The afternoon is the most comfortable time in the water town in the south of the Yangtze River, the sun is very fierce, and the people who have planted the mango for a day have returned home, or lie in the courtyard to enjoy the coolness, or come to the pond to chat with two or three old friends. And the vendors in Yangzhou City are also rare to steal a leisure, find a teahouse, have a drink, and have fun.

Speaking of teahouses, it is natural that the Fuchun teahouse in Yangzhou City is the most famous. It is said that this is a century-old brand, the surname of the shopkeeper is Tao, the ancestor is a tea planter, at that time it was a troubled time, and the era of war and chaos was also the most difficult life for businessmen. But at that time, a wealthy family in Yangzhou asked his ancestors to buy more than a dozen catties of tea, saying that it was a gift to the officials of the imperial court.

The ancestor of the Tao shopkeeper finally rushed to Yangzhou, but learned that the rich and noble family had been beheaded all over the house because of a crime, and the mansion was full of bloody dead people. This is good, the buyer is gone, not only has no place to deal with these dozen catties of tea, but his ancestors have not even gone home.

Fortunately, his ancestor had a good tea art skill, so he took the little silver taels left on his body to buy tea sets, and then set up a shed under a peach tree and began to make tea and sell tea. Originally, I just wanted to earn enough to go home, but who would have thought that this business was becoming more and more prosperous day by day, so there was today's Fuchun Teahouse.

"Little Er, two pots of tea. ”

The two sword-wielding men walked up to the teahouse one after another, and it was strange to say that they were two people, but they wanted to serve two pots of tea, and the two of them were still sitting with their backs to each other, so they had to pose as if they didn't know each other.

Yangzhou City is mixed, and there will always be some people with unclean foundations. And this teahouse has many eyes and ears, and it is not easy to be targeted. Fortunately, the shopkeeper was not the first day in Yangzhou, and he served a pot of tea to the two of them, and he didn't dare to be sloppy, so he turned around and left.

"It's been half a month, what about my goods?" asked the man in green shirts.

The black-robed man shook his head and said, "In the past few days, there has been a lot of water, and the fish and shrimp have rushed downstream. ”

What the black-robed man said was jargon, meaning that all the goods he asked for were lost.

"How did you pack the ticket with me in the first place?" Hearing this, the man in the green shirt immediately changed his complexion, and hurriedly asked, "What about me?"

"The boat doesn't carry passengers, what can I do?" the black-robed man took a sip of tea and said lightly.

Bang!

When the man in the green shirt heard this, he was even more angry. The so-called people do not fight with the officials, and many businesses that do not come to the table are avoided by jargon. This boat refers to the government, and the fish and shrimp refer to the goods they want.

The meaning of the connection is: the government is not accommodating, and this batch of goods will not come back.

"This is a deal of a few hundred taels!" The man in the green shirt was anxious.

"What are you in a hurry with me here?" the black-robed man was a little unhappy, "Your goods are not for me to eat, you have the ability to go on the boat to find them." ”

"You ......"

The man in the green shirt was about to speak, but the man in the black robe immediately stood up, "Also, don't contact me again in the future, the shopkeeper has ordered, and the wind is howling." ”

After the black-robed man said this, he turned around and left.

"Stop for Lao Tzu!" The man in the green shirt quickly stood up, his eyes staring at him viciously.

For a while, all eyes in the teahouse converged on the two of them.

The black-robed man also showed a hint of anger on his face, turned around and walked back to him quickly, and said in a low voice, "Are you crazy? ”

"I cheated Lao Tzu's money, and I want to leave without leaving an explanation?

The two glanced at each other, only to hear the sound of brushing, and the two sharp swords were unsheathed at the same time.

The sound of cups and bowls shattering was heard from the teahouse, and from a distance, you could still see the bright sword qi flying.

These two people are both fourth-order cultivators, and as soon as they make a move, they are sword qi coming and going, and the guests around them are also the first to run away. This cultivator's fight is not a joke, and if he doesn't say a word, he will slash his sword qi, and maybe the rest of his life will end here.

Bang dang!

I saw the man in the green shirt slammed into the railing of the teahouse, and the whole person flew down directly from the upper floor, with a snapping sound and brains splashing. And on his body, he was already covered with dense sword wounds, which was unbearable.

The tragic death of the man in green shirt made passers-by avoid him, and the shopkeeper of the teahouse was standing downstairs, looking at the teahouse with a messy face, and his heart ached.

"Save people, save people!" At this moment, a terrible cry came from the teahouse.

