Ten miles northwest of Zhifu City, there is a village of about fifty or sixty households, called Pu Miao. Most of the people in the village make a living by collecting medicine in the mountains, cutting firewood or hunting. Backed by the rolling mountains and the city of Zhifu, the people in the village rarely worry about their livelihoods.

In the first few years, a family surnamed Gao moved to the village, and his accent should be from Liyangzhou. A family of four, the head of the family is extremely tall, and he rarely talks on weekdays. It's his mother-in-law, although she is not very beautiful, but her temperament is very cheerful. Within a few days of moving to the village, I became very familiar with the neighbors. In the village, the relationship between women is often very delicate, and it is common to compete openly and secretly. But this woman of the Gao family can make the other women in the village who have dealt with her not dislike her in the slightest, but whoever collects new vegetables in the field, whose hen lays eggs, whose man goes to the mountains to hunt a few more hares, the woman will send it to this family.

The couple had a son and a daughter, the boy was eight or nine years old when he first moved in, and now he is a handsome young man of fifteen or sixteen years old, who is as tall as his father, but his personality is more like his mother, and he is very thoughtful in his words and deeds, and many people in the village want to take the boy as their son-in-law. But every time someone half-jokingly mentions this to the young man or his mother, the young man will politely shirk it on the pretext that he still has to take the test to gain fame and become a man, and the manly husband will start a business first and then start a family. These women, who have long regarded themselves as the future mother-in-law of their young people, will have mixed feelings, hoping that their son-in-law will be able to learn and succeed in high school, and the daughter who will come from the family will be the wife of the champion, and the other mothers-in-law in the village will be so jealous that they will not be able to sleep at night. But on the other hand, they were worried that this son-in-law had not yet married their own girl, and if he became a big official a day later and was taken by a bigger official and became a son-in-law, what would happen to their own children? If they were concubines, would they be wronged? Every time they thought of this, the women couldn't sleep at night.

The boy also has a younger sister, who was still an infant when she first moved to the village, and is now as old as her brother. may be because the couple loves their young daughter and feeds the girl with a bulging face and belly. The girl was more like a tomboy and became the child king of the village, often taking a group of children taller than her up and down the mountains and rivers. Although the girl is naughty but very smart, following an old man in the village, not only can all kinds of herbs and poisons in the mountains be clearly identified, but also look and hear, and prescribe medicine is also good.

When the family first moved here, they said that they had lost money doing business in their hometown, and that they had relatives who were on errands in the yamen in this city, and the man wanted to rely on his relationship to do an errand in the city. At first, the people in the village did not believe. But a few days later, the man came back dressed as a servant, and when he saw that the man had become an official, the people in the village were more willing to walk around with the family. It's just that men are getting busier and busier with business, except for the regular holidays during the New Year's holidays, they only show up in the village for one or two days a month.

On this day, a horse-drawn carriage drove into Pumiao Village near evening and stopped in front of the small courtyard of the Gao family. The woman told the neighbors who had come to inquire about good things that she was a distant relative of her man, and she passed by the city of Zhifu and went south, but the inns in the city were closed, and she stayed at home for two days.

The driver was a young man dressed in black, and when he opened the door, a young man in a green shirt jumped out of the car, turned around and helped a man who was also dressed in black, but kept his head down, and got out of the carriage, and the man staggered a little after getting out of the car. The last to get out of the car was a young man wearing a black felt hat and a water-red robe, whose face was more handsome than that of a woman.

Two young men, one green and one red, carried the man in black who seemed to have poor legs and feet into the courtyard, and the young man in black who was driving the car explained a few words to the woman and then left the carriage and left alone.

In the past, the woman who would talk to her neighbors a few times about her family's shortcomings was unusual, but today she was unusual, and she just smiled with her head that poked out of the door of her yard and looked here, and closed the door of the small courtyard.

The three people who had already entered the house were led into a room by the woman's son, the man in black was helped to sit down on the bed, and the village boy who was about the same age as the young man in the green shirt brought a large basin of hot water and bowed down and left the room.

Outside, the woman said to her son, "Xiang'er, go and get your sister back." ”

The boy nodded and walked out of the courtyard gate.

When the woman saw her son gone, she straightened her clothes, stood at the door of the room of the three of them, and fell to her knees.

The young man in the green shirt ignored the woman kneeling outside the door, and tore open the shirt of the man in black. There were five deep holes in the man's chest that looked like they had been wounded by sharp claws, oozing black slime. In addition, the man also had several wounds on his shoulders, under his ribs, and on his arms, but they were not as serious as those on his chest, but the black fluid flowing from the wounds was just as fishy.

