The Book of Troubled Times

Chapter 65 The Tiger Falls in Pingyang

It's cool to pretend for a while, but in fact, others will come to the shore to chase, and even the riders along the shore that I saw before may be killers.

Zhao Changhe didn't dare to stay, and dragged Cui Yuanyang to run desperately. When he ran out of the road and saw the field, he ran straight into the ridge of the field. After a while, he slipped into a clump of woods, more sluggish than a rabbit.

There are no mountains anymore... Fortunately, there are still many forests in the ancient world, and it counts as much as it can cover. Others can't chase them with horses, and there are terrains to use when chasing them, so they can take a little rest.

It was dusk and sunset when they boarded the boat, and the sky was still not completely dark during the fierce battle to escape across the river, which shows how short the time was.

But this short period of time is the most injured Zhao Changhe has suffered since he crossed. He was kicked earlier and got poisoned under the water. Until now, his chest is still bleeding, his tattered clothes are bright red, and his face is also pale. very bad.

But at least he crossed the river, did he pass the most troublesome hurdle?

Zhao Changhe leaned tiredly behind the tree, panting hard: "This is fucking unscientific, why won't his weapons disintegrate in water, isn't he afraid of drinking poisonous water..."

Cui Yuanyang shook her head, she didn't know these tricks, nor did Zhao Changhe feel like he still had time to get to the bottom of it. Seeing that Zhao Changhe has been bleeding without any bandages, he always feels that if he continues to bleed like this, he will lose too much blood, and he will die without beating...

She paused and said, "You man, you still think about this at this time... Also, if you have injuries on your body, you should talk less. Talking will affect the wounds, and you actually raised your voice and said that there will be a period later..."

"Cough." Zhao Changhe coughed dryly: "You don't need anything else, but you must pretend to be forced. You don't understand."

Cui Yuanyang: "..."

"Hey, what about the arrow I shot just now, can I name myself Zilong in the future? My surname happens to be Zhao."

"What and what! Take a good rest!" Cui Yuanyang stomped his feet angrily, Zhao Changhe just laughed.

I really can't do anything about him, but seeing him now really hurts.

Thinking about the way he cut his own flesh and poured wine just now, it was really painful to watch, and his expression didn't change a bit. Cui Yuanyang really felt that even the elders in the family list were incomparable with this man's bravery, they were not at the same level.

Is this the difference between a bandit and a wealthy family?

No, Zhao Changhe is the only one in the world.

He is in such a poor state now that he was injured for escorting her... What can I do for him?

Cui Yuanyang bit his lower lip and thought for a while, then turned behind the tree.

Zhao Changhe didn't pay attention to her movements, he was joking verbally, but he was actually exercising his skills to persecute her.

The medicine Cui Yuanyang gave just now only suppressed the toxin from spreading, and did not detoxify it. But the advantage of having internal strength is that poison can be forced out. Everyone knows it on TV. There is no reason why you can't do it when it's your turn. Anyway, Xia Ji Balian should be regarded as a door god!

In fact, after careful investigation, it can be seen that the toxin is not very powerful, at least it does not seal the throat with blood, but mainly corrodes and softens tendons, so the toxicity and permeability are also very average, which is relatively easy to deal with. Under the urging of internal strength, it was almost visible to the naked eye that the toxins in the blood were slowly squeezed out along the wound.

It can even be felt that some of the toxins are directly ablated by the internal strength, and there is no effect at all.

It can be basically confirmed another characteristic of Xia Longyuan's martial arts: high resistance to poison, which will be good news for future walks in the rivers and lakes.

I always feel that the nature is getting more and more like the Nine Suns Divine Kung Fu, but unfortunately I can't take this Kung Fu as a major at present, the so-called age disadvantage... Zhang Wuji has Wudang Nine Suns as a background since he was a child.

Forget it, don't think about it for now.

The poison was discharged smoothly, but Zhao Changhe felt more and more tired.

Just now, there was a strong bloodiness, as if he didn't even feel much pain. In fact, he is not considered a strong man, but has a lot to do with the characteristics of the blood evil art. One of the properties is to bring people into this state.

But in the same state of Xuesha, he was particularly prone to fatigue in the past, and he is very tired now.

Not only was I tired, but I was holding on to a wound that didn't seem to hurt before, and now the pain began to hit; I thought the internal injury from being kicked was nothing serious, but now my lower abdomen is also throbbing.

After entering the water, I was still wet without wiping off, and now the dampness and coldness began to invade.

All kinds of states come.

What's terrible is that the painful negative effects of the blood evil kung fu also began to occur due to the high-intensity actuation of the kung fu.

You can endure this pain when you are in a good state, but what about when you are weak?

