He Lao Wu's words undoubtedly made Seinfeld feel even more curious, I don't know why his father-in-law would still do artillery battles, doesn't it mean that these things are all secrets of the Daomen? And judging from the cannons released during the Chinese New Year, it would be good if those cannons in Daomen could kill a chicken, how could it be possible to collapse the mountain?

Seinfeld couldn't hold back her curiosity and didn't dare to ask, because such a powerful artillery battle was a treasure no matter whose hand it was, and it would really be difficult for Wu Zheng to inquire about it by himself.

Wu Zheng said: "Are you sure that Tian Dabiaozi is really dead?" ”

He Lao Wu nodded excitedly and said: "Iron must be dead and can't die anymore, I really see that dog thing, take the lead in rushing to the front of the team with his Mo knife, if nothing else, the corpse of the dog thing should be near here." ”

"There!" Liu Mang suddenly pointed to the boulder in front of him and said.

Everyone looked and saw that there was a half-cut Mo knife under the boulder, and everyone worked together to pry the boulder open, and the people below had already been smashed into meat sauce, as for whether that person was Tian Dabiao Wu Zheng didn't know, anyway, he hadn't seen it. But judging from the looks on Liu Mang and Seinfeld's faces, there is no doubt that Bacheng is that guy.

Tian Daba's son died, and Seinfeld immediately led people to kill Jigong Village, and after a while, smoke rose from Jigong Mountain, twenty miles away.

And all this has nothing to do with Wu Zheng, Song Fei'er, as the owner of the village, naturally has the responsibility to take his brothers to attack the city and pull out the village for the welfare of the brothers in the village, and at the same time establish his prestige for himself, if this kind of thing is done for his uncle, then it will be a bit excessive for some people.

Back in the village, the more than 200 corpses left by Zhao Yi had already been cleaned up, leaving a place of blood and water that was exposed to the autumn sun, emitting a fishy smell.

There are very few flies at this time, but Wu Zheng still raised his hand and fanned his nose like a fly.

It wasn't because the smell of blood was too stinky, but he smelled a strong smell of willow branch water, and when he walked into the Juyi Hall, he saw that the injured brothers had been moved here, Yuntong was shuttling through the crowd with a medicine box to apply medicine to the wounded to heal their wounds, and the woman in the village was carrying willow branch water to clean the wounds of the wounded.

Seeing Wu Zheng coming, everyone stopped to salute Wu Zheng, because they all knew that if it weren't for their uncle, they would have been finished with the entire Shenmu Village today.

"Leave me alone, I'm just here to see if there's anything I can do to help."

came to Yuntong's side and was about to ask him for some Jinchuang medicine, but he saw that he was applying medicine to a brother, who was slashed in the back, and he was crawling on the ground with a one-foot-long hole on his back at this time.

Yuntong picked up the golden medicine and was about to sprinkle it on it, but Wu Zheng grabbed his hand and said, "Uncle Yun, this kind of injury to your family's ancestral golden medicine can also be cured?" ”

Who knew that Yuntong shook his head and sighed: "Resign yourself to fate!" But I can't do nothing! ”

Hearing Yuntong say this, Wu Zheng knew that Yuntong's ancestral golden medicine was not good enough to do so, so he took out the needle and thread that he had prepared a long time ago, and said to the brother who was crawling on the ground: "Brother, bear with it first, I will sew up your wound now, so that if you do this, your injury will not be a big deal." ”

"Sew it up?" Yuntong exclaimed: "Is it appropriate for my uncle to do this?" How can this man's flesh be sewn together like a garment? ”

Wu Zheng said: "Didn't you also see me sewing my father's wound with a needle?" The result? ”

Yuntong was stunned for a moment, and then said, "This ...... I didn't think of that. ”

Although Wu Zheng has never studied medicine, but now he has mixed up the name of a miracle doctor in the cottage, and he is in the name of a miracle doctor, and the injured brother endured the pain and said: "It's okay uncle, you can sew it!" I know this kind of injury, and it will be God's eyes to live until tomorrow, since my uncle has a way to cure me, then my second life will be handed over to you, uncle. ”

"Good man, bear with me."

