Chapter 128 Drift

Ou Yan's convoy traveled on the road for a few days. Although the elders of the sect who were receiving support had not arrived yet, elite disciples came from the Lotus Escort Bureau and the Piaomiao Sect's strongholds in several towns around him. Ou Yan's safety was guaranteed. Then, Aunt Qin issued an order asking the disciples of the four nearby sects to search for Zhang Xiaohua's people or bodies along the river road and find a reward. So, except for the disciples with missions, others all searched along the river.

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

Zhang Xiaohua, is she dead? She is alive?

Let’s talk about that day, that night, Zhang Xiaohua was hit in front of the chest by an old man in black, and immediately fainted. Her body was shocked and flew out, falling to the river side. Zhang Xiaohua was running towards the river with Ou Yan on her back. The place where they fought was not far from the river. Zhang Xiaohua was young and the old man in black had a strong palm force. Although this palm could not directly push Zhang Xiaohua into the river, only half of her chest was left on the river bank. How turbulent the river was at that time? In a moment, the river water rushed Zhang Xiaohua's legs and dragged him into the river. When He Tianshu looked for it, Zhang Xiaohua had no idea how far it had been washed away.

It was Zhang Xiaohua's luck. If the old man in black added half a point to his palm power, Zhang Xiaohua would "pull" into the river. It was probably the only thing that he would sink directly and then wash away. Zhang Xiaohua's legs first entered the water, and his upper half was dragged into the water behind him, but his head was exposed on the water surface. Otherwise, even if he was not beaten to death by the old man in black, the river would drown him.

Zhang Xiaohua, who had lost consciousness, was extremely relaxed, so she easily floated on the river. At this time, midnight had arrived, and Zhang Xiaohua was in a coma, and she was still a flashing dream, but I don’t know if he could see it.

In the darkness, Zhang Xiaohua floated in the water, flowing down the river, and flowing down three thousand feet. However, the drifting of this little flower is different from others. Generally speaking, people fall into the water, first float for a while, either sink into the water, or lean on the shore and stranded there. This is what Aunt Qin and the others imagined, so they asked their disciples to search along the river. But this little flower is good, and I don’t know if it is still small, or the body is frivolous, or it is a flashing dream. His small body seems to have no weight, floating in the river, and he firmly holds the small sword in his left hand, as if it is no longer the weight of the past. Zhang Xiaohua’s body is like a light wooden board, and the rapidity of the river water is.

Therefore, when He Tianshu looked for someone for the second time, Zhang Xiaohua was already rushed to a distance that they could not imagine. Later, Lan Dong assigned the personnel, based on experience, found a distance that they thought was "far", and this "far" was surpassed by Zhang Xiaohua early on.

At dawn, the rain still did not stop, and the river water became more and more urgent. Zhang Xiaohua was just above the river, and I don’t know how far she had drifted.

It was almost evening when Zhang Xiaohua finally floated to a roundabout river beside the river. I don’t know how far away it is from where Zhang Xiaohua fell into the water.

Next to the river bay is a simple thatched house, surrounded by several fences. A wooden shelf was inserted into the river from the open space of the thatched house. At this time, a girl about ten years old was sitting there, holding a fishing rod in her hand, holding her cheek with one hand, looking ahead with a blind eye. The girl was wearing goose yellow clothes, very neat, with long black hair, tied with a handkerchief from the top of her head, and floated casually behind her head. The girl's face was duck egg-shaped, with big eyes, small bags of eyes, fair skin, and a bright red beauty mole on the corner of her mouth. The girl's face was not extremely beautiful, but the black and white eyes and slightly raised willow eyebrows undoubtedly showed her imposing temperament.

The little girl is still at this age and is not yet in the season of thinking about spring, but why are she worried about her eyebrows?

At this time, the fishing rod in the little girl's hand seemed to have caught a big fish and slid out. The girl seemed to have unaware of it. Suddenly, a loving voice came from the thatched room: "Silly child, if you are distracted, not only will the fish not be able to catch it, but your fishing rod will also be stolen by the fish."

The little girl woke up like a dream and quickly held the fishing rod that was about to take off her hand. When she looked up at the river, she couldn't help but exclaim: "Master, you're a dead person."

"Huh?" The person in the room exclaimed in surprise and walked out from inside. It was a kind-looking old woman in her 50s dressed in extremely clean moon-white clothes, and a long sword was hanging around her waist.

The old man quickly walked to the front of the shelf and looked carefully. Isn’t it that Zhang Xiaohua was in a daze at the end of the fishing rod and above the hook?

The little girl looked at Zhang Xiaohua's "corpse" and said sadly: "Poor child, probably similar to me, just fell into the water like this. If his family members couldn't find him, they must be very sad."

As he said that, it seemed to touch something in his heart, and the sad face became more and more obvious.

The master looked at the "corpse" in the water and said, "Let's salvage him. Although we don't know where he fell from, the rain was heavy last night and the river water increased a lot, it was difficult to find his place. It would be better to bury him on the spot, so that we can avoid soaking in the water and becoming a food for fish and turtles."

The girl's sad expression did not ease. She just nodded and pulled the fishing rod back hard. When she followed the water flow, she pulled Zhang Xiaohua to the shore. The master walked closer and did not avoid anything. She reached out and pulled Zhang Xiaohua's arm. Fortunately, the shelf on the water was not very high, and the water had increased a lot today. The master leaned forward and grabbed it.

