Aggrieved Fish Sprite

When Sukasa woke up, his limbs were limp.

This long-lost feeling of drowsiness made Su Li seem to have returned to the distant past, the days when he was kicked, beaten and whipped wantonly.

——He was bruised all over his body, scars piled on scars, he was so feverish that he was drowsy, and he lingered in the gate of hell every day.

Sukasa struggled to get up, subconsciously preparing to look for water and food.

This was the survival instinct he developed in his youth, because if he lay still, the only thing waiting was death.

No matter the physical pain, or the mocking and cursing pouring into his ears, even if the knife was cut on his body and his fingers were trampled, none of them could stop him from getting up.

No matter how hard it is, you have to live.

"Well."

This kind of fine and sharp pain all over the limbs and bones made Su Li suspect that he was lying in the thorn bushes.

He exhausted all his strength, but he couldn't even move, and the vague consciousness of struggling finally came back slowly.

What came into view was a half moon, not half of the crescent moon was missing, but the bottom half was missing, and the crescent moon suddenly turned into a vertical fang.

"..."

What's going on, where can the moon be like this?

Su Li shook his head, took a closer look, and realized.

It's a hole in the roof.

Not too big or too small, just show half a crescent moon.

Su Li continued to turn his head to look around, and then he found that his whole body was up and down, only his head could move.

The room was empty, without windows, and so narrow that he could bump into the bed he was lying on when he opened the door, and there was a smell of smoked wormwood all around.

Wait, it seems that what is lying here is not a bed, but a large net bag, both ends of which are hung on the beams, so tight that there is no shaking.

His arms and legs were tied with wooden bars, and he was fixed to four low stools through net bags, so he couldn't move at all.

Su Li was stunned, and almost began to wonder what kind of new method this was to extract a confession.

Fortunately, the door opened in time, and Suka knew the person who came in.

"Doctor Mo?"

Mo Li reckoned that Su Li was about to wake up, he was holding a bowl of dark medicine in his hand, before he approached, the bitter smell made Su Li burst into tears.

Su Li was stunned, and couldn't believe that a man like him who wouldn't feel pain even when he cut his flesh with a knife, could be made to cry by bitter medicine.

I have no face to be a killer!

Su Li's expression was too obvious, and Dr. Mo had no choice but to explain for the patient's mood: "This has nothing to do with courage, it's just your instinctive reaction, and it would happen to anyone else."

Su Li had a look of disbelief, that doctor, why are you so good-looking, and you didn't come to deliver me medicine with tears in your eyes.

Ink Carp: "..."

If he delivered medicine like the swordsman thought, wouldn't the patients be scared to death?

Even the doctor is crying, I'm afraid it's hopeless!

"It's just like how you practiced swordsmanship hard, during which you fell, rolled and injured countless times. Now that you have suffered such serious injuries, you can endure it. The world says that such perseverance is possessed by brave people, but you should know that the so-called courageous perseverance is nothing more than habit. "

Willpower is all exercised. If you get hurt a lot, you can bear it.

Who is not flesh and blood?

Su Li immediately looked at Mo Li with admiration. It turned out that to be a doctor had to be attacked by all kinds of bitter medicines, until he was able to walk to the patient's bed with this bowl of medicine without changing his expression. It's a big pain, it's not easy.The point is that Doctor Mo is not only good at medicine, but also good at martial arts. Su Li doubled his thoughts about the crimes and hardships he had suffered, and the eyes that looked at Mo Li became reverent.

Ink Carp: "..."

All right, Qimaoshan Longmai thought to himself, it really deserves to be from Feiheshan, as easy to deceive as that gray bird.

The doctor is used to the taste of bitter medicine, but the doctor doesn't need to drink up the medicine juice, at most he needs to identify the medicinal materials.

Besides, many doctors who sit in the clinic and doctors who walk in the streets and alleys in the world don't need to make medicine by themselves, let alone pour the patient's medicine juice.

