"What? Don't you want to get married? Then forget it."
Chu Wushuang said pretending.
"Young Master, I...I am willing."
Guo Qingyi was fooled and quickly replied.
Chu Wushuang laughed, and explained while laughing: "I'm teasing you, just to see how anxious you are, haha."
The master and servant often joke around.
To a certain extent, Chu Wushuang often made fun of Guo Qingyi because he was too bored in ancient times.
Although Guo Qingyi was used to being teased by Chu Wushuang, this time was different. This was a major event in her life, and the master actually made fun of it.
The more she thought about it, the angrier she became. She stood up and slapped Chu Wushuang.
Chu Wushuang stretched out his hand to block her, and accidentally grabbed Guo Qingyi's wrist. He thought of it and continued joking: "My wife has rebelled, and she even dares to beat her own husband."
"Who is your wife? I hate you."
Guo Qingyi's words sounded angry, but his heart was as sweet as honey.
When Chu Wushuang was fighting with Guo Qingyi, he inadvertently looked towards the wall in the distance.
A figure happened to climb onto the wall and fell into the courtyard.
"There's a thief."
Chu Wushuang's expression changed.
Hearing this, Guo Qingyi stopped fighting and turned to look in the direction of the courtyard wall.
There are overgrown weeds under the courtyard wall, and you can clearly see a bunch of grass shaking, obviously there is something alive in the grass.
Chu Wushuang stood up from the stone bench and walked under the courtyard wall.
"Young master, don't go there, let's go call someone quickly."
Guo Qingyi was extremely nervous and called Chu Wushuang.
Ancient thieves were not like modern thieves. If they were caught, most of them would kill and silence them.
Chu Wushuang stopped and was about to tell Guo Qingyi to call the servant over. The wall-climbing thief stood up tremblingly from the grass. After standing for a long time, he fell down outside the grass.
Judging from the thief's actions, he was obviously injured, and seriously.
"No need to call anyone, it seems the thief was seriously injured."
After speaking, Chu Wushuang walked towards the courtyard wall.
Guo Qingyi was worried that Chu Wushuang was in danger, so she rushed to follow him without thinking too much.
An old man over fifty fell outside the grass, his gray robe stained with blood.
The old man was born with fair hair and a childish face, not like an ordinary old man.
Chu Wushuang squatted down and stretched out his hand to see if the old man was breathing.
An intermittent stream of air came out of the old man's nose, indicating that the old man was not dead yet.
Chu Wushuang had never learned first aid in modern times and could only pinch people.
This trick really worked. He had just pinched the old man for a while, and the old man slowly opened his eyes.
"Uncle, don't be afraid, you are safe now."
Chu Wushuang did not think about whether the man who climbed over the wall was a good guy or a bad guy for the time being. Even if he was a bad guy, he had to stabilize the other person first.
The old man coughed a few times, put his hands on the ground, and tried to get up from the ground.
Chu Wushuang reached out and helped the old man stand up.
The old man looked around. After scanning the garden, his eyes fell on Chu Wushuang, the master and the servant.
"Uncle, don't worry, this is my home, you are safe."
Chu Wushuang comforted the old man with a pleasant look.
The old man tried to take a step and almost fell to the ground.
Chu Wushuang quickly reached out to help him.
"Uncle, you are seriously injured. I will help you to treat your injuries."
Chu Wushuang suggested.
After he finished speaking, he heard the old man speaking in his heart: "I possess the secret book of magical skills and cannot stay here for a long time."
After listening to the old man's thoughts, Chu Wushuang became energetic.
There is no place to be found even after wearing iron shoes, and it takes no effort to get there.
Ever since he traveled to ancient times, he has always aspired to become a martial arts master.
Now that an old man with the secrets of peerless magic skills came to his door, how could he let him go so easily?
Moreover, judging from the old man's situation, he was probably being hunted because he had the magic secret book in his hand. He had no way to escape over the wall and escaped into the garden.
"Uncle, you are seriously injured now. You can't even walk. I always like to do good deeds and accumulate merit. Now that you are injured and I encounter you, I must treat your injury."
Normally, if the old man had no treasure and insisted on leaving, Chu Wushuang would not bother to persuade him.
Seeing that the old man had magical secrets, he had to keep the old man no matter what.
The old man didn't listen to the advice and took a step or two again. He almost fell down when his body swayed.
Chu Wushuang stepped forward to support the old man and lied out of desperation: "There are wild wolves and tigers near my house. If you go out with the smell of blood, you will definitely become the tiger's and wolf's ration."
The old man was in a dilemma and secretly analyzed in his mind: "This young man is handsome and does not look like a treacherous and evil person. I will listen to him and treat his injuries first."
Chu Wushuang heard it clearly and helped the old man to leave.
Returning to the dilapidated courtyard where he lived, Chu Wushuang helped the old man walk into a spare room, and ordered Guo Qingyi to get the gold medicine and treat the old man's injuries himself.
Guo Qingyi went out to avoid it and kept a lookout.
The old man took off his robe, revealing all his tendons.
He is as strong as young people.
From a physical point of view, he is definitely a martial arts master.
After Chu Wushuang marveled for a while, he gave the old man medicine.
There were several long wounds on the old man's back and they were still bleeding.
Judging from the scars, he was injured by a sword.
After applying the medicine to the old man, Chu Wushuang picked up a few cloth straps and tied the wounds on the old man's body.
The old man put on his robe, but his complexion did not get better, but turned purple.
Chu Wushuang felt something was wrong and reminded the old man: "You may have been poisoned."
The old man's expression changed when he heard this.
Chu Wushuang brought a bronze mirror and asked the old man to look at himself in the mirror.
The old man's lips were completely black, and lips in normal condition would never be black.
"You bastard, you actually poisoned me."
The old man cursed and became emotional.
Chu Wushuang asked: "Uncle, do you know what kind of poison you were poisoned with?"
The old man's face was full of despair: "I don't know."
Chu Wushuang suggested: "Then it's just luck. I'll ask my servants to get a few bottles of antidote. You wait."
After finishing speaking, Chu Wushuang shouted toward the door: "Qingyi, go and get the antidote. Get as much as you have."
"Okay, young master."
A sound of footsteps faded away.
Not long after, footsteps sounded again and the door was pushed open.
Guo Qingyi was holding a wooden tray with many bottles of potions on it.
Chu Wushuang took the wooden plate and put it on the table.
The old man looked at the bottles of potions on the table and was in a dilemma.
"I am not related to this young man, but he tried his best to save me. Could it be that he knows that I possess magical secrets? Are these potions poison?"
Chu Wushuang heard the old man's thoughts. Without saying a word, he picked up a bottle of potion, pulled out the cork, raised his neck and took a sip.
"Uncle, don't worry. These medicines are harmless to the human body. It's okay if you drink them without being poisoned."
While talking, Chu Wushuang opened another bottle of potion and took a sip.
Guo Qingyi also opened several bottles of potion and took a sip from each bottle.
"Uncle, detoxification is important. Drink it quickly, otherwise you may die from the poison in a while."
Chu Wushuang scared the old man.
