Chapter 86 Rescued from serious injury

"My father asked me to beat firewood, and my mother asked me to beat rice wine..." A childish child's voice sounded by the mountain stream. This is a 13 or 14-year-old child, dressed in coarse linen and carrying a bundle of firewood on his back, which looks extremely poor. But a pair of round eyes turn straight, giving people a sense of intelligence. The loud song echoed by the stream.

Although the child was walking quickly, he kept looking around to see if there were any strange things. Just then, in the stream next to the child, a colorful fish suddenly jumped high from the stream, attracting the child's attention. After all, the child was still young, and the child ran happily to the stream.

The child took off his clothes and got into the water like a loach. After a while, he chased behind the colorful little fish. The child was overjoyed. Just as he was about to reach out to grab the small fish, the child found that the stream beside him was slightly pale red. The child was shocked. Looking back, he saw that the colorful fish had disappeared. The child looked around unwillingly and returned to the shore dejectedly.

Just as the children returned to the shore, the stream became more and more red. The child was a little curious and walked up the stream. After half a column of incense, the child found a red figure falling by the stream. From this figure, blood kept flowing, and the stream became extremely red.

A mountain village child has never seen such a situation. Today, his legs are trembling with fear, but the child did not run, but picked up a small stone beside him and threw a stone at the figure who fell by the stream. The stone hit the figure, but the figure showed no sign of movement.

"Is he dead?" The child had doubts. Although he was still timid, curiosity still prevailed and slowly moved to the shadow. The child carefully put his little hand to the nose of the figure and only felt a weak breathing. The child was shocked, threw down the firewood on his body, and ran down the mountain.

After a while, the child ran down the mountain and saw a few faint cooking smoke. Dad, mother, it's not good. Someone is injured. As soon as the child entered the village, he opened his throat and shouted. The child ran over in three steps and two steps. A woman in her forties was picking beans in a dustpan. When she saw her child running in in panic, she greeted her, wiped the sweat on the child's face, and said sadly, "Iron pillar, what's wrong? Why are you sweating?"

"Mother, I just went up the mountain to pick up firewood branches. When I came back down the mountain, I suddenly saw an injured person by the stream. The injury was very serious, and there was a lot of blood, which dyed the stream red. I probed the man's breath and breathed faintly. Feel free to come back and tell Dad to save this man.

After listening to this, the woman also hurriedly entered the simple grass room and shouted, "Tiezhu's father, it's not good. There is a seriously injured man on the mountain. Tiezhu wants you to save him." All right, all right, Tiezhu's mother, I know. After a while, a man came out of the grass room, a middle-aged man in his forties. The coarse cloth short clothes are from the farmer's family at first glance.

"Don't worry, iron pillar, take me to have a look." The middle-aged man said when he saw that the iron pillar was covered with sweat.

"Dad, I'm fine. It's important to save people." As soon as Tiezhu saw his father come out, he was overjoyed and ran to the mountain. The people in the mountain village are relatively simple and kind, and they don't care whether the people who are rescued are good or bad people. Oh, this child." The middle-aged man shook his head and ran with the iron pillar.

"Tiezhu's father, be careful." The woman leaned against the door and said worriedly.

"It will be all right. It's just to save someone. Don't worry." The middle-aged man laughed when he heard the words and quickly caught up with the iron pillar.

The time of half a column of incense has passed. Tiezhu and the middle-aged man came to the injured figure. As soon as the big man saw the red stream, he frowned and quickly went forward to explore the man's breath. The big man's face changed and he ordered Tiezhu, "Igezhu, come on, go and find some herbs nearby."

When Tiezhu heard the words, he nodded repeatedly and turned around to find some herbs nearby. The big man dragged the figure from the edge of the stream to the shore and slowly untied the figure's clothes. The big man saw that the man's clothes were extraordinary, but he had no other thoughts. However, when the big man took off the man's upper body clothes, he looked shocked.

I saw that there were dense small mouths in the front and back of the upper body, and blood kept flowing out. There is also a long and narrow mouth on the back. After the shock, the big man squeaked his lips. The man's vitality was so tenacious that he had not died after suffering such a serious injury.