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

The girl was also very happy when she heard this and came over to help. However, she was small and had little strength, so what could she do? Moreover, Zhang Xiaohua was not very physically, so the master picked him out of the river with one hand, but she was more careful than before.

When the teacher saw that the little girl wanted to help, she smiled and said, "You go and boil water and boil some ginger soup. This child doesn't know how long he has been soaked in the water. There must be cold air. Drink some ginger soup to drive away the cold."

When the little girl heard this, she jumped away, and the sorrow between her eyebrows seemed to be a little less.

When the master took Zhang Xiaohua to the thatched hut, changed out of wet clothes, wrapped it with a thick quilt, took the pulse carefully, and used his internal energy to visit him, his expression became even more serious.

At this time, she saw the small sword that Zhang Xiaohua was holding tightly in her left hand, and tentatively pulled it out with her hand. Without pulling it out, she put Zhang Xiaohua's left hand and the small sword in her hand into the quilt.

When the little girl walked into the thatched hut with the bowl, the master was still wrinkled, as if thinking about something. The girl asked carefully: "Master, what's wrong with him? Can you still save him?"

When the teacher saw the girl worried, Zhan Yan said, "He was not a simple person who fell into the water, but suffered serious internal injuries and was knocked down from the river."

When the girl heard this, she felt even more sad and said, "He is about the same size as me, so who can he offend? It must be a bad person who hurt him like this. The master is not a martial arts master, so he must wake him up."

After hearing the girl's words, the teacher couldn't help but feel ashamed. She had been in the world for a long time and had a complicated consideration. She just now wondered if this young man was a bad person. No little girl could see clearly. What kind of evil bad person can a teenager be?

Since this is the case, how can I not save myself?

So the master told the little girl to go out and get a wooden basin and put it in front of the kang, then helped Zhang Xiaohua up, and put a meditation position with five hearts facing the sky. Then he sat upright behind Zhang Xiaohua, pressed his palms against his back, and then used his master's unique healing method to help Zhang Xiaohua treat the injuries of the Danjin Palm.

Soon, Zhang Xiaohua's face gradually turned red, and a faint heat simmered on her head. The master twitched his right palm, and immediately Zhang Xiaohua's back, and then he slapped his shoulder with a "pop". Zhang Xiaohua's mouth opened, and several large mouthfuls of blood were spitting out of his mouth, spitting it in the wooden basin. Most of the blood was black and solidified blood clots.

Seeing Zhang Xiaohua vomiting blood clots, the master breathed a long breath, put his palms away, and carefully placed Zhang Xiaohua flat on the kang. At this time, Zhang Xiaohua's face turned slightly rosy, his breathing was slightly calmer, and he saw a little sweat on his forehead, and there was a sign of living.

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

The master laughed and said, "How can it be that simple? I just pushed out the blocked blood. He has never practiced internal skills. His meridians are blocked, and healing injuries with internal skills is not very effective. Now only medicine and stone treatment is the best. That is the doctor's ability, and I can't do it, but in this wilderness, where can I find a doctor? The nearest market town is also a day's journey, so I still have to use light skills. How can his injury bear the bumps? I'm afraid he will lose his life if he doesn't have to."

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

The master said again: "This child is not sure which thief is injured. This move is very vicious. All the organs in the body are displaced. If the heart land is half heavy, it will die long ago. However, it is probably driven into the river. During this period, it is like drifting in the water. It is like sleeping on a kang. All the organs in the body have not been damaged anymore and have been recovering slightly. I still have a few good medicines for healing. I will take them here later to see the effect. Now the only way is to rest and see how his luck is."

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

The master smiled and said, "This is not possible. I just thought it was a mistake and fell into the water. Ginger soup can drive away the cold, but now it is an internal injury. This ginger soup is a stimulating thing. Wouldn't it be a fatal thing for him to drink? You might as well change some white water and feed him some elixir later."

The little girl went to get the white water as she said. The Master took out a white porcelain bottle from his arms, opened it carefully, poured out a black pill with a big thumb from it, then pried open Zhang Xiaohua's teeth, stuffed the pill into his mouth, and washed it with white water. Seeing that Zhang Xiaohua still had the consciousness of swallowing, the Master's confidence was a little more.

Zhang Xiaohua's arrival did not have much impact on the life of the teacher and the little girl. The teacher still went out every morning and came back in the evening. He only checked Zhang Xiaohua's situation in the evening and fed him a pill. The little girl was in the thatched hut, either dazed or aimlessly running around. Most of the time, she took a fishing rod and sat by the river, fishing with her thoughts.

Only the river water is turbulent every day, and I don’t know where it rains a lot. However, nothing appeared in the river and she never caught her fish.

After a few more days, the day became colder and winter was about to begin. The little girl couldn't stand the cold and wanted to grow a stove in the thatched hut. The teacher was in a peaceful mood and began to get irritable, and her brows frowned from time to time. She thought she had encountered a huge problem.

The little girl seemed to notice that the teacher was in an abnormal mood. She wanted to ask, but she didn't know how to speak.

That night, when the master of the teacher fed Zhang Xiaohua the last pill, the little girl asked, "Master of