In the dark night, the sparse flickering lights above the nameless village in the mountains, only the fire at the entrance of the village was brighter, and some people kept looking into the distant mountains and forests.

In Yang Junwei's home, the old village chief was still sitting on the edge of his uncle's sickbed, and there were a few young men waiting next to him, some of them were anxiously walking back and forth in the house.

At this time, Yang Zhong on the sickbed looked like he was already angry. The old village chief looked at the sky and asked, "Junwei, has he any news?"

"Grandpa the village chief, wait a minute, I'll go to the entrance of the village to have a look. It was indeed a young man with a more impatient temperament, and when he heard the old village chief's question, he immediately took the words, and then ran towards the entrance of the village.

The young man ran all the way to the entrance of the village, and before the people arrived, he shouted from afar: "What?

"Look, is there a fire over there?" At this moment, a voice suddenly came from the watchtower at the entrance of the village. When everyone heard the sound, they saw three or five torches flashing in the woods in the distance, and they were hurrying towards the village. Seeing this, everyone quickly picked up the torches and headed towards the flickering firelight.

When the torches on both sides converged, the people in the village who came to greet them were stunned by the sight in front of them.

I saw a group of six people running quickly in the direction of the village, two people in front and two of them holding torches, and some of them still had blood stains on their clothes, and their faces were pale, while the middle two people were carrying a colorful tiger that was more than one meter high and more than two meters long, and was estimated to be hundreds of pounds. The big tiger was tied with a rope to a thick and long log, in front of which was Yang Junwei, who was full of anxiety, and behind it was a man with long hair and a shawl, a long beard, and a strange tattered robe.

What is surprising is that in addition to how the big tiger was won, there is also why Shui Wuwei and Yang Junwei carried the big tiger. And Yang Junwei still carried the log on his shoulders in front, but Shui Wuyan in the back lifted the log over his shoulders with one hand, making it level with Yang Junwei.

The people of Yang Junwei Village have always known that he was born with divine power, but the seemingly thin Shui Wu can not have such strength, but everyone can't figure it out, you must know that this colorful tiger plus the newly cut logs is afraid that it weighs nearly a thousand catties.

However, Yang Junwei, who was in a hurry to go home, saw that everyone was coming, so he immediately put down the big tiger he was carrying, and then said: "Uncle Late, Junwei is in a hurry to go home to save Uncle Zhong, and then he will bother Uncle Late to make arrangements." After saying that, he crossed the crowd and quickly ran towards the house, and Shui Wuji also gave a slight signal and left immediately. Because Shui Wuwei is not a person who is better than performing, following Yang Junwei is, although there is still a movement to lighten the body, but it is not obvious, if Yang Junwei runs over like a strong wind, Shui Wuwei will be silent.

Leaving the people from the village who looked at each other, Uncle Lai quickly woke up the people who came, and called people to find some people to carry the big tiger together.

The speed of the two of them was extremely fast, and they came to Yang Junwei's house in an instant, and after entering the house, the two went straight to the sickbed, and the other young men who helped quickly got out of the way.

As soon as he came to the bed, Yang Junwei hurriedly said: "Please also Brother Wuyan, save my Uncle Zhong quickly." ”

"Junwei, have you ever found that thousand-year-old ginseng?" At this time, Shui Wuxuan had not yet answered, and the old village chief asked.

Yang Junwei hurriedly introduced: "Grandpa the village chief, I didn't find it, but I met the fairy brother Wuyan on the cliff mountain. ”

Hearing Yang Junwei's introduction, the old village chief first looked at Shui Wuwei, Shui Wuwei hugged his fists and saluted, and then said: "Old man, you are always happy, please allow me to check the patient's condition first?"

The old village chief still had doubts, and before he could answer, Yang Junwei had already helped the old village chief to a group of people to sit down, and Shui Wuwei still lifted the quilt slightly, and put his fingers on the sick pulse. Seeing this, the old village chief will not say more, and will watch.

said that after Shui Wuyan caught Uncle Zhong's pulse, he found that the pulse of the illness was already looming at this time, and he might lose his breath at any time. Shui Wuwei frowned slightly, and when he saw this, Yang Junwei asked nervously: "Brother Wuyan, what's the matter?"

"Brother Yang, don't bother me. However, at this time, he had no intention of saying more, after a sentence. It was to lift the futon, and in the exclamation of others, Shui Wuqi gently grabbed Yang Zhong's arm with his right hand, and his left hand gently stretched out into Yang Zhong's vest, and his true qi protected Qi Xin's vein, and then slowly lifted it up. Then he said: "Brother Yang, quickly cross your uncle's legs so that I can do my work and save me." ”

Others don't know why, so they want to stop Shui Wuwei from "coming like this", fortunately Yang Junwei has been extremely convinced of Shui Wuwei at the end of this day, and he has more admiration, so he came over and gently came over and crossed his uncle Yang Zhong's legs, and at the same time, Shui Wuwei's hands did not change, and his lower body magically sat behind Yang Zhong from the ground, and the people who originally wanted to stop Shui Wuwei from "coming like this" did not have action.

Immediately after Shui Wuqi withdrew his right hand, the void turned in a circle, and at the same time, he let out a bright snort, and then his right hand was between his chest and abdomen and then attached to Yang Zhong's back, and at this moment, there was a slight invisible wind in the house, and everyone in the room felt that the room seemed to be suddenly fresh.

