Chapter 76 No matter how good your kung fu is, you are still afraid of kitchen knives

Style: Historical Author: Leaning on the building and looking at the bright moonWords: 2177Update Time: 24/01/11 21:21:52
At this time, Jiang Han felt extremely regretful. He had been too careless. After notifying the three Li Ming envoys, he should have reported to the Yamen and asked the officers and soldiers to lay down a dragnet to ensure that Yu Ao would die, but he did not.

After learning that Yu Ao had escaped, he should have hid in the Ningguo Mansion and waited for the news of Yu Ao's arrest before coming out, but he didn't either.

In the final analysis, it was because he successfully plotted to kill Yin Tingli that he became a little confused.

Sure enough, if a person drifts away, there will be retribution.

But it seems too late to reflect at this time.

If there is another chance, he must hide in the Ningguo Mansion, hide next to Miss Qin, and train himself into a peerless master before going out!

Suddenly there was a thump, but Yu Ao quickly took action, tapped his chest, and said: "My benefactor saved me to the end, just let me hide here for a while and recover from my injuries!"

Feeling that the acupuncture points on his body were loosened and his hands and feet could move, Jiang Han couldn't help but be startled, what's going on? Isn't this Yu Ao here to take revenge on me?

His thoughts were racing, and a frightened expression appeared on his face, and he said: "You, you have such martial arts, how can you still be hunted down?"

Yu Ao said: "Although my martial arts skills are high, there is no shortage of masters in the imperial eagle and dog training."

He sat down in front of the table, leaning on the table and panting slightly. His eyes were bloodshot and his voice was hoarse: "My benefactor, please take me in for a while. When I recover, I will repay you."

He really didn't know that I was the one who asked people to catch him... Yes, how could he have thought that a rookie could be an envoy of Xuan Zi Li Ming? I didn't expect it to be the person I called. I probably thought it was Li Mingsi who had spies everywhere... Jiang Han thought about this and felt a little at ease. Fortunately, he didn't search his body, otherwise he would have found the person in his arms. Token.

"When the road is rough, draw your sword to help. Not to mention saving people is like putting out fires. It goes without saying that I will take you in, but after you recover from your injuries, you must leave my mansion immediately." Jiang Han said.

Looking at Jiang Han's righteous expression, Yu Ao smiled. This was a man with low martial arts skills but a strong sense of justice. He was also a man with a bottom line.

Confucian scholars in Dayu advocated the spirit of chivalry, but such a weak scholar was filled with chivalry in his heart.

"Don't worry, my benefactor, I will leave as soon as I recover, and I will repay my benefactor at that time."

The life-saving grace was too heavy to repay, so he had no choice but to kill his benefactor. Yu Ao looked at Jiang Han, already preparing to kill him after he recovered from his injuries and left.

"You are so seriously injured, I will clean your wound first." Jiang Han turned around and lit the candle, then rummaged through the box and took out bottles and cans.

In the light of the candle, Yu Ao saw Jiang Han's face and his eyes.

It was a face full of compassion, and it was also a pair of eyes full of enthusiasm.

From those clear eyes, Yu Ao could see this person's character: honest, honest, kind, and not capable of conspiracy.

This is a good man, a good man without a city.

He really needed help... Yu Ao took off his shirt and sat on the bed.

Looking at the ferocious new and old wounds on Yu Ao's back, Jiang Han had an idea in his mind. What if he stabbed him now to see if he could be killed?

But soon Jiang Han put away this idea, mainly because he was worried that after he stabbed him, Yu Ao would turn around and kill him desperately.

Or, as soon as he raised his knife, the opponent noticed it.

"Let's deal with it first...then call a van man to fuck him..." This thought flashed through Jiang Han's mind, and he cleaned Yu Ao's wounds honestly.

"Your wound is very serious and must be sutured with silk thread." Jiang Han said.

"How to do it?"

"First drink until you are very drunk, then use silk thread to suture the wound." Jiang Han said.

There is a surgery to suture wounds in Dayu. Doctors often use needles to pierce silk, mulberry white leather thread or silver wire to suture, then apply sealing medicine, and then apply blood-dispersing ointment.

"No need to drink, please help me sew my benefactor." Yu Ao's words shocked Jiang Han, what a man!

He originally thought about getting Yu Ao drunk with wine.

"It hurts." Jiang Han said.

"It's just a small pain, nothing to worry about." Yu Ao said very forcefully.

"good."

Jiang Han rummaged through the box for a needle, and finally picked the largest rusty iron needle. It won't hurt you to death, but it will also infect you with tetanus!

He put on the silk thread and came behind Yu Ao and said: "My needle is very big, you have to hold it back!"

"Sew it up." Yu Ao picked up a piece of cloth and bit it in his mouth.

Oh, no, I still have to bite something... Jiang Han thought to himself, then picked up the needle and sewed it up for Yu Ao.

Although he can't sew wounds, he can sew clothes!

And this Yu Ao was also a tough guy. Even though he was shaking in pain and sweating profusely, he didn't say a word.

After the sewing was finished, Jiang Han was sweating, and so was Yu Ao.

The former is tiring, the latter is painful.

After applying hemostatic medicine on the wound, Yu Ao spat out the cotton in his mouth, sweating profusely, his face pale, and his voice trembling: "How can you suture the wound?"

Jiang Han said: "Learned it from my mother."

"Your mother? Is your mother a doctor?"

"My mother does needlework and mends people's clothes." Jiang Han was not lying. His original mother did do some needlework in the village.

Yu Ao couldn't help but clenched his fists and said, "Go and help me find something to eat!"

"good!"

Jiang Han left the room, his steps a little shaky, and he felt like he had escaped.

The matter is not over yet...this person must be dealt with!

Jiang Han took a deep breath and walked forward.



Returning to the room again, Jiang Han placed a pot of pulpy white porridge in front of Yu Ao.

Yu Ao was already hungry. He hugged the pot and ate the porridge in big mouthfuls. At this time, some color returned to his face.

This kid lives in a busy city. He has an extraordinary status and a warm heart, but he is also a little suspicious of his origins. He has to be given a little sweetness...

Yu Ao reached into his arms, took out a small booklet, threw it to Jiang Han, and said: "This is a profound palm technique that is unique in the world. I give it to my benefactor. If he can master it, he can become a first-class master."

This palm technique is indeed profound, and it is also his unique skill. Yu Ao has always been very generous in giving things to the dead.

Jiang Han took the book with surprise on his face and turned it over in front of Yu Ao.

Seeing that he was looking at it seriously, Yu Ao started to eat his porridge. Suddenly, he felt sleepy in his body.

But he didn't think too much about it. He was seriously injured. He had been holding on without closing his eyes before, and he was at the end of his strength.

Just suturing the wound took up most of my energy.

It's just that the sleepiness just occurred when the body reached its limit.

At this time, Jiang Han said: "Hey, how do you practice this?"

Yu Ao raised his head and saw Jiang Han coming over. He reached out to take the book and was about to ask what he didn't understand. Jiang Han took out a brick with his left hand behind him and shouted at Yu Ao's face. .

boom!

Yu Ao's body shook and he fell down.

No matter how high your martial arts skills are, you are still afraid of kitchen knives. No matter how good my intelligence is, if I fall down with a brick, the ancients will not deceive me... Jiang Han let out a long sigh of relief.