Jun Bubai stayed in the backyard of Shennong Medical Center for half an hour. Hong Buding jumped into the courtyard wall with disheveled hair, and no part of his body was clean. Zheng Yidao's lost broken arm was wrapped in a piece of smooth silk.
The silk was stolen by Hong Buding from a courtyard. It was important to save people, and he didn't ask the owner. He would just ask for some money and come to apologize.
Zheng Yidao lost his hand because of Lou Wanchun, and Hong Buding was not as polite to Jun Bubai as before. He jumped off the wall, glanced around, and said, "Where is Divine Doctor Sun?"
Jun Bubai remained silent and raised his hand to point to Lou Wanchun's wing. Sun Miao's smooth acupuncture at the gap in the window made people dare not come forward and disturb him.
Doctor Sun's skillful acupuncture allowed Zheng Yidao to save his life. Hong Buding was grateful and stood quietly in the hospital holding Zheng Yidao's severed hand.
After waiting for a cup of tea, Sun Miao retracted her needle and rolled up her sleeves, leaving a gap for the wind to enter through the ajar window.
Treating the patient requires concentration and concentration. After the needles are tightened, the mind will be soothed. After not sleeping all night, Sun Miao's hands and feet were weak. When he went out, he almost missed the stone steps. Jun Bubai held him steady with the imperial weapon.
Sun Miao's hands were exhausted, and his old appearance could be seen with a clear eye. He staggered, so he simply sat down on the stone steps, fanned himself with his sleeves, and rested for a while.
Hong Buding couldn't wait any longer, so he ran to the steps holding the severed hand and said respectfully: "Miracle doctor, Lao Zheng's severed hand has been recovered. Look at this..."
Hong Buding's body was filled with a strange smell that made Sun Miao feel dizzy. He waved his sleeves lightly and sent him a few feet away. He also used his sleeves to attract a gust of breeze to soothe his mind. He suddenly felt refreshed. If you come back, leave for Yangzhou as soon as possible, maybe there is still a chance of survival."
Hong Buding also wanted to ask how to keep the broken arm on the way. Jun Bubai grabbed the broken arm with one hand and was afraid of the wind and cold on the road. He wrapped Zheng Yidao in a quilt and stood up with the sword. But, Suzhou and Yangzhou are far apart, so it would be best for me to go there."
With one sword strike, he was outside Suzhou City in an instant.
When Sun Miao rested his hands, he put his palms on his knees, stood up with strength, brushed off the loose dirt from the corners of his clothes, and went to see how the medicinal soup was cooking under the eaves. Hong Buding wanted to show off, but Sun Miao waved his sleeves away and sent him away. Outside the wall, someone said with a look of disgust: "If you have some free time, why don't you go wash yourself off and change into clean clothes? The patients in this hospital are already weak. If I get infected with your dirty disease again, how long will it take for me to recover?"
Is it dirty? In confusion, Hong Buding stretched his head towards his armpit and smelled it. The smell of rotten shrimps and rotten crabs made him dizzy, and he didn't know where to go.
It’s really time to wash it off!
Hong Buding stood firm against the wall, took a few deep breaths, and breathed into his Dantian. His stomach felt hot, and he suddenly felt clear and clear.
Nothing happened at the moment. The two people he was following were not awake yet. Hong Buding cast his eyes towards the entrance of the alley, thinking of asking for some clean clothes first and then finding a nearby river to wash them off. There was also the matter of Lao Zheng. I heard that I would take care of the old man.
Hong Buding rolled out a few mud balls on his chest, touched the ground with his feet, and rushed towards the city.
Having entered the realm of selflessness, he became more proficient in the art of wielding a sword. Jun Bubai entered Yangzhou within half an hour.
In the vegetable garden on the mountainside of Guinong Villa in Yangzhou, farmers cultivate, hunters patrol the mountains, fishermen catch fish, and women and children domesticate chickens and ducks.
Among the mountains and plains, the most leisurely ones are the piggies of the godfather Zhu Sanhuai, the owner of Guinong Villa in Yangzhou. They hang out in groups and stroll around the courtyard.
In the Bamboo House in the middle of the mountain, Zhu Sanhuai was sleeping soundly with his fourth sister on his pillow. Since the last time Su Lingdang went up the mountain to extract a huge amount of money, his second sister sacrificed her life to become a porker and was sent to the Tianxia Tower to make amends. Now he is the only one of his generation left. Fourth sister.
A sword intent came through the air, and Zhu Sanhuai, who was Shenyou Zhougong, suddenly opened his eyes, turned over and jumped onto the bamboo tower.
My fourth sister hummed a few times and went to hide in the bamboo building.
