In the evening, Yang Zhen passed through a small county town, the small county town has no city wall, maybe because there were few people here, maybe because of the evening, when entering the city from the east of the city, along the way, Yang Zhen did not meet a few pedestrians.

Occasionally, a few pedestrians can be seen, a few houses will have their doors open, and three or two children will chase and play in patched old clothes.

One or two old ladies sat in front of the door, mending their clothes, and an old man was lying on a wooden chair outside the door, smoking an old cigarette gun for a while.

is such a small county, Yang Zhen didn't even see the name of this small county, asked an old woman who was sewing coarse cloth clothes outside the door, got guidance, and ten minutes later, came to the door of an old house.

On the lintel of the old house, there is a plaque with mottled paint.

On the plaque are written three quaint characters - "Qingshantang".

According to the old woman's guidance, this Qingshan Hall is the most famous pharmacy in the city, and there is an old man with the best medical skills in the city.

At this time, the door of the pharmacy was open.

Several patients and their families sat on wooden chairs against the wall and waited, and an old man with white hair was taking the pulse of a scrawny old man.

Another little apprentice picking up medicine was sorting out a Chinese medicine in a drawer of the medicine cabinet.

Finally found a drugstore.

With a smile on his face, Yang Zhen turned over and dismounted, and walked into the lobby of the pharmacy......

Ten minutes later, he went out of the city with a few packets of Chinese medicine and a few plasters.

In order to avoid being found by the enemy during this period of injury, after buying the medicine, Yang Zhen did not stay in this small county town, and immediately rode his horse through the city, along the main road, still heading towards Jingzhou City. Only when I was about to leave the city, because I saw a restaurant on the side of the road, I remembered to go in and buy some food packages and go on the road.

Huaxia Kyushu, the main city of each state, has a teleportation hall, through which you can go directly to any of the other eight states.

The skyscraper cliff is in Jizhou, thousands of miles away from here, if you ride a horse, there will be at least a few months, Yang Zhen does not have so much time to waste, so he chooses to go to the main city of Jingzhou, through the teleportation hall there, you can set foot on the land of Jizhou in a moment, saving a few months of time.

Why not?

However, before entering the main city of Jingzhou, you must first heal the injuries on your body.

After leaving the small county town, Yang Zhen only traveled more than ten miles on the official road, then turned the horse's head and galloped to an overgrown fork next to the official road.

Through the faint starlight at night, Yang Zhen saw the outline of an ancient temple faintly on the hill a few miles in front of the fork.

More than an hour later, Yang Zhen led the horse and finally climbed the hill, and what appeared in front of him was indeed an ancient temple of some years.

Looking at the old appearance, it should be more than 20 years old.

Half of the temple doors have fallen.

Weeds have grown to the threshold, indicating that the temple has been uninhabited for a long time.

It's good that no one lives!

Seeing this dilapidated scene, Yang Zhen had a smile on his face.

During the period of recuperation, the less people know about it, the better, and he is not afraid of loneliness.

Turning over and dismounting, tying the horse to an old locust tree in front of the temple, Yang Zhen strode into the temple with medicine and food.

As soon as he entered the temple, Yang Zhen saw a beautiful starry sky from the top of the half-broken temple.

The Buddha statue under the hole has been drenched in the rain and has collapsed in half, and it looks like a pile of mud.

Yang Zhen even saw that there were still a few handfuls of grass growing on the pile of mud, which was quite lush.

The broken temple is not big or small, the length and width are about 20 meters, and the height of the temple should be seven or eight meters.

Some places in the temple are dry; Some places are damp.

Weeds also grow in damp places.

Yang Zhen walked to the left corner of the depths of the temple, put down the things in his hand, and sat down cross-legged.

The ground here is dry, and the top of the temple is also intact, which can shelter from the wind and rain.

Yang Zhen always had a smile on his face, opened the package first, ate some sauce beef and cooking cakes bought from the small restaurant, opened the wine jar again, drank two sips of wine, and rinsed his mouth.

After that, I opened a few packets of Chinese medicine and began to decoction the medicine in a crockpot bought from the pharmacy.

The firewood used to decoct the medicine was the half of the temple door that fell to the ground.

There is a small pond behind the temple, and the water in the pond is clear, which is just convenient for Yang Zhen.

When the medicine jar was fried on the fire, Yang Zhen tore open a dog skin plaster, softened the ointment with the flame of the decoction, and then ripped off his shirt, revealing his left shoulder.

That's where the demon pupil struck with a palm.

At this time, under the firelight, a large area of purple and black could be seen.

The wound is swollen high.

The hot plaster was attached to his shoulder, and the heat of the plaster made Yang Zhen frown.

After a while, he got used to it, and his frowning brow slowly relaxed.

The plaster was pasted, and the detoxification Chinese medicine taken internally was still fried in the crockpot, Yang Zhen sat cross-legged, slowly retracted the smile on his face, slowly closed his eyes, put his hands on his knees, and silently used his internal strength to drive away the rotting corpse poison in his body.

