After the battle at Chihuo Village that day.
Yang Jinhong, the master of the Yang Pavilion, had been holding on to his last breath and finally waited for their arrival.
I finally waited until the end of Wang Yuehu's owl's head.
After seeing Wang Yuehu's head, he fainted with satisfaction and did not know how to survive.
In the end, it was Deputy Hall Master Xiang Shou who carried medicine to treat internal injuries and took Hall Master Yang's last breath before transporting him to Taixi City.
Then.
He invited countless doctors and pharmacists to the city, and even distinguished alchemists from Shanglin City.
After arriving to check Yang Jinhong's physical condition, everyone shook their heads firmly, and the conclusions they reached were unprecedentedly consistent.
There is no cure, no cure.
The current method can only maintain Yang Jinhong's last breath, continue to hang on to his last breath, and wait for his awakening.
Let's see if he can survive for a few more days.
Yes, the best outcome is whether you can survive for a few days.
Now, after seven long days, Yang Jinhong, who has been unconscious, finally opened his eyes today.
After he opened his eyes and woke up, he sent someone to find Shen Xiu.
Shen Xiu stepped into the courtyard, entered the house, and saw the frail Master Yang in the room filled with the fragrance of various herbs.
At this time, Master Yang was even thinner than that day, and the stork bones on his face looked sunken due to the weight loss.
His face was as pale as paper, and even his lips were so pale that there was no trace of blood.
The visible breath of life is disappearing.
When Shen Xiu found him, Yang Jinhong was leaning on the bed, being fed a bowl of gruel.
After finishing the last few bites, Yang Jinhong weakly waved his hand to let the rest of the crowd leave.
Shen Xiu's eyes stayed on his face, "How is the owner's health?"
"It's just a reflection of the past!" Yang Jinhong smiled with some difficulty, "How many things did I come to see you for today?"
"Master, tell me!"
"First, are you willing to be my disciple?"
Although Shen Xiu is now also a disciple in the martial arts gym, it is more of a special employment relationship.
Now the meaning of his words is different.
After hearing what Hall Leader Yang said, Chen Xiu smiled and shook his head.
Yang Jinhong thought he was worried about his own death, so he explained with a smile,
"Although I may only be a half-day disciple, I will still teach you what I have learned throughout my life. I want to make it clear to Xiang Shou that if you are promoted to the four realms and return to Tibet to cultivate in the future, then the position of master of the martial arts hall will also be very important. You belong to it!”
Shen Xiu still shook his head firmly and added: "To be honest, I already have a candidate for the head of the museum!"
Yang Jinhong was a little strange, thinking to himself that this disciple was so talented. I was looking for someone better than me as a master.
"Who is that person!"
"Teacher Duan!"
"Teacher Duan?"
Yang Jinhong was suddenly a little surprised at this time, and his expression was very astonished. Duan Hongfei, the instructor in the gym, was the one who recruited him to teach in the martial arts gym.
He didn't say he knew everything about Duan Hongfei's abilities, but he still understood a lot about it.
Regardless of his strength, cultivation, or teaching experience, Duan Hongfei can only be regarded as an average, in short, a very ordinary teacher among many martial arts schools.
No shortcomings, no advantages.
"With your cultivation level, you should know that he has nothing to teach you!" Yang Jinhong frowned.
"I know!"
"Know?"
Yang Jinhong was a little confused, but then he suddenly understood.
The only thing in Shen Xiu's eyes was appreciation.
"In that case, I won't force you! The previous promise still works. The technique is still in Qinglong Temple. However, you must knock three times before digging out the box! Otherwise, your life will be in danger!"
When Shen Xiu heard this, he immediately glanced at Hall Master Yang, and his thoughts were true.
As a veteran who has been in the world for many years, how could he not have any means of defense?
If he didn't follow what Master Yang said and just wanted to get it, I'm afraid it wouldn't be the so-called concern for his life, but he would just fall to the ground and die.
Yang Jinhong didn't shy away from Shen Xiu's eyes at all.
"It's a very important matter. I have to do something. If you do what I say and take the peach wood hairpin to Qiuniang, she will naturally tell you the reason. If you can't even accomplish this, how can you be trusted!"
It was reasonable to do so, and Shen Xiu was not surprised.
"Then do one last thing for me!"
Yang Jinhong said.
Afterwards, the two went to a shop on Changqing Street, and Yang Jinhong chose a refreshing outfit.
After coming out, he was dressed in a patterned brocade robe, with a black belt tied around his waist. His eyes were rarely clear, and his whole complexion was much calmer, adding a little more vitality.
After leaving the clothing store, the two went to a gold and silver shop that made jewelry. They replaced some silver wires on the peach wood hairpin and repaired it again, making it more exquisite.
After that, the two came to a horse racing stable.
Yang Jinhong picked a big white horse that was not strong but very quiet and obedient.
After noon, Yang Jinhong led the group through the city government office, across the long street, across the covered bridge, and came to a small alley.
At the end of the alley, there is a semi-low courtyard.
A woman over thirty years old, dressed in plain clothes, was holding a gourd and ladle to water the cauliflower in the yard.
Suddenly she raised her head with a feeling, and saw the figure leading the white horse. The water ladle in the woman's hand shook slightly, and a ladle of clear spring fell.
"coming……"
Yang Jinhong smiled and nodded, "Yeah! Let's go for a walk, the horse can't ride anymore..."
"Then wait for me..."
The woman smiled, poured down the gourd of water in her hand, and returned to the house. When she came out, she was still wearing a red dress.
A peach wood hairpin was inserted into the hairpin.
Soon after, there was a pair of figures on the bank of Lishui River, leading horses and watching the sunset.
The sun gradually set, and the afterglow stretched the two figures very long.
After the sun went down, Yang Jinhong's figure lay quietly on the back of the white horse.
Wearing a red dress, the woman held her hand step by step, holding back tears, and sang a popular folk tune in Qingyang County.
Singing and singing, with tears in my eyes...
In the afterglow of the setting sun.
She seemed to see the bald boy from the past, jumping around and throwing stones at the river where she was washing clothes, splashing water all over her body and laughing...
After being caught by her, she beat him to death and his head was covered with bruises.
Later, the two of them climbed a tree together and stole fruits in the forest. They were stung by bees and fell into a mud pit.
They pointed at each other and couldn't help but laugh...
Let’s talk about it later.
The boy grew up and sprouted hair on the top of his head.
Please take me away...
The young man bared his big white teeth and led a white horse behind him...
Just standing on the dry river beach...
Just under that mountain.
