Compassion and compassion are emotions that normal people have, but the long journey is full of hardships and dangers, and even some practitioners will always pay attention to their physical strength and spirit, and no one wants to add some burden to themselves out of thin air.

Seeing Zhang Yi step forward to take care of the old man, most of the people in the caravan did not feel admiration and shame, but showed disapproval or a slightly sarcastic look on the corner of their mouths.

None of them could tell that the old man was not just suffering from heat stroke or eating unclean food that caused him to vomit, but that the old man's body was too weak in the first place.

The body is too weak, and this situation will be repeated during the next long journey, and it may even die on the way.

As long as he starts to take care of it now, it is naturally impossible to leave it alone in the future, and taking care of this old man will become his own business.

The most important thing is that this old man's temper is still very strange, it is very likely that he was a soldier of the Yan Dynasty who was captured and detained in the early years of the battle with Daqin and was forced to do hard labor for many years.

Zhang Yi didn't have any superfluous thoughts, there was an old man who was unwell and needed to be taken care of, and he did what he could, so he naturally had to reach out to help, which was as simple as eating when he was hungry and drinking water when he was thirsty.

He did not show any displeasure on his face because of the unpleasant smell, and wiped off the vomit stained on the old man's chest with great care.

After drinking a few sips of warm water, the old man in a gray robe, with a withered face and dry hair as if there was some dry grass on his head at any time, was finally able to breathe normally and gasped, but the water was churning in his abdomen, and there was another wave of boredom in his chest, and he vomited again and again, regardless of Zhang Yi being helping him wipe it.

With Zhang Yi's cultivation at this time, even if the old man was a cultivator of the same level as him, and he stabbed a sword at this time, even if the two were so close, he was enough to react in time, but he was holding the old man's back with one hand, because he was afraid that the action would be too violent and cause the old man to fall off the horse, so he just withdrew his hand and turned his body slightly sideways, so that a lot of old man's vomit was splashed on his sleeves and robe on one side of his body.

Even so, Zhang Yi did not have any disgust in her heart.

However, what he didn't expect was that the old man became angry, looked at the water bladder in his hand, and said angrily in an obviously Yandi accent: "I'm so sad in my belly, you still feed me water, do you think I haven't vomited enough!"

Hearing the old man's angry voice, the people in the horse gang around him, who had already been unable to avoid it, frowned, thinking that this old man really didn't know anything at all.

Zhang Yi was also stunned, but she didn't get angry, but bowed slightly to apologize, and explained softly: "The vomiting is too bad, it is easy to lose water, and in this stuffy summer, the body is more likely to be unable to bear it." ”

The old man retched a few more times, and the sound in his abdomen and throat made the people around him feel a little uncomfortable and looked down silently. However, the old man sneered again, and said in unclear words: "In this case, you should find me herbal water or light salt water, why is it just this kind of lukewarm water!"

The old man's tone made many people around him angry, but Zhang Yi didn't have any angry emotions, he was stunned, and said, "Mr. is right." ”

"I'll wipe it clean for you first, and then I'll flush the salt water for you. ”

He said this apologetically, and then went on to wipe the old man's robe and saddle under him.

Seeing Zhang Yi's respectful attitude, the old man's face was slightly stiff, but the physical discomfort made him not feel good, and he let out an indescribable and vague sound from his throat, so he turned his head heavily and didn't look at Zhang Yi.

The Qin people, especially the Qin people in the Guanzhong and Changling areas, eat soft and not hard, and they don't have much ability to tolerate people who are not used to seeing them, looking at the reaction of this old man, Luo Zhongjing, the leader of the horse gang, a man in his forties, with a stocky body, his hair cut very short, and an obvious scar on his left cheek, suddenly narrowed his eyes slightly, sneered, and said: "There is no distinction between good and bad, so why bother with him, is it possible that in the past few decades, our Qin people have killed fewer Yan people?"

Hearing this, the old man, who had some slightly heavy eyelids because of his physical weakness, suddenly became angry again, and said sharply: "You have accepted my money, are you Qin people all untrustworthy people?"

Luo Zhongjing looked directly at the old man and sneered, "Do you need to return the money to you now and leave you here?"

The old man's face turned pale and he was speechless for a while.

