Ping optimistic was built in the Ming Emperor period of this dynasty, located in the northwest of the White Horse Temple today, luxurious and magnificent, the shape is majestic. This place is very well built, but it is a place dedicated to the performance of a hundred operas.

In the Great Han Kingdom, the status of Baiju is very high. What is good at the top will be very bad at the bottom. Most of the emperors of this dynasty liked a hundred operas, so the hundred operas in the capital city of Luoyang have been unprecedentedly developed. On the first day of the first month of each year, the emperor holds a court meeting in the Deyang Palace, feasts and rewards hundreds of officials and foreign ministers, and the performance held is a hundred operas. The status of Baiju can be seen.

Because Ping Optimistic is not far from Luoyang, and there are often various performances, it is a good place for Luoyang people to relax. The day when the two went to play was not a market day, and the hundred operas performed were all ordinary tricks.

"Seventeen, how do you say you got it? A knife that is so long can swallow it in the stomach......"

Wu Zifang gestured the length of the knife with his hand, and felt incredible—the blade of the knife was two and a half feet long, and it must have reached his stomach.

"Woo......"

"And that man, who can actually spit out fire, does he have a stove in his stomach?"

"Oh......"

"......, I really want to open their stomachs to see ......"

Wu Zifang whispered thoughtfully.

"Click! Phew, Phew......"

Zhang Hanzheng was happy to eat, and in a shock, he bit the sheep bones to pieces. Hurriedly spit out the broken bones, looked Wu Zifang up and down, knowing that he was joking, but Wu Zifang, who had a straight face, was still very suitable for telling cold jokes.

"Forget it, forget it, I'm afraid of you, I'll tell you. Jiang Yong, it's not that I want to sell Guanzi, this thing is broken, and it won't be interesting...... Wait a minute! ”

Zhang Han eliminated the roast lamb chops in two bites, well, the barbecue in this place is really good, it is worthy of being grilled by ethnic minority brothers. Looking at Zhang Han's evil appearance, Wu Zifang couldn't help but shake his head. Zhang Han wears a virtuous crown, a Confucian shirt, a wide robe with large sleeves and a moth crown, and his demeanor and temperament are excellent.

"Tut-tut, what a spoiling of this outfit......"

"Life must be full of joy, where can I manage so many ......"

While defending his vices, Zhang Han took out a silk handkerchief from his sleeve, wiped his hands and put them away, clapped his hands lightly, put his hands behind his back, and smiled freely. Recently, he has been unrestrained, and he has come to this kind of place where snacks are everywhere and feels very familiar, just like a temple fair, and Zhang Han's bad habits in his previous life have a tendency to resurrect.

"......, it's that simple. To put it bluntly, it's the two who walk the rope, it's real kung fu. You know, the silk rope is soft. The two girls danced against each other, cutting their shoulders without leaning, and they couldn't do it without seven or eight years of hard work......"

"Babble~"

Just as he was talking and laughing and walking back, Wu Zifang suddenly pointed to the side of the road in surprise.

"How?"

Without waiting for Wu Zifang to answer, Zhang Han had already seen the answer, and a man in Tsing Yi was lying face down in the ditch on the side of the road.

This is a young man, eighteen or nineteen years old, his family background should be good, wearing a black satin shirt, his face is pale, Zhang Han checked it, his skin is clammy and cold, his pulse is weak, he is short of breath, he is delirious, he helped the young man to the shade of the tree on the side of the road, and found that the young man was bruised and had a gravel on his thigh. Zhang Han touched it lightly, and the gravel did not move. This is not easy to do, the gravel is not shallow, Zhang Han has medicine on his body, and he does not dare to move lightly.

"This teenager is suffering from heat stroke, which is very serious, and he needs to be cooled down immediately and fed medicine, and the injuries on his body must be dealt with quickly......"

Zhang Han was a little anxious, he couldn't afford to delay heat stroke, and after a long time, it would kill people. But he is not familiar with the neighborhood, he doesn't know where there are people, Wu Zifang is also the first time to come, the two of them for convenience, but they didn't bring anyone, and now they can be blind.

"Don't worry, the two sons are not far away, please come with the old man."

was embarrassed, suddenly heard a Buddha horn, and an old monk came next to him, this is not a polite time, Zhang Han hurriedly gave up, and the two of them set up the young man to go with the monk. didn't go far, turned a corner, and Zhang Han saw a temple. When he came to him, Zhang Han found that it was the White Horse Temple. When they came, Zhang Han and Wu Zifang also went in to see, and when they came back, they took another road, went around and around, and arrived at the White Horse Temple, but they didn't know yet.

Zhang Han first poured the young man's marching dispersal, and then asked the old monk to get freshly dug well water, and constantly applied cold compresses to the young man's head, both sides of the neck, armpits, groin, etc., so that he had time to deal with the abrasions on his body.

"Slow down, wipe the dirt clean, apply the medicine again, be careful not to leave a scar, otherwise, a beautiful young man will become a big man with a scarred face, but it will not be beautiful......"

Zhang Han saw that the young man's life was worry-free, so he joked with Wu Zifang, and the old monk couldn't help but laugh when he heard it. After the rest was processed, Zhang Han turned around and began to study the fast gravel. The gravel is not big, no more than two inches wide, less than four points thick, but the location is near the artery, and the insertion is quite deep, Zhang Han studied for a long time and did not dare to do it. In such a situation, the wound needs to be stitched up, but he doesn't have any instruments in his hand, and he is afraid that he can't do it with gold creation medicine alone.

"Childe ......"

"Don't dare! In Zhang Borun, Xiafu County, the master called me Borun. ”

"Good! Borun is also called me master, Lao Zhi Lou Jia. ”

The old monk was very cheerful, perhaps in his opinion, identity is just something outside the body. Zhi Lou Jia has deep eyes and a high nose, he is actually a Hu man, he has dark skin, fluent Henan dialect (this Henan is Henan County), Zhang Han was just busy saving people, and he didn't pay attention to it, so he couldn't help but look at it twice at this moment.

"Borun, what's the difficulty?"

"Master ...... Zhilou Jiayu"

"Zhilou Jiayu!"

"Okay, Zhilou Jiayu, the gravel on this young man's leg ......"

Zhang Han talked about the injury on the young man's leg.

"I don't know if there are sewing needles in the temple, so find some strong threads......

Zhi Lou Jia leaned over to carefully check the injury on the young man's leg, and gently touched the stone, Zhang Han was happy when he saw it-peers, this one also had two strokes. Over the years, Zhang Han has a lot of experimental products, and he has treated countless bruises and losses, and his level has grown greatly.

"No, you wait for me ......"

Zhi Lou Jia ran away, and in a blink of an eye, he got back a set of household goods. Glancing at the affected area again, he took a triangular needle three fingers long, cauterized it in the fire, and took out another packet of powder.

"After a while, I said okay, Borun, you will pull out the rubble, and after debridement, you will pour this medicine, and I will sew and ......"

"Okay, but it's good with my medicine......"

Zhi Lou Jiayu did not insist, the Jinchuang medicine powder, which is mainly based on Shengtian Qi powder, has just seen the hemostatic effect, and it is indeed better than his medicine.

"Ahh

The boy clenched the handkerchief in his mouth as he cried out in pain. Zhi Lou Jia flew like a needle and quickly completed this minor operation.

[Be kind, read a book and smash the ticket]

PS: It may be a little later in the evening.