The three hundred black carp camps obtained by spending a lot of money did not leave even one person alive who could vent their anger. In fact, the Heijia who fought against Yan Siguan on the street were not completely extinguished at that time. At least a few of them only suffered injuries to their wrists and were unable to get up from the ground. Unfortunately, something unexpected happened, and these members of the Black Carp camp who were supposed to be safe met the unscrupulous Yu Zifu, and then met Wu Shuang, who defeated Yu Zifu. The powerful air waves from the vertical leap, combined with the subsequent life-and-death fighting moves, all hit him on the head. It can be said that there is no way to go from heaven to earth, and no one can survive.
In addition, none of the servants stood out. They were all busy looking for valuable items from the house, paying no attention to the whereabouts of this immortal. So Wu Shuang walked from Zhang's Mansion to Qinghe Garden without any obstruction. Without spending much time, the three of them walked back to the remote theater along the quiet street.
Mo Yun could not be relieved. She had already wrapped the minor wounds with herbs, wiped away the blood all over her body, hugged her legs and sat on the threshold to wait. When it rained, she thought about going out to look for Cheng Yan and the two of them, but she repeatedly raised the oil-paper umbrella and finally put it down. Not to mention the heart-wrenching pain caused by the dislocated shoulders, it was very difficult to hold the umbrella; besides, the heavy rain made the visibility poor, if the two parties went astray, Cheng Jingdong and the two would be extremely worried. So I could only bear to wait anxiously, waiting for the figure to appear on the other side of the street.
When the rain was at its strongest, the few old tiles on top of the courtyard gate couldn't keep out the rain. The slanting wind and cold rain hit Mo Yun's face, making her shiver. She couldn't help but wrap up her half-wet coat tightly, with a sad look on her face. The cracked old tiles screamed, and the rushing rain rushed down, hitting the woman's jade feet, splashing a lotus. The woman seemed not to notice, still looking up into the distance.
When Wu Shuang returned with the two of them, they saw Mo Yun's lips were purple and blue and she was unconscious from a distance. Wu Shuang had no choice but to use Feijian to send the couple back to the back room to lie down, then took Yan Siguan's arm and moved the most seriously injured man back to the side courtyard to rest.
Among the three, Cheng Jingdong suffered the least serious injuries, but compared to the other two, he was the most difficult to nurse. The body and bones have been depleted of energy and blood for too long, and the mood is clouded all day long. The energy and spirit have long since been exhausted, and it is really difficult to make up for it. As for why he was able to drag his body around in such an empty scene, and even go on stage to sing a big show, Wu Shuang could only attribute it to obsession, and he couldn't bear it with this energy. If not, I'm afraid there would be no Cheng Jingdong in the world, let alone what happened later.
Mo Yun, on the other hand, was recovering from a long-term illness, and the coldness could not be eliminated for a while. The cold rain stirred up the coldness in the body and almost passed out. Looking at the root cause, it was actually the one with the least serious illness among the three. It is worth mentioning that although the sword array deployed previously hurt the woman's delicate meridians, the benefits were obvious. The sword array broke through the acupuncture points and caused part of the cold energy to escape. Otherwise, he would not have such fierce skills.
Wu Shuang had already guessed the origin of the flute sound, so he deliberately played a game of chess, but his unintended thought almost put Mo Yun in danger. The poisonous cicadas were too overbearing. At least for Wu Shuang at that time, it was not easy to get rid of all the poisonous cicadas. How could he have time to return? Fortunately, he had told him about Yan Si Pass earlier, otherwise if he made a mistake, the crime would have to fall on him. After all, helping each other in a righteous way must start well and end well.
Wu Shuang, who felt at ease in her heart, found pen and ink, wrote two prescriptions, and placed them on the table. Although the required medicinal materials are common, the most valuable part is the prescription. The fairy family has tried its best to prove the prescription, but it may not be so effective. You can take the medicine according to the prescription, which at least has advantages and no disadvantages.
