Back at Yellowstone Cliff, the sun has turned west. There was only one Huangshi Taoist in the house, and Chuan Tao was still practicing in the woods.

So Wu Lao brought the things in the town today to the people of Huangshi Dao. After hearing this, the Huangshi Daoist didn't even think about it: "What are you afraid of?" I have heard about the Red Army a long time ago, it is the master who helps the poor fight bullies and fight the world, and it is a good thing to save it. I hid here because I couldn't see those officials outside, so as not to cause trouble outside for a while. Since this is the wounded of the Red Army, it is the safest place to get it here for treatment. ”

Wu Lao didn't say anything more, he caused the matter, and the people of Huangshi Dao actively supported it, what else is there to say?

"In the middle of the night tonight, the two of us old men will go to Guniu Town and get that injury here for surgery." Wu Lao arranged it like this, and Huang Shi had nothing to say.

A crescent moon moved westward among the light clouds, and the faint moonlight sprinkled on the ground so that one could barely see the pale pavement. Huang Shi led the mule in front, groping the mountain road that had been walked for decades, and moved forward steadily. Wu Lao followed closely behind the mule, one foot deep and one foot shallow. Lying on the mule were the young wounded who had been picked up at the Linfang Inn in Guniu Town.

There are few pedestrians on this road, and although Yellowstone has been tinkering with it, you still have to be careful when walking at night. Fortunately, the people of Huangshi Dao are not only familiar with the road, but also people who practice martial arts, so they are naturally fine when they walk, but there are wounded people in the back, and there is such a second hanger as Wu Lao, so they have to slow down and march towards Huangshi Cliff under the premise of ensuring safety.

By the time we arrived at Pingba under the Yellowstone Cliff, the moon had already sunk in the west. In this cold night, Wu Lao was actually sweating, and when he entered the house, he could still see the slightest heat coming out of his forehead through the faint oil lamp. The two old men cleaned up a room and brought the wounded man to bed and lay down.

There is no surgery tonight, and the light is too dark to operate.

"Boy, I'll operate on you until tomorrow day. It's a painkiller, drink a little and take a good rest. Wu Lao fed the used powder to the wounded's mouth, fed him a large glass of water, and then went to wash and rest.

Today is another good weather, Chuantao finished his morning exercise, the sun has climbed to the top of the opposite mountain, and only a faint shadow is left in the morning fog floating on the mountainside. Just as he was about to go to the stone house to continue training, Wu Lao spoke behind him: "This morning, you and I treated a patient for a gunshot wound, so you don't need to train and accompany me to do this operation." After a pause, he said: "Silver needles, scalpels are sterilized, cloth strips are prepared, red wound powder is prepared in three packs, and a large cup of soul-dispersing soup is gone." ”

Chuantao wondered, where did the patient come from? But it was still prepared according to the master's instructions.

When Wu Lao came in again, he took Chuantao and walked towards the room on the edge together.

Chuan Tao understood that in this originally empty room, there was a person lying on the bed, and the patient that the master said must be him.

Wu Lao uncovered the quilt, and Chuan Tao saw that the man was wrapped in a lot of strips of cloth, and the strips of cloth were stained with blood. Wu Lao gently peeled off the strips of cloth that were stained on the wounded, and a slight sound burst out between the wounded's teeth, obviously it was very painful, but he endured it. After the strip of cloth was peeled off, black blood gushed out from the wound that turned out, and a round hole in the middle penetrated deep into the flesh, and the depth could not be seen. Many places along the edges of the wound have begun to suppurate. This was a gunshot wound from a few days ago.

Wu Lao said to the young man, "Before the operation, I will give you a dose of Soul Scattering Soup, otherwise the pain of the operation will make you unbearable." Chuan Tao stepped forward and fed the medicine soup in the cup to the wounded. After a while, the wounded passed out.

Chuantao watched the master open the three wounds one by one, dug out bullets from them, cut off the purulent rotten flesh, cleaned off the blood, and then withdrew the medicinal powder, and finally bandaged it tightly. The wounded man was quiet except for a little trembling at the moment when he peeled off the warhead, and he has not woken up until now.

When everything stopped, Huangshi Dao, who had been watching on the side for a long time, said, "Let's eat, it's cold." ”

This breakfast is the work of Huangshi Daoren, braised wild boar, fried bird eggs with leeks, stewed grass carp soup, stir-fried oil and wheat vegetables, and the staple food is knife-cut noodles. Two words: abundance.