The young man in the red robe wearing a black felt hat didn't know whether he was frightened by the hideous wound, or he couldn't stand the fishy and pungent smell, so he covered his mouth and coughed dryly, and ran outside. Ran to the woman kneeling on the ground, looked at the latter, and then glanced back at the young man in the green shirt, only to see the man dripping black pus and couldn't help but cough and rushed into the yard.

The index finger and middle finger of the young man in the green shirt were close together, and the silver light flowed between his fingers, and he pressed hard in the middle of the five holes in the young man's chest, and the silver light on his fingertips was great. The black-clothed young man with a naked upper body snorted, his body twitched, and the black slime in the five holes flowed out with an increasingly thick fishy stench. The boy made a gesture with his other hand at the basin filled with hot water, and a water balloon rolled in his palm. The boy brought the water balloon close to the man's body, and the black liquid that spewed out of the hole was absorbed by the water balloon in his palm. When the water balloon was completely black as ink, the boy threw it into the courtyard.

I don't know whether it was intentional or unintentional, the inky water balloon happened to explode next to the black felt hat boy sitting on the stone bench in the courtyard, although the splash did not splash on the boy, but the pungent smell made the black felt boy retching again.

The young man in the green shirt concocted the same method, forced out the mucus in the wound with the silver mangs between his fingers, and adsorbed it with a water balloon, and when the water balloon in his hand turned from green to black, it would be thrown in the courtyard.

After about two pillars of incense, the forehead of the young man in the green shirt was already sweating, but the mucus flowing from the chest of the young man in black had not decreased in the slightest. It wasn't until the hot water in the basin bottomed out that the pale young man in the green shirt shook violently, and the silver light between his fingers stopped suddenly, and the young man held on to the edge of the bed so that he didn't fall down.

The young man, whose face had regained some blood, ignored the black slime flowing from his chest, and looked at the young man in green shirt beside him with difficulty, "Enough, I can slowly force out the remaining poison by myself." The young master has just entered the Mengyuan realm for only two days, and I am afraid that such consumption will affect the foundation. ”

The young man didn't seem to hear the guilt and pleading in the other party's words, but waved his hand weakly and said, "Wait for me to rest for a while, it's okay." ”

The man in black was about to argue, but when he saw the young man's tiredness, he closed his lips.

There was silence in the room, except for the woman kneeling at the door, and the two sitting on the edge of the bed, not knowing what they were thinking.

After about a cup of tea, the young man in the green shirt straightened up, touched the sweat on his forehead, took a deep breath, and put his fingers together again and hit the man's chest.

This repeated for more than half an hour, and the black liquid flowing from the hole in the man's chest was finally not as viscous as before, and it was already mixed with some bright red blood.

Seeing this, the solemnity and fatigue on the young man's face stretched slightly, but the trembling of his whole body became more and more intense. The boy's teeth were clenched, his brows were tightly knitted into a centipede, and the silver rays on his fingertips were extremely faint and uncertain. When there was no silver flickering on his fingertips, the young man squinted his eyes at the hole that was still oozing black liquid, and sighed with a wry smile, "Brother Jiang Yu, I can only help you so far." "The voice is as weak as a mosquito.

"Young master, have you fallen into the realm?" the man's voice was eager, as if he was about to turn around and help the young man up, but his body was as stiff as an ice sculpture and couldn't move in the slightest.

The boy did not answer the young man's words, but staggered to the basin and bent down to wash his hands, but he staggered forward and threw himself on the ground.

Ding Ye, who was outside the courtyard, heard the sound of the water basin in the house being knocked down, and he didn't care whether the air in the house was turbid or not, so he rushed over.

The woman who knelt on her knees hesitated for a moment and hurriedly got up, rushed to the side of the young man in green shirt who was lying on the ground, stretched out her hand to help the young man up, and her hands stopped in the air again, alternating between anxiety and fierce struggle in her eyes.

The young man supported the ground with both hands and slowly lifted his upper body, his clothes were soaked with water spilled from the basin, "What are you hesitating about? Don't do it yet?" I am now powerless, one of the other two is seriously injured and has not healed, and the other is not a martial artist, neither of them is your opponent. It's your best chance to get your hands dirty. Although the boy's voice was tired, his tone was extremely flat.

