Chapter 9: Survival in the Wilderness (1)

"Marshal, what do you think we should do now?" Yuebai pursed his lips, he really didn't have the experience to deal with this. If he was the only one, of course he would have to hold on, but isn't there another person who is also the end of the world? On cultivation and experience, this ancestor is more experienced than him, if it is Xiao Yezi who follows him, then there is no need to say anything Of course he resists, but isn't there a tall man here?

"Just call me Da Mo." Mo Wenjun was not in a hurry at all, "Let's explore the situation here first, when will I be able to move around?" ”

Yuebai touched his pulse and bones, and made a conclusion: "It's all good for a month or two, if you can hold it and walk with a cane, I'll go back and get you medicine for two or three days." ”

"Good. Thank you in advance. Mo Wenjun said.

Yuebai pursed her lips, as if she wanted to laugh, but she didn't show any expression after all, and turned around to get him medicine.

Mo Wenjun's armor was destroyed in that battle, but his fixed-edge gun was still there, although it was a gun, it was an immortal weapon after all, and it was extremely sharp. Yuebai used a spear as an axe to tinker with it, trying to make him a vice crutch.

But a medical fairy may not be a good carpenter, especially a carpenter like him who has never done anything.

"Brush!" It's not a good thing that the spear is too sharp, and the crutch that originally wanted to make a handrail was split directly from the branch all the way to the bottom, and the sound was as crisp as tearing a piece of paper. Yuebai froze in place, holding the majestic fixed-edge gun in both hands like an axe, and stood far away looking at the branches on the ground that had been split in half.

Hey? This shape is perfect for firewood.

"Ahem." Mo Wenjun, who had been sitting on the side and watching the whole process, tried his best to suppress himself from laughing, and he coughed out too hard.

Yuebai turned her back to Mo Wenjun, and her fair face was dyed with a thin scarlet, which was embarrassing and annoying. Changed hands and lifted the gun for a branch, and then ......

"Brush!" Two more fresh sticks of firewood.

"Ahem, ahem, ahem!" Mo Wenjun's cough grew louder and louder.

Yuebai's hand became more and more ruthless.

There are also more and more firewood sticks.

When Yuebai cut the seventh root, Mo Wenjun finally couldn't stand it anymore, and if he continued to look at it, he would have to die of laughter.

"Ahem, that, give me the gun, I'll do it myself." Mo Wenjun suppressed his laughter.

"Are you okay?" After being a joke that he had watched for so long, Yuebai was also a little angry, and he was so sullen that he picked a sentence.

It has to be done! How can a man say no?

"This fixed-side gun is also my weapon, I think I know a little better than you." Mo Wenjun suppressed a smile and persuaded tactfully, for fear that he would stimulate Yuebai, who was about to go berserk.

Yuebai snorted, finally returned the gun to Mo Wenjun, and ran to the side to pick up the medicine. It's easy to make what you're good at!

Mo Wenjun also breathed a sigh of relief when he took back the Dingbian gun, sharpened the body of the gun with his thumb to appease the injured mind of the Dingbian gun, and raised the spear flatly.

Mo Wenjun leaned against the stone, did not get up, barely moved his shoulder, flung the spear, picked up a long log, and then the silver light of the blade reflected, the spear flew up and down, the long wood jumped like a leather ball on the tip of the spear, the sawdust flowed out of the stake like water, and the two crutches took shape at a speed visible to the naked eye.

This hand is simply handsome! Yuebai was stunned!

By the time the flying silver light disappeared, there were already a pair of log-colored crutches lying on the ground, handrails, and hanging on the ground, even if they were not very delicate, they were certainly practical.

"You wouldn't have studied carpentry, would you?" Yuebai was stunned for a long time and spit out a sentence.

Mo Wenjun looked at him helplessly: "No." ”

What the hell is this association? Even if his finished product is magical, the carpenter doesn't do this crutch, right? He obviously came out by virtue of his use of guns.

"Then why are you ......" Yuebai was still unfinished, looking stunned.

Mo Wenjun comforted himself, this is a medical immortal, a life-saving benefactor, and he is not angry if he doesn't understand martial arts.

"I've been practicing guns for so many years, and I've always achieved something."

Ma Dan, this topic is too painful, hurry up and change one.

"What are you practicing? You can do it after a lot of practice. ”

"I'm practicing needles, so it's impossible to do this." Yue Bai glanced at the purple spirit jade bamboo needle that was still inserted in his body.

Mo Wenjun had a chill, and the old men practiced needles...... This really has the undefeated rush of the East!

When he looked down at his body, he realized that he was not practicing embroidery needles, but needles for acupuncture. People are medical immortals!

"Drink the medicine." Yuebai came over with a bamboo tube, which was a-green medicinal juice, and some kind of weird plant ash floating.

Drinking this thing isn't curing the disease, it's deadly, right?! Mo Wenjun really didn't believe that such a tube of things was called medicine.

"Now there is no pot, I can't boil medicine, I can eat it raw, and if I can't, I can only bake it for you." Yuebai looked like he was explaining, and his paralyzed face, which didn't have a big expression, looked innocent.

But if it weren't for his deliberate revenge, it would be a ghost!

Mo Wenjun's face became as green as this potion......

He took the bamboo tube and poured this-green thing into his stomach in one breath, Mo Wenjun handed the bamboo tube back to him, unable to say another word, as quiet as if someone had been poured dumb medicine.

He was afraid that he would spit out what he had just drunk with one mouth! Then he will suffer in vain!

Mo Wenjun believed that this was Yuebai retaliating, but he also believed that this medicine was really effective, if it weren't for Yuebai's intentional conscience, where would he wake up? I'm afraid it fell under the siege of those three archangels.

Yuebai was stunned by his simple look. How weird is the taste of such a tube of things, he has tasted it, but he didn't expect Mo Wenjun to really be able to pour it into the sky without saying a word?!

Yue Bai Mumu was stunned, and subconsciously handed him a glass of clear water that had been hidden behind him for a long time.

Mo Wenjun picked up the water and rinsed it a few times before the strange taste in his mouth was suppressed a little, and he smiled bitterly: "How did you get this?" ”

"It's a juice made with herbs, and it tastes a little weird." Mo Wenjun was so simple, but Yuebai felt that his careful thinking was too unacceptable, and he was very embarrassed.

"You can't help it, and now you can't make a decoction of the medicinal herbs you have." Mo Wenjun waved his hand generously, smiling freely.

Yuebai was dazzled by his smile, and looked away a little embarrassed.

Wait until Yuebai takes the medicinal juice again, although it still doesn't smell good or taste good, but Yuebai uses various methods, such as taking out certain medicinal juices and drinking them separately, and some medicinal juices condensed into pills, although it is laborious, but it is finally not so terrifying.

"Thank you." Of course, Mo Wenjun noticed his intentions and sighed.

"It should."

"Your medicine reminds me of Wudingguan, and the new medicine in the past two years is the same, not to mention the efficacy, but the taste is not too bad, and some can be eaten as snacks, you know?" Mo asked Jun Sui to sigh.

“…… I don't know. Yuebai paused before answering.