The time was the next morning. The cold wind in the woods began to rage again. Dust and broken leaves fluttered freely. It added a lot of trouble to the passers-by.

Zhang Sen carried Song Xinda on his back and started on the road early in the morning. Stop-and-go, talking and laughing, a day and a half of hard work, the relationship between the two is a lot closer.

"It's a little cold" Zhang Sen stopped, rubbing the dust in his eyes, and muttered: "It seems to be raining." "The voice was hoarse, and it was clear that he hadn't drunk water in a while.

"Ah," Song Xinda withdrew his eyes from looking at the sky. Licking his dry lips, he patted Zhang Sen's shoulder and pointed ahead. "Bear with me, let's go faster. According to the instructor. It shouldn't be far off. ”

"I'm really looking forward to it. Zhang Sen moved his dry throat and smiled as he quickened his pace.

and more than an hour. Zhang Sen and Song Xinda finally vaguely saw the somewhat shabby, even dilapidated, hut. The two glanced at each other, and their eyes were full of joy. Along the way, the two of them just ate some dry cakes, and as for the small amount of water, it was used to clean Song Xinda's wounds.

Zhang Sen leaned down slightly and let Song Xinda come down. After straightening his armor, he looked at the hut.

From a distance, I don't know if this room is deliberate, the area occupied is very small, and it can only accommodate three or four people at most. The timber used to build the house was obviously taken from the surrounding open space, and the timber that had not been built for a long time seemed to be a simple enclosure of the withered yellow branches, as if the whole house had been painted with a layer of twilight, so that the already lonely hut seemed more and more cold.

"It's still a little bit of a work of art" Zhang Sen helped Song Xinda to the room, and he couldn't hold back his mouth and muttered softly.

"Huh?"

"Oh. Nothing."

Getting closer, both of them couldn't help but pause, a little surprised. There was nothing to bind the thick trunk to hold it in place. Let's put it this way. These tree trunks have been inserted into the ground!

Zhang Sen squinted at the interface between the tree trunk and the land. However, I saw that the land at the interface was all flat and abnormal, and even a piece of gravel was rarely seen next to it. Zhang Sen was silent, almost stupidly calculating the angle, power and speed of the shot. If you don't want to do this, you can't stop. Just stood outside the room like this, staring intently at the interface.

After a while, Zhang Sen shook his dazed head and moaned softly. Raising his head slightly, he began to look through the cracks in the tree trunks through the not-so-bright daylight. There was just a table and a chair in the small room. Not even a bed. At this moment, a green-shirted scribe with an indistinct face was sitting on a chair with his head hanging down, holding a brush and writing something on the paper. A cool breeze blew, and the unarmored green-shirted scribe was blown with a rustling sound of manuscripts. The long hair that was casually draped over his shoulders also fluctuated slightly.

Maybe it was sensing someone coming. The green-shirted scribe raised his head and met Zhang Sen's eyes. He nodded gently, and smiled a little elegantly. I can't help but feel good. A green-shirted scribe named Wang Qimin gently pressed the brush in his hand against the manuscript. Some of them stood up lazily, yawned in the narrow hut, and walked slowly outside. The wind in the house is still quiet, but the manuscript is as stable as a mountain.

Wang Qimin Shi Ran stopped in front of Zhang Sen and Song Xinda, Zhang Sen and Song Xinda waved their hands and saluted.

After carefully looking at the two, Wang Qimin's eyes stopped on Song Xinda's lap. "How's it going?"

Song Xinda staggered a little and straightened up, saluted respectfully, and bent down slightly. "I am worried. It's much better, we're waiting for this."

"Oh. I've already told me about it. Wang Qimin interrupted Song Xinda's words. looked at the puzzled looks of the two. Added with a smile. "I like food, Lin likes food. It's the instructor you met earlier. There was a pause. "He's got a lot of good things to say for you. ”

Wang Qimin stared at the two teenagers in front of him with soft eyes, imagining the content recorded on the manuscript scroll, and couldn't help but feel a little relieved. Looking at the dirty armor on the two of them, their tones couldn't help but become softer and softer. "However, your achievements are indeed something to boast about. ”

"Good luck or tricks. Such a map can be drawn in such a short period of time. Truly remarkable. ”

Don't wait for the two of them to humble themselves. Wang Qimin waved his hand.

"Okay, let's not talk about that. Let me see your leg injury. Lin Xishi told me again and again. Huh"

Wang Qimin, who looked elegant, squatted down and helped Song Xinda to lie down under the tree. While untying the bandage that Zhang Sen had just wrapped this morning. "Oh, there's more. Lin Xishi asked me to apologize to you on his behalf. Of course, that's not what he said. ”

Wang Qimin looked at the wound on Song Xinda's leg. The original dark blue and red swelling has subsided, but some residual black blood is still stuck in the wound. Wang Qimin frowned, "It's heavier than I imagined!" and glanced back at Zhang Sen again. "Yes, the wound has not only not deteriorated, but has been alleviated a lot. Thanks to you. ”

Zhang Sen bowed his head.

"Lin Xishi, that guy is so heavy. Can't you even control your strength!?" Wang Qimin took out a packet of herbal powder that had been prepared long ago from his arms and poured it into his palm. Then, rubbing his palms, the aura secretly vomited. Suddenly, a faint medicinal fragrance overflowed from Wang Qimin's palm. "No wonder I have to mention this again and again in the manuscript, but then again. You two are really amazing. Can push him to this point."

Song Xinda clenched his fists with both hands and was about to say something.

Wang Qimin suddenly showed a sly smile, and pressed the powder in his hand tightly against Song Xinda's injury with lightning speed, almost instantly, the palm of his hand turned aura, violently invaded Song Xinda's legs, and began to regulate the blood.

"En!!" Song Xinda opened his mouth and snorted. The voice didn't have time to spit out. I swallowed it. I almost bit my tongue! Zhang Sen on the side looked at the cold sweat that broke out on Song Xinda's head. I can't help but have some eyelids jumping. Damn! This method, why is it so familiar!

In this way, there was enough tea time for Wang Qimin to let go of his palm. saw a layer of gray granular powder clinging to Song Xinda's wound, and he couldn't even blow it off with the wind.

"Well, I'll take care of the rest. Wang Qimin stood up. Clapped his hands. A look of contentment.

"Yes. My lord. Zhang Sen raised his eyebrows and glanced sympathetically at Song Xinda, who was still panting. Begin to help him tie the bandages again.

"Ahh Can't you just tap it!" The bandage in Zhang Sen's hand had just touched Song Xinda's wound. Song Xinda took a breath of cool air.

Zhang Sen rolled his eyes. "How many times do you want me to say it, but I can't"

"You"

"What am I? Why don't you come by yourself?"

Wang Qimin looked at the noisy appearance of the two under the tree, and the corners of his mouth unexpectedly drew an angle. Holding the manuscript that had just arrived. Look up and look south. That manuscript volume should be almost here, right?