Xuan Kui's martial arts are actually very good, and the old Taoist priest has been in the mountains for so many years, in addition to studying the Taoist scriptures every day to polish his muscles and bones, he has the ability to find more than a dozen big men. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info But who would have thought that the first time Xuan Kui did it with someone in more than 30 years was in such a grim situation. On weekdays, I actually cultivated my self-cultivation, and when I saw such a bloody scene at first glance, I couldn't help but panic a little in my heart, and ten percent of my ability could only be used for six or seven percent.

And these six or seventy percent of the ability is definitely not enough in such a situation.

The kung fu of battlefield fighting is very different from what Xuan Kui practices on weekdays, there are no moves at all, what is important is to kill with one hit, and no one will give you a "white crane bright wings" starting hand and then a move to guide the way from the immortals. Rebellion in order to survive, the Zuo Shenwu Army, for the sake of military merit, dodges the frontal blade at most when he moves, and it doesn't matter whether he dodges or not, the left and right backhands are a knife past. Everything is so simple and straightforward.

Xuan Kui didn't know this, and Wei Xuan didn't know either, he only heard the old Taoist priest say that Xuan Kui's martial arts were good, which allowed him to rescue the old couple of the Wu family from the chaos, who would have thought it would become like this? Fortunately, Uncle Wu is a veteran who has retired from the battlefield after all, and he has been busy with farming in the past two years, but he has not fallen much behind, and he eagerly helped Xuan Kui block a few times. And Xuan Kui's martial arts are not blown after all, after adapting to it, not to mention extraordinary performance, at least he will use all his skills, and this is enough.

Xuan Kui carried a long sword at the front, Uncle Wu and a few young men held firewood knives and sickles to help behind them, and Aunt Wu and other women and children were protected in the middle.

Xuan Kui was very calm when he talked to Wei Xuan, and it seemed to be very simple. However, although he has not known Xuan Kui for a long time, Wei Xuan is very clear about his temperament as a cheap nephew. This is a person who has a habit of downplaying everything, and to put it so plainly, I don't know how dangerous it is in reality. Just look at the injuries on the bodies of Uncle Wu and others.

The so-called nine deaths and one life, I'm afraid that's it.

"Let's settle the folks first." Wei Xuan frowned, waved his hand to send Xuan Kui away, and leaned against the gate of the Taoist temple and looked in the direction of Nanshan Village and thought secretly. In the matter of Nanshan Village, in addition to the slaughter of the people, Wei Xuan has a bottom in his heart, in fact, even the damage of the people has been thought of. It's just that Wei Xuan didn't expect that even the Zuo Shenwu Army would be involved, which directly led to the fact that nearly half of the more than 100 people who were supposed to escape stayed in the village forever, and even these escapes were also seriously injured. In this kind of weather, Wei Xuan is very clear about what the seriously injured number represents.

However, it is one thing to be clear, and it is another to be acceptable. After living for so many years in two lifetimes combined, it was the first time Wei Xuan had encountered such a situation. Will the military get involved? This was something that I would never have dared to think of before. Perhaps it is precisely because of this preconceived idea that Wei Xuan firmly believes that Xuan Kui will bring out the innocent villagers. Obviously, the times are different, the people are different, and the army is different.

Wei Xuan didn't dare to look back at those villagers in the Taoist temple, and always felt that all this was his own fault. If he hadn't been so curious, he wouldn't have discovered the strangeness of Nanshan Village, the Zhou family would naturally not be jealous, Li Chang would not have followed the clues to find evidence of the Zhou family's rebellion, and the Zuo Shenwu army would not have entered the village to quell the rebellion, and everything after that would not have happened.

What resounded in my ears was the groans of the wounded, the cries of children, and the intermittent sobs of the old woman, mixed with some comfort, but after all, they were few, and they were almost inaudible in the howling of the cold wind. Wei Xuan gently wiped away the tears that flowed inadvertently from the corners of his eyes, and wiped his face with both hands, his eyes were less shaken and more firm. Turning around, he walked towards the main hall, where someone needed his help.

There is still a little research on first aid Wei Xuan. I've never eaten pork or seen a pig run, and I've seen so many things that save people in the past, and it's much better than someone who doesn't know anything. There are few medicines in the view, all of which are used to treat headaches and brain fever, and there is no way to do such knives, guns and stick sores. It's okay if the village is there, but it's a rebellion, Xuan Kui saw him cut down to the ground by a soldier, he must not be able to live, although others can order earthwork, but now they can't even stop bleeding, let alone others.

