The moment Peng Lianhu fell, the audience shouted: "Wang Dalang has won!" and "Awesome!"

But after waiting for a few seconds, Peng Lianhu still fell to the ground with blood on his face and did not move, and his shouting words became "Oh no! Wang Dalang has beaten people to death!"

With such a shout, Wang Xika also panicked, and hurriedly went to test Peng Lianhu's breathing, and it was really cool when he touched it. Is it not good! Did I just break Peng Lianhu's cervical vertebrae? Impossible, I didn't feel that something was broken?

At this time, Wang Xijia had two choices, one was to roar like Lu Tizhi punching Zheng Guanxi: "You are a fool to death!" and then flee the scene, and the other option is to rescue it.

Wang Xijia finally decided to rescue. I just came to this world, and I don't know where I ran unfamiliarly, and I just wanted to compete with Peng Lianhu, and I didn't want to really kill anyone. Speaking of rescue, Wang Xijia will only have one way, that is, he folded his hands to Peng Lianhu for cardiopulmonary resuscitation.

The audience had never seen this kind of rescue, and thought that Wang Xika was abusing the corpse, and condemned him for his brutal act of exterminating humanity. Miss Meng couldn't stand it anymore, so she ran over to pull Wang Xijia's corner and said: It's almost enough, it's not enough to kill people, how can you get it when everyone is dead? Quickly find a bed mat and bury him, so that people don't have to bury us if they say we are stingy. ”

Miss Meng's words relieved Wang Xijia of a lot of psychological pressure. It seems that in this era of no name and no surname, killing someone is not a big deal, as long as you bury someone. The contest between himself and Peng Lianhu should be regarded as some form of duel, since it is a duel, isn't it normal for a dead person to die? But Wang Xijia still wants to save Peng Lianhu, although it seems that the death of a person is not a big deal, but he still does not want to bear the charge of a murderer for some reason.

Wang Xijia originally wanted to recover Peng Lianhu by simple chest compressions, but now it seems that this action alone is not enough to restore Peng Lianhu's life, so he can only use artificial respiration. Looking at Peng Lianhu's unshaven beard and nosebleed mouth, Wang Xika really couldn't get out of this mouth. But it matters so much to save people, who can take care of so much? He had no choice but to tear off a small strip of cloth from Peng Lianhu's clothes and wipe Peng Lianhu's nosebleed first.

With this wipe, blood bubbles began to bubble in Peng Lianhu's nose. Wang Xijia's heart moved, and helped Peng Lianhu up, Peng Lianhu coughed up a mouthful of bloody phlegm with a "click!", and the person also came to his senses. It turned out that the bridge of his nose was interrupted by Wang Xijia and had not been treated, and when he was in shock by naked strangulation, the nosebleeds could not flow, and they were blocked in the upper respiratory tract and caused suffocation. Now that the nosebleed is coming out, it will naturally recover.

Peng Lianhu's eyes widened, and he was full of light. He violently pushed Wang Xika and Meng Jianniang away, "Ho!" Wang Xika thought that Peng Lianhu still wanted to fight, and immediately put on a posture to prepare for battle, but he didn't expect Peng Lianhu to turn over and kneel in front of Wang Xijia with a harrier, clasped his fists with both hands and said: "Thank you for the grace of saving your life, it is unforgettable, please accept the little brother!"

The crowd erupted in enthusiastic cheers, and the applause could not be stopped like thunder, and everyone felt sincerely happy to see this dramatic fight scene. Since then, Wang Xijia's reputation for strong martial arts and superb medical skills has spread in Shili and Eight Towns, and later it has become more and more divine, and Wang Xijia has been blown into a fairy-like figure who can come back to life.

Seeing Peng Lianhu's performance like this, Wang Xijia was also relieved. He picked up the strong man and said, "You're welcome, you won last time, and I won this time, so let's be considered a one-to-one draw." ”

Peng Lianhu said: "No, last time you were seriously ill and did not recover, I will not win." Today is the real competition! Through this battle with you, I have learned about my own shortcomings. If you don't dislike it, please take me as a disciple. ”

Wang Xijia also admired Peng Lianhu, a straightforward man, but he had never confiscated his apprentices, and he didn't know what to teach Peng Lianhu, so he could only refuse: "I can't talk about accepting apprentices, but it's okay to make friends." If you want, you can come and train with me and play together. ”

Leaving the threshing floor, Wang Xijia felt very painful in his body - he was hammered for a long time by a fist as big as Peng Lianhu's casserole, and his 18-year-old immature body was a little unbearable. It would be nice if there was a special massage in this era, it stands to reason that the skill of massage has a long history, and there should be people in ancient times, but it seems that there is no massage shop in this place where I live. There was really no way, Wang Xika had no choice but to say to Meng Jianniang: "My body hurts, can you help me rub it?"