The sword intention moved extremely fast, as if heading towards the old village owner. Zhu Sanhuai took an arrow step, stepped on several branches, and rushed to the mountainside.
The sky is shining brightly, the mist in the middle of the mountain has receded, and it is neither cold nor hot.
Li Guinong, who resigned as the owner of Guinong Villa, drove cattle to cultivate in the fields. He was dressed as an old farmer and stepped on the fertile black soil with his bare feet. His farming techniques were very sophisticated.
Jun Bubai, dressed in white, landed on the edge of the field, his sword intent disturbing the cattle.
Li Guinong yelled, grabbed the cow rope, clamped the frightened ox with one hand, turned his head and looked at the young man in white at the edge of the field, looked at it carefully, put down the plow, and asked with a smile: "Who is the Sword God Su Mu?" Who are you?"
Jun Bubai replied: "It's my uncle."
Li Guinong lost his smile and felt a trace of panic. The young man in white called the Sword God Su Mu his uncle. Su Mu only had one sister, and that was Su Rou. Su Rou's son had inherited much of Su Rou's acting style and voice. They all trembled a little and confirmed: "Are you Su Rou's son?"
When you ask for someone, it's better to be respectful. Jun Bubai bowed his hand and said, "It's my mother."
Li Guinong stood firm with his hands on the plow. Last time, Su Lingdang's blow with the bamboo stick hurt his flesh. He couldn't help but ask, "Why are you here today?"
Jun Bubai raised his hand, wrapped himself in Zheng Yidao's quilt and walked a few feet forward, laying it across the edge of the field. "I heard that you have a field here that can inoculate vitality. I would like to ask you to help me."
"My field will not save outsiders from Zhuangzi."
Li Guinong refused coldly, and was about to take up the plow and drive the cattle.
A gust of wind blew up, and Zhu Sanhuai landed next to the field ridge. He saw the person coming clearly and said politely: "Why did you come up the mountain?" He saw Zheng Yidao in the quilt again, and his face darkened, "Isn't this Zheng Yidao from Guinong Villa in Suzhou? , what happened to him?"
The silk in the quilt was pulled out by Jun Bubai Yuwujue. With a flick of his wrist, half of his severed arm was revealed. He said palely: "My arm was broken when I was saving the people in the world."
"There's no need to delay." Zhu Sanhuai looked nervous. He went to the thatched cottage, picked up a shovel, and dug a hole next to the field ridge to spread the soil. One person dug the hole too slowly. Zhu Sanhuai raised his head and shouted: "Don't look at me, help me."
Jun Bubai Yuwujue brought a shovel, and the two dug a hole with their heads full. Over a cup of tea, they dug a deep hole for one person.
Li Guinong finished plowing half an acre of field, untied the oxen, walked to the thatched hut, picked a basket of dried herbs and crushed them, walked to the pit, poured them all on the excavated mound, and said: "Make a living." Medicine for activating muscles and blood circulation was buried for him together with the soil."
This is the first time Jun Bubai has seen the method of rescuing people by digging a pit and burying them. It has been practiced in Shennong Valley for thousands of years, but there is no such method of rescuing people. He was dubious and followed Zhu Sanhuai's instructions, burying Zheng Yidao with his head upright in the pit. In the middle, the broken arm was conveniently connected to the broken mark.
Only one head of Zheng Yidao was left growing in the ground, fluttering in the wind.
Zhu Sanhuai dusted off the dirt on his body, put down the shovel next to the thatched cottage, drank a few sips of the tea soup brewed in front of the thatched cottage, and said cheerfully: "Just wait until his broken arm grows back, and then pull it out, old owner This field has been carefully maintained for many years, and apart from not being able to grow any living things, it can still grow even a missing arm and leg."
Fields support people, and this method of raising people is amazing. Jun Bubai smiled back and kept it in mind.
Zhu Sanhuai drank Li Guinong's tea, but was glared back by the old man. He picked up the pot to apologize and ran to the thatched cottage to boil water for tea.
Li Guinong sat on a tree stump, knitting straw sandals with rattan, "Is my nephew still in Suzhou?"
Li Guinong's nephew was Bai Xiaosheng.
Jun Bubai stepped out of the field and stamped the mud on the bluestone, "He has already left for Chang'an."
Li Guinong stopped asking questions, put down his straw sandals, put his hands behind his back, walked out of the thatched cottage where he had been trapped for many years, and walked along the stone steps.
Zhu Sanhuai brewed a pot of new tea. When he went out, he didn't see the old owner of the village. He guessed it and asked in a low voice: "Has the owner left for Chang'an?"
Jun Bubai raised his head and glanced at the time, and said quietly: "We set out last night and should have arrived at Jinling by now."
