Chapter 128 Drifting

Ou Yan's convoy has been on the road for a few more days. Although the elders of the sect who are rescuing him have not arrived yet, elite disciples from the Lotus Escort Agency and the Piao Miao sect's strongholds in several surrounding towns have come, so Ou Yan's safety is considered safe. After ensuring the protection, Aunt Qin issued an order asking the disciples of the nearby sect to search for Zhang Xiaohua's person or body along the river. If they found Zhang Xiaohua, there would be a heavy reward. So, except for the disciples with tasks, everyone else Find all the way along the river.

However, until the seventh day, when Li Jian, Li Lao'er, Liu Qingyang and Liu Lao Wu, who came from Pingyang City, received Ou Yan's carriage, there was still no news about Zhang Xiaohua.

Zhang Xiaohua, is he dead? Is it alive?

Let's talk about that day, that night, that moment, Zhang Xiaohua was hit in the chest by the old man in black, and he fainted immediately. His body was shaken and flew out, falling sideways to the river. Zhang Xiaohua was carrying Ou on his back. Yan was originally running towards the river, and the place where they fought was not far from the river. Zhang Xiaohua was small in stature, and the old man in black had strong palm power. Although this palm could not directly hit Zhang Xiaohua into the river, it only left Half of her breasts were left on the river bank. The river was so fast at that time. Within a moment, the water washed over Zhang Xiaohua's legs and dragged him into the river. When He Tianshu looked for it, Zhang Xiaohua had no idea that he was being How far it rushed.

It was Zhang Xiaohua's luck. If the old man in black applied just half a point of palm power, Zhang Xiaohua would just "plop" into the river. In all likelihood, he would have sunk directly and then be washed away. But Zhang Xiaohua's His legs entered the water first, then his upper body was dragged into the water, but his head was exposed above the water. Otherwise, even if he was not beaten to death by the old man in black, the river would drown him.

Zhang Xiaohua, who was unconscious, was extremely relaxed and floated on the river easily. At this time, midnight has arrived, and Zhang Xiaohua, who is in coma, has another flashing dream, but I wonder if he can see it.

In the darkness, Zhang Xiaohua floated in the water, flying down the river three thousand feet. However, the drifting of this little flower is different from others. Generally, when someone falls into the water, it floats for a period of time and then either sinks into the water or approaches the shore and becomes stranded there. This is what Aunt Qin and the others imagined. So I asked my disciples to search along the river. But this little flower is good. I don’t know whether it’s because he is still small, or because his body is frivolous, or because he is having a flashing dream. His small body seems to have no weight, just floating in the river, and he holds it tightly The small sword in his left hand seemed to have lost its weight. Zhang Xiaohua's body was like a light wooden board. He was as fast as the river was strong.

Therefore, when He Tianshu asked someone to search for the second time, Zhang Xiaohua had already been rushed to a distance that they could not imagine. Later, the people assigned by Lan Dong only found a distance that they thought was "far enough" based on experience. But this "distance" was surpassed by Zhang Xiaohua long ago.

At dawn, the rain still didn't stop, and the river became more and more rapid. Zhang Xiaohua was just floating on the river, and she didn't know how far she had drifted.

Towards evening, Zhang Xiaohua finally drifted to a roundabout bend in the river. It was unknown how far away it was from the place where Zhang Xiaohua fell into the water.

Next to the bend of the river is a simple thatched house, surrounded by several fences. From the space of the thatched house, there is a wooden frame that stretches into the river. At this time, there is a girl about ten years old. , sitting there, holding a fishing rod in his hand, holding his cheek with one hand, staring blankly ahead. The girl was wearing goose-yellow clothes, very neat, with long black hair tied with a handkerchief from the top of her head. Drifting casually behind her head, the girl's face is duck egg-shaped, with big eyes, slight eye bags, fair skin, and a bright red beauty mark at the corner of her mouth. This girl is not extremely beautiful, but her black and white eyes are slightly raised. Her beautiful willow eyebrows undoubtedly express her compelling temperament.

At this age, the little girl has not yet reached the season of spring, but why is she so worried?

