Please don't embrace the leader of the reborn demon sect

In the darkness, Wen Zihao was awakened by a loud noise.

The light of some torches outside the cave can be seen through the gaps in the branches, and the voices of several men can be heard faintly, walking past the cave, clamoring for two people.

Wen Zihao didn't know which side it was. He held his breath, grabbed Long Qijian and hid at the entrance of the cave. Once someone found this cave, he could strike first.

After waiting for about two quarters of an hour, no one found the disguised cave, the sound outside disappeared, and people walked away cleanly. Wen Zihao turned his head and said to Ye Yichen, "Master Ye, did you just now?" Hear your teaching's contact signal?"

A silence answered him.

Wen Zihao thought to himself, could it be that Ye Yichen is already in meditation while practicing internal skills?He is really worried about me, a decent disciple of a famous family!

People in the Jianghu generally don't practice their martial arts in front of other gangs.Stealing martial arts from other schools is a big taboo in the world.

In particular, very few people can practice internal strength in front of outsiders, because once the flow of internal strength is interrupted, it is very likely that all previous efforts will be wasted, or even go crazy.

Wen Zihao thought again, could it be that he fell asleep?He then shook his head with a smile, the noise just now, even ordinary people would be woken up, let alone the powerful leader of the Hanlan Sect.

Wen Zihao tentatively called out again: "Master Ye?"

This time he got a little response, just a slight hum.Wen Zihao thought that Ye Yichen's voice was low and he couldn't hear it clearly, so he couldn't help but approach him.

There was no fire in the cave, and even the moonlight was completely blocked by the branches at the entrance of the cave. Wen Zihao could only touch Ye Yichen in the general direction.

When he touched Ye Yichen's body, he was shocked.Ye Yichen's body temperature was already hot, obviously he had a fever.Wen Zihao suddenly didn't care about safety, he found the fire book, lit the fire, and looked at Ye Yichen.

Ye Yichen was curled up against the cave wall, trembling.

His delicate brows were tightly frowned, his eyelids were tightly closed, and the eyeballs kept moving back and forth under the eyelids, and he looked extremely unsteady, his fair cheeks were flushed with heat, and his two thin lips were also unnaturally red.

Reaching out to touch Ye Yichen's forehead, Wen Zihao felt that his skin was hot. Wen Zihao hurriedly tore off a piece of cloth, moistened it with water from the water bag, and gently wiped his forehead and cheeks.

Maybe it was his hand that brought a cool feeling, Ye Yichen was dazed, rubbed his cheek against his hand, opened his beautiful lying silkworm eyes and looked at him, muttering in his mouth.

Wen Zihao put his ear to his mouth, trying to hear what he was saying clearly, but he heard a few words repeatedly: "Brother, don't go, Wen Zihao, don't go!"

Wen Zihao rummaged through the pockets of Ye Yichen's clothes, but found nothing except the money bag.He didn't even have any medicine on him, and there was nothing that could reduce the fever.

Wen Zihao heaved a long sigh. The leader of the Demon Cult was injured in order to save him. It seems that the only way out is to go to the town to see a doctor behind his back.

Wen Zihao carefully thought about the direction of Jincheng, and then he carried Ye Yichen on his back and went out of the cave. The fastest way was to go around this mountain, but Luliang Mountain has continuous mountains and the sky is dark, how can it be so easy to find the way?

Wen Zihao carried Ye Yichen on his back and walked down the stream, even if he couldn't reach Jincheng, at least he would find a place with a doctor.But his speed must be fast, otherwise, if the burn continues like this, even if the doctor is found, the person will not be saved.

Thinking of this, Wen Zihao had no choice but to use his internal strength to jump up to the treetops and use his lightness skills to hurry.

Not long after he got rid of the poison of tears like blood, he recovered less than [-]% of his internal strength. In addition, he was injured today, lost a lot of blood, and was carrying Ye Yichen on his back. Much slower.

Fortunately, the top of the tree is high, and under the bright moonlight, you can see the direction to avoid the mountains, and you can also avoid the torches lit by unknown people searching for people in the dark under the tree.

Under the blowing of the night wind, Ye Yichen seemed to feel a little comfortable. He rubbed his hot cheek against Wen Zihao's neck, and muttered to himself: "Eldest brother, don't go away, you are the best for me." do not leave……"

Wen Zihao only felt traces of scalding heat passing by his sensitive earlobe, making his heart tremble a little, and the delicate and hot skin rubbed back and forth on his neck like silk, causing his body to rise extremely high. The heat, walking down the spine, made his legs a little limp, and he almost fell from the treetops.