Zhu Sanhuai sat down in a muffled voice and said after a long time, "If something happens to you, you don't have to stay here. Zheng Yidao is my returnee to Nongshan Villa, and I will take care of him personally."
Jun Bubai stood up with his sword and said loudly: "Tianxialou would like to thank you. If you need help with anything, just ask."
Zhu Sanhuai pursed his lips and smiled, waving goodbye. When the white clothes flew away, he turned back and looked in the direction of Chang'an. He stood up and bowed, his eyes heavy with dust, and murmured: "Sanhuai hopes that the owner of the village will have a smooth trip."
Li Guinong, who was walking down the mountain road with his hands behind his back, stopped in a courtyard full of peonies, knocked on the firewood leaf, and several powdered butterflies ran to the flowers and landed on a woman's dress with flowing fairy sleeves.
"Girl Shen, do you want to learn the sword from me?" Li Guinong asked.
Shen Yue, who was burying the flowers with her head bowed, raised her head to reveal half of her face, which was stained with dirt. She looked half playful and half sad, "Grandpa, I don't want to learn the sword. I want to wait for the young lady and the master to come back."
A grandfather, who defeated Li Guinong, looked at Shen Yue whose facial features were somewhat similar to Shen Qinglan's, feeling guilty in his heart, and whispered: "Your young lady will not come back. If you want to go to Chang'an to find her, my sword can help you."
"Then I want to learn." Shen Yue threw away the flower hoe, stood up and looked directly at Li Guinong with a determined look in her eyes.
The sky was dazzling, and Li Guinong smiled. In the field halfway up the mountain, the Junzi Sword, which had been hidden for many years, broke out of the ground. It shook off the rust and turned into a rainbow, falling among the peonies.
"This sword is called Gentleman. It was given to me by my aunt when I was young. People often say that gentle ladies are good at fighting, but my aunt didn't like it, so she changed the name to "gentle gentleman, ladies are good at fighting". When I was young, my aunt held this sword and broke armor to attack the city. , to help my grandfather conquer Chang'an and rule the world. Today I give this sword to your hand. I hope that no one in your kingdom will not know this sword."
In Chang'an City, there is a bird-like prison on the roof of the building.
A woman half-dressed in neon clothes put on a feather coat, walked to the window edge, looked at the south of the Yangtze River, and smiled.
In front of the dressing table, the old woman who was pounding medicine and flowers crushed out a scarlet lamp and asked: "Why is the princess laughing?"
"Pingyang's sword has a successor."
A magpie landed on the window edge and screamed happily. The woman waved, and the magpie jumped into her hand, holding its feathers and preening its beak.
The old woman's furrowed face slowly stretched, with tears streaming down her cheeks.
The woman let the magpie fly, reached out and pulled out the hairpin on her head, a waterfall of long hair fell down, and the phoenix on the hairpin's head broke the light of the sky in her hand.
"Why are you so happy today?" The man in feathered clothes stood on a crane outside the window, looking at the woman with his sleeves rolled up.
The woman treated him coldly, turned around, walked into the room, and asked the woman to paint and dye her nails.
The man rushed into the room, snatched the stone grinder from the woman's hand, pushed it away, leaned over and painted the woman's fingers bright red, and praised: "What a good pair of hands, it won't look good if they are stained with blood."
The woman took out her hand, spread her fingers on the dressing table and waited for the moment, and said in a bad mood: "You have just come from the palace."
The man shrugged and sighed: "I can't help it, who made her my senior sister? If the senior sister says a word, the junior brother will lose his legs due to exhaustion."
The woman snorted coldly and said sharply, "If one day you have to make a choice, between me and your senior sister, who will you choose!"
The man smiled and said nothing, put down the stone grinder, tightened the feather coat tightly on the woman's body, and painted her eyebrows and hair, "As long as I, Yan Guichen, are in Chang'an, that day will never happen."
Taking advantage of the man's unpreparedness, the woman turned her head and pecked him on the lips, "Try the poisonous rouge, too."
The man licked the rouge from his mouth, smacking the rouge, and said with a smile: "This crane-crested red is quite delicious."
"The realm of immortality is really troublesome."
The corners of her eyebrows were painted horribly, and the woman grabbed the eyebrow pencil and kicked the man out of the window.
The man let out a long sigh and watched her dressing up through the window. With all his tenderness gone, he waved and plucked a star from the sky.
The stars flowed in his hands and were thrown into the darkness by him, turning into a woman in red and crawling at his feet.
"From today onwards, don't leave her for even a moment."
The man gave a few instructions and rode away on a crane.
The woman in the room put a touch of makeup on her brows, rolled up her hair, put back the crested hairpin, and looked at each other in the mirror, both laughing and crying.