After a while, Shui Wuxuan's hands slowly changed positions on Yang Zhong's back, and then slowly changed his gestures. After such an hour, Shui Wu's forehead already showed a lot of sweat, and although Yang Zhong's face was still so pale, his breathing became a lot thicker and stronger, which was not much worse than ordinary people. Seeing this, everyone finally saw something, but they also became more nervous, and the later people led by Uncle Wan Lai looked at Shui Wuxuan's eyes full of admiration.

Half a moment later, "Huh~" Shui Wuxuan let out a long breath, stopped his work, slowly put Yang Zhong down and covered the quilt, brushed the sweat from his forehead and said: "Brother Yang, your uncle has too many injuries, and all his internal organs are damaged, and he has been tired for many years, so the lamp is dry." ”

"Sir, how is that good? Is it effective to use the colorful big tiger soup that I hit today?" but Uncle Lai bowed to Shui Wuyan that night and asked with his fists in a hurry. And the other people who didn't know about the colorful big tiger looked at Uncle Wanlai with a look of surprise on their faces.

"No, never. However, Shui Wuxuan directly rejected his proposal, and then said: "Those who have been sick for a long time must not make up for it, otherwise it will be like the rotten wooden barrel, which is suddenly filled with water and will directly burst the wooden barrel." ”

"Brother Wuyan, what should I do?" but Yang Junwei asked eagerly.

After Shui Wuji raised his head to signal him not to be in a hurry, he continued: "Add a small amount of water to the bucket to moisten the bucket, and at the same time strengthen the barrel body." Brother Yang, bring the animal skin bag. ”

Yang Junwei hurriedly took the animal skin bag and handed it to Shui Wuwei, and after Shui Wuwei took the result, he selected two herbs with medium yellow color and handed them to Yang Junwei, and said: "These two herbs have a neutralizing effect on the nature of the herbs, cut them into fine pieces, put them in thin porridge, and take them after your uncle wakes up." ”

"When will my Uncle Zhong wake up?" said Shui Wuyan, and Yang Junwei asked again.

"You may wake up in a while," Shui Wuwei replied, and then took out some herbs from the animal skin bag and handed them to Yang Junwei, saying, "Take these herbs and fry them, fry them in two bowls of water, and then take them after your uncle takes the porridge." ”

However, after Yang Junwei took these in his hands, he was blindfolded for a while, fortunately, Uncle Wan Lai looked at Yang Junwei's appearance and knew his predicament, and then said: "Junwei, you take care of it, I still call your aunt to do it, you are afraid of making a disadvantage." After saying that, the herbs were fruited, and they were taken and fried.

Then Uncle Lai looked at the old village chief, bowed, and said, "Uncle, fortunately, this is the case, can you help you go back to rest first?"

"Okay!" said the old chief, and then a young man picked him up and went home.

Immediately after that, Uncle Wanlai bowed to Shui Wuyan and said, "Sir, fortunately, why don't you wait for me to wait and arrange a place for you to rest for a while?"

"It's okay, it's good for me to sit on this plate for a while, so that I can quickly know the changes in Brother Yang and his uncle's situation. With that, Shui Wuyi sat up cross-legged in the corner of the bed, and instantly entered a state of concentration.

Seeing this, Uncle Lai stopped insisting that night, and said: "In this way, then I will lead someone to deal with the colorful tiger first, and wait until Junwei and his uncle get better, and then the whole village will eat it together." With that, he retreated on his own.

More than half an hour later, Yang Junwei knelt in front of the sickbed, lowered his head, and kept chattering: "Uncle Zhong, wake up quickly, Junwei will never mess around again in the future, he must practice martial arts seriously and avenge my Yang family、、、、、、"

As he spoke, Yang Junwei suddenly felt a rough hand and touched his head tremblingly. Yang Junwei hurriedly raised his head and held the hand, only to see Yang Junwei, whose face was full of tears, and the moist eyes of the haggard middle-aged man on the sickbed looked at each other.

"Uncle Zhong,"

"Good boy 、、、"

The deep affection between the two of them who depend on each other for their lives, and the strong family affection is not something that most people can experience.

"Brother Yang, hurry up and feed your uncle some thin porridge, and then take the medicine later. But it was Shui Wuxuan's untimely voice that interrupted the two, and it turned out that Shui Wuxuan had also woken up from his meditation at this time.

After Yang Junwei heard this, he remembered what was going on, and hurriedly wiped his tears and said, "Uncle Zhong, wait a minute." Then he turned around and went to get the porridge.

"But the old father that Mr. saved?" After Yang Junwei left, Yang Zhong looked at Shui Wuyun and said. At the same time, it is easy to get up and say thank you.

Shui Wuqi hurriedly got up from the cross-seat, pressed Yang Zhong gently, and said after giving Yang Zhong a new number of pulses: "It's just fate, Uncle Yang should cultivate more, don't act rashly." ”

As soon as the words fell, Yang Junwei rushed over with the porridge, and then gently helped Yang Zhong up, picked up the medicinal porridge, blew on it, tested the temperature, fed it to Yang Zhong's mouth, and said, "Uncle Zhong, drink some medicinal porridge first." ”