When the woman heard this, the cold glint in her eyes flashed, and she stretched out her hand to reach out to the young man's waist, and the corners of the young man's mouth rose slightly, and the corners of the woman's mouth also rose slightly.

The woman who lifted the boy up, ignoring the trails of water on the ground, fell to her knees again and bowed her head silently.

"Why are you doing this?" the young man in the green shirt sat on the chair, his hands on the table and his head propped up, showing exhaustion. Ding Ye, who rushed into the room, saw that his companion was fine, so he left and stretched out his hand to cover his mouth and nose, "Can't you talk in a place with better air?" The young man in the black felt hat wanted to ask the young man in the green shirt if there was something wrong, but for some reason he suddenly felt a little awkward in his heart, so he turned his original concern into a complaint.

The young man in the green shirt took out a yellow porcelain bottle from his arms, poured out two vermilion pills, and looked at the shirtless young man who was looking at him anxiously, whose distorted expression was obviously affected by the injury when he tried to rush over and support him several times. Seeing the other party's eager appearance with a weak heart, the young man felt a little crying and laughing, "The residual poison is not cleared, the meridians are not smooth, and the people who can't stand up, what can they do, if they fall and hit the ground, wouldn't it be a waste of the little master's Zhongwu realm that has just been gained and lost? As he spoke, he shook the pill he was holding in his hand.

The young man who was counted down by the teenager was not angry, but pouted like a child, meaning to say, who do you underestimate? Now you are arrogant, I don't know who was seriously injured and unconscious and wanted me to carry it home, I was still sitting anyway, I don't know who fell to the ground just now.

The young man read some meaning from the twitching corners of the young man's mouth, and the young man's eyebrows rose, "Oh, this poison is good, it can also make people bold and fat, and dare to taunt me?"

The young man glanced at the vermilion between the young man's fingers, but he still shook his head, rolled his eyes for the first time, and the corners of his mouth reached the root of his ears, I don't need this medicine for my injury, you are so weak that you should take it.

The young man in the green shirt shook the pill in the air again, and before the young man could shake his head, he threw it into his mouth, "Do you like to eat it." Such a valuable thing, I want the master to beg you to eat it. Then you will suffer slowly, and when the time comes, you will stay in this village to recuperate for a year and a half, and then I will take you back to the mountain villa when I come back from my travels. If I don't take this path, then I'll have to send someone to pick you up when I go back to the villa. ”

Hearing the young man's words, the young man's cheeks, which were mostly pale, were red, as if he was angry with the young man's words, and he didn't know how to refute it, so he just stared at the young man in green shirt with an anxious and aggrieved face.

The young man looked at the young man's reddened eyes, and his heart was twisted. He knew that he was uncharacteristically arguing with himself because he didn't want to worry about his injuries.

He accompanied him to feign anger and haha, not to let him notice his state of mind and fatigue after falling.

It's just that the two people who have been together for more than ten years, and can understand each other's intentions even with each other's lips, how can they not know each other's desires. But the master and servant were willing to cover their ears and steal the bell at this time, and they did not poke each other's ears and bells. Only in this way, when both of them are in trouble or even a desperate situation, can they not worry about each other's worries about themselves, and can they find a glimmer of hope for themselves from each other's pretending to be nothing.

The young man in the green shirt who swallowed the pill suddenly covered his mouth and nose, coughing wildly, and his cheeks were also red. The woman and the naked young man were shocked. The man opened his mouth wide and was about to open his mouth to ask, but he saw the young man's left index finger flick lightly, and a vermilion projectile flew into the young man's open mouth and rolled into his throat.

The young man in the green shirt looked up at the young man while smiling, his eyes full of pride.

The young man sighed and closed his eyes.

The medicine given by the one-armed old man before the boy left home can protect the seriously injured person from falling into the realm when he is seriously injured, and can also protect the heart of the dying person, leaving a breath to be rescued by a famous doctor in the future. Although it cannot be brought back to life, it can retain a glimmer of life. A total of nine pieces of this medicine were refined, two of which were used when the boy was seriously injured three months ago, and there are still five in the world today.

This medicine is as precious to a teenager as his life, and how dare a young man take it, how dare he take it.

But a young man is as precious as a young man's life, how could he be stingy with a single pill, not to mention that even if it is a life, isn't there still six?

You entered the beam alone for me, rode alone for thousands of miles, and trekked through mountains and rivers just to ensure that my trip was comprehensive.

You are alone for me, outnumbered, fighting alone to protect my future.

You are my Deadpool, the one who accompanies me to death, just one pill, one life.