforts in research, he finally became a medicinal dietitian.

The man immediately became a new star in the food industry, and his medicinal diet cured all kinds of diseases and became sought after by everyone.

Later, the man met the most cherished person in his life, she was so flawless, like a white lotus.

Men spend their lives just to make her smile.

The man vows to use the most precious herbs and the most delicious ingredients in the world to make medicinal food that can give people an ageless appearance.

He strives for the pinnacle and strives to prepare the most perfect medicinal food, and the products used are all sacred.

Thousands of miles away, after hardships, all over the land of China, found a century-old ginkgo on the shore of the Bohai Sea, found a three-inch ice silkworm on the top of the snow-capped mountain, and finally only a taste of deer antlers.

Five years have passed in a flash.

The woman accompanied him all the way, and her face had already withered and yellowed.

Men began to devote themselves to the preparation of elixirs, but women became more and more old day by day.

The woman was tired of this kind of life and said, "I don't want to look old, let's live the rest of our lives in peace." ”

The man looked at the woman's haggard face and comforted, "Wait until I have made the elixir of immortality." Everything will be fine. ”

The man blamed the antler velvet for his failure, he hated that the antler cut was not smooth enough, and he needed a good knife.

So he spent another five years of light and shadow to find the sharpest demon knife in the world.

For the demon knife. He hovered on the brink of death countless times, but for the sake of women, he survived with bloody hands.

He slaughtered another thousand sika deer, and finally reached the perfect deer antler in his mind.

Every day he couldn't sleep at night, and as soon as he closed his eyes, a thousand sika deer were rushing and hissing in his head.

The man made the most perfect elixir of immortality, at least he was so paranoid as he thought.

The antler velvet that gathered the remnants of a thousand sika deer became the fuse.

After the woman ate his elixir of immortality, she really became ageless.

How can a white bone age?

The man wept bitterly for three days and three nights, and he was enlightened. Self-styled demon knife, no longer willing to get involved in cooking.

He farmed in the uninhabited mountains and forests, away from the hustle and bustle, determined not to ask the world again, otherwise he would fall under the sword of the hanged demon.

One day he was drunk and collapsed in the middle of the road. A girl walked over with a white lotus in her hand.

The girl cried and shouted, "Get out of the way, I'm going to use the Tianshan Snow Lotus to save my mom and dad." ”

When the man saw the white lotus, he remembered the woman he loved all his life and was furious.

"Nonsense! How can the White Lotus cure diseases, quack doctors mislead people, and kill in vain! ”

"Then what to do, Mom and Dad will die!"

The girl burst into tears. The man is helpless, and the oath not to leave the medicine mountain has been made, so he can't break his word.

Later, the man decided to go down the mountain to save people, and then hanged himself in the future.

At this moment, the girl had a plan and said, "Grandpa." Can you teach me how to heal my mom and dad? ”

So the man took the girl as an apprentice and taught acupuncture skills.

"The person you're talking about can't be your master, right?" Sikong Yao's eyes widened, and he couldn't calm down for a long time.

Yang Muling nodded and responded, "It's him." A person who is able to abandon himself in order to save others. ”

Sikong Yao gasped, and the image of the drunk suddenly became taller, just like the worldly master in white clothes in her original fantasy.

Kitchen.

Meng Xiyao was stunned and speechless.

The drunkard sighed, bitter.

"It should be deserved to increase the number of sins and harm oneself, but don't affect the people around you."

Meng Xiyao's sentence was slightly blocked, and he replied with difficulty: "Thank you for the teachings of your predecessors......"

The drunkard put away his sad old state, and said: "Plus this time, you now owe me a total of braised bear's paws and a leg." ”

Meng Xiyao nodded, he would not shirk, because this is the rule of a drunk.

With a scolding in his drunken tone, he asked, "Nodding your head?" Where's my bear's paw? ”

Meng Xiyao shook his head and smiled bitterly, but without a trace of remorse, he just said: "There is no vain killing, I have let it go to the mountains and forests." If the master likes it, my bloody hand will be returned to the master. ”

The drunk said coldly: "What about the other leg?" ”

"Also with the master." For Sikong Yao, Meng Xiyao did not hesitate.

Hand up, cold light appeared.

The knife stops, and the edge breaks.

The drunk man waved his hand, turned his bare hands into a knife, and the invisible knife qi cut off the kitchen knife in Meng Xiyao's hand.

The drunk laughed and said, "Okay, don't vain my hard work, the son can be taught!" Where the love goes, the distracting thoughts are eliminated. ”

Meng Xiyao looked blankly at the drunken man with his bare hands condensing the knife, shocked.

The drunk laughed and said, "If you cut off your hands and feet, that girl will not want my life." Make a golden crispy shrimp dish and just grant me one more request. ”