Seeing his teammates fall to the ground one by one, the last No. 10 was already six gods and no master. He pinned his hopes on the two teammates who were at odds with Xiao Persimmon, who would have thought that when he turned around, there was only one person left.

I looked at Ten, and Ten looked at me.

Wailing Ten: Really, are you so strong?

I said, "If you listen to my advice, it may not end like this."

Because of the injury, his throat smelled of blood, and his voice sounded hoarse and rough.

No. 10 suddenly remembered something, and said excitedly: That's right, the rules of the competition don't say that you can win two groups in this round, you see that we don't have just two groups now.

When the little persimmon heard this, the two sides also stopped.

The sky was getting darker and darker, and only a small corner of the blazing sun was left on the top of the mountain.

The little persimmon came back to me, a golden basin washing his hands.

I reprimanded: Who told you to stop?

The little persimmon was stunned: Ah? Haven't we already won?

I said, "The enemy is still standing there."

The little persimmon was puzzled: But senior brother, the rules say that the remaining two groups win.

I said: The rule says that the remaining two sets win, but the rules don't say that the remaining group does not win.

The little persimmon said: Senior brother, why bother, it's already a miracle that we can live, let's take a step back and open the sky.

I said, "Do you want to fight me another day?"

Little Persimmon was shocked: I seem to understand, if the winner is directly separated today, there will be no finals, then my brother and I will not be matched to fight.

I glanced at him and nodded slightly.

The little persimmon came to the enthusiasm and urged me: Senior brother has little time, hurry up and fight.

After speaking, the little persimmon rushed out like an arrow off the string without waiting for me.

I took a breath and followed.

The last bit of light faded and the sun returned home completely. Little Persimmon and I stood in the center of the arena supporting each other, with corpses lying at our feet, and the candles around the martial arts practice field were lit, and everyone boiled from the silent night sky.

The strong smell of blood filled the entire arena.

A group of judges trotted onto the field, and after discussing it on the spot, they announced the result: it was originally two groups that won and then played the finals, but now it ...... The situation changed, and according to the deliberation of the jury, it was announced that the 16th and the 8th won directly.

Everyone screamed, shouted, whistled......

The referee came up to us and whispered, "You two will go directly to the valley master the next day, and this last test will be announced by him himself."

I nodded with the little persimmon pounding garlic, looking a little sluggish. I have the impression that Xiao Persimmon and I did not walk back to the residence handsomely and chic, but were carried back to the hospital by the group of doctors. In the words of the group of people who eat melons, we looked like at that time: unkempt hair, loose eyes, covered in blood, and we didn't know which was other people's blood and which was our own. One will cry and the other will be silly, and it looks quite scary.

When I woke up, Xiao Persimmon and I were bandaged like rice dumplings, and we couldn't move. Little persimmon was lying on the hospital bed next to me, tears flowing uncontrollably.

I comforted: It's all over, we will have a blessing if we don't die in this great calamity.

Little persimmon said: I'm scared when I think about it now, I've never won a group fight.

I said: Little persimmon, I don't think you are a competitive character, why did you sign up?

The little persimmon said: I haven't been home since I entered the valley, I shouldn't have seen my mother for seven or eight years, if I can become the master of the hall, there will definitely be a chance to get out of the valley.

I said: I'm pretty much the same, I finally had the opportunity to go back to see my father and mother last time, who knew that the house was burned down, and my father and mother were also uncertain.

Little Persimmon asked: Then you want to be the hall master just to find your father?

I said, "It's not all, I've been taken by my master since I was a child, and I don't have to worry about eating and drinking, and I don't know the dangers of the world." But I've been through a lot lately, and I don't want to live like this.

The little persimmon said: That's true, although all the disciples of the valley master are in this valley, there are few who can really call the valley master a master. We also see the love of the valley lord for you, but we envy it.

I said, "You don't want to think about who gets the most punished on weekdays, and it's not that I'm the unlucky ghost."

The little persimmon burst into tears and laughed: it is an unlucky ghost and a troublemaker.

With the smell of herbs, Xiao Persimmon and I lay straight on the bed without moving, only two mouths were not idle for a moment.

I thought a lot when I was lying down, from my childhood to now, the images in my mind flashed frame by frame. I feel like I've been through a lot of weird things that no one else can happen to in a lifetime. I thought, when I get old and can't walk, I'll find a remote teahouse in Chang'an to tell a story, and tell people about my rare experiences. But how could those mediocre people believe what happened to me, and maybe think I was making up nonsense and bragging.

The next day, Little Persimmon and I clamored to be discharged, but the doctors detained us as if they were prisoners, and trapped us both in the hospital under the pretext of caring about the patient's condition. I asked for help, and this guy saw that I was wrapped in gauze, and he was not afraid of me at all.