Wen Zihao quickly stabilized his mind, calmed down, and forced himself to recite his sect's Yunshui Jue.

It's just that after a while, his mind will be seduced by the scorching breath again, and his legs will become weak from the delicate and silky grinding.

Wen Zihao couldn't help scolding himself in his heart: How could he be so easily influenced by others?No concentration!Master Ye is just a person who has only seen it for less than a day

But this kind of condemnation didn't solve any problem. After focusing on his neck again, Wen Zihao had no choice but to put Ye Yichen down from his back, and instead hugged Ye Yichen horizontally in his arms.

Ye Yichen in this posture is still obedient, curled up slightly, and kept chanting: "Brother, don't go!"

Occasionally, Wen Zihao would still hear him shouting his name.

It was only after dawn that Wen Zihao saw a village in the direction ahead. He was already physically and mentally exhausted, so he hurriedly picked up the lightness kung fu and ran over there.

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Doctor Deng from Beipo Village received two dangerous people today.

Although Dahong from the village brought those two people to his house, he still refused to leave. He stood at the door tremblingly and watched, probably because he was afraid of these two martial arts men who were carrying weapons and covered in blood. Something dangerous is coming.

Legend has it that those who know martial arts in the Jianghu are bandits, and they spend their days in the fish and meat village doing mischievous things.When Dr. Deng happened to see these two menacing, blood-stained foreigners, he was very upset.

He glanced at Dahong who was still looking at the room at the door, gritted his teeth to suppress the fear in his heart, brushed his gray beard, and said to one of the sober people, "Put him on the bed first."

The man in the green shirt that was already stained with blood had a square face. Hearing what he said, he put the person he was holding tightly in his arms on the bed, his movements were gentle, with a trace of imperceptible tenderness.

Standing up, the big man with a square face cupped his hands and saluted: "Doctor, he suddenly had a fever last night, I have no antipyretics, and I have survived until now, please show me quickly.

Also, his leg was injured yesterday. I'm afraid his lower leg is broken or cracked. Do you have any medicine to treat the broken bone and rub it on him quickly. I'm sorry. "

The big man with a square face looked anxious when he spoke, but he was still polite. Dr. Deng glanced at his pale face and the bandaged wound in his torn clothes, and felt a little relaxed about this big man who suddenly appeared with a sword. scared.

"I will try my best." Dr. Deng replied, he is actually just a country doctor, usually there is a headache in the village, or some trauma, he is still good at it.

As long as the person on the bed is cured, maybe this big square-faced guy won't embarrass me.

Thinking this way, Dr. Deng looked at the unconscious man on the bed.

The man lying on the bed had a handsome face, and the clothes seemed to be made of good material.

Dr. Deng tested the temperature of his forehead with his hands, looked at his eyelids, pressed his chin to check his tongue coating, and said: "It should be a fever caused by trauma, but this old man is not sure. I will prescribe some antipyretic medicine for him first, but unfortunately there are not enough medicinal materials in the countryside, so this knight-errant should take him to the town to have a look after bandaging."

The square-faced man cupped his hands and said, "Excuse me, doctor. My surname is Wen and my name is Zihao."

Dr. Deng saw that this big square-faced man was quite easy to talk to, and he also thought of a way to send him away, so he finally let go of his anxiety.

He waved his hand to Dahong at the door, indicating that the two of them were not in any danger. Dahong looked at the door suspiciously, then turned and ran away.

Dr. Deng added two handfuls of rice to the porridge pot, and put a clay pot on a small stove next to it, prepared the fever-reducing medicinal materials and cooked them in the clay pot.

The big man with a square face watched the old doctor busy, so he sat on a small stool in the kitchen and filled the bottom of the pot with firewood.

Dr. Deng took a look at the big man with a square face, and saw that he was naturally doing the work of lighting the fire, so he felt more relaxed. He walked to the bed, rolled up the trousers of the handsome man on the bed, and opened the tightly wrapped bandage.

The wound was treated very cleanly, but no medicine was applied.Doctor Deng applied a thick ointment on the boy's leg, touched the broken part of his leg bone, and applied the ointment that had been used in his village to treat broken bones on it. After changing the bandage, Doctor Deng took the boy's leg The legs are rewrapped.

The square-faced man had already prepared the porridge and medicine, and Dr. Deng asked him to eat first. The square-faced man shook his head, picked up the man on the bed lightly, fed him the medicine first, and then sat down and wolfed down the food. I drank two bowls of porridge.

