To the east of the nameless mountain range, there are more than 10 villages built by the mountains or with water, because of their self-sufficiency and less communication with the outside world, they are collectively called Sanzhai and Nine Villages.

There is a slightly turbulent river called Qingshui River at the location closest to the Tiankeng Demon Cave, and there is also a small village of villagers named Qingshui Village next to the Qingshui River.

Many of the houses here are made of earthy yellow mud, and the tiles on the beams are of different sizes, and from a distance, they look like mushrooms standing quietly there after rain.

Although it is completely backward, it is undeniable that the scenery here is indeed beautiful, with white clouds accompanied by blue sky, green mountains and green water, and a piece of villagers full of life living together, but it really feels like this paradise.

In the middle of these irregularly built houses in Shimizu Village, there is a slightly tall house, although it looks a little stronger than other low and dilapidated houses, but the mottled color on the wall also shows the age.

In the lobby of this house, basically hundreds of villagers in Qingshui Village with dark faces and simple temperaments are all gathered here, and among the villagers, their eyes are all looking at the center of the bed with a little embarrassment, a young man with a delicate face but covered with scars.

The young man's face was delicate, but his face was paler than the rain-washed wall, his robe was torn into strips, and the two egg-sized penetrating wounds on his shoulders and lower abdomen, although they had scabbed, still had a little jet-black blood oozing out, dripping on the wrinkled pale yellow sheets underneath.

However, these wounds are not too big or too serious, the most terrifying thing is the small circle of deep concave injuries on the back of the young man, this circle is obviously hit by a huge force, and the broken bones continue to compress the internal organs, causing every breath of the young man to be extremely difficult.

This person is naturally Yang Hao, who flew down from the cliff that day, and the distance of 10,000 zhang must be a certain death, but jumping off the cliff is what Boss Bai said, so naturally the next thing will be taken by Boss Bai.

The violent wind whistle continued to echo in Yang Hao's ears, and just as the distance between the seriously injured body and the ground was getting closer and closer, a bit of white light shone out from the black star, and a vast and sea-like powerful divine consciousness power suddenly emerged, like a layer of insect chrysalis surrounding Yang Hao.

At the same time, an extremely frivolous force instantly stopped Yang Hao's descending figure at high speed, and slowly landed on the ground in mid-air in an extremely slow and peaceful way.

"Should this teenager be saved? We have never encountered such a thing in Qingshui Village. ”

"Looks like those wicked people are coming again lately!"

"I think it's better for us not to meddle in this matter!"

Recently, there has been a group of fierce bandits dressed in bloody clothes, rampant thieves, burning, killing and looting in Sanzhai and nine villages, and it is rumored that all the people in one or two villages on the other side of the mountain have been killed, and even the entire village has been burned down with a fire.

So during this period of time, people in Qingshui Village were also panicked, for fear that those gangsters would suddenly visit.

As for the young man in front of him, looking at the form, he must also be a martial artist who cultivates the aura of heaven and earth, and the extremely serious injury is naturally caused by fighting with others, if the people of Qingshui Village come to the rescue, I am afraid that it will bring him some unexpected trouble.

As one or two villagers expressed their worries, many villagers also echoed them, after all, they were just ordinary peasant villagers, and they were naturally afraid of those things that were beaten and killed.

The sound of conformance increased more and more, causing an uproar among the villagers, and even one or two tall villagers were ready to take Yang Hao out of the village and leave him to fend for himself.

Just when a few people sighed, suppressed the struggle on their faces, gritted their teeth and prepared to make a move, a petite little girl rushed over in an instant, blocking in front of those villagers, her little hands open like an eagle protecting her cubs in front of Yang Hao.

The little girl was no more than five or six years old, barefoot on the ground, her clothes were slightly shabby, but her eyes were clear.

The few people who were about to take Yang Hao away looked at the little girl's puffing appearance, and after a few people glanced at each other, they all smiled bitterly, and then a tall and thin swarthy man like an ear of rice said softly to the little girl with a doting tone.

"Xiaocao, we don't want to cause some trouble in Qingshui Village, so you just listen to Hei Bo's words and get out of the way obediently!"

As soon as Hei Bo's words came out, several plainly dressed village women also persuaded Xiaocao in unison.

"We just took him to safety. ”

When Xiaocao heard this, Qiong's nose twitched, her eyes blinked, and she shook her head at Hei Bo and the others.

"Xiaocao, don't you, you want to throw the big brother into the wilderness, right!"

Xiaocao, who was huffing, waved his little fist and said angrily.