I smiled and said in a good voice: It's just flesh wounds, we're all fine.

Go sick and say: If it's okay, why is there blood oozing everywhere on this bandage, I told you not to move.

I said, "We honestly lie down and don't move, and besides, your bandages are so tightly wrapped that we can't move if we want to." You don't even know that my butt has been itching all night, and I can't scratch it.

Goaimo threw me a stinky face, but soon found a twig to tickle near my buttocks.

I command: go up a little bit...... Go up a little more, no, no, go to the left, hey! here it is! you use a little force! comfortable~~

The little persimmon whispered on the side: That...... The Doctor......

He looked up at him and asked, "Did you call me, what's wrong?"

The little persimmon snorted and said: I'm sorry, my butt is a little itchy...... Can you please scratch it for me too?

Quai's face was gloomy, and he was probably roaring in his heart. I guess the mood of the sick moment is the same as the cook in the valley who was forced to dig out the dung. I can only enlighten him: Isn't the purpose of studying medicine to help patients get rid of pain and regain their health? At the moment, your patient is lying in bed with an itchy buttocks, which is also a pain. If you tickle him and he will be freed from pain, it will be the same merit as if you had healed his wounds.

The corners of his mouth twitched, and his expression was sluggish. Apparently, he was teetering on the verge of an epiphany.

I continued: Your patient is now suffering from itching, and if you save him from fire and water at this time, then you will really be rejuvenated.

When he got sick, he raised his head and said "ah", and immediately teleported to the bed side of the little persimmon to help.

I glanced at the side with satisfaction and smiled unconsciously. As soon as this "ah" came out, I knew that he had an epiphany.

Go to the sick and say: You still lie in the hospital for a few more days before leaving, think about how you were carried back by us yesterday, it's really quite heavy.

I said: Yesterday I was tired, and those bastards actually teamed up to deal with our two little white rabbits, how black their hearts were.

I think you are pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger, and I think their tactics are quite wise.

I said, "Nonsense, I was forced, and I have never heard of a rabbit biting when it is in a hurry!"

The little persimmon said: But brother, I didn't expect your martial arts to be so powerful~

I had to say, "That's right, I'm going to be a lot more powerful." Let me tell you, if my silver needles hadn't been collected yesterday, these guys wouldn't have been able to make any moves, and I would have stood there swishing a few silver needles and flicked them, and they all had to fall to the ground.

The little persimmon said: Doctor, I think my brother's brain seems to be injured, and I will treat him as soon as I have time.

It's a pity to go to the disease: it can be cured early.

Suddenly, a familiar voice said, "I can cure this disease."

As soon as he turned around, he knelt down: pay homage to the valley master.

Little Persimmon and I lay stiffly on the hospital bed, and we had to salute.

Go sick and ask: I don't know what the valley master has?

Master said, "It's good to give you a beating."

went to get sick and blindfolded, but with the meticulous spirit of studying medicine, he asked more seriously: Is this method really effective?

Master said, "Nine times out of ten, why don't I give it a try?"

Go to the sick and say seriously: Practice to test the truth, bother the valley master to practice?

Master was very happy to see that he had such an inquiring spirit, and he thought that when he was researching vegetable and fruit varieties, he also practiced it repeatedly, and said happily, "Okay, I should make a contribution to the research."

Originally, the master was just joking, but who expected to meet a nerd who was meticulous in learning, but the more the two talked about it, the more serious they became, until they pressed the innocent me on the bed and beat me violently. After beating the master, he also expressed his feelings, thinking that it was really boring for me not to struggle. I was shaking on my bed, and if I could have moved, I would have fought back. The two of them then forced me to answer a number of questions, roughly trying to find out if my brain had been opened under violence.

Of course, if you don't open your mind, who knows if you will be beaten again.

The old wound has not healed and added a new injury, I am really a person at home from the sky, in the face of such a flying disaster, the little persimmon in addition to giving comfort to the eyes, I dare not put a fart.

I looked at the illness with a blue nose and swollen face, and excitedly recorded the conclusion of the practice, does this stupid boy really think that force can cure brain disease? If it is so effective, I really suggest that the master also beat the disease.

Quacks, quacks!

In this trouble, I was completely wrapped into a dumpling, and only two nostrils were left to breathe.

The little persimmon said: If you can't do this, my brother will be suffocated.

Go sick and say: Don't worry, I left two holes for him to vent.

The little persimmon said: Oh, you release my brother's mouth, and my brother and I will rely on this mouth to relieve our boredom.

When he heard the words, he looked at the master in confusion.

The master said, "Let it out, I'm very bored if I don't listen to this kid."

As soon as the seal on my mouth was lifted, I immediately shouted: quack, evil teacher, I want to report to the official, I want to complain!

The master rubbed his temples and ordered, "Forget it, let's seal him."

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