Wu Dajianxian's calligraphy is very good. He raises his hands and moves his feet. His sharpness is not obvious, but his strokes are full of spirit. He is similar to Yun Zhong.
The most difficult thing for Wu Shuang was Yan Siguan, a martial artist. The meridians all over his body were severely damaged. Not only were his fists broken to the bone, but the meridians were completely shattered. How to reconnect them became the most difficult thing at the moment. It's easy to say that skin injuries are just injuries caused by sharp objects, falls, etc. Yan Siguan's foundation is solid, and it will probably be better in July at most, which is not difficult.
Wu Shuang rubbed his eyebrows, not knowing what to do for a moment. Logically speaking, he shouldn't worry too much. The old Taoist has many good medicines and prescriptions, but he is afraid that Li Baoyu has a bad temper and deliberately trains this disciple who is not at the gate, refusing to treat him until his death.
Jianghu matters require settlement. If you can't win, just go to the master, drop the price without mentioning it, and drag the master into trouble. That's really worthless. This sentence was not what others said, it was what Li Baoyu said. At that time, Li Baoyu was still the leader of Taoism in the world. His cultivation and knowledge were unfathomable, and he was considered to be the hope of the Taoist sect's rejuvenation. Naturally, his words were worth a thousand pieces of gold. In exchange for his elegant words, he described and praised them, which made Taoist disciples all over the world regard them as golden words and good words. .
Time has passed and circumstances have changed, and his reputation has faded.
After thinking about it, Wu Shuang stood up from the bed and took a closer look at Yan Siguan lying on the bed.
At this moment, Yan Si Pass is really miserable. The originally neat and tidy short-sleeved clothes were all soaked red with blood. When the cool breeze blew on the way home, they became wrinkled and wrinkled. There was still a flying shuttle stuck in the shoulder socket that had not been pulled out.
"Just be content, don't forget your friend and lose his life on the street."
Wu Shuang turned around and was about to leave, when she suddenly found a yellowing talisman on the ground. She probably didn't notice it just now, and it slipped from the lapel of her clothes. Just as he was about to pick it up, he smelled the aroma of wine in the room. It was so fragrant that he couldn't help but feel doubtful.
Apart from the luxurious clothes in Qinghe Garden, where can the drinks come from? Not to mention that the three of them are extremely poor, and they probably don’t have enough money to buy wine. Even if they can’t find half a wine vat, where does the aroma of wine come from?
Picking up the talisman, Wu Shuang still felt dubious. Although this talisman is rare in the world and can accommodate a large lake. But if there was wine in it, he didn't believe that the old man would spend his money to put several jars of Shuo Shu into it. What's more, judging from the aroma and taste of the wine, this was definitely not Shuo Shu. Regarding the ability to recognize wine by smell, Sword Immortal Wu is one of the best in the world, and his evaluation of this ability is even higher than that of swordsmanship.
The gourd painted on the yellow paper talisman does not move and lies flat in the center of the talisman. Wu Shuang pinched the yellow paper with her left hand and moved the mouth of the gourd on the paper with her right hand. The stopper of the gourd was opened, but it was still in the painting. It was just that there was an opening at the mouth of the gourd, through which you could faintly see the sloshing of wine. After pouring out some and tasting it, Wu Shuang grinned.
The extremely stingy Iron Rooster, when does he still have time to give gifts to others? A gourd of wine with such unknown depth is really not Shuoshu, but a pot full of medicinal wine made from elixirs.
It is difficult to find elixirs, and most of them are in the hands of immortal sects or unskilled masters with high levels of cultivation. This veteran's worth is probably beyond what the world thinks.
The stingy old Taoist used a unique technique to brew the elixir he had collected for half his life into a pure medicinal wine that was enough to nourish human flesh and blood, and stored it in a talisman.
He gave almost all his money to Wu Shuang, who seemed to have no dealings with him.