I saw a man running out of the teahouse in a hurry, his clothes had been torn a few times, and he was holding a woman in both hands, a woman covered in blood, and the white dress on her body was also dyed crimson. The woman's eyes were closed, apparently still slightly conscious, and she could still let out a slight moan from her mouth, and her expression was painful.

The man kept shouting the word "save people" while running, perhaps because he was running too fast, and he didn't notice that there was a threshold under his feet when he went out. He stumbled and fell to the ground at once, and the woman he was holding in his hand also flew out.

"Don't ......"

The moment the man fell to the ground, he subconsciously stretched out his hand to grab her, but it seemed so far away.

Syllable!

At this moment, a woman in a purple dress who picked flowers rose to the ground with her feet and caught the woman who was still bleeding in the air. The man got up from the ground, ignoring the pain in his body, and rushed all the way.

At this moment, the flower-picking woman had already laid her flat on the ground, sealed the meridians of the seriously injured woman with skillful techniques, and then took out a bright red stamen from the bamboo basket she was carrying on her back, and gently stuffed it into the woman's mouth.

The man came to the flower-picking woman, and before he could thank him, he heard the flower-picking girl whisper, "She is bleeding too much, and she needs to stop the bleeding immediately." ”

As she spoke, the flower picker lifted the seriously injured woman up, closed her eyes and operated the aura in her body, which was continuously transmitted to the seriously injured woman's body.

"Isn't this a disciple of Huagu, I didn't expect to be able to meet it in Yangzhou. ”

"In order to save a stranger, he was willing to send aura to her, what a doctor's benevolence......"

Some knowledgeable pedestrians passed by and subconsciously stopped to watch.

Ordinary people's meridians are fragile and cannot support the entry of spiritual energy into the body, so if you want to convey spiritual energy to ordinary people's bodies, it is simply playing with fire and self-immolation. But the world is so big that there are no surprises. Legend has it that a unique Heart Sutra practiced by the cultivators of the Flower Valley can dissolve the violent energy in the aura of heaven and earth, and if these aura is transported to the body of ordinary people, it can not only prolong life, but also save lives and help the injured at critical times.

Over time, the disciples of Huagu also gained the reputation of a healer's benevolence.

It's just that the disciples of Huagu are very rare, and it is difficult to see them on the rivers and lakes. In this way, it is also the fate of this pair of hard-working mandarin ducks, otherwise even if they are sent to the hospital, it will not help, and if they are so seriously injured, even if the imperial doctor in the palace comes, they may not be able to save them.

Within ten breaths, the wound on the woman in white was no longer bleeding, but her breath was still very weak. Although external injuries are cured, internal injuries are the most difficult to heal. If it hurts the vital point, even if the gods come, it is useless.

After transporting the aura to the woman, the face of the flower picker was also a little pale, and she couldn't help but sit in place and breathe.

"I ...... It hurts...... "The woman slowly opened her eyes, made a mosquito-like sound, and said weakly.

"Su'er, don't worry, I won't let you die. The man clasped the woman's small hand and made a trembling sound.

She leaned against the man's arms, still gasping for breath very weakly, and the pain on her face did not decrease a little.

"Thank you for your help, your great kindness, my grandson is unforgettable. The man hurriedly said gratefully.

The flower picker shook her head and said in a delicate voice, "I will prescribe a prescription for you, and you go back and decoct her according to this prescription." ”

The flower-picking woman breathed for a while, then took out the pen and inkstone she carried with her and began to write the prescription.

"Confused brother...... I hurt so much......" The woman in white kept muttering, and tears kept falling from the corners of her eyes.

Seeing this, the flower picker hurriedly grabbed her hand and took her pulse. As soon as her fingertips caught her pulse, her whole body trembled violently as if she had seen a ghost.

"Su'er, how is she?" Gongsun Yu noticed that the goddess of picking flowers was not right, and hurriedly asked.

The flower picker carefully released the woman's pulse, and said with a hint of sadness on her face: "She hurt her liver, and she won't live long." ”

"What?" Gongsun was confused at this moment, as if he felt that the sky had fallen, and when he looked at the miserable beauty in front of him, tears couldn't stop flowing.

"Confused brother, I'm in pain, help me ......"

Gongsun Yu was already crying, "No, no, you won't die." ”

He suddenly thought of something, and hurriedly took out a small incense burner and a small bag of herbs from his arms: "Su'er, don't be afraid, you won't be in pain soon." ”

Gongsun Chao hurriedly stuffed the herbs into the incense burner, took out the flint and lit the herbs. A wisp of green smoke soon drifted slowly out of the incense burner, and he leaned the incense burner against the face of the woman in the white dress with trembling hands.