The delay was almost a morning, and by the time breakfast was over, the sun was already on the head. Chuantao still went to the back stone house to do his practice.

Wu Lao went to the field to cultivate vegetables, and Huang Shi went to the forest to catch wild beasts, each doing a line without interfering with each other.

The days flew by, and more than ten days passed in the blink of an eye. The wounded Red Army was already able to move around at will. He is also a good crop master, and he works with Wu Lao every day to pick up vegetables and grains in the field, and he does a good job. He told Wu Lao that he was also surnamed Wu, called Wu Gang, and he also knew a lot of words, which he learned in the army. This time when he broke through to Hunan with the Red Army, he was scattered by ** and fled into the mountains. In the casual conversation, he talked a lot about the revolutionary principles he knew, and also said his intentions. Now he has lost contact with the Red Army units, but the Red Army has also left behind many excellent underground workers who have also scattered deep into various places, and he has a way to get in touch with the organization. He also said that after he found the organization, he would come to visit Wu Lao's family again if he had the opportunity.

A few days later, Wu Gang thought that his injuries had healed, so he hurriedly left.

In the past few days, Chuantao has obtained the flying knife stunt passed down by Master Huangshi, and there is another flying knife practice subject every day. However, since the beginning of practicing flying knives, the game in the forest has come back more than before, and sometimes, Chuantao can hit several by himself, and the people of Huangshi Dao did not catch any hares anymore, but looked for the path of wild boars and wild sheep everywhere, installed the mechanism, and got a wild boar or wild sheep weighing dozens of catties every few days. This family's winter food should be quite abundant.

Gradually in late autumn, the fruits on the tea were picked by Huangshi Daoist and Chuantao, and a few big bags were put up and placed in the stone house where Chuantao practiced. Huangshi Taoist said: "The temperature in this place is balanced, and the seeds will not have problems in the next two or three years, and they will still take root and sprout." ”

That day, Chuantao was climbing on the cliff behind the house against the biting cold wind, and suddenly felt that flakes of snow were falling from the sky. When I stopped and looked up, I didn't know when it snowed heavily in the sky, fluttering and sprinkling, covering the sky and the sun. Hurriedly and slowly descended from the cliff, through the thatched hut, to Pingba, the ground has accumulated a thick layer, and the mountains and fields have turned into a piece of silver. This is the first heavy snowfall since the beginning of winter, and it is not spectacular.

Chuantao stood in the snow, letting the snowflakes fall on him. I thought to myself, Haojiapo should also be snowing, but I don't know if the firewood in winter is enough. I thought of my mother, my father, and Chuanbo, who grew up together. It's been half a year, he came here with his master, and he has basically cut off contact with the outside world, how can he not miss it?

Just thinking about it, suddenly Chuantao saw that on the edge of that tea forest, there was a mass of things moving, with his current eyesight, everything Chuantao from a few hundred meters away could be seen clearly, not to mention that the tea slope was only a hundred meters away from here at most. It was a little bear, still underage, and Chuan Tao was confident that he would kill him. In order not to startle the bear, Chuantao slowly leaned over under the cover of the tea forest.

The bear cub was foraging for food, and no danger was imminent.

Only a few meters away, Chuan Tao kicked his legs, instantly arrived in front of the bear, punched the bear's eye socket, hit the eyeball well, turned around and kicked the bear on the hind legs, "quack", the bear leg bone was broken, and fell to the ground. How can the bear struggle, Chuantao jumped, smashed the bear's back with his right foot, and then knocked his left fist on the bear's other eyeball, and the bear became an authentic bear blind. Before the bear could scream, Chuan Tao's fists struck the bear on the head like a storm, and the bear lay there motionless, and blood came from the seven orifices.

It is often said: one pig, two bears and three tigers. The fierceness of the bear is not ordinarily strong, but before he could resist for half a point, he was killed by Chuantao in the palm of his hand.

Chuantao carried the bear's corpse on his shoulder, happily returned to the grass hut, and threw it at the feet of the two masters who were sipping tea.

"Haha, what do you see here?"

Huangshi Daoist looked at it. He said, "Isn't it just a little bear?" What else could it be? ”

"I killed it with both hands, right?" Chuantao was a little triumphant.

"Yes, you killed the bear son, and an old bear father will find him in a while, so you can continue to kill him." Huang Shi said lightly.