This person is Zhang Fan. On that day, after the battle with the early practitioners of Yuanying, he blew up the late Jindan puppet in his hand and successfully prevented the blow of the early practitioners of Yuanying, but he was also injured by Yu Wei after the explosion. Fortunately, Zhang Fan had already used the skill of life-saving at that time, using "blood shadow escape" and "yin and yang escape". Because Zhang Fan's cultivation did not reach the infancy period, it took a lot of blood to perform these two escape techniques. With the new injury and the old injury, Zhang Fan fell here. Fortunately, it was found by passing children, otherwise their lives would be in danger!

After dozens of breaths, Tiezhu came to the big man with a pile of grass in his arms. Seeing that Zhang Fan was so seriously injured, he hurriedly said, "Dad, I got the herbs. This man is so badly injured that I think it's better to go to the county to hire a doctor.

"What, Tiezhu, you don't have much confidence in your father. Anyway, your father has also studied medicine for two years. There are some headaches and brain fever in our village. I didn't cure it. The big man said a little depressed.

"Haha, that's right. My father's craftsmanship is the best. He will definitely save this person." Tiezhu shook his head.

"That's natural." The big man concentrated his mind and went to the clean stream to wash Zhang Fan's upper body, and let the iron pillar hold Zhang Fan. He quickly washed the herbs collected by the iron pillar with the stream water, then kneaded the herbs into a ball, and pinched them with his hands. In a while, some green grass juice would appear. Seeing this, the big man quickly cheered up and quickly smeared the squeezed grass juice on Zhang Fan's wound. After the grass juice was used up, the big man took a small handful of herbs, washed it with stream water, pressed it hard with his hands, and saw the green grass juice slowly flowing out.

The big man hurriedly smeared the pressed grass juice on Zhang Fan's body. About a fragrance has passed. Zhang Fan's upper body was full of green juice, but the strange thing was that he did not bleed after applying juice to the wound. Seeing that Zhang Fan was not bleeding, Tie Niu immediately raised his thumb to the big man and said kindly, "Dad, you are really awesome."

When the big man heard this, he laughed and said, "That's, am I your father? Of course it's awesome." The big man was praised by his son and said a little flutteringly. But there is no idleness in hand. Wrap the white gauze he carried around Zhang Fan's body. After a while, Zhang Fan was wrapped like a mummy.

The big man took a sip of the stream, asked Tie Niu to take Zhang Fan's clothes and firewood, and suddenly exhaled, shouted, and put Zhang Fan on his body. Walk down the mountain step by step.

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A bright morning, in a grass room.

Zhang Fan was lying on a simple grass**, and the sun was shining down from the skylight. In a short time, a golden bird flapped its wings and slowly entered the grass room. After a look at the room, it fell on the "mummy" Zhang Fan. And he kept jumping, as if he had found a strange play.

However, with a creaking sound of the door, a thirteen- or 14-year-old child came in with a bowl of herbs. The golden bird was frightened and immediately spread its wings and flew away.

The child looked at the flying golden bird and shouted a pity. Then he walked to Zhang Fan's side and fed the herbs in the bowl into Zhang Fan's mouth. Just as the child turned around and was about to leave, Zhang Fan woke up quietly and said, "Where is this?"

The child was shocked by the sudden sound and ran out. Zhang Fan vaguely listened, "Mom and Dad, the people in the room woke up."

In a moment, Zhang Fan saw a middle-aged man about 40 who came in. Zhang Fan remembered to thank him, but this action affected the wound on the back of his chest, and Zhang Fan grinned in pain.

When the middle-aged man saw the situation, he immediately helped Zhang Fan down. And he said, "Your injury is not good. Don't move." Zhang Fan nodded when he heard the words and said, "Thank you for saving my life..."

"Haha, brother, you're welcome. How can we not be saved?" The person is not interested, but the person who listens is intentional. Zhang Fan warmed his heart, and then thought that there was no such way to save people in this world of cultivation. If you don't know it, you will not only not be saved, but also make up for it. It can be seen that the human relationship in this world is cold and warm.

"It's better to be a mortal than to be true." Zhang Fan said in his heart.

"Brother, it's not easy to speak much, but it's better to rest. Tiezhu and I went out first. Just call Tiezhu if we have something to do. After saying that, he led the iron pillar out. Zhang Fan thanked him and was silent. Start thinking about the future.

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Well, why do you feel that writing some plain chapters is more difficult than writing a fighting plot? It took two hours to write a chapter of fighting, and three hours to write today's chapter. I'm going. Ask for comfort, all kinds of clicks, red tickets, collections. I wish you a good result in the exam!