Seeing that Xiaocao was still in front of him, Hei Bo and the others were ruthless, one of them hugged Xiaocao, and the others walked towards Yang Hao, who closed his eyes tightly on the bed.

Xiaocao's young body was tightly restrained, and there seemed to be tears flashing in her bright eyes, and when she saw several calloused hands getting closer and closer to Yang Hao, Xiaocao said anxiously.

"My brother was carried back by the village chief's grandfather, and the village chief's grandfather hasn't promised you that you can't move casually. ”

Xiaocao's immature but loud voice sounded in the small space, which made the expressions of many villagers change, and at the same time, the movements of the villagers who were ready to take Yang Hao also froze, and they looked at a drooping old man sitting on a chair at the gate with a puzzled look.

This old man's eyebrows and beard are gray, but his face is slightly ruddy, and under the white and yellowish robe, there seems to be a faint smell of medicine.

At this moment, the old man held a dry smoke gun in his right hand, looked at the slightly chaotic situation, and took a puff of dry smoke, and waited until the spark burned out and the slightly choking smoke dissipated, and then slowly got up and came.

He is the head of Qingshui Village, and he is also the only doctor in Sanzhai Nine Villages, in such a resource-poor place, the pain and injury will not be far away, but will become more and more wreaking, so a doctor is extremely important. Moreover, the old man's medical skills are extremely exquisite, and he can basically be cured except for a few strange symptoms.

Therefore, he is basically an authoritative existence in Qingshui Village, and whether Yang Hao can be treated or not is all a matter of his words.

"Put down the grass!"

The old man looked at the grass that was being held tightly in his arms, his mouth skimmed, and the corners of his dry mouth smiled slightly.

Hearing this, the man also nodded, and gently placed the grass on the ground.

Grimacing at the man, Xiaocao immediately ran towards the white-robed old man, and when he got closer, his little hand held the old man's low-hanging cuffs, as if he was coquettish.

"Grandpa, grandpa, shall we save that big brother?"

The village chief glanced at the innocent and lovely Xiaocao with loving eyes, and after smiling lovingly, he patted Xiaocao's forehead with his palm and said.

"Little guy, don't make trouble! big guy discuss things, let's go!"

The village chief smiled and gently pushed Xiaocao aside, but he heard Xiaocao's words in his ears.

If you throw away your big brother, Xiaocao will never forgive you for the rest of your life, and you won't eat for the rest of your life. ”

Xiaocao's mouth bulged out like a goldfish's mouth, and such a cute appearance made the big guy smile.

The village chief frowned, turned his head and said in a deep voice to the grass.

"If you mess around, the village chief's grandfather will punish you out!"

Facing the somewhat angry village chief, Xiaocao was also a little afraid, and after the little face trembled and then glared fiercely, Tara's little head stopped talking.

The village chief took a step, his brows furrowed, the wrinkles on his face were clustered up like fishing nets, and the slightly pungent dry smoke from his mouth spread out in bursts.

With slightly cloudy eyes, he looked at Yang Hao, whose face was so pale that he couldn't even detect the sound of breathing.

In the eyes of the village chief, Yang Hao is full, his eyebrow bones are upright, his nose is not big but the bridge of his nose is straight, and his facial features are also resolute and full of righteousness between his eyebrows and eyes.

Moreover, as the village chief who came back with Yang Hao on his back, he also knew that even if this kind of injury was placed on some demonic beasts with strong bodies and extremely strong vitality in the nameless mountain range, they might not be able to bear it, but this delicate and thin young man was still breathing tenaciously.

Although I don't know if it will bring any disasters to Qingshui County, at the moment, the village chief still has a certain decision in his heart.

After exhaling a mouthful of dry smoke, he put the dry tobacco gun in his hand on the table, his eyes swept over the faces of the villagers with some worried expressions, and said loudly.

"As the so-called heaven has the virtue of a good life, now that this young man is seriously injured, he came to our Qingshui Village by chance, if we abandon it in the wilderness, spread it, the reputation of our Qingshui Village will plummet. With his hands behind his back, the village chief straightened his slightly stiff waist before speaking again.

"So, this young man was rescued by our Qingshui Village, and the villagers have any objections!"

Listening to the village chief's slightly majestic words, even if there were a few unwilling people in the room, they could only smile and nod, hoping that they would not bring any disaster to the village.

However, praying for this kind of good wish is often contrary to the truth, in the future for a period of time, even if Yang Hao was already at the top of the Tianxuan Continent at that time, but what happened in Qingshui Village afterwards was an eternal pain in Yang Hao's heart.