Fortunately, Wei Xuan was prepared, and when he entered the main hall, he drove out the old woman and child who were crying, and asked Xuan Kui to lead him to the room to boil a few pots of hot water. It's going to roll a few times, but it's not okay to just have some churns. There are two cauldrons in the room, one for boiling water and the other for boiling cloth. At this time, there was no gauze, so I could only use the clean cloth woven by ordinary people, which was barely enough. Wei Xuan had already made a fire early, which was much more convenient, but after a while, someone returned to the main hall with a basin of boiling water.

Arrange the injuries according to the severity of the injuries, let Xuan Kui take care of the light injuries first, and Wei Xuan will deal with the serious injuries. Brother Qin in the east of the village was finally injured, and there were seven or eight big cuts on the back of his chest, which were hastily dealt with by Uncle Wu according to the methods on the battlefield, and the whole person was wrapped like a dumpling with various strips of cloth with a strange smell, but he still couldn't stop the bleeding. In just a few moments, his face was bloodless, and he was still trembling vigorously, seeing that he had more air out and less air in.

With a black face, he cut off the strip of cloth on Brother Qin's body, took a piece of cloth that had been boiled in boiling water and wiped it slowly. That's all there is to it when there is no alcohol. The cloth must be wiped once in boiling water, and it will be replaced twice at most, but fortunately, there are enough of these things, and Wei Xuan used nearly twenty yuan to wipe the wounds on Brother Qin's body.

Helping Brother Qin up and sitting up, let people help him aside, Wei Xuan took the needle and thread and passed it through the boiling water, and then sewed the wound with the light. Others had never seen such a method of healing injuries, and they couldn't help but let out bursts of exclamations, and some people even rushed up to stop them. Wei Xuan's face was already as black as black charcoal, and he didn't care who was on the fire, and he scolded him bitterly, and while scolding, he asked Xuan Kui, who came back, to drive out the ignorant ones, leaving two or three to help on the side. Compared with Wei Xuan, Xuan Kui's reputation among these villagers is obviously higher, and they are martial arts, disobedient, stubborn, and disobedient, and those who don't listen can still do it directly, and the hall will be much cleaner after a while.

The roots of his ears were quiet, and Wei Xuan's anger couldn't help but be a little smaller. Taking a deep breath to calm his irritable mood a little, he sewed up the wound by the dim light. Wei Xuan's movements were very light, but not slow. It can't be slow, Brother Qin's situation can't be slowed down at all. The eight-foot-tall man didn't pay much attention to it, as if he was sewing a wound like a piece of clothes, and sewing one was wrapped in a wrung out cloth. Wei Xuan was busy for a long time before he was done, and Brother Qin regained his Zongzi-like appearance, but his breathing was obviously much smoother than before, and although the wound was still oozing a little blood, it was no longer a big problem.

When Wei Xuan made his move, Xuan Kui had been beside him, and seeing that Brother Qin's serious injury had stopped the bleeding, it was impossible not to say in his heart that he was not surprised. It's just that Xuan Kui has always been stable and hasn't shown it like others. He knew very well that at this time, even if there were more problems, he would have to wait until Wei Xuan finished saving people, after all, human life was at stake, and other things could be put aside for the time being.

Stitches are a delicate job, and it consumes a lot of eyesight, especially in the dim and uncertain light, but fortunately, Wei Xuan's eyes are good, although he is a little sore, but he also insists on sewing all the stitches in the hall. There are not many people who are lost, and there are only a dozen people in the full fight, and no matter how much they are afraid, they can't support it. Wei Xuan didn't speak, just waved his hand at Xuan Kui, and let Xuan Kui arrange for people to take care of these seriously injured people, while he walked out of the main hall slowly and walked towards the wing room, where there were still some people with minor injuries waiting for him.

After treating all the wounded, it was almost three shifts, Wei Xuan wiped the sweat from his forehead, pushed open the door and left the warm room. The wind picked up in the middle of the night, and Wei Xuan only felt the cold all over his body, and he couldn't help but tighten the clothes on his body. The wing room is the place where the old and the young, women, children, and the wounded live, and the main hall is the place where the seriously wounded and their relatives live, and at such times everything is naturally dominated by them. Fortunately, the room is not cold, and it is much better to have a stove fire next to it than to sleep in the wild. If you spend the night outside in this weather, I am afraid that you will lose your life.

However, Wei Xuan had no plans to rest. If some things are not asked clearly, it is impossible for Wei Xuan to fall asleep.