After speaking, Wu Zheng handed Wang Er a wooden stick and told him to bite it, which was considered to have been anesthetic, and then he picked up the needle and thread with one hand, pinched Wang Er's wound with the other, and began to thread the needle and thread on his back.

This sounds easy, but when Yuntong saw Wu Zheng threading needles and threads in flesh and blood, he couldn't help but feel a pain in his back.

This Yuntong said that it was Langzhong, but at the same time, he was also a ringing horse, and he usually didn't have a hand to cut people with a knife, but today when he saw Wu Zheng threading a needle on Wang Er's back, he couldn't help but feel a tremble, how strong does this heart have to be to get this hand?

"See? Isn't it simple? Wu Zheng put down the needle and thread, picked up the willow branch water and began to clean Wang Er's wound, this thing is afraid that it is the most primitive disinfectant water that Wu Zheng knows, if you want to say that the effect Wu Zheng doesn't know, but where should I go to find alcohol at this time?

Yuntong was already sweating profusely, looked at Wang Er on the ground, didn't know when he had already fainted, and then looked at Wu Zheng with a calm and clear face, he only felt that his throat was a little dry, and he couldn't help but swallow a few more mouthfuls of saliva.

For Wu Zheng's question, he really didn't know how to answer, this matter seems to be really simple, but the key is that his hands are shaking so much just by watching his uncle stitch people, where do you still have the courage to stitch people?

Wu Zheng also saw that this kind of thing did have a lot of pressure in the hearts of people who saw it for the first time, so he smiled and said, "It's good to practice more in the future." ”

"Uncle, how many times have you done this kind of thing?"

Yuntong regretted a little after asking this sentence, he couldn't do anything about a loud horse like himself, but his uncle looked calm, didn't he just sew it for people many times?

Wu Zheng smiled: "I've only tried it on animals before, but it's the second time I've sewn it for people." ”

"Animals?"

"That's right! Before that, you can practice on the sheep first, by the way, we have a lot of wild boars in the mountains, you can fight a wild boar and come back to practice the same way. ”

"Uncle, this is passing on my magic skills?"

Wu Zheng was stunned for a moment, and glanced at Yuntong suspiciously, isn't this just teaching him? Isn't it obvious enough that he has taught, besides, this guy was originally a Langzhong, and according to Wu Zheng's understanding in the past few days, although this guy's medical skills are halfway monks, he is not a half-ass.

Is it necessary to teach such a simple and easy-to-understand thing to a person like him?

However, seeing the surprise and happiness on his face, it didn't look like he was pretending, so he nodded and said: "What magic skill is not a magic skill is just a simple wound stitching, and if you learn the brothers in the village, you will have an extra safety guarantee, and you will not have to resign yourself to fate in the future with an injury like Wang Er." ”

There is one thing Wu Zheng still doesn't understand, as the so-called trick is eaten all over the world, people in this era value this kind of housekeeping skills more than anything else, and they will not show it easily, even if they are disciples, they will keep a hand, which also causes the reason why many things will be lost in later generations.

After Yuntong got Wu Zheng's affirmative reply, his mood became very excited, he rubbed his hands, gritted his teeth, and stomped his feet, but took out a piece of paper from his arms and handed it to Wu Zheng's hand.

Wu Zheng glanced at the yellowed piece of paper and said, "Uncle Yun, what are you doing here?" ”

Cloud Channel: "I can't take Wu Ye's magic skills for nothing, this is my Yun family's ancestral secret recipe for Jinchuang Medicine, please put it away." ”

Wu Zheng took it and took a look, Tian Qi, scattered stasis grass, old stork grass, white ox gall ......

Wu Zheng was shocked in his heart, why did this recipe look so familiar, so he asked: "Uncle Yun, your hometown is in Yunnan, isn't it Nanzhao?" ”