During the conversation between the two, Mo Zhongqing had unknowingly eaten the eighth steamed bun, he was so hungry that he didn't notice that the eyes around him had become a little unkind. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

After a moment, the man couldn't look at it anymore, stood up with a "pout", and said in a daze: "Do you treat this as your own home? I haven't stopped eating eight steamed buns in a row, why can't I hold you to death." ”

Mo Zhongqing choked, and coughed again and again, obviously choking on steamed buns.

On the side, Dong Zhaoyi saw that his face was cold, and when he slanted his eyes, he heard Li Lao "snap" and sat down with a palm, and scolded: "Presumptuous! Do you talk like this? How do I teach you on weekdays? What happened to a few steamed buns, when did my Li clan be so stingy that they were reluctant to give steamed buns?!"

This man was scolded by Li Lao, and his face was red immediately, but after looking at Mo Zhongqing, he was still a little unwilling and said: "But, but ......"

Li Lao's face turned pale, and his voice suddenly became much calmer: "But what?"

The man listened to Li Lao's tone change suddenly, and knew that he was really angry, so he had no choice but to stare at Mo Zhongqing and then turn his head and leave, not wanting to just take a few steps but listening to Mo Zhongqing call from behind: "This brother stays." ”

The man turned around and said with a gloomy expression: "What else do you want, don't you want me to apologize?"

Mo Zhongqing arched his hand and said: "Brother Tai, you misunderstood, I will know some medical skills in the next place, I see that Brother Tai is a little strange when you walk, but there is some inconvenience in the left calf?"

When the man heard this, his face was surprised, but the corners of his mouth were still stubborn: "No!"

After speaking, he wanted to leave again, but when Li Lao saw Mo Zhongqing open his mouth, he also said, "Why don't you come over and let the little brother take a look?"

At the end, he changed his tone and said politely to Mo Zhongqing: "This is my nephew Li Yan, when we fled, this kid was touched by the thief, and the wound was on the calf. ”

Mo Zhongqing nodded, and slowly rolled up Li Yan's trouser legs as he said, and when everyone saw the complete wound, they immediately gasped, and even Li Lao's face suddenly turned pale.

Where is this "touching" a knife so light, look at its scar color is very deep, and then it must not have been treated in time, at this moment the wound bulged pus, if it is not treated, this leg is likely to be wasted.

However, this man named Li Yan was silent in order not to drag everyone down, if Mo Zhongqing didn't happen to notice it, I don't know how long he would have been hiding it.

Mo Zhongqing admired this man's toughness a little, and without saying a word, he hurriedly took out the acupuncture bag he carried with him, scalded it through the fire, and said casually: "Brother Li, I am going to use this needle to reopen the wound to suppurate and detoxify, and at the same time apply some homemade medicinal powder, can my brother trust me?"

With that, he raised his head and looked directly at Li Yan.

Li Yan felt a little uncomfortable when he saw that his eyes were sincere, and hurriedly looked at him and said, "If you want to cure it, how can you be like a mother-in-law like a mother-in-law?"

Mo Zhongqing didn't get angry when he heard this, so he nodded, and instead stabbed hard, followed by a casual stroke, a large amount of red and yellow pus and blood burst out with the wound, and the bulging pus pocket quickly dried up.

On the side, Li Xiangyun looked frightened, and her distress and worry were written on her face without hesitation.

On the other hand, Li Yan did not change his face and let Mo Zhongqing perform it on his lap repeatedly.

After the pus and blood were exhausted, Mo Zhongqing took out the porcelain bottle he carried and poured the light-colored medicinal powder on the wound, and before long, the blood flow from the wound gradually stopped, and Li Yan himself felt a slight tingling sensation spread from the wound.

Mo Zhongqing took out another long needle after doing all this, and said after the fire: "It stands to reason that this level of knife wound should have been recuperated and properly moved, and if necessary, hot compresses and massages are needed to increase local blood circulation to promote wound healing. ”

After speaking, Mo Zhongqing didn't wait for Li Yan to agree, and began to turn away with a long needle.

At first, Li Yan thought that this acupuncture was as fast and fast as the needle just now, but after the half-pillar of incense, Mo Zhongqing's fingers still did not stop, although he was a little impatient, but after seeing the extremely focused expression on Mo Zhongqing's face, he had to wait patiently.

As time passed, Li Yan gradually felt that his calves were numb and hot, and the soreness gradually subsided, but on the other hand, a layer of fine beads of sweat appeared on Mo Zhongqing's forehead, which showed that this full effort was not an easy and pleasant thing.

Seeing this, Xiangyun subconsciously took out a handkerchief to wipe her sweat gently, Xuan'er seemed to realize something, and quickly glanced at Dong Zhaoyi beside her, seeing that she seemed to be indifferent, this courage unconsciously became fatter, and the wiping action became more frequent and meticulous.

Li Lao didn't stop it in his eyes, on the contrary, the corner of his mouth smiled slightly, as if he was happy to see it.