As if all the accumulated debuffs exploded in an instant, when Cui Yuanyang turned out from behind the tree, what he saw was Zhao Changhe, who was already in his mind like a god descending from the earth, slipped from his sitting position and fell to the ground at some point, curled up in a hard labor moaned.

"Brother Zhao!" Cui Yuanyang hurried forward to help him: "How are you? I, I still have medicine..."

But when he looked down at Zhao Changhe's eyes, Cui Yuanyang was even more startled. Those eyes turned blood-colored at some point, full of madness and violence, as if they were about to pounce on her and tear her to pieces in the next second.

For the first time, Zhao Changhe, who was in a full-blown negative state, was about to be unable to suppress the evil spirit of losing his mind, or it can also be said that his subconscious didn't want to suppress it anymore. When he is no longer awake, maybe he won't be in pain?

"You..." He maintained his last will, and whispered with difficulty: "Stay away from me, the farther the better...I am now... very dangerous..."

"Impossible!" Cui Yuanyang said anxiously: "You are in such a bad state now, the wound is still bleeding! How can I leave you alone!"

"It's not a question of whether you lose me or not... It's my practice that may cause you to lose your mind, and I can't control it... At that time, I won't be me... Stay away, hurry... uh..."

Cui Yuanyang suddenly pointed at Zhao Changhe's acupoints, blocking all his remaining words.

"I really thought Yang Yang was stupid!" Cui Yuanyang muttered: "Now you've burned out your brain, didn't you even think of me being able to do acupuncture?"

Zhao Changhe: "..."

Cui Yuanyang bit his lower lip and began to take off Zhao Changhe's tattered clothes.

Zhao Changhe: "?"

His rational and chaotic state was almost frightened sober, what are you doing!

The little white rabbit painstakingly peeled off the big black bear's clothes, blushing again, and took out a piece of red silk cloth.

Seeing the mandarin ducks on the cloth, Zhao Changhe was stunned.

Isn't this your bellyband?

Cui Yuanyang glanced at him, not knowing whether it was anger or resentment, he lowered his head shyly, sprinkled some medicinal powder on Zhao Changhe's wound, and carefully wrapped the bandage made of his apron.

This may indeed be the only thing that can be used as a bandage at the moment.

"Is it still uncomfortable?" Cui Yuanyang adjusted his clothes again, gently wiped the sweat overflowing from his forehead because of the pain he endured, and said softly: "You don't need to carry everything by yourself... Yang Yang is not a little girl who can only hold back her legs." Fool."

Zhao Changhe twitched the corner of his mouth.

It's true, you know how to row a boat anyway... You cooperate well, and you can throw the rope as soon as you throw it, which is neat and neat.

In fact, this girl has potential.

"Now it's my turn to take care of you." Cui Yuanyang chose some medicines and stuffed them into Zhao Changhe's mouth: "I don't know how to solve the disadvantages brought about by your evil blood skills...these are for restoring vitality and replenishing blood." Medicine, you take it and rest for a while, you should be much better..."

As he spoke, he scratched his head again: "I'm not sure, I'm guessing. Will it be worthless?"

Zhao Changhe: "..."

I also feel that there are aphrodisiacs in your medicines... In fact, you can solve my dumb point first, really.

Forget it, let’s try the internal energy punching point.

It was finally completely dark, and the forest was pitch black. Cui Yuanyang felt a little guilty, the Optimus Pillar he relied on the most in his heart had fallen, and now the night is dark and windy, and everything around him is scary. But knowing that there are people looking for him around him, he dare not light the fire.

Forget it, let's find some water for Brother Zhao to drink.

Cui Yuanyang turned his head to leave, "Oops", hooked to a tree root on the ground, fell a rabbit and gnawed mud.

The rabbit's ears fell forward, and Cui Yuanyang lay on the ground in large characters, crying, and the little emotion that was holding on to take care of others collapsed in an instant.

They are all three levels of porch, Yang Yang is really useless.

You shouldn't have let him walk the thorny road, how nice it would be to go see Jiangnan Misty Rain with him... Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo...

Faint voices came from outside: "Take a look in that direction! Zhao Changhe is injured, so he must not be far away!"

People are finally here!

Cui Yuanyang jumped up suddenly, and rushed over to try to carry Zhao Changhe on his back, but Zhao Changhe was unexpectedly heavy, and she couldn't carry it for a while.

Zhao Changhe sighed from his back: "Damn's dumb acupoints are finally opened. What are you doing here, brat, hurry up and untie Lao Tzu's acupoints, let's start the war!"

Sacrifice a friend's new book, "Into Unscience", the kind in which the protagonist travels through the past and changes the history of science and technology. It is almost ordered. If you are interested, you can check it out.