"I didn't see a big bear nearby, just such a little stupid bear, three punches and two kicks whining." As he blew triumphantly, a long hiss came. It's really the voice of a big bear, and it's right on the other side of Chapo.

"I hear you. It's a big one, do you dare to fight? Huangshi Daoist said defiantly.

"I'll try, in case it doesn't work, the master can save me." After saying that, he really rushed over.

The people of Huangshi Dao also started to chase all the way, only Wu Lao couldn't run fast, and trotted far behind to join in the excitement in the tea garden.

Chuantao was a little nervous this time.

The big bear let out a long hiss, the fangs in its mouth were clearly visible, and its fat body slammed towards Chuantao with a wave of its claws. Chuantao thought: If I hit it hard, my fist is not enough to stuff its teeth, so I'm not so stupid! A swift sideways turn, let the old bear pounce fiercely, Chuantao jumped up, kicked the bear on the back with both feet from top to bottom, and then jumped to the side, the cat's waist hugged his fist. The old bear had two feet on his back, which aroused his ferocity even more, and he turned around and pounced on Chuantao again. Chuantao moved to the right beautifully, dodging the old bear's pounce, and the bear's claws hit the ground heavily, through the snow, making a big hole in the ground, and the lumps splashed Chuantao's body. Before he could get up, his feet took turns attacking the bear's ears, beating the old bear to pieces, and blood oozed from his ears. The old bear screamed fiercely, turned and pounced. Chuantao gave in again. Squatting from behind, a sweeping leg hits the back foot of the old bear standing. The old bear was kicked down and rolled to the side on the ground, and the foot that had just been kicked could not stand up again, without the support of its hind legs, and the two paws in front of it could not pounce, and became an authentic three-legged cat, no, a three-legged bear. His mouth kept howling, but he didn't pounce again, and only stood on three legs, his eyes fixed on Chuantao.

Although the kick just now knocked down the bear, Chuantao was not comfortable, the old bear was not a small bear, the bones were thick and hard, and it shook Chuantao's instep for a while.

Chuantao thought: It is not advisable to hit the bear eye again, and the biggest threat to the bear is the front paws, which should be avoided. If you are stared at head-on, you have no chance to attack, so it's faster than speed. So Chuantao moved his feet, trying to turn to the back of the bear, the back of the bear was attacked many times, and he didn't want to be Chuantao again, so Chuantao was turning, the bear was also turning, the radius of the bear's rotation was small, and it could keep up with the speed of Chuantao's rotation, which made Chuantao helpless.

What to do?

Chuantao suddenly thought of a way in his mind, and suddenly turned back in the opposite direction, see if you can still keep up? This trick really worked, after the bear turned a few times, it seemed that it had formed inertia, and when Chuantao suddenly turned in the opposite direction, he didn't adapt for a while, and just sent his butt to Chuantao. The opportunity was rare, Chuan Tao swept his leg again, and the other hind leg of the old bear also came. Ha, lie down. Chuantao jumped up again and kicked the bear from top to bottom, and the old bear lay even lower.

Hmph, now it's time for you to get beaten. Chuan Tao stood next to the bear, punching and kicking the bear's head, and finally the bear's eye was still bloodied by Chuan Tao's fist, and the old bear was dying. Chuantao gasped and slammed his elbow at the old bear's Tianling Gai, officially overtaking this bear father.

Huangshi Daoist has been standing ten meters away, with his hands behind his back, watching Chuantao fight the old bear alone in the snow, without the slightest intention of helping. Seeing that Chuantao had already solved the battle, he came over and said: "I will carry the dead bear back, and you will have progressed." ”

Wu Lao looked at the place where Chuantao fought, the snow had been almost swept away, and Chuantao's feet, hands, and even his face were stained with countless black mud, and he couldn't help but laugh: "Haha, it's really a hero out of a young man." He followed Chuantao, stepped on the snow in the ground, and proudly returned to the grass hut.

Huangshi Daoist hung two bears, one large and one small, on the pillars outside the house with two big iron hooks, and a steel knife was used to disembowel the belly, and cut it into several large pieces after dividing it by two, and the fur was peeled off cleanly, and said to Wu Lao: "The rest is handed over to you, and I will wait to eat meat." ”

"Okay, I don't worry if you do this thing of cooking tamales, good things will be ruined by you the most. Of course, I'm the one who is in charge. "In fact, the rice of the Huangshi Dao people is not bad, but it is just the reason for the two old men to quarrel.

Talking and laughing, a sumptuous dinner is coming.