Zhang Yi smiled bitterly at Luo Zhongjing and said softly: "After all, the old man is respected. ”

Luo Zhongjing sneered: "I think it's disrespectful to the old." ”

Zhang Yi opened his mouth and wanted to say something more, but the leader of the horse gang turned his head very simply, and said in a slightly cold voice: "We just met in Pingshui, Mr. is not very human, we naturally respect him, and I also want to rely on Mr. 's strength, but this person originally insulted me Daqin's words from time to time, and now it is good or bad, we are really difficult to get together, if Mr. thinks of him in his old age and wants to take care of him all the way, then everything about him has nothing to do with us." ”

Zhang Yi felt slightly bitter in her heart, looking at the old man's more gray face, but she couldn't bear it, she just hesitated for a moment, and then nodded.

Luo Zhongjing's expression no longer had any obvious changes, but intentionally or unintentionally, the distance between him and the rest of the Ma Gang and the old man was a little farther away.

Seeing that he was naturally separated by the rest of the Ma Gang, the old man from Yandi had lost a lot of arrogance, and he seemed even more sluggish, but between his eyes, he looked at Zhang Yi, who was always by his side, but his pupils were always indifferent and disliked.

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As the twilight grew darker and the view became obstructed, the caravan, led by an experienced caravan leader, camped on a gentle slope and cooked in a stove.

Knowing that the old man was already extremely rejected by the caravan, Zhang Yi set up a tent a few feet away from the outermost tent of the caravan, and took some mosquito-repellent herbs around and spread them out of the tent.

Seeing Zhang Yi taking care of this old man in Yandi so carefully, most of the people in the Ma Gang couldn't understand, but out of awe of a cultivator himself, after the meal was cooked, someone still brought two portions to Zhang Yi's tent.

The food on the way is naturally very simple, the staple food is just boiled dried white potatoes, and the sorrel is a minced meat soup made of some dried meat crumbs and wild vegetables on the way.

"I want to drink minced meat soup, not potato soup. ”

Looking at the food delivered to him, the old man of Yandi, who had been resting for a long time, showed his domineering and unreasonable side again, and directly pulled over a food box containing minced meat soup, and then poured another minced meat soup into the food box in his hand, and then drank it by himself.

Zhang Yi frowned slightly for the first time, but she was not angry, but she was worried: "Your spleen and stomach are very weak, so you can only eat less to recuperate, and it is not good to eat meat in this way." ”

The old man of Yandi didn't seem to hear Zhang Yi's words at all, and after drinking all the minced meat soup in the food box in his hand, he turned around and said coldly: "You are a Qin person, I am a Yan person, why do you want to help me like this? But no matter what you think, I advise you to rest in peace, I don't even have extra money on me, I just want to die in my homeland, so I follow your Qin people's horse gang to suffer. ”

"Sir, I'm afraid I misunderstood. Zhang Yi looked at the indifferent old man and said sincerely: "Respecting the old is just a duty. ”

"There is no such thing as a free meal. ”

The old man sneered and said, "Since you said that it is your duty to respect the elderly, then I am very uncomfortable now, I want to have hot water to take a bath, I see that they are a little afraid of you, presumably you are a rare cultivator, and it is not impossible to get some hot water for me to take a bath." You should also understand that with my physical condition, without hot water bathing, I am afraid that I will have poisonous sores, and death on the way is inevitable. ”

Zhang Yi glanced at the old man, not angry, but felt that what the old man said was indeed the truth.

He glanced around, then nodded, and said, "So, please sir, please wait a moment." ”

"What is he going to do?"

The people in the horse gang looked at Zhang Yi who was busy suspiciously.

They saw Zhang Yi borrow an iron pot from the caravan to boil the soup, and then walked to a hard rock on the slope and began to use his sword.

In the flash of the sword, large stones flew up.

After the water in the iron pot boiled, Zhang Yi first poured filtered cold water into the excavated stone pit, and then poured hot water.

After testing the water temperature, he walked over to the old man.

At this time, all the people in the caravan finally reacted, and after spending so much effort, and even using the true yuan that was precious to the cultivators, it was actually to serve this old man in the bath.

"Is there something wrong with his brain?"

Luo Zhongjing, the leader of the horse gang, couldn't help but scolded in a deep voice.