The white clothes of the mountains and rivers are still as old as before

The carriage stopped outside the medical hall, Bai Yi jumped down first, and helped Zhou Zishu to carry Zhang Chengling, who was in a coma. up.He stepped forward and gave them a hand.

In the medical hall, the gray-bearded old doctor withdrew his hand to feel the pulse, stroked his beard, and said to Zhou Bai and the two of them, "This child is fine, but he was overly frightened and physically and mentally exhausted. Later, the old man will prescribe it to reduce the fever." Medicine, it will be fine when the fever subsides, but," the old doctor paused, looking at the two of them with alert eyes: "You know, this child is injured, so he has to deal with it quickly, or the two of you should avoid it first." one time?"

They were a group of people who were in a mess, and there were two big men with very different partners and a sick young man. This old doctor probably regarded them as swindlers who robbed children.

"Doctor Lao is here. We will take care of his injury." Zhou Zishu took out the consultation fee, handed it to the little drug boy standing by, and said politely to the old doctor.

Looking at Zhang Chengling's timid look last night, he knew there must be something hidden about his injury, and the two of them didn't want to do more research. They just waited for the child to wake up and let him deal with it himself.

Bai Yi invited the old doctor out of the ward, facing the old man's suspicious and vigilant eyes.Follow him to prescribe medicine.

When he entered the room with the boiled soup, he saw Zhou Zishu sitting beside Zhang Chengling's bed, changing the wet cloth on his forehead.

"The medicine is ready." Bai Yi blew on the hot medicine soup, and after Zhou Zishu helped him up, he fed it to Zhang Chengling spoon by spoon.

After taking a bowl of soup and medicine, Zhang Chengling settled down. Taking advantage of the effect of the medicine, the boy was fast asleep. Zhou Zishu finally asked Bai Yi the question he had been holding back all night.

"Last night, you heard that Wen Kexing mentioned that Rong Xuan's expression was different. What's going on? Also, is the arsenal under heaven really groundless? You, Bai, have a story to tell!" Zhou Zishu said happily ask.

Bai Yi had expected that with Zhou Zishu's exquisite mind, today's interrogation would be impossible to evade. He put the empty medicine bowl on the low table beside the bed, straightened his sleeves, organized his words, and said slowly .

"Do you know the origin of Bai Yi's sword?" Bai Yi asked first.

"Of course I know it. Isn't it one of the three peerless magic weapons forged by Rong Changqing, the ghost-handed magician? You ask this..." Zhou Zishu paused, as if he had come to his senses.Think carefully: "Rong Changqing? Rong Xuan? Could it be!"

Seeing him thinking about it, Bai Yi slowly said: "That's right, Rong Changqing is my close relative in a certain sense, and Rong Xuan is Rong Changqing's parent-child, let's just ask him to be my brother."

Zhou Zishu wondered inwardly, he didn't expect that Lao Bai was in the same generation as Rong Xuan who caused a bloody storm in the world 20 years ago, I really can't tell that he is not young.

Bai Yi was immersed in his memories, and said intermittently: "Father Rong exhausted all the treasures and efforts in forging me, so when I was born, I brought a wisp of spiritual consciousness with me, and followed Father Rong to cultivate with great concentration in Changming Mountain. I also grew up watching Rong Xuan, but in the early years my cultivation base was superficial, my spiritual power was not stable, and my memory was vague. I don’t know what happened back then. When he came to the old owner of Qin, he took shelter of Zhong Lingyuxiu in the Four Seasons Villa, retreated his spiritual consciousness for a few years and did not hear about foreign affairs, leaving only his body to drive the old owner of Qin, and then heard the news of Rong Xuan that he had passed away." A few words , lightly brought his past with him.

Zhou Zishu listened intently, seeing that Bai Yi seemed to be immersed in his own memory and couldn't extricate himself, his expression was stained with self-blame and fatigue, so he called him and asked: "Then what happened afterwards? What happened to the arsenal of the world? "

Bai Yi frowned: "Later...I didn't know later on," he looked at Zhou Zishu, "Old Master Qin and Rong Xuan are best friends, and they were also involved in this matter back then, didn't he tell you about it? "

"Master never mentioned the events of those years to me. I didn't even know that Master still had friendship with Rong Xuan?" Zhou Zishu was also at a loss.

"That's right, I pestered him in the early years, but he kept silent," Bai Yi said with a sly expression, "And there is indeed such a thing in Tianxia Arsenal, as for the others, I don't know."

Zhou Zishu knew that there were many loopholes in Bai Yi's complaint about the past, and seeing that he didn't want to say more, he didn't continue to ask.

After this conversation, both of them were preoccupied, silent, lost in their own thoughts, and the room could hear needles drop for a moment.

A murmured sob broke the silence of the room, it was the decoction that took effect, Zhang Chengling's fever subsided and he woke up.

Zhang Chengling felt dizzy and dizzy. He opened his eyes in confusion, and saw two people sitting beside the bed.With a hoarse voice, he called weakly: "Uncle Zhou...Uncle Bai..."

Seeing that Zhang Chengling had woken up, the two also put away their thoughts.

Bai Yi touched his forehead, and seeing that the fever had subsided, he helped him sit up, let him lean against the bed, and asked, "Are you still feeling uncomfortable?"

"I'm fine, thank you Uncle Bai." Zhang Chengling followed his strength and sat up, looking at him gratefully.

Zhou Zishu took out a small porcelain bottle from his pocket, found two rolls of gauze in the low cabinet at the foot of the bed, handed it to Zhang Chengling, and said lightly: "Golden sore medicine, take care of it yourself if you're fine. The wound, don't get inflamed again."

Zhang Chengling took it with both hands, looked at them with complicated expressions, secretly touched the wound in his waist and abdomen, and bowed his head in silence.

Seeing the young man hesitate, Zhou Zishu said: "What about you, if you don't want to say it, you don't have to say it." The two didn't stop there, and told him to wait here first, and they left the ward hand in hand.

Zhang Chengling looked at the backs of the two people leaving, pursed his lips, straightened his upper body, and bandaged himself awkwardly.

Outside the medical clinic, the two soldiers split into two groups, white clothes went to buy food, water and luggage, while Zhou Zishu took the carriage to find an inn to stay. This small medical clinic, two wards, can't accommodate them two big and one small three old man.

Zhou Zishu didn't forget to ask Bai Yi not to forget to buy wine for him before parting. If he wants old wine, don't be tricked by the store to buy loose baijiu.

"Don't worry, if you forget anything, you won't forget to buy wine for your little ancestor."

There was a clear and clear laugh in the wind, helpless and doting.

The author has something to say:

Lao Bai is really a storytelling spirit, and he has prepared a complete script, but he just doesn't know how to perfectly integrate his story with this background.Really, why did I dig such a big hole for myself in the first place.

(Compromise, I just can’t hide things, I will update two chapters every day ㄟ(▔, ▔)ㄏ)