The sky gradually darkened, and after the servants added dry firewood to the bonfire a few more times, Mo Zhongqing relaxed his tense face and said with relief: "Okay, Brother Li, let's go rest, and get another needle tomorrow, and there will be no root of the disease in the future." ”

Li Yan didn't know what to say at the moment, looked at Mo Zhongqing's slightly tired look, and then thought about his bad attitude before, and felt sorry for it.

I wanted to pick up some good words to thank you, but as far as his straw bag knowledge, he couldn't hit a fart with eight poles, so he had to hug his fist violently, and said in a loud voice: "The steamed bun originally couldn't be given more, but you cured my leg, so my share will be given to you, well!

Without waiting for Mo Zhongqing's face to show strangeness, Li Xiangyun couldn't help laughing, and immediately laughed, "What kind of steamed buns are exchanged for legs, is your Brother Yan's legs worth a few steamed buns? Or is Mo Gongzi's medical skills worth a few steamed buns?"

Li Yan was stunned, scratched his head, his face was like dirt, he looked a little depressed, and he didn't want to rack his brains to think of a word of thanks, but when he came to this cousin's mouth, it became a stupid thing to wrap himself in?

Did I say the wrong thing, or did my cousin Yun'er be wrong?

Li Lao smiled and said nothing, and after a while, he informed the two of them to enter the temple to rest first, and then he went to arrange for the servants to keep vigil.

Mo Zhongqing did not refuse, and led Dong Zhaoyi into the temple to find an open space to rest against the pillar, and after a while, he fell asleep.

Since Mo Zhongqing entered the territory of Songyang County for so many days, he slept most peacefully tonight, not only peacefully, but also seemed to have a common dream for men.

Faintly swords hit each other, sonorous and powerful, Mo Zhongqing fought the heroes with one manpower, and became famous with his blood.

Then the picture changed, the surrounding fog was not distinguishable from the north and the south, but you could hear the sound of the woman in the middle of the occasion, and when it was three moments, the picture was already fragrant and treacherous, absurd.

These two images alternate back and forth in the dream, and the sound seems to be real and illusory.

In the middle of the night, when he dreamed of Bai Suyi, there were several miserable snorts faintly in the fog around him, Mo Zhongqing was ignorant at first and thought that he was in a dream, but gradually Lingtai was startled, and he suddenly woke up completely, and the sound in the previous dream was clearly pouring into his ears at this moment.

Mo Zhongqing immediately jumped up, picked up the long sword and rushed out, and when he turned the corner in front of the door, he saw Dong Zhaoyi, who was wearing a lake blue robe, was guarding the temple gate steadily, the Xuanchen in his hand had already been coldly unsheathed, and there were dozens of corpses of soldiers under his feet.

When he was young, Mo Zhongqing just wanted to step forward but saw a person with blood stained clothes, stumbled out from the slope, and then followed by three or five fierce chasers, Mo Zhongqing didn't say a word to save him with a sword, and only after helping him up did he see that this was a servant under Li Lao.

As soon as the servant saw Mo Zhongqing, his originally dead eyes suddenly showed hope.

I saw that he suddenly abandoned his blade, knelt on his knees and threw himself on the ground and said: "Master Mo, I still hope to save my lord and young lady in the previous situation, don't want to die again, please! Please!!"

When Mo Zhongqing heard this, he was surprised again and again, and hurriedly said: "What are you talking about, when will I die and not be saved, where did they go, and how many of these thieves are there?"

The servant looked at Dong Zhaoyi, who had stepped to Mo Zhongqing's side quietly at this time, with some fear, and seemed to be very afraid.

Mo Zhongqing saw his behavior like this, and when he thought about it, he more or less knew what was going on, but it was inconvenient to ask Zhao Yi at this moment, so he could only say patiently: "Don't worry, I will definitely save people, where did they go?"

The servant couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief when he heard this, and said quickly: "Li Gongzi escorted the master and the young lady all the way to the east, and it was the cavalry of the Tianxing Army who chased them, I'm afraid, I'm afraid it's a little too late!"

"Wait!"

Mo Zhongqing frowned, and before he could think about it, he hurriedly cast a cloud trace step, a hundred steps away, and rushed into the chaotic crowd with his sword, blocking left and right, and not fighting.

He didn't call Dong Zhaoyi to follow, he was afraid that he was a little awkward, and he also knew that it was not bad for Dong Zhaoyi to protect himself from saving others, but from a moral point of view, he was a little too reluctant, so it was inevitable that he was a little alienated in his heart.

But the latter didn't seem to care, and still followed, and when he saw that a thief was trying to approach, he swung his sword "Xuanchen" first to finish.

These five steps are injured, ten steps are killed, the swordsmanship is wide open and closed, and those who dare to lightly slap their edges must be splashed with blood, and no one dares to stop them for a long time!

In this way, the two finally broke away from the scattered crowd and rushed towards the east.