The samurai jerked his head up, but his anger was cut off as he made contact with the other's gaze. The silent young man was looking at him coldly, without a hint of expression in his eyes. His muscular hand rested on the hilt of his sword, and the force was so great that the samurai could not pull out the dagger twice in a row.

The two sides are at a stalemate.

"It's mine!Take your hands away!" the young man's voice was unusually low.

The samurai hesitated for a moment, his fierce eyes slowly retracting. At last he snorted heavily, and dragged the half of the sheep away.

The samurai gathered around several other campfires and began to grill meat, and no one approached the young man, who sat silently and continued to roast the fire.

"He's hurt. Yang Bai said in Li Changwen's ear.

"How do you see that?" Li Changwen was curious.

"He just grabbed the sword with that samurai, using his left hand, but judging by the way he walked, his right hand was the dominant hand, and his right arm was clamped all the time, so he must have been injured. ”

"Come less! You can also see which hand you are used in your walking posture?" Li Changwen didn't believe it.

"Looking at the way a woman walks, I can tell if she has given birth to a child. Yang Bai said.

The young man grasped the handle of the long dagger and slowly pulled it out. A soft blue light was held in his palm, and the dagger glowed with cold coldness in the firelight, as if condensing a layer of dew.

"It's actually a 'steel' caster! I can't find a few of such famous blades in the big city, but it doesn't seem like this group of people who have a mountain base. Yang Bai admired.

"Big brother, you look so knowledgeable and talented, are you tired?" Li Changwen snorted.

"I used to do odd jobs in a pawnshop, and the boss saw that I was smart and studious, and taught me a few hands, and I was a good at identifying weapons and jade. Yang Bai said.

The young man slowly uncovered the right breastplate, and the cloth underneath was indeed soaked with blood. He lifted the fabric from the wound, his face twitching slightly.

An inch-long wound, which seemed to have been left by a sharp weapon, was pitch black and I don't know how deep.

"I guessed it right for you!" Li Changwen said.

"I also knew there was an arrow in that wound. Yang Bai said.

"That's weird! If you get an arrow there, won't you shoot all your lungs?"

The young man burned the long dagger on the flame, and facing the flame, Li Changwen noticed that his pupils were so black that there was no variegation, like a deep well without a bottom.

The young man suddenly pulled back his long dagger and pressed it against his wound, and after a slight beating, he cut straight into it!

Li Changwen was so frightened that he only gasped for air, he had never seen someone who was so cruel to himself, he was injured in such a fatal place as his chest, and he still stuck a dagger into it?

The bean-sized cold sweat rolled down his forehead, and the young man cut extremely slowly and steadily. The blood soon soaked through his loincloth, and he ripped open the bloody fissure, reached in with the fingertips of his other hand, and jerked something out, without looking, and threw it into the campfire. The thing slammed against the wood with a muffled low thud.

A copper-green arrow with snake-like barbs on both sides.

"Ruthless enough, what an outlaw!" Yang Bai whispered.

"Be quiet! That's the uncle of the Left Army, how can he be an outlaw? You don't want to die?" Li Changwen wanted to plug Yang Bai's mouth, which was always out of place.

"What's wrong with outlaws? Outlaws are a word of appreciation to me. Yang Bai was careless.

I don't know if I heard it or not, but the young man didn't care at all about the two people muttering not far behind him. He squeezed the wound hard, squeezing out the blackened blood, leaving his face pale, and then bit the cork of a jar of wine and poured the liquor onto the wound.

Li Changwen trembled all over, and his tongue stuck out for a long time, "How much does this hurt?"

When Li Changwen was a child, his fingers cut through the opening, and his father dipped cotton in some rice wine to wipe him, but Li Changwen gasped in pain, and jumped in the house with his fingers for half a pillar of incense.

The young man shuddered hard, his face twitching, but he forcibly held it down. The wine ran down his wounds, staining it with a thin layer of blood.

He looked like he was going to fall at any moment, but none of the samurai came to see him, and each of them went about their own business, and occasionally handed him cold eyes.

The young man again plunged the dagger into the bonfire and burned for a long time.

"It's useless," Yang Bai suddenly stood up and said loudly, "The arrow you took out has patina on it, and if the wound is not treated well, it will lead to septic blood." It's spring, and as soon as the symptoms of septic blood appear, there is no help. ”

The young man turned his head and glanced at Yang Bai and Li Changwen, it was unbelievable, under such pain, his black eyes were still cold and quiet. The two looked at each other for a moment, and the young man turned his head back.

"I know, so I have to deal with the wound. I don't want to die here yet. He whispered, continuing to burn the dagger.

"It's not easy to live, but it's not that simple to die. Yang Bai stood up.

"Borrowed. He patted the samurai who was in his way.

The warrior was about to get angry, but he was surprised to see that it was a white-clothed Shengxue, a nobleman-like figure, and after a moment's pause, Yang Bai had already flashed past all the warriors like a falling beam floating through the forest, and stood by the bonfire, opposite the young man.

Yang Bai squatted down to check the young man's injury, and the young man also stopped and let him watch, the two met for the first time, but there was a strange tacit understanding.

"The injury is not serious, but I am afraid of septic blood. If you don't use medicine, the wound must be taken care of. Yang Bai glanced up at the young man, "Look at that arrow, it is only used by veterans, but you are lucky, the wound is not deep." ”

"His arrows were strong, but I caught his arrows. The young man spread out his palm, and there was a shocking blood mark on the palm of his hand, and his skin was all worn out, which showed the ferocity of the arrow.

"Wow! It's really a strong arrow, you dare to take his arrows like this?"

"I heard that no one in the field dared to shoot at him, so I tried, but his arrows were faster than mine. The young man said lightly.

Li Changwen slipped over to watch the excitement, and when he heard that someone had higher archery skills than this one, he couldn't help but stick out his tongue.

"If you don't die, you will earn it, and if you go an inch deeper, your lungs will be shot. Yang Bai got up and shouted at those warriors, "Uncles, who carries the medicine with them?"

The samurai glanced coldly at this direction and twisted their heads away.

Instead, Che Yue came over when he heard the sound, glanced at the young man's wound, and frowned, "It's so badly injured!"

"Copper poison can cause septic blood, and the wound must be treated immediately, otherwise it will fester, or it will fester, "and some dried wormwood and musk will be fine." ”

"Who brought dried wormwood and musk?" said Che Yue loudly, "take it out!"

"We all have a little bit of these medicines with us. Master Yan personally brought the medicine box over.

Yang Bai took the dried powder of wormwood, mixed some musk in it, sprinkled it on a long iron sheet and heated it slightly, and the long dagger continued to burn in the fire. Che Yue stood aside and watched, among the samurai, he was the only one who cared about this young man. He nodded slightly at Master Yan, and everyone could see that Yang Bai was skillful, and his every move was like a veteran frying a tea beam in a hurry, without dragging his feet at all.