The palm that Nanxing hit him behind was not an ordinary palm force.

The carrion poison in the Nakshatra Palm had already entered his body with the strength of the palm.

Along the way, if Yang Zhen hadn't suppressed it with internal force, I am afraid that those carrion poisons would have spread to his whole body long ago.

When it comes to that, he will surely die.

It wasn't until twelve o'clock in the middle of the night that Yang Zhen slowly opened his eyes when the communicator alarm on his wrist rang.

After such a long period of luck and poison, his whole body was already like rain, and there were big beads of sweat up and down.

If it weren't for the poisoning, he would have taken off his shirt, and at this time, his shirt would be as wet as his pants.

Before the exercise, the purple-black palm print on the back had almost disappeared, leaving only a faint imprint, and a large bead of sweat around the palm print was deeply black, not only the color was terrifying, but also exuded a faint smell.

In general, the carrion poison in his body, Yang Zhen has forced out ninety percent, and the remaining one percent is no longer a threat to his body.

The fire in front of him had long since been extinguished.

Yang Zhen used a wooden board that had not been burned out to push open the lid of the crockpot, and found that the medicinal juice inside was only a quarter of the volume of the crockpot.

Stretched out his hand and tested the temperature of the crockpot, and found that it was no longer hot, so he immediately threw the plank, picked up the crockpot with both hands, and drank all the medicinal juice in the crockpot in one go.

With these medicinal juices, you should be able to eliminate all the residual toxins in your body.

When he drank the medicinal juice, Yang Zhenxin made such an estimate.

After drinking the medicinal juice and putting down the crockpot in his hand, Yang Zhen stood up and moved his fists and feet, feeling that ninety percent of the carrion poison in his body had been removed, and his body was indeed a lot easier.

The feeling of weakness is greatly eliminated.

It seems that for the next period of time, it will be enough to wait for the shoulder injury to heal.

Thinking that it was already more than twelve o'clock in the evening, Yang Zhen didn't stay in the game anymore, and after sitting cross-legged on the ground, he chose to go offline.

……

Taking off the game helmet on his head, Yang Zhen habitually picked up the mobile phone at the head of the bed, and with the other hand, he took out a yellow-skinned pear from the cardboard box under the bed, wiped it on the quilt twice, and took a bite.

Eating apples and pears, he has never had the habit of peeling them.

It feels like the skin and tastes when you eat it.

I was nibbling on a pear with my right hand, and I was already turning on my phone with my left hand.

As soon as the mobile phone screen lit up, Yang Zhen saw a new message displayed on the screen.

The sender's name is actually his fiancée, Xiaolan.

Seeing that she sent him a text message, the corners of Yang Zhen's mouth couldn't help but show a faint smile, and as soon as he pressed the OK button with his thumb, he opened the short message.

"Yang Zhen, it's cold, I helped you knit a sweater, fuchsia, when will you come back, I'll give it to you."

Seeing the content of the text message clearly, the smile on Yang Zhen's face froze.

The look is complicated.

Many things, many people do not compare, and they can't find out whether they are good or bad.

When Zhou Ying was with him before, what did He help him weave?

Every winter, she only knows how to find him to be coquettish, buy thermal underwear, buy tweed coats, buy leather boots, and other things, every year.

Occasionally buy him a pair of gloves or a scarf, and let him pay the bills himself.

is also a girlfriend, one only knows how to ask for it, and the other cares about him with all his heart.

It was very unproductive, and Yang Zhen's eyes were a little moist.

His eyes were moist, but the smile on his face was as bright as a flower.

A tear dripped on the screen of the mobile phone, Yang Zhen quickly wiped his eyes with the back of his right hand, and took another bite of the pear.

When he looked at the phone screen again, his mood was already soaring.

The thumb of his left hand wiped the teardrops from the screen, then expertly pressed the keys dozens of times and sent a text message back.

"It's cold, take care of yourself, I'll come back to see you in a few days."

After the text message was sent, Yang Zhen put down his mobile phone, got up from the bed with a bone, and gnawed on the pineapple in his hand while wearing slippers.

He doesn't like the watery and sweet pear very much, but he likes the pineapple with little water.

This pineapple is not big and has a thick skin, but he just likes it. In his words, it's the pear that feels good when you bite it.

There is another point, after Sydney finishes eating, there will be a handful of juice left, slimy, and Yang Zhen is very annoyed.

When he opened the bedroom door and walked to the bathroom, Yang Zhen just finished nibbling the pineapple in his hand, threw the pear pit in the trash can in the bathroom, and he began to wash.

By the time he returned to his bedroom and went to bed, it was almost one o'clock in the morning.

"Smack"

The lights in the room were turned off, and the quilt on Yang Zhen's body stopped moving after a while.

The room fell silent as the night outside.

Soon, only Yang Zhen's steady breathing was left in the room.

A wonderful day has finally come to an end.

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