Chapter 192 There is a kind girl named Zeng Yuan

There is a small town called Heishui Town more than 200 miles northwest under the jurisdiction of Xijing City. The town is built by mountains and rivers, with a radius of more than 20 miles. There are forests in the south and mountains in the north, with a resident population of 20,000 to 30,000. The people in the town are connected to the outside world through waterways, and the only waterway is the wide Blackwater River.

Under a hillside at the southernmost point of the town, a new blacksmith's shop was opened, specializing in various knives. The boss is an old man, actually in his 90s, but he looks like a strong middle-aged man, but his right eye is blind and covered with a black blindfold. Because of the year-old smoky fire, gray hair, dark face, and eye masks, it looks a little scary.

His real name is Hei Zhenyan, and his nearby neighbors call him Lao Hei.

There are six blacksmiths around him, all of whom are young people, his disciples and his right assistants.

They haven't rested yet in the moonlight. In the yard, two people are forging knives, three people are squeaking flowers, and one person is grinding in the sand. By the river outside the yard, a little disciple is quietly cleaning the sharpening stone.

Suddenly, the little disciple squatting by the river saw a half white flower and half black thing floating on the river and hurriedly stood up. He looked at it and judged that it was a body with an upper body**. He trotted into the yard and exclaimed, "Master! Master! There is a dead man floating on the river!"

Black Zhenyan was grinding a steel knife, sitting bent down, not raising his head, and did not stop working on his hands. He said lightly, "Go and pull him up... bury him."

Maybe he has seen too many dead people, and he is not interested in this topic at all. However, he turned his head and looked at one of his youngest disciples, with a different meaning in his eyes.

Several disciples stopped their work and walked to the courtyard gate, and the youngest disciple also followed. One of the disciples sighed, "The world is really not peaceful... This is the sixth of this month."

When several people came to the turbid and cold river, the human body had drifted far away. Two of the disciples hurriedly rowed a small boat to catch up, tied one arm of the human body with a rope, and pulled it behind the boat.

In the moonlight, his face turned purple, as if he was swollen. The wounds on the body are golden, like pieces of jasmine petals. It is very eye-catching in the moonlight.

"Brother, look at the wound of this dead body." The 12-year-old disciple squatted at the stern of the boat, pointed to the body pulled behind the boat, and looked at the disciple rowing beside him.

The rowing disciple turned his head, took a look, and frowned. "It's just a little strange. I can't tell whether it's a knife wound or a sword wound."

shook his head again, looked at the sparkling water under the moonlight in front of him, and sighed, "No matter how strange it is, there is no escape from death... On Baiyu Mountain, many people die every day."

A big disciple standing by the river waved his hand and shouted, "Hurry up! Hurry up! Bury him in the southern forest, and we can go back to sleep!"

He waved his hand and asked others to prepare the tools to bury the grave.

Obviously, he is the eldest brother of the six disciples.

Six people sat in two small boats, carrying four shovels, pulling the bodies and rowing to the depths of the forest in the south.

The eleven- or 12-year-old disciple looked at the eldest brother and asked him to repeat the sentence, "Look at the wound of this dead body is so strange!"

Big brother turned his head, observed the body, and pounded the body's shoulder with the bamboo pole in his hand, making him face down.

After observing for a long time, he sighed regretfully, "This is a young man, at least a cultivation of the Xuanjing. It's a pity to die... Look at his injury and you will know that he must be very painful when he dies."

He shook his head again and turned around, couldn't bear to look again.

The eleven or twelve-year-old disciple has been frowning and looked at the scars all over his body.

Another disciple seemed to be curious. He turned over the body of the body with a bamboo pole and observed the sea of clouds on his lower abdomen. Seeing that there was heat on his lower abdomen, he shouted: "Big brother! This person is not dead yet, is he? Why is there still heat on your body?"

When several people heard it, they all turned their heads and looked at it. The 11 or 12-year-old disciple quickly stretched out his arm to touch the left hand of the body.

The eldest brother sighed again, "Little brother, you don't have to touch him. His blood is purple, his body is full of wounds, and there are still a few places on his chest, and he has been floating on the river for so long. Even if ten lives have died long ago... His air is still hot, indicating that he is a genius, but it is a pity that he died so early. ."