At this time, the fishing rod in the little girl's hand seemed to catch a big fish.

Sliding out, the girl seemed unaware. Suddenly, a kind voice came from the thatched house: "Silly boy, if you lose your mind again, not only will you not be able to catch the fish, but your fishing rod will also be stolen by the fish." .”

The little girl woke up from a dream and quickly grabbed the fishing rod that was about to be released. When she raised her eyes to look into the river, she couldn't help but exclaimed: "Master, he is a dead person."

"Huh?" The person in the room was surprised, and walked out. It was a kind-hearted woman in her fifties, wearing very clean moon-white clothes, with a long sword hanging on her waist.

The old man walked quickly to the front of the shelf. When he looked carefully, at the end of the fishing rod and above the fishhook, wasn't it Zhang Xiaohua who was in a coma?

The little girl looked at Zhang Xiaohua's "corpse" and said sadly: "The poor child is probably about the same size as me. He fell into the water like this. The family must be very sad when they can't find him."

As he spoke, something seemed to be touched in his heart, and the sadness on his face became more obvious.

The master looked at the "corpse" in the water and said: "Then let's fish him out. Although we don't know where he fell into the water, it rained heavily last night and the river has risen a lot, which is not good. To find where he came from, why not bury him on the spot, so as not to soak him in the water and become food for fish and turtles."

The girl's sad look did not lighten up. She just nodded and pulled the fishing rod back hard. When Zhang Xiaohua was pulled to the shore along the current, the master walked closer and without any hesitation, she stretched out her hand to pull Zhang Xiaohua's hand. Fortunately, the shelf on the water was not very high. The water had risen a lot today, so Master Tai leaned forward a little and caught it.

The master grabbed Zhang Xiaohua's arm and was about to drag him to the shore when suddenly he looked happy and shouted: "He is still alive."

The girl was very happy after hearing this and hurried over to help. However, she was small and weak, so how could she help? Moreover, Zhang Xiaohua's body was not heavy, so the master lifted him out of the river with one hand, but he was more careful than before.

When the teacher saw that the little girl wanted to help, she smiled and said, "Go and boil some water and make some ginger soup. This child has been soaking in the water for I don't know how long. He must be cold. Drink some ginger soup to ward off the cold."

When the little girl heard this, she jumped up and ran away, and the sadness on her brow seemed to be lessened.

When the master took Zhang Xiaohua to the thatched cottage, changed out of his wet clothes, and wrapped him in a thick quilt, he checked his pulse carefully and used internal force to explore his body, his expression became more serious.

At this time, she saw the small sword that Zhang Xiaohua was holding tightly in her left hand. She tried to pull it out with her hand, but when it didn't move, she put Zhang Xiaohua's left hand and the small sword into the quilt.

When the little girl walked into the thatched hut with the bowl, the teacher's shirt was still wrinkled, as if she was thinking about something. The girl asked carefully: "Master, what's wrong with him? Can he still be saved?"

Seeing that the girl was worried, the master said with a smile: "He did not fall into the water for nothing, but suffered serious internal injuries and was knocked into the river."

When the girl heard this, she became even more sad and said: "He is about the same size as me, how can he offend anyone? It must be a bad person who caused him to be like this. Master is not a martial arts master, so he must be saved."

After hearing what the girl said, the teacher couldn't help but feel ashamed secretly. He had been in the world for a long time, and his thoughts were too complex. Just now, he actually thought about whether this boy was a bad guy. No little girl could see clearly. A teenager. What kind of heinous villain can a young man be?

In this case, how could he not save himself?

So, the teacher asked the little girl to go out and get a wooden basin and put it in front of the kang. Then she helped Zhang Xiaohua up and assumed a meditation posture with five hearts in the sky. Then she sat upright behind Zhang Xiaohua, with her palms on his shoulders. He immediately used his master's unique healing method to help Zhang Xiaohua treat the injury of Danjinzhang.