In the end, Dr. Mo, who was a dragon vein but thought he was a fish all the year round, was reluctant to shed tears "since he was a child". Tears are also water. Cry less and less. If the crying is gone, don't you have to dive into the water tank to mend it?I endured the bitterness, but I didn't expect to be praised by Qin Lu as talented, and later I smelled the smell of medicine and felt familiar.Whoever said that medicine is bitter, medicine also has a variety of flavors, and there are various differences in careful identification, and the difference is huge.

Mo Li shook his head, and poured down a bowl of medicine neatly.

Su Li was so bitter that he rolled his eyes, but he couldn't spit it out. A surge of vitality poured in from the Baihui acupoint on the top of his head. Immediately, the meridians all over his body were like dry grass that had been watered, and the dry streams merged and intertwined again. .

"Ahem, Doctor Mo is really a miracle doctor." Su Li said in surprise.

"...That's you, it wouldn't work if it was someone else."

First of all, this medicine cannot be poured. It can only be swallowed slowly. Even so, it may be spit out. Too bitter medicine will make people unable to swallow it. This is also a human instinct.In the current situation, there is no way to slowly rub the pills.

Secondly, in the eyes of others, Su Li had a miserable life experience, but Su Li was born with "spiritual energy".

Excluding the dragon veins, it is estimated that Su Li is the only person in the whole world who has such recovery ability.

"Do you know how serious your injury is?" Mo Li looked worried.

At that time, if he had been a step slower, hadn't made a decisive move, hadn't had that special skill, and hadn't even resolutely given up fighting with Master Luo and just robbed someone and ran away, Su Li might be a corpse right now.

Thinking of the trap, Su Li sweated slightly on his back. He looked down at himself wrapped into a rice dumpling, thinking silently that it wouldn't turn into a fish stuffed into the net bag. Take down a pile of firewood and roast him directly.

"There are as many as sixteen kinds of hidden weapons taken from your back and limbs." Mo Li said with a sullen face, "Sharp and deep piercing needles like plum blossom needles are not difficult to deal with with my eyesight. The trouble is the barbed wire and caltrops. Hidden weapons like lotus flowers were nailed to your body, and then because of your fight with Master Luo, they dragged and stretched the wound. Do you know what it looks like, just like the hunter in the mountain being bitten by the teeth and claws of wild beasts It’s the same as before! There are also some hidden weapons that were shaken by the internal force and shattered, and the remaining half are still stuck in the wound.”

The blood was pouring profusely, it was horrible, and the wound was full of residues of spikes.

This is the most difficult injury to treat, and it will fester if you are not careful. No matter how high your martial arts are, no matter how strong your physique is, you can't stand the king of Hades calling for your life.

What's more, when Su Li was young, he suffered a lot of losses, and he had the problem of deficiency of both Qi and blood.

"Fortunately, the hidden weapon is not poisonous."

Mo Li reckoned that it wasn't that Master Luo was showing mercy, but that Master Luo himself was also on the high platform, so the possibility of accidents had to be considered.

It can be seen from this that the leader of the holy lotus altar looks like a madman on the outside, but he is not.

Mo Li had never seen such a difficult trauma. He wrapped his entire palm with his internal force, fished out the non-sharp knife that had been boiled for a while from the boiling water, and spent an hour to remove all the broken bones.Without the blessing of extraordinary eyesight and dragon vein aura, Su Li would have lost nine lives.

"You have been in a coma for a day and a night, and you are still feverish, that is to say, you may not be able to see the sun in the day after tomorrow." Mo Li intentionally made the situation a little more serious.

In fact, Su Li's ability to wake up means that he has successfully climbed out of the gate of hell.

"...Where is this?" Su Li was weak, and at the same time ashamed that he had fallen into a trap impulsively.

"It's a small village, not far from Hua County. The people here have already fled. It's an abandoned empty house."

Mo Li thought to himself, if he didn't find this place in time, he might have to risk going back to Hua County to steal a pot of boiling water.

Although fire can be made in the field, it is too dangerous to treat injuries in the open field. It is good if three out of ten patients can survive. It is best to be a clean and empty room with as few things as possible in it. Just breathe.