After eating the porridge, Dr. Deng took off all the bandages on the square-faced man and wiped off the medicine. The square-faced man cupped his hands again and thanked him.

He found out the way to the nearest town, picked up the young man wrapped in a thick quilt from Dr. Deng, picked him up, and hurriedly left Beipo Village.

Dr. Deng stroked his beard and watched the two of them walk out of the village from a distance, and finally heaved a sigh of relief in his heart—the God of plague was finally sent away!

Doctor Deng couldn't help but smiled relaxedly, and went back to the house to pack up the bowls and chopsticks. When he lowered his head, he saw a large piece of silver, weighing about ten taels, next to the bowl where the square-faced man was eating porridge.

Dr. Deng was dumbfounded, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and sighed in his heart, it seems that those Jianghu people who hold swords and knives are not all people who plunder, bully the good and fear the evil.

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With Ye Yichen on his back, Wen Zihao ran for nearly an hour with light work before arriving at the county seat near the village.

This county is called Qingxu County.Wen Zihao asked someone about the best doctor in the county, which was in a medical clinic at the corner of Nanwang Street.The doctor's name was Sun Haoxuan. When Wen Zihao entered, he saw that he was treating a six or seven year old boy.

When it was Wen Zihao's turn, he put Ye Yichen on the chair next to Dr. Sun, and Dr. Sun took his pulse.

After a while, Dr. Sun withdrew his finger from Ye Yichen's left wrist, and said to Wen Zihao: "This young master should be from the world.

Earlier, he had suffered serious internal injuries. The internal injuries in his body were too large, and he was smoldering in his heart, and his mental strength was haggard.

When the big knot in his heart was opened and his mind finally settled down and relaxed, all the repressed anger and anxiety in his body burst out all at once. It was because of his forced exercise and trauma that he had such a serious attack these days. sick. "

After speaking, Dr. Sun saw that Wen Zihao's cheeks were also pale and his forehead was sweating, so he took his pulse again.

Then Dr. Sun shook his head and said: "You two have similar symptoms, it's just that your body is a little stronger, so you didn't have the attack.

This kind of illness needs to be recuperated. Although I am not very good at internal strength, your meridians are all damaged. If you want your body to return to its peak, you need to nourish your meridians. "

Wen Zihao nodded in agreement.

Dr. Sun checked Ye Yichen's leg bones again. Fortunately, he only had a small bone fracture, and he only needed to apply another ointment. He couldn't move his left leg for a month and a half.

After listening to Dr. Sun's explanation of the precautions for self-cultivation, Wen Zihao picked up Ye Yichen and prepared to find a place to stay after taking the medicines he prescribed.

Fortunately, both of them carried their purses with them. Although Wen Zihao's baggage was lost, there was still enough money for the two of them to stay in a hotel, see a doctor, take medicine, and buy a change of clothes.

Putting Ye Yichen on the bed in the inn, Wen Zihao couldn't help being surprised: the behavior of the leader of the Han Lan Sect is really strange, he has no friendship with the Han Lan Sect, and he has never met this leader.It stands to reason that they are originally good and evil, opposing relationships.

But the leader stared at him as soon as he saw him, and followed him. These are easy to understand, and the two are in a hostile relationship.But he gave up his life to save him, and would rather let himself get hurt than protect him, which is really confusing.

Could it be because of Ye Chengzhan's senior relationship?

This is also a bit unreasonable, even if Senior Ye has explained that the members of the Han Lan Sect should get along with him friendly, and ordinary people can just save him.But when he fell off the cliff, this Ye Yichen obviously tried his best to protect him, using his own body to protect him.

Wen Zihao lowered his head to look at Ye Yichen's delicate face again. He didn't know this Ye Jiaozhu at all, but he always felt that he was very familiar, as if he had known him for a long time, and he was not at all wary of him.

Wen Zihao thought for a long time but couldn't think of a reason, so he could only sigh, took the medicine bag and told Xiao Er to boil the medicine.

Ye Yichen felt dizzy when he woke up, and his joints all ached.

He opened his eyelids vigorously and found himself in a strange place.

In front of me is a square elm table with some rough porcelain teapots and cups on it, and a few round elm stools scattered around the table.On the left side of the table was a stand with a washbasin. Except for the bed lying under him, there were no other furnishings in the room.There are no curtains on the bed, and the quilt is also plain gray cotton cloth. The whole room looks very simple and tidy.

Enduring the joint pain in his body, Ye Yichen sat up with the support of his hands, still confused: Where is this?Did I run to someone else again?