Lao Zhi scolded along the way, I have long been surprised, Lao Zhi is such a person who has revenge and gratitude, and he has suffered such a big dumb loss just now, if he doesn't vent it, it won't be him. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

If the old man at this time was seen by the villagers of the housekeeper village, it is estimated that he could smash the clay statue in the temple of mercy, how can such a clay statue of a shrew be enshrined in the dignified land temple, it is too immoral, and it may affect the feng shui of the housekeeper village.

After a detour, I saw a village, which is obviously not the same grade as the housekeeper's village, almost all of them are red brick houses, and the courtyard is neat. If you have to make a comparison, then the housekeeper village is a pigsty.

However, I believe that the village will get better one day.

"Alas... You guys come and help me!"

Suddenly, there was a call in the distance, looking for prestige, and at the foot of the mountain, a hundred meters away from us, a person was sitting at the bottom of the mountain, waving to us.

Due to the distance, and the fact that the man was sitting on the ground, he didn't see his face clearly, but he should have heard the voice of a man.

When I got closer, it was an old man of fifty or sixty years old, and at a glance, I could clearly feel that the old man exuded a murderous aura, could it be that he was a butcher? But looking at the bow and arrow behind him, and a pheasant pinned to his waist, I immediately understood, it turned out to be an old hunter, no wonder there was such a heavy murderous aura on his body.

Before we could ask him, the old man covered his left leg with one hand and asked in a somewhat tangled voice: "You are a foreigner, I am from the village in front of me, I broke my calf when I went into the mountains to hunt, I gritted my teeth and walked back, take me by the hand, send me back to the village!"

"Uncle, is the injury serious?" I hurriedly stepped forward to ask after listening to the old man's explanation.

The old hunter gasped in pain, took away the hand covering his calf, and the blood had stained half of his pants red, and it was estimated that the injury was quite serious.

At this time, Bacheng came over and said: "The poor road is a courtesy, looking at this situation, it should be a broken bone, but fortunately, there is no misalignment, and it should not affect normal life when I go back." ”

"Let's borrow the auspicious words of the old Taoist, I have walked the mountain road all my life, and I am not so squeamish!"

Bacheng stroked his beard and instructed the unrepentant on the side: "Go and help him." ”

Wu regret nodded, walked over and picked up the old man directly, and walked towards the village. Bacheng pouted and nodded with satisfaction, and Lao Yu and I followed.

Bacheng followed aside, and the old man didn't say a word.

I suddenly realized that something was wrong, since we met the old man, the old man didn't say a word, a square face was so heavy that he could squeeze out water. Lao Qi has always been a fast-talking stunned young man, and it is better to kill him if he is not allowed to speak! I have never seen him have been so silent, which surprised me, and I couldn't help but ask in a low voice: "I said Lao Qi, what's wrong with you?"

Lao Zhi snorted coldly and said, "I broke a leg, count him cheap." ”

The old man said such a sentence inexplicably, which frightened me into a few hurried coughs to cover up. The old man is right in front of us, in case someone hears it, it's no wonder if he doesn't get scolded!

I gave him a hard push and motioned for him not to talk nonsense.

The old man's house is on the edge of the village, with a stone courtyard and a brick house.

As soon as I walked into the yard, I smelled the smell of blood and fur.

When we first entered the village, the old man called a woman and asked her to help call the village doctor. After complaining for a while, he quickly cut the trouser leg with scissors, because the blood had glued several layers of pants together, and the bone wound was the most taboo to move, and the previous movement had caused the wound to be injured a second time, so for the sake of safety, the pants could only be cut open to avoid broken bones inserted into the muscles.

The village doctor has disinfected the entire calf with iodine wine, except for a few abrasions on the leg, there is no more serious or deformed due to fractures, but the calf has been swollen and shiny and purple, and the old man has a cold sweat when he touches it.

The village doctor clamped two boards to the old man's calves, which looked like they had been used many times, and there were no edges or corners at all.

In the end, I gave him some anti-inflammatory drugs, and told the old man that if the swelling did not subside after a week, then there might be broken bones inserted into the flesh, and he had to go to the hospital for surgery, otherwise the whole leg might be wasted. Before leaving, he didn't forget to let us boil bone broth for the old man to drink, it seems that he regarded us as the old man's relatives, but his eyes still stayed on Bacheng's body for a while, and he probably thought in his heart, how could there be a Taoist relative.

During the whole process, Lao Yu kept silent with a cold face, if it wasn't for something big happening, he would definitely not have this expression.

When I was about to pull the old man out to ask what was going on, the old man endured the pain, pulled out a smile and said, "Thanks to a few of you today, if I hadn't met you, I don't know how long I would have to wait." ”

Bacheng sat on the edge of the kang, stroked a few beards on his chin, and pretended to be full of strength and said: "When you meet, it's fate, why say thank you." With all due respect, there seems to be no relatives at home to take care of. ”

"Hmph! There is a desperate door, and he still wants to have relatives, that is a dream! If he can live to this day, even if he has a big life, in less than three days, that leg will be crippled!"

Lao Yu's words suddenly made the room silent, and Bacheng's hand brushing his beard suddenly stopped, staring at Lao Yu with a pair of small eyes.

The old man's smile froze, and then it suddenly became gloomy.

I hurriedly grabbed Lao Qi and stopped: "Lao Zhi! I took the wrong medicine, what nonsense are you talking about!"

Before I could explain to the old man, the old man snorted coldly and said, "The young man is right, I am a desperate person, but I haven't offended you, isn't it a bit too much!"

"Hmph! You grew up eating hundreds of family meals because you killed your parents and ate hundreds of meals, and your grandmother didn't love your uncle or uncle. When he grew up, he was commended for helping the People's Liberation Army deliver food, and he was given a piece of the landlord's land. After liberation, he began to farm, and later found that he could make money by selling furs, so he began to hunt in the mountains. In your mountainous area, there lives a group of yellow immortals, you have killed countless of their descendants, they have come down the mountain many times, not only do you not listen, but you have intensified, the yellow immortals who died in your hands, I am afraid you yourself can't remember! Now they come to ask you for debts, you can't even die if you want to!"

The old man sat up directly from the kang with a few words, and he didn't care about the pain, grabbed the old man's arm, and asked excitedly: "You... How do you know?"

Lao Yu snorted coldly again, pointed to the air around him and said, "Those unjustly killed Huang Immortals are with you all the time, you better go and ask them." ”