Lucky for the past two days, it didn't rain, otherwise Mo Li would have to find a way to move the bamboo hat.

Su Li's expression was tangled, he hesitated to speak.

Mo Li thought he was going to ask how long it would take for the injury to heal, and how long he would hang in the net pocket like this, but Su Li hesitated again and again, but opened his mouth to say this.

"How did you use that move? Is that a sword technique?"

Su Li's eyes were bright, if it wasn't for the fact that he was still tied up, he might have jumped up.

"Wait, where's my knife?"

Su Li clearly remembered that he was still holding the knife tightly before he passed out, so he shouldn't have thrown it away.

"Outside." Mo Li thought to himself that the knife was covered with blood and dirt, how could it be kept inside the house.

"The swordsman's sword should not leave the body." Su Li frowned.

Mo Li was speechless, before saying after a while: "Only the knife, the scabbard is missing."

"What?" Sure enough, Su Li's attention was drawn to him. Did he still have to go to Blacksmith Wang?

He was seriously injured in this turmoil, and it was not an easy task to cross the river to Yuzhou.

"How long will I have to be hanged?" Su Li hurriedly asked, he couldn't eat or go to the ground, he was really aggrieved.

"Two more hours." Mo Li gave him an unexpected answer.

Su Li was stunned. If the bone was broken, it just needs to be fixed. Anyway, it won't heal in a short time. Doctor Mo seems to have other intentions.

Sure enough, Mo Li explained to him: "If ordinary people are injured as badly as you are, they will be useless in this life. There are too many hidden weapons, and the muscles and bones are injured."

The bones are easy to connect, and the tendons can continue.

If it is not a master of the inner family, the genius doctor does not have the ability to break the tendon and continue.

"It's hard to get the same muscles and bones as before. For an important place like the right arm, if you delay the force a little bit, half of the effort will be wasted. What's more, you hurt not only one arm, but also two legs and the left arm. .”

Su Li didn't say a word. Although he was in a coma during the treatment before, he frowned when the pain was severe. Now that he woke up with strength, he didn't cry out the pain. Mo Li had never seen such a stubborn patient.

"The tendons connected, with your recovery power, you have to wait for twelve hours, soon." Mo Li said indifferently, from the expression, it is completely impossible to see how much effort he took to drag Su Li out of the gate of hell, but also It allows swordsmen to continue to run, jump and practice swords for the rest of their lives.

Even though Su Li didn't know medical skills, he knew that Mo Li probably didn't close his eyes all day and night. In addition, he was looking for opportunities in Hua County to inquire about news, defend the city wall, etc., even martial arts masters would not be able to bear it.

"It's my fault." Su Li said dryly and with difficulty, "If it wasn't for my injury, you wouldn't have been delayed here. I remember you said that you discovered the identity of the Heavenly King, and the news must be sent to Fengxing Pavilion as soon as possible... ..."

Mo Li shook his head and said, "Don't worry, people from Fengxing Pavilion will find us before you wake up."

In the past two days, nothing even happened. The Tianshou Wang Dajun hadn't left Hua County yet, but I heard that the tense atmosphere in Nanping County's prefecture was getting tense.

The knife flashed out, but it didn't fall down for a long time.

Mo Li repeatedly suppressed the morale of the rebellious army, procrastinating the time of this war, and gradually turning the whole situation to the favorable side, but the city of Nanping County was muddy and could not support the wall. The crisis was imminent. There are quite a lot of people fighting to the death, and now their morale has been knocked down, and everyone is thinking of a strategy to avoid the battle.

This kind of slow-footed guy can't be slapped away with one palm. Mo Li heard from Shashanhu that Qiu Pavilion Master was so anxious that half of his cheeks were swollen.

That's right, it was Shanshanhu who led people to find the ink carp. This guy was very good at tracking and identifying people. He got news from the people who had escaped from Huaxian County, and found that the army of Tianshou Wang was standing still abnormally, and he was far away. Seeing the knife marks on the city wall from a distance, he immediately searched the medicine halls and places where medicinal herbs were stored in the villages and towns within a radius of thirty miles.

