My life of martial arts training

"Yes." The woman nodded, she put her hand on the other's wrist and began to feel the pulse.

After a while.

Qingqing frowned slightly and said: "Master, the other party's body is full of various powerful medicinal powers. I can't intervene at all. Whether he can wake up depends on whether he can digest these powerful medicinal powers."

"Well, you apply some anti-inflammatory medicine to him to prevent the wound from infection. Do your best and leave it to fate." The old man nodded and looked at the other two disciples.

"Jiahe, Jiaxing, build a shed for him to prevent him from being exposed to the sun."

"Yes."

Soon, a simple shed was built.

"Hurry up, otherwise you can only spend the night in the wild tonight." The fat old man said.

The group continued on the road.

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Time passed slowly.

This four-person team seemed to have no destination. Every time they arrived at a village or town, they just exchanged some food and daily necessities, and then continued on their way, making the world their home.

"Master, it's been almost a month, and the other party hasn't woken up yet." Li Jiahe said as he watched Li Qingqing carefully wipe the man's body.

"When you were injured, the master also asked Qingqing to take care of you." The fat old man glanced at his apprentice, instantly saw the other party's little thoughts, and smiled.

"Really?" Li Jiahe asked with a flash of his eyes.

"Don't you understand Qingqing's thoughts? Even if I don't say it, she will take care of you and Jiaxing." The fat old man said with a smile, obviously very satisfied with his female apprentice.

There was some disappointment in Li Jiahe's eyes.

"Ahem."

The fat old man didn't want his eldest apprentice to be disappointed, so he quickly comforted him: "Jiahe, sometimes you can't just be attentive to girls when chasing them, you also need to be romantic. Although the master can help you, whether you can get the beauty back depends on your own ability."

He tried to lower his voice as much as possible, as if he was afraid that Qingqing would find out.

"Master, I understand." Li Jiahe's blood boiled immediately, as if he had been injected with chicken blood.

"Yeah." The fat old man was very satisfied. Young people should be energetic. Otherwise, how can they work like old men?

"Junior sister, I'll take care of the rest." Li Jiahe stepped forward and said.

"Well, senior brother, be careful not to hurt the other person's wound." Li Qingqing nodded and reminded.

Although it is said that there is no privacy in front of doctors, it is best to avoid some private parts if it does not affect the condition.

"Master, how long will it take to get to the next village?" Li Qingqing asked.

"What happened?"

"It rained two days ago, and some herbs were accidentally soaked in rain and are about to go bad."

"Soon, there is a village over that hill." The fat old man pointed to the front.

"Master, that hill looks a bit like... steamed buns?" Junior brother Li Jiaxing said uncertainly.

"Well, this mountain is called Mantou Mountain, and that village is also called 'Manbao Village'." The fat old man took out the map and looked at it, and said.

The lines on the map are so dense that no one can understand them except the author.

"Manbao Village?"

"It means that there are steamed buns for every meal and you can eat your fill every day."

Two hours later.

They crossed Mantou Mountain and entered the village.

"Old man, is this Manbao Village?" Li Jiahe stepped forward and bowed.

"Yes." An old man sat under a big tree at the entrance of the village. He had yellow teeth and a palm-leaf fan in his hand. There was a little yellow mud on his clothes. His abdomen was slightly bulging. His trouser legs were rolled up to his knees, revealing a pair of dark yellow, cracked feet. He had obviously just come back from the fields.

Li Jiahe looked at the old man's clothes and frowned slightly. If he was working in the fields, he would wear worn-out and thin clothes. Why would he wear a slightly thick Gua Yi?

But he didn't think much about it. It might also be that the old man's clothes were torn and he temporarily replaced them with Gua Yi.

"We are Yang-pulse disciples of the Kitchen God Sect. We are passing by and want to exchange for some food."

"Oh?"

The old man took a look and then said, "I can't make the decision on this matter. I will take you into the village and you can discuss it with the village chief."

"Thank you, old man." Li Jiahe thanked.

The group followed the old man into the village.

Seeing strangers entering the village, the villagers were curious and a little wary.

Li Jiahe looked at the clothes on the villagers and felt more and more weird. He wanted to tell the master about this weird situation, but the latter glanced at him and shook his head slightly.

"Old man Zhang, who are these people?" Several old men asked.

After the old man at the entrance of the village explained, the villagers showed warm and overflowing smiles. Obviously, this identity of the Kitchen God Sect is very popular.

"I didn't know that the real person came from afar. I hope you will forgive me." At this time, an old man with white hair, wrapped in a plain dress, holding a cane.

"Village chief, please forgive me. The word "real person" is not worthy of me." The fat old man waved his hand and explained.

"Master, it's time for dinner. Why don't you go to my house for dinner?" The village chief invited enthusiastically.

"Master, you are too polite. But you also know the teachings of our Kitchen God. We must be self-reliant, use the earth as a stove, the sky as a roof, and firewood as fire. I hope you understand." The fat old man declined.

"I understand, I understand." The village chief laughed.

"Then I will take you to a resting place first."

"It's still early now, no hurry." The fat old man looked at the sun that was about to set in the west and shook his head.

"Master, I want to go to the temple in the village first."

The village chief's face changed slightly and he sighed: "I must disappoint the Taoist priest. Miao Zhu went to the town two days ago to purchase supplies. The temple was closed. I'm afraid I won't be able to come back until tomorrow."

"In that case, I'll pay you a visit tomorrow." The fat old man said without insisting.

"Please follow me." The village chief breathed a sigh of relief.

He took a few people to a relatively intact two-bedroom courtyard.

"This family became prosperous some time ago and moved to a nearby town. The house is now empty. You guys will rest here tonight. There happens to be some firewood left in it. If you can't, you can come to my house to get some." The village chief Pointing to a red tiled house, he said.

"Thank you." The fat old man nodded.

Just as the village chief was about to leave the yard, the fat old man suddenly asked: "Village chief, why are there no adults or children?"

The village chief paused and turned around slowly.

Since he was facing away from the sun and his face was extremely dark, the village chief stared at the four people for a long time and said hoarsely: "All the young people in the village have gone to work in the town and will not come back until the end of the month."

After saying that, he left quickly without waiting for them to continue asking.

After the village chief left, the Li Jiahe whispered: "Master, there is something wrong with this village."

"You still need to remind me, can't I see it?" the fat old man said solemnly.

The temple is the most basic building of a village. Unless the village is gone, it cannot be closed.

Even if the temple wishes to purchase supplies, villagers will be arranged to go there and will not leave the temple without authorization.

"Hurry up and start cooking." The fat old man said.