The 11-year-old disciple stroked the left hand of the body, which was as cold as ice, and squatted and stunned. After a while, he looked at the eldest brother again and begged in a pitiful tone, "Big brother, in the past, we could smell the rotten smell of the corpse when we buried the dead body, but this person didn't... Shall we pull it back and let the master see... This is a human life."

The big brother who rowed the boat stopped. Another boat also stopped. Everyone looked at the big brother.

Big brother sighed again and pointed to a disciple behind him, "Lao San, see if he still has a heartbeat."

The third disciple promised to walk to the stern, pull hard, pull the bare young man to his side, touch his heart, touch his limbs, and look at the eldest brother, "Big brother, there is no heartbeat, his whole body is cold... He may not have died for a long time, and his body is not rotten."

Big brother looked at the youngest disciple, "Zeng Yuan, you see, they are all dead. Let's pull them back, and Master can't help it!"

He rowed the boat again. Another boat followed. They are all blacksmiths, with strong limbs and boats rowing fast.

Zeng Yuan has been grasping the rope of the bare young man, pulling and touching his arm, and then touching his waist. Unexpectedly, he found a broken book. Without looking at it, he stuffed it into his belt and touched his leg. Indeed, everything on the body is cold. But he touched his foot again. When he touched the center of his right foot, he suddenly shouted: "Big brother! His right foot is still hot!"

The eldest brother rowed the boat and suddenly stopped again. The other ship also stopped. The two boats flew forward inertia for a while.

Big brother looked at Zeng Yuan and sighed, "Little brother, several brothers and I understand your mood, but he is dead."

Zeng Yuan grabbed the right foot of the bare young man and shouted, "Big brother! I'm telling the truth, his right foot is really hot! It seems to be as hot as ours! If you don't believe it, come and touch it!"

A disciple of another boat was a little impatient. "Little brother, you have to think about saving the dead body every time you see it, but have you saved one? Besides, several brothers have confirmed that he is dead. Why do you always get into the horns?

Other disciples also echoed:

"Yes, little brother, we all saw him die."

"Brother, it's very late. We have to go back to rest."

"It's a pity that this person died. We are very sad to see it, but we can't come back to life after death."

"Little brother, we are just strangers with him. If we can fish him up and bury him, even if it's all benevolence."

Zeng Yuan lowered his head aggrievedly, "Several brothers, I don't want to delay your rest, but this man's right foot is really hot."

looked at the eldest brother again, "Big brother, let's pull back and let the master have a look."

Big brother sighed heavily again, walked to Zeng Yuan and squatted down and put his shoulder around him. "Little brother, we all know that you are the kindest and think about saving lives and helping wounds all day long, but we have to respect reality... Look at this man, the scars on his body are fatal wounds, and they are extremely strange injuries. Don't If it is him, there is no doubt that a cloud master will die from such an injury. I believe what you said. The center of his right foot is hot, which may have something to do with the water below. I can tell you that even his two feet are hot and immortals can't be saved.

patted Zeng Yuan's shoulder, stood up, and waved to several disciples.

The two boats began to row again.

Suddenly, there was a plop behind.

Someone dived!

Everyone hurriedly turned around and saw Zeng Yuan jumping into the cold river, holding the arm of the body with one hand and rowing the water with the other, swimming back home. In the moonlight, one big and one small, like two fish.

"Little brother! Why are you so stubborn!" The eldest brother threw the oar aside in anger.

Another disciple said, "Zeng Yuan is stupid. Why do you think this is so?"

Another disciple said angrily, "When you come back to bury people, let him come alone!"

All the disciples are very angry.

The eldest brother waved his hand again, "Forget it, let's help him pull it back. We are all big brothers. How can we be like the younger brother?"

They rowed the boat and followed Zeng Yuan for a while. The eldest brother said angrily, "Little brother! Don't waste your time, we'll pull it back for you!"

Zeng Yuan swam forward vigorously and shouted, "You don't need to help me!"

Everyone knew that the boy was angry and looked at each other. The eldest brother stared at the disciples beside him, "Who didn't let me save people just now?"

Everyone pointed their hands at him.

Big brother shook his head, jumped into the cold water, pulled up the other arm of the body and swam forward. He smiled at Zeng Yuan and said, "Little brother, maybe he can save a life."

Zeng Yuan said angrily, "Why have you changed your mind again?"

The eldest brother smiled innocently, "Little brother, who made your whole tomboy the only girl among us? I dare not offend."