Then he found the person directly in one step.

Shaanshanhu wisely didn't ask about the identity of the king granted by heaven, took the letter from Moli, and ran back to Jiangxia himself.

Now there are five people from Fengxing Pavilion in this village. Their martial arts are not high, but they can take turns guarding the village, and they will immediately call the police if something goes wrong.

Mo Li was indeed very tired, but he was still concerned about the next move of the Holy Lotus Altar.

Mo Li didn't know what kind of ally relationship Zheng Tu had with Master Luo, nor did he have the ability to accurately judge the situation like Meng Qi.

It is not necessarily safe to stay in this village.

That move can only catch people off guard, and it will be difficult for the opponent to take precautions.

Because it is not a saber technique in essence, but the invisible power that is stirred by the saber wind to stir the airflow at high speed, and then oscillates and collides. It is an inaudible sound that knocks down a bunch of people in an instant. Can't kill them all.

That is to say, Zheng Tu wanted to die and insisted on receiving the knife head-on. In fact, if he was willing to hide, the injury would be lighter.

But Zheng Tu is so conceited, and wears a mask to appear as a heaven-sent king, how could he hide?

Mo Li sighed secretly, feeling as if he had completely learned from Meng Qi, and he didn't blink when he cheated, and he could follow and kick him again.

"The mask is broken, and the forehead and face of the Heavenly Grant King are injured. It's not so easy to heal." Mo Li smiled subconsciously.

Is it true that everyone has the ability of a miracle doctor?

Xiongxiong may not care about appearance, but Zheng Tu's life is like an embroidered portrait in a storybook novel. He is so heroic that people admire him at first sight, so it is probably impossible to see the scars on his face.

On the spur of the moment, Mo Li couldn't help but said to Su Li: "It's just that I don't have the elixir for promoting muscle and blood circulation in my hand, otherwise I can give you all your original scars. Ordinary people can't bear the itching of blood regeneration. I see you are fine."

Su Li felt that these words were very familiar, as if Mo Li had said them the first time he met him.

He shook his head vigorously and rejected the proposal. Those scars had long been a part of him, and he was used to it, besides he was poor.

It's a pity for Mo Li, after all, it's rare for people to be injured like this, and even fewer can be cured. If you miss Su Li, you probably won't be able to find another one.

"You still have a medicine to drink."

After Mo Li finished speaking, he turned and went out.

The pot of medicine and the fire were in the yard outside this dilapidated house. The ink carp filled the pot with water and sat cross-legged beside it.

He is familiar with the steps of boiling medicine, how long to add medicinal materials, how often to add water, the black carp can just stop the inner breathing and do it smoothly. Meditation is not to restore inner strength, but to restore energy.

Not only is it tiring, but it is even more difficult to meditate.

The consciousness did not sink into the dantian, and followed the inner breath for a big circle, but was in a trance, as if floating to an unknown number of miles away.

——The mountains in Yizhou are high, and Meng Qi went to the dangerous fortress again. What did he find?When can I come back?

At this moment, is Meng Qi wading through mountains and rivers, staying up all night like him?

The King of Heaven, the Holy Lotus Altar, the Fengxing Pavilion, the Qi Dynasty Navy, the soldiers and horses of Ningdi, and the King of Chu and Wu who have unknown intentions and seem to want to wait for the fisherman's profit, chess pieces are placed one by one by countless hands, and the chessboard is in chaos. group.

The ink carp lowered its head slightly, even if it was meditating and adjusting its breath, it could not relieve the furrowed brows.

The moon is sinking, and the night is quiet.

Mo Li vaguely felt a familiar aura, but his thoughts were too deep, and his spiritual energy didn't respond at all, so when he opened his eyes, he felt an unreasonable tension, as if these days were chaotic, All the tricky troubles are gone.

The chest is heavy, as if there is a gerbil lying on it.

"..."

The ink carp was taken aback for a moment, and reached out to touch it.

He took out a piece of soft and fat glutinous rice cake, and stared at him with dark eyes.

This is--

Taking advantage of his unpreparedness, secretly lying on his heart?