Because she had just defeated a strong enemy, Meng Jianniang's attitude towards Wang Xika had also changed, and she happily agreed to Wang Xijia's request for massage. But as soon as she started massaging, Wang Xika knew that she was wrong. The strength of this Meng girl's hand is no less than that of Peng Lianhu, and the places on her body that didn't hurt began to hurt, and the places that were already painful became even more painful, it seems that the strength of ancient people is indeed far greater than that of modern people.

"Okay, okay, I'm okay, don't press it. Wang Xika shouted.

"Prince Wang, don't be polite, today you fought for our face, I'll give you more press to get out of the way" Meng Jianniang said while increasing her strength, showing that she did not spare any effort.

Wang Xika snorted, feeling as if a bone had been broken. If it weren't for Peng Lianhu walking in with two chickens in his hand and a pot of wine, Wang Xijia felt that his more than 200 bones would probably be broken by Meng Jianniang one by one.

Wang Xijia stood up and greeted Peng Lianhu as if he had seen a life-saving benefactor: "Come on, what else do you bring?"

Peng Lianhu said: "Didn't you just say that you would come to play with you at any time?" I brought two chickens and wine, let's have a few drinks. ”

Wang Xijia looked at the two chickens mentioned by Peng Lianhu with long tails, and the fur color on their bodies was alternating red, green, blue, yellow and white, and they were pheasants at a glance, so he said: "This pheasant belongs to a protected animal, right? Will we break the law if we eat it?" As soon as the words came out, he also regretted it - now he has traveled to ancient times, how can there be any such thing as a protected animal in ancient times?

Peng Lianhu said: "Brother Wang, I don't understand what you said about protected animals, do you have any taboos against chickens? This is not called pheasant, we call it pheasant." ”

Wang Xijia thought to himself, the pheasant was renamed pheasant by Liu Bang of the Han Dynasty in order to avoid the name of Empress Lu, and Peng Lianhu still calls this ancient name, which means that this era may be before the Han Dynasty, but if it is before the Han Dynasty, how would Carpenter Liu know that Guan Erge's Qinglong Yanyue knife is 81 catties? It is really a confusing era.

Wang Xijia didn't plan to communicate with Peng Lianhu about these confusions now, he said to Peng Lianhu quietly: "I thought of another thing just now, Brother Peng, don't care, I don't have any taboos, this pheasant looks very good, let's eat it today." ”

Peng Lianhu went to the kitchen with the chicken, got some millet, and stewed a pot of porridge. Before the crossing, Wang Xika was also a person who had seen the world and made a lot of money, but he had never eaten such a delicious pheasant porridge. This Peng Lianhu doesn't look at people who look five big and three thick, he is really talented in cooking. After eating two bites of porridge, Wang Xijia felt that his injuries were not so painful.

He couldn't help asking, "Brother Peng, have you been cooking since elementary school, what is the name of your cooking, and do you have any secrets?"

Peng Lianhu said: "This meal is simple, what is the name, everyone of us can make it, it is called pheasant soup." Just cut the pheasant into shreds and boil it with millet, add a little salt and stir the leaves. Come on, drink!" he said, taking out his wine and pouring a bowl for Wang Xika.

This "wine" is not good, it tastes like it has no degree at all, it is estimated that it is brewed directly from grains, and it has not been distilled. Wang Xijia, who is accustomed to drinking high alcohol in modern society, feels no taste when he drinks this rice wine. When I want to teach the people here to make distilled liquor another day, I can make a fortune just by buying wine, Wang Xijia thought.

Although the alcohol content is low, after making a few bowls of rice wine with Peng Lianhu, Wang Xijia still feels slightly drunk. Eating pheasant soup and drinking wine, the pain in my body disappeared. Wang Xijia shook his hand and said, "Brother Peng, your pheasant soup is good, I feel sick after eating." You'll have to teach me later. As soon as he finished speaking, before Peng Lianhu could reply, Wang Xijia suddenly felt a shock in his heart, and remembered a legendary story he had read before: Isn't the pheasant soup dish made by Peng Zu for Emperor Yao?

This Peng Lianhu's surname is Peng, and he used pheasant soup to cure my injuries, is it possible, the era I traveled through was the era of the Three Emperors and Five Emperors, and I, turned out to be, Emperor Yao?