After a while, Zhang Xiaohua's face gradually turned rosy, and a faint heat steamed up from his head. The teacher's right palm twitched, and Zhang Xiaohua's back was immediately slapped with a "snap" sound. On the shoulder, Zhang Xiaohua's mouth opened in response, and several large mouthfuls of blood spurted out from the mouth, spitting it into the wooden basin. Most of the blood was black clots that had solidified.

Seeing Zhang Xiaohua vomiting out blood clots, the master took a deep breath, put away her palms, and carefully laid Zhang Xiaohua flat on the kang. At this time, Zhang Xiaohua's face was slightly rosy, her breathing was slightly steady, and her forehead was clear. Maybe there was a slight sweat, and there was a little sign of life.

The little girl quickly took the wooden basin out, poured the dirty blood into the river, returned to the house, and asked carefully: "Master, is this cured?"

The master smiled and said: "How can it be that simple? I just forced out the blocked dirty blood. He has never practiced internal energy, and the meridians are blocked. Using internal energy to heal injuries is of little effect. Nowadays, only medicine and stone treatment are the best. That's what a doctor is capable of, and I can't do it. But where can I find a doctor in this barren mountain? The nearest market town is also a day's journey away, so I still need to use Qinggong. How can he withstand the bumps with this kind of injury? If you don’t reach the market town, you will lose your life.”

The little girl frowned and said, "What should we do?"

The master said again: "I don't know which thief this child was injured by. This attack was very vicious. All the organs in the body were displaced. If the heart was half heavier, he would have died a long time ago, but he was probably punched in." In the river, drifting in the water during this period is like sleeping on a kang. All the organs in the body have not been damaged anymore and are already recovering slightly. I still have a few good healing medicines here, which I will give to him soon. , let’s see the effect, the only solution now is to rest and see what his luck is like.”

The little girl seemed to understand, nodded slightly, looked at the cold ginger soup next to her and said, "Do you still want to feed him this?"

The master smiled and said: "This won't work. Just now I thought it was a mistake and he fell into the water. The ginger soup can drive away the cold, but now it's an internal injury. This ginger soup is an irritating thing. Wouldn't it be fatal if he drank it? You'd better change it again Some plain water, let’s feed him some elixir later.”

The little girl followed the instructions and went to get some water. The master took out a white porcelain bottle from her arms, opened it carefully, and poured out a black pill as big as a thumb's belly. Then she pried open Zhang Xiaohua's teeth and stuffed the pill into her mouth. Rinse it down with plain water and see that Zhang Xiaohua still has the consciousness to swallow, which makes Master Tai feel more confident.

The arrival of Zhang Xiaohua did not have much impact on the lives of the teacher and the little girl. The teacher still went out every morning and came back in the evening. She only checked on Zhang Xiaohua in the evening and fed him a pill. The little girl was in the thatched house, either in a daze or running around aimlessly. Most of the time, she took a fishing rod and sat by the river, fishing with her heart in mind.

Only the river was turbulent every day, and she didn't know where it rained a lot. However, nothing appeared in the river anymore, and she never caught any fish.

A few more days passed like this, and it became increasingly cold. Winter was coming soon. The little girl couldn't stand the cold and already wanted to light a stove in the thatched house. The master's originally peaceful mood began to become irritable, and his brows wrinkled from time to time, thinking that he had encountered a huge problem.

The little girl seemed to have noticed the abnormal mood of the master, and wanted to ask, but didn't know how to ask.

That night, when the teacher gave the last pill to Zhang Xiaohua, the little girl asked: "Master, your pills are gone, how can you feed him medicine tomorrow?"

The master checked Zhang Xiaohua's pulse, then injected some internal force into his body to check, and said, "There are only so many pills here. If they have an effect, these are enough. If they don't, no more pills will be useless."

The little girl was a little worried and said, "How is he now? Is it effective? Don't let us fish him out and bury him. It's not worth it."

The master smiled and said: "Saving people is a process, not necessarily a result. Just have a compassionate heart. But don't worry, this child recovered very quickly, beyond my expectation." Besides, life should be worry-free, but I don’t know why I haven’t woken up yet? If this continues, there is no way. I have to return to the faction before the year, and you also have to go with me, but you can’t I’ll keep you in the mountains. But if he’s still awake, do you think we should take him with us?”

