[Lu Xiaofeng] Blindness

Ximen Chuuxue looked at them one by one, and he had a rough idea.

Then he directly ordered all kinds of healing tools to be brought. He held a dagger that was sharp enough, and then used hot oil to soften the wound.

Facing the gushing blood, his hands were still very steady. Even those around who didn't know his medical skills would never have thought at this moment that this was the first time Ximen Chuuxue treated someone's wound.

It was too calm, not a single action was superfluous. I have to say that this did comfort the few people present to a great extent, including the few old men who were dying.

Ximen Chuuxue twisted the needle and thread with his fingers, gently pierced the flesh, and sewed up the wound bit by bit with gut. He did it very carefully and meticulously until the last wounded person was sewed up.

"According to this prescription, if you drink the medicine soup, you still won't be able to survive the night." Ximen Chuuxue shook his head and didn't say anything more.

Several people around quickly took the prescription.

"Understood, thank you son!"

"Troublesome son."

Ximen Chuuxue stood up and nodded slightly.

It was already midnight at this moment, and the night was dark, so he was so busy before he knew it. Ximen Chuuxue came out of the tent, took a breath of fresh air outside, and finally felt a little more comfortable.

At this moment, two teenagers, one carrying the food and the other hugging the quilt, walked over with warm and respectful smiles on their faces.

Only then did Ximen Chuuxue feel a little hungry.

After dinner, he lay in the paved tent, looking at the full moon outside, he couldn't sleep for the first time.

He couldn't help raising his hands and staring at them seriously. Under the hazy moonlight, his fingertips became more and more transparent and slender like white jade. There were thick calluses on the fingertips and tiger's mouth, but this did not affect the beauty of his hands. Perfect.

This is the hand of a swordsman, it can kill.

Today, it is also the hand of a healer, it can save lives.

Ximen Chuuxue slowly clenched his fists, unable to express his mood for a while.

On the second day, the seriously injured patients, except for one very old man, survived and their injuries gradually improved. Ximen Chuuxue stayed for two more days to ensure that the injuries did not recur before leaving.

On the day he left, the bag on the horse's back was bulging, full of food and fur of excellent color, all of which were sewn together so that he would not refuse.

Ximen Chuuxue was too lazy to do anything, and led his horse to the Daxue Mountain by himself.

It's just that after walking halfway, Ximen Chuuxue heard some strange movements, not like horses, nor like cattle and sheep, the steps were very slight, and of course they were not people.

Ximen Chuuxue had already guessed that it was a wolf.

This kind of creature is indeed vengeful and cunning. Seeing that there is only one of him, he feels that he has seized an opportunity.

Ximen Chuuxue raised his eyes, his hand was finally on the sword again after many days.

And at the very end of the gaze, a prairie wolf with navy blue fur poked its head out gently.

After a stick of incense, there were wolf corpses all over Ximen Chuixue's feet, scarlet blood smeared the grass and the loess red.

He retracted his sword indifferently, and wanted to leave directly, but he heard a slight call.

Following the sound, a wet ball of hair was wriggling in the belly of the fallen corpse of a female wolf.

Ximen Chuuxue gently picked it up.

The wet hair, the eyes have not been opened yet, the umbilical cord is still attached to the body, the bloody lump is warm, and even trembling, Ximen Chuixue tear off a piece of clothes with a expressionless face, and wipe the hairball clean little by little. bloody,

Soon the white cloth was dirty, but this little thing was a little cleaner. Ximen Chuuxue wrapped it in a parcel and threw it on the horse's back.

Continuing on the road, when he was about to reach Daxue Mountain, Ximen Chuixue saw Sikong Zhaixing at the foot of the mountain.

That person was wearing a dusty padded jacket, and he was so cold that he shrank into a ball, but even so, his gaze was a little less provocative than before, but his tone was still a bit yin and yang.

"Hey!" Sikong Zhaixing raised his chin, his eyes were as bright as the wind: "Wuta has already returned to the mountain."

"Oh." Ximen Chuuxue kept walking.

"Hey, it's rare for you to go back like this next time on the mountain? It's too boring!" Sikong Zhaixing snorted, "Don't go, the mountain has been sealed and the slings are frozen. You can't go back to this thousand-foot cliff." How do you get there alone?"

Ximen Chuuxue finally turned around and looked at him.

"what happened?"

Sikong Zhaixing's expression became a little more serious.

"According to my cheap master, the Daxue Mountain will be closed every three years, and the time may vary from two to three months." Sikong Zhaixing said triumphantly: "So, we don't have to go back."

At this time, an old man who was also wrapped in a padded jacket suddenly appeared behind Sikong Zaixing. The old man was naturally none other than the old man Hanjiang's younger brother, Chihe.

He glanced at Ximen Chuuxue, nodded, then picked up Sikong Zaixing's neck, and strode forward.

"Oh, let me go."

"If you pull my neck again, it will break my neck."

Ximen Chuuxue glanced back at the Daxue Mountain, and rode his horse together.

They didn't stop to rest until noon. At this time, Sikong Zhaixing naturally noticed the cub in his arms.

"My God, Ximen Chuuxue, where did you get this? You haven't weaned yet! Hey, you don't have any teeth!" When Sikong Zhaixing stretched out his claws for the third time, Ximen Chuuxue finally couldn't bear it anymore and threw the wolf cub into his arms Li, "It's yours."

"Hey, you just threw it to me like this? I'm really irresponsible!" Sikong Zhaixing complained in a low voice, and then happily carried the cub to feed it.

Ximen Chuuxue sat alone, stirring the bonfire under his feet from time to time. It was obviously an extremely warm warm yellow light, but reflected on his face, it was even more distant.

"Have you ever studied medicine?" Chi He asked.

"kindness."

"How many herbs do you know?"

"Six thousand one hundred and sixty two."

"Oh, what about the prescription, how many cases have been diagnosed and treated?" Chihe obviously became interested.

Ximen Chuuxue looked at him quietly, then shook his head sharply: "No."

"not a single one?"

"En." Ximen Chuuxue thought for a while and said: "At most, he has dealt with trauma."

"Alright." Chihe nodded.

If Ximen Chuuxue knew what was going on in the mind of the senior in front of him at that time, he would have turned around and left without saying a word, but in the next few days, Ximen Chuuxue still faintly sensed something was wrong.

They did not stay in those tribes anymore, but the prairie people they saw were all riding horses and wearing armor, coming and going in a hurry.

"Is this going to war?" Sikong Zhaoxing asked unconsciously.

It was only now that Chihe was finally willing to explain that Wuta actually returned to Daxue Mountain very early. After he separated from Ximen Chuixue that day, he originally planned to go to the Dafeng Tribe to save people, but he didn't expect that he hadn't had time to get there yet. The tribal leader to be diagnosed and treated has already died, it is said that it was assassinated, but in this way, there is no need for him to go again.

After this incident, the situation on the grassland suddenly became serious, and the war was imminent.

"So?" Sikong Zhaixing's expression turned ugly, "What exactly did you bring us here for?"

Chihe took a deep look at the two of them.

"The last trial of the Daxue Mountain burglars, save 1000 people, or kill 1000 people."

"Hiss!" Sikong Zhaixing took a deep breath, "What kind of bullshit trial is this? Is it okay if I don't join your Daxue Mountain? You didn't even mention it back then!"

Chihe's face was very cold: "I reminded you, the three trials, climbing the ice ladder, and passing through the battle map, are only two trials, testing perseverance and aptitude, and the third stage is xinxing. If you want to leave, It’s also okay, as long as you abolish your skills, you will have nothing to do with Daxue Mountain from now on.”

Sikong Zhaixing's face was obviously distorted, but Ximen Chuuxue was not surprised. The three trials, the old man Hanjiang had indeed mentioned, and he had doubts, so it should be here.

He calmly said: "If you save one person and then kill them, how about a thousand for each?"

Chi He smiled: "Naturally, it's considered a pass."

Ximen Fuxue nodded: "I understand."

He rode on his horse and left, Sikong Zhaixing hurriedly followed after seeing this, "Hey, hey, Ximen Chuuxue, are you really going to do what that old bastard says?"

While speaking, he pretended to glance behind him casually, and sure enough, Chihe followed him from a distance.

"Regardless of saving people or killing people, it will definitely have an impact on the war on the grassland." Ximen Chuixue said flatly, "Quick battles are the most important thing."

Sikong Zhaixing paused: "You choose to kill?"

Compared with killing a thousand and saving a thousand, the former is naturally more difficult, but the latter takes a long time.

Ximen Chuuxue didn't make a sound, he looked into the distance, and inexplicable thoughts flashed in his eyes.

In fact, in his opinion, there is no difference between the two.

Gale Tribe.

The leader who had just succeeded to the throne was a little surprised when he heard the people from Daxue Mountain came to visit.

He remembered that Daxueshan had never interfered in the internal affairs of the grassland, but this year it seemed that someone had become a disciple of Daxueshan, and he knew it immediately, probably because of the so-called trial, who came here for a request.

Thinking of this, the leader suddenly felt a little proud. Being able to use this to connect with the beliefs of the grassland would be of great help to his future rule. At least no one would attack him because he did not follow the last words of the former leader.

For a while, the leader of the Dafeng Tribe looked forward to meeting the Daxueshan disciples even more.

In front of you is the largest tent of the Gale Tribe. The ground is covered with thick animal skins. On the low tables are delicious wines, delicacies and fresh fruits. In addition, there is even a row of dancers in extremely bold clothes slowly stepping over from the back door.

A trace of complacency flashed across the face of the leader of the Gale Tribe. He was obviously very satisfied with what he had now. He did not hesitate to unite with outsiders and design the former leader for this unique position.

It's a pity that in the eyes of Sikong Zhaixing, who has experienced the prosperity of the Central Plains, this self-satisfied leader is no different from the most infamous upstart rich man.

Not to mention Ximen Chuuxue, Wanmei Villa has no shortage of maids and servants, let alone land and money.

Moreover, what Yu Luocha gave him was always the best.

The leader raised his wine glass and said loudly, "It's really an honor for me, Nubhad, to be able to invite disciples from Daxue Mountain today. Now, let me offer a toast to both of you."

All the people present here are Nubuhad's cronies and subordinates. Hearing this, they raised their wine glasses and prepared to drink with them.

"No need." Ximen Chuuxue didn't even touch the wine in front of him, he looked up and looked outside the door, and said slowly: "It's a beautiful day today."

Nubuhad didn't understand what he meant, so he forced a smile and said, "Yes, is there something wrong, young master?"

Ximen Chuuxue turned to look at him and nodded.

"Suitable for killing."

The author has something to say: Well, I will work hard to update, Ye Xi is super cute, really! !