Changlin was about to cry in fright. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

The gale whistled in his ears, the stone walls and the sky rose rapidly in front of him, and the feeling of weightlessness made him feel like he was almost flying.

"Boom" passed through the dense canopy, and the branches and leaves were like sharp swords, drawing scratches on the face and body, and as soon as the blood beads seeped out of the skin, they were swept up by the wind and floated into the air.

Then he smashed on a large tree branch with a "bang", Changlin felt that his heart was squeezed to his throat all of a sudden, his spine was so painful that it seemed to be broken, and a bloody arrow sprayed into the air. The branches snapped, and the two of them fell to the ground with a great momentum. Luckily, there seemed to be a thick layer of leaves underneath, and smashing into it negated a lot of the force.

Rao is like this, Changlin still felt the pain in his body. He struggled to push Wang Chen away from him, but he tried several times but couldn't succeed, the more he pushed, the more tired he became, and finally his eyes turned black and he fainted.

By the time he regained consciousness again, it was already the next day, and the dazzling sunlight pierced the leaves and hit him straight in the face, and the wounds all over his body were burning and painful. If the pain hadn't made him cry a lot, it wouldn't be over. But now, he finally understood what the book meant, "feel pain and feel joy." It feels so good to be alive.

He pushed Wang Chen aside on his body, and when he saw that he was still unconscious, he was a little panicked in his heart. But the sound of heavy, choppy breathing proved that he was still alive. Changlin cautiously touched his forehead, hot as coals.

No, you have to get a doctor quickly. Changlin gritted his teeth, carried Wang Chen on his back, and walked out of the woods step by step.

After walking for a long time, I finally saw a village in a mountain col. Changlin ran over ecstatically.

Before they reached the entrance of the village, an uncle who grew vegetables saw them, "Hey, hey, what are you doing?"

"Hello, is there a doctor in this village? My friend was seriously injured by falling off a cliff and, can you help?" Changlin asked, leaning on the fence of the uncle's cabbage field.

"Falling off the cliff?" the uncle took the hoe and thoughtfully circled around the long forest, "Let's go to the village first." He said.

Changlin honestly followed him to the village, and without thinking too much, he followed what he said and entered the house.

The uncle added a few pieces of wood to the stove and scooped some water from the bucket in the corner of the house, "This is the doctor's house, he may be working, you wait a while." I'll call him. With that, he lowered his head and walked out the door. At this time, if Wang Chen was conscious, he would definitely be able to find the unnatural expression and wandering eyes on this uncle's face. But Changlin didn't have these rivers and lakes experience, and he still felt that he had really met a good person.

When the uncle walked out of the door, he "clicked" two locks, and ran to the village chief's field.

"What? You mean that the two people who are looking for in the pavilion have come to our village?" The village chief knocked on the bluestone beside him with a cigarette stick, and the wooden cigarette stick "snapped" into two. But this time, he didn't pay attention at all, and put the remaining half into his mouth and sucked it a few times, "What are you going to do then? It's over, it's over!" The village chief had beads of sweat the size of soybeans on his head, and he stood up and spun in circles like an old donkey.

"Let's hand them over to the cabinet. Uncle pondered for a moment and said.

"Handed over to the pavilion?" the village chief jumped up three feet high, and his shoes flew out, "They only came to the village half an hour ago to ask, and we said they hadn't seen them at all." Now you run to them again and tell them that these two guys are in our village. You're too long, aren't you?"

"That's...

The village chief took the half-cut cigarette stick and clicked again, "No." Can't go. His brows were twisted into the word "Chuan", and his old face was wrinkled like a walnut pit, "It would be nice to say a little if the adults in Qianmen led the team, but now it is the team led by the notoriously hot-tempered adults who leave the door." I heard that there was a village to the east that reported it a little late after discovering a prisoner. The whole village was set on fire by the adults who left the door. We can't go..."

"Then what should I do?" Uncle also trembled all over, he was just an ordinary mountain man, the people in power were strict, at most it was a sad life, what dignity, what benevolence, saving life is the most important thing, "pop", he slapped his palm on the bluestone slab, "Damn evil star, why did you come to our village without dying?"

"Death? The village chief patted his thigh and gritted his teeth, "Just don't do anything, kill them, and throw them into the mountains." Otherwise, the corpse will be bitten beyond recognition by jackals, tigers and leopards, and at that time, who would know that they are related to our village?"

"But they're samurai who can fight with the Martial Sect, so I'm afraid we won't be able to defeat them. ”

"It's okay, didn't you say that someone was seriously injured? ”

Changlin waited in the house for a long time, the water in the pot was boiling, he scooped it out a little to cool it, and fed it to Wang Chen little by little, thinking that the fever was to cool down, he also tore off his clothes, dipped the water on Wang Chen's forehead. After all this, I don't know what to do, and when I am idle, my eyelids are as heavy as iron, and my whole body is so soft that I have no strength. He scooped up the ladle of water, poured it on his head, and went to the door to look.

"Shaoxia, Shaoxia..." I saw the uncle running over in a hurry, his expression was a little embarrassed, "I'm sorry, the doctor in our village has a big temper, he ???"

"Doesn't he want to come?" Changlin asked anxiously, "I??? I'll pay. He said as he touched his pocket, "No, I can give you this sword, it's made of fine iron, and it's worth a lot of money." Changlin blushed as he spoke.

"No, no..." The uncle said no, but his hand naturally took the sword. Without weapons, no matter how you say it, it seems to be a good thing, he smiled all over his face, "The doctor is worried that his field will not be planted, the doctor in our village, the knife mouth and tofu heart, you go and beg him personally, we will help you with two more words, no problem, no problem??? Healers are benevolent. ”

Changlin looked at him with a smile and hung the sword on his waist, and had to nod, "Then it's okay for my friend to lie here." He asked, and when he saw the uncle nodding his head like a chicken pecking rice, he sighed softly and followed.

Not long after the two of them walked out, a group of men with big shoulders and round waists and shoe and sickles sneaked in.

"Which of you has killed anyone?" asked the leading man, turning his head to look at the others. Everybody, you look at me, I look at you, and finally they all shook their heads. "Okay, then... I'll do it. The leading man hesitated, swallowed his saliva, licked his lips, and rubbed two mouthfuls of water on his hand, and took the sickle in the hand of one of the people next to him.

In everyone's intertwined anticipation and unbearable gaze, the man cautiously approached Wang Chen. After taking two steps, the man swallowed his saliva again, he looked left and right, threw down the sickle, snatched the hoe from one person's hand, stood half a zhang away from Wang Chen, and slashed it with a fierce hoe.

The "hiss" and the people who watched the murder closed their eyes in unison.

However, the expected brain-splashing scene did not really happen, and the hoe stopped in mid-air for no reason. The man, with a few exertions, felt that the hoe was not moving in his hand, and his heart was strange. As soon as I opened my eyes, I gasped.

Two fingers were firmly clamping the blade of the hoe, "What do you want to do?" Wang Chen lay on the bed, stretched out two fingers, and asked coldly.