The little girl smiled and said: "Then let's take it away together. If you accept one of me, you will accept it, and if you accept the other one, you will accept it too."

The master patted her little head and said, "You are putting it lightly. My sect has always accepted women but not men. Even the male disciples are mostly from the outer sect. What's more, I have never thought about accepting women." A male disciple."

The little girl spread her hands and said, "Then we can only take him with us, send him to the nearest market town, and let him fend for himself."

The master said: "Don't think of any plan to provoke the general. Let alone send him to the town to fend for himself. In his case, he will die on his own once he gets to the town."

The little girl blinked and said, "Then, maybe he will be fine before you finish the work?"

The master smiled and said: "There is no possibility, I have looked for that place..." At this point, he suddenly realized and smiled bitterly and said: "You girl, if you want to ask, just say it directly, why are you beating around the bush, but, This matter involves a lot, and I can’t let you know about it for the time being. Even if others ask, you can’t say more, do you understand?”

The little girl said disapprovingly: "I know, Master, I'll just keep it a secret for you."

The master knew that she was not interested in it and did not point it out. She continued, "It seems that my matter will not be done this time. However, I have been mentally prepared for it. I will just take care of it in the future. We will wait. Give it a few days, look at this time, it’s still too late to go back to the mountain.”

The little girl pouted and said, "I listen to Master Tai. Anyway, I have nowhere to go."

The master touched her head and said lovingly: "It doesn't matter, you will have a place to go from now on."

Two days later, in the early morning, when the morning sun was shining with endless light, Zhang Xiaohua, who had been unconscious on the bed in the thatched house, suddenly opened his eyes. In his black eyes, there was a flash of light, which disappeared in a flash.

Zhang Xiaohua, who had just woken up, looked at the unfamiliar thatched cottage and felt very strange. However, after a little recall, he knew the general mood. He tried to turn over and sit up, but he only raised his chest slightly, and immediately felt unbearable pain in his chest. He couldn't help but groan and lay back on the kang. Then he turned his head, looked around, opened his mouth, and wanted to call someone, but just as he was about to speak, his chest hurt. He couldn't shout loudly, so he had to call out a few times softly, " anyone there?"

The sound was extremely weak, like a cat meowing. Who could hear it?

Fortunately, Zhang Xiaohua's arms could still move. Just when he wanted to move, he found that his left hand was still holding the small sword. Zhang Xiaohua held the small sword in front of him with great emotion. Looking at the familiar toy, he felt Once again, the question arises, what on earth is this? Is it really a toy? It is understandable that when practicing sword moves, it is pierced into a big tree or stone, but the martial arts of the old man in black is such that not even the disciples of the Piaomiao Sect can pierce the body with a long sword, but this small sword can actually do it. It's unbelievable how easily it penetrated, not to mention that this little sword didn't have a sharp edge.

Zhang Xiaohua was thinking when she suddenly heard a clear voice: "Are you awake?"

Zhang Xiaohua turned around and saw a little girl with a similar build to him standing at the door. Her duck-egg face was red from the cold, her big eyes were shining with a hint of surprise, and she was holding a fishing rod in her hand. Zhang Xiaohua wondered for a while, is this the child of a fisherman's family? Going fishing early in the morning to make a living? However, her appearance is not too beautiful, but the temperament between her eyebrows cannot be deceived. Which fisherman's child is so attractive?

Sure enough, the girl quickly put down the fishing rod and shouted: "Just wait, I will tell the teacher to go."

After saying that, he turned around and ran out, his black hair flying, leaving a beautiful scenery behind.

Not long after, the master walked away quickly and said happily: "God bless you, you finally woke up in time, let me take a look first."

After saying that, he walked to Zhang Xiaohua's bed, took his pulse, and injected another ray of Qi into Zhang Xiaohua's body. Then he said, "That's right, my child, you have recovered very well. In the past ten days, you have actually recovered." You can recover less than half of your injuries. Your body is really not in good shape and you are full of vitality. Oh, it’s great to be young. You can recover so quickly even from injuries."

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