【Qi Feng】A Simple and Crude Leg Treatment Story

Chapter 8

Working hard all the way, even if you are ashamed, you don't care about it. After finally reaching the place where you stay, you can't deal with it anymore.After the trivial matters were all over, Qi Wuhui boiled a large pot of water, the two of them scrubbed each other, found clean clothes from their bags and changed into them before going to sleep in peace.

Qi Wuhui saw that his obscene clothes were so dirty that the original white color could hardly be seen, he was embarrassed to throw them into the basin, and wanted to wash them by the river alone, Feng Wuya laughed and said: "It's already very late, why bother. Throw it in and soak overnight, then wash it in the morning."

Two wooden basins, the big one is for coats, the small one is for coats, people don’t mix their own coats with outsiders’, but there are not so many miscellaneous rules for the two children of the rivers and lakes. Furthermore, they were close brothers and sisters, like brothers and sisters, Qi Wuhui didn't care much about Feng Wuya, so he followed the good advice.

After turning off the lights, Feng Wuya slept on the side next to the wall, Qi Wuhui naturally slept on the outside, Feng Wuya couldn't fall asleep for a while, so he started a conversation: "Brother, do you remember when we went to Longyuan to wash clothes? It’s so cold, my hands are almost numb after washing.”

"Remember, a certain little idiot didn't know how to use the inner strength handguard, shaking like a sieve. Then what happened, sneaked behind me, trying to play a prank with his red hands from the cold, but slipped and fell into it. In the pool, after being rescued, he was still sobbing and crying non-stop. Tsk, I remember clearly."

Qi Wuhui's hand moved slightly, and then touched Feng Wuya's hand. In the darkness, their fingertips touched, and Qi Wuhui lightly stroked Feng Wuya's cold fingertips, which were full of calluses and leftovers from smelting and casting. Under the fine bruises.

"I also remember that a certain senior brother hugged me and cried with snot and tears after saving someone, and asked me to comfort him."

Feng Wuya turned his wrist, scratched Qi Wuhui's palm lightly twice, paused for a moment, and stroked Qi Wuhui's palm with his fingertips little by little.There is a fortune teller in Changfeng Station, who once read Qi Wuhui's palm, and concluded that he will make a big mistake in this life, and encounter ups and downs, not only his relatives and friends are in trouble, but his own life is also in danger, whether he can survive it is another matter.At that time, when he was young, his fame was going smoothly, his master and his school were healthy and harmonious, and the school was flourishing, the Huashan disciple sneered, didn't take it seriously, and threatened, "I don't believe it anymore. Could it be that my life was written on the palm of my hand from the very beginning? What's more?" How many of us in the Jianghu dare to think about dying in peace and stability, and you can just deceive the idiots over there with your bluffing words. Hey, god stick, if what you said doesn't come true, give me three years of wine?" The old fortune-teller stroked his beard, shook his head, and walked away step by step.At that time, Feng Wuya didn't believe it either.Thinking about it later, it’s probably not a fate predestined by God. It’s just that if you are full, you will lose, and if you are extremely arrogant, you will lose. It is the simplest truth.There is no good thing in the world that can get over together. The old things of Huashan and their temperament are the biggest hidden dangers. If it is not that one outbreak, there will always be a reason, but it will be sooner or later.

Qi Wuhui is really a very understanding person.That time, I fell into the bone-chilling pool, and was rescued while suffocating and struggling. On the shore, I was hugged by the same cold body, shivering from the cold. tears.Feng Wuya was startled and frightened, but his senior brother seemed to be in shock, more pitiful than him, Feng Wuya stretched out his hand and patted him on the shoulder, comforting him, "It's okay, senior brother, I'm here, I'm fine." The so-called newborn calf is not afraid of tigers, In fact, it’s just that when I was a child, I didn’t understand the preciousness of life, let alone the fragility of life, and the incomparable power of death, so I can easily recover and don’t take the near-death experience seriously.But Qi Wuhui has already seen how a living person died little by little to see the King of Hades, and even cut the enemy's throat with his own hands, and the blade of the sword was stained with blood.

Qi Wuhui is not afraid of water, but the water quality is not very good, but this has nothing to do with this matter.The moment Feng Wuya fell into it, he was obviously able to save him immediately, maybe Feng Wuya only used some wet shoes, but his nimble body during practice was disobedient at critical moments, it was so stiff that he couldn't move, his mind went blank, After he rescued the Venerable Master, he couldn't help but fear that he would not be able to save his junior brother if he was almost there.

Qi Wuhui took Feng Wuya's hand back, opened his eyes and said nonsense: "Nonsense, it's clear that you are crying so hard that your voice is almost hoarse, and you still come to slander your senior brother just like you."

Feng Wuya let him hold him obediently, he didn't intend to break free, but on the surface he just didn't know what to do, and smiled: "If you are in a hurry to deny what to do, I won't despise you."

"How dare you?!" Qi Wuhui feigned anger, raised his eyebrows, and looked a little angry.

Feng Wuya laughed for a while before continuing to say: "Don't dare, junior brother, how dare you, senior brother was majestic and calm at that time, he didn't sniff his nose, didn't wipe his tears, didn't hold me while crying and ran, and he didn't run away when junior brother had a fever. Thinking that the younger brother is about to die, he knelt by the bed and babbled about the deeds of oppressing the younger brother."

It was such a painful memory before, but as time goes on, it seems that it can be used as a talking point.

Qi Wuhui muttered: "Little heartless." Suddenly his body shook, the strength in his hands increased sharply, almost crushing the bones of Feng Wuya's hand in an instant, Feng Wuya grunted, Qi Wuhui hurriedly let go, and turned his back Go, panting secretly: "Okay, go to sleep."

"Senior brother?" Feng Wuya was not fooled by him, "Why... is it?"

The "Great Gift" of Wansheng Pavilion.

Qi Wuhui couldn't help curling up, sweating like beans, dripping down, and the new clothes were soon soaked in sweat. I don't know if he was hit by an evil trick when he was fighting with the Wansheng Pavilion before, and this time the pain was worse than before. It's hard to bear, besides the simple pain, there is also a sense of out of control like the reverse flow of blood, it seems that there is a wave of true energy that is not mobilized, Qi Wuhui forced it to accumulate in his chest, gritted his teeth and endured wave after wave The collision of waves, Feng Wuya's soft call in his ear was separated layer after layer, and he couldn't hear clearly. He turned his head, tremblingly stretched out his hand to caress Feng Wuya's cheek, and wanted to speak to comfort him. The sweet smell, that genuine energy seemed to peek at the weak point, and he couldn't wait to rush over again. Before Qi Wuhui's fingertips touched Feng Wuya, he immediately turned back and covered his mouth fiercely, black blood in the night dripped down the gap between his fingers Da da fall.

Feng Wuya propped up his upper body, took a full look, and said nothing, his hair hanging down to Qi Wuhui's cheeks, was also stained with blood.

The pain didn't dissipate with the spout of blood, his legs were still convulsing, and his breath became more disordered. Qi Wuhui wiped his lips with his sleeve, pretending not to care: "It's here again, you have to get used to it, just to disturb you Rest now, tomorrow I will find another—"

Feng Wuya suddenly leaned down and hugged him, not very tight, even Qi Wuhui, who is currently weak, can push him away with a light push, but Qi Wuhui was stunned for a long time, and couldn't bear it out of selfishness Pushing him away, he just said uncomfortably: "Okay, what does it look like, I still have blood on my body, it will get dirty."

Both of them were trembling, one was because of uncontrollable pain, the other was because of... because of what, fear, apprehension, hatred, pity.

Feng Wuya muffled, "Brother doesn't keep his word."

Qi Wuhui tilted his head and coughed up another mouthful of bloody foam, and said with a wry smile, "Why did I not keep my word?" Now even when he speaks, he has to use all his strength to utter a single word, from his throat to his viscera tremble like a knife Scrape fire.

Feng Wuya wished he could share the pain for Qi Wuhui at this time: "It's already agreed, senior brother should not only be more frank, but also try to rely on me to some extent. Don't you think I can turn a deaf ear to seeing you suffer so much? Sleeping with your head covered?"

Qi Wuhui's lips were trembling, he just shook his head, unable to speak, his face was bloodless, but his mouth was covered with blood, on his hands, arms, collar... everywhere, Feng Wuya was naturally unavoidable When he touched it, his upper body was almost completely bent over Qi Wuhui's body, and his head was also buried on Qi Wuhui's neck, refusing to lift it up.

Feng Wuya tightened his grip a little, and said in a low voice: "Brother, if it hurts, hug me tightly, hold my hand, or bite it."

"Don't mess around!" Qi Wuhui scolded immediately, and then softened, "Stay away from me, I can't control my inner strength and qi right now, and it will hurt you if your eyes turn red with pain."

Feng Wuya refused to say anything, Qi Wuhui's hand unknowingly also surrounded Feng Wuya, and in the end he had no choice but to accept his fate and let him go.

Qi Wuhui didn't lie or scare anyone, he couldn't control the strength of his hands, he pinched Feng Wuya's shoulder with one hand, and put his other hand on Feng Wuya's waist, once the pain of being broken bones and flesh hit him, he would Unconsciously use great strength.Feng Wuya thought, when he wakes up tomorrow morning, he will probably be covered in bruises.However, is this kind of pain as good as what the senior brother suffered?

Qi Wuhui smelled a strong rusty smell while he was drowsy, and he knew it was his own blood.The smell of blood is mixed with a faint smell of some kind of plant, which seems to be the residual saponin smell in the clothes or hair, probably from Feng Wuya, it can't be said to smell good or bad, but at this time it is particularly irritating People feel at ease, as if they can grasp a certain rope connected with reality in the ups and downs of the waves.

Thinking is a very exhausting thing. Qi Wuhui exhausted a lot of energy in the struggle against the chaotic zhenqi in his body, and was tortured by the pain so that it was difficult to maintain a clear mind, and it was difficult to form complete sentences. One is to avoid the pain of being scratched by a burning knife, if it is not for holding Feng Wuya, it may be so embarrassing that it will roll over.

When his sanity gradually returned and the pain subsided, he first heard Feng Wuya's "hissing" sound, and then the strong smell of blood in his mouth made him want to vomit, this was not the feeling after coughing up a few mouthfuls of blood He lowered his head and saw that he had bitten Feng Wuya's shoulder hard, and the blood on his shirt was even more unclear whether it was Qi Wuhui's own or Feng Wuya's.Qi Wuhui hurriedly tore off Feng Wuya's clothes, there was a huge tooth mark on his shoulder, the skin was torn, blood was still oozing out.

Feng Wuya was still in the mood to joke: "Senior brother, you really don't belong to a dog? You still bite so painfully through your clothes, and your teeth are sharper than a dog's."

"You won't run away!" Qi Wuhui didn't know whether to be angry with himself or Feng Wuya, most likely he felt distressed.

Feng Wuya said nonchalantly: "I'm afraid you'll bite your tongue and don't gnash your teeth, then I, as a junior, have to bear it."

Qi Wuhui almost couldn't mention it in one breath: "You! Nonsense!"

In the past, Kumei would often scold Qi Wuhui for nonsense, but now it is Qi Wuhui's turn to scold Feng Wuya for nonsense.

Qi Wuhui looked at the wound he had bitten off, and asked awkwardly, "Does it hurt?"

Feng Wuya sighed, "If you let me take a bite, you will know whether it hurts or not."

I don't know if it was so painful that he fed his head to the dog, but Qi Wuhui actually took it seriously, and said without hesitation: "Then you bite it back, and take it as an apology."

Feng Wuya didn't have that plan at first, and said: "Oh? Really? Then I bit it?" As he spoke, he leaned close to Qi Wuhui's shoulder and opened his mouth. Qi Wuhui closed his eyes and turned his head away. After waiting for a long time, nothing happened. The expected pain, he opened his eyes, Feng Wuya fell on top of him and trembled with laughter, unable to stop.

Knowing that he had tricked him, the lifeless Qi Wuhui saw that the wound on Feng Wuya's shoulder was no longer bleeding, so he pushed him back.

"It's really late, go to bed."

"Just sleep like this?"

"I don't have the energy to toss around anymore, it's just a spot of blood, anyway, I'm going to sleep." Qi Wuhui said as he pulled the quilt over his head, and after a while, there was a slight snoring sound.

Too deliberate.

Feng Wuya poked his back, Qi Wuhui remained motionless, Feng Wuya let out a chuckle, and relaxed, his eyelids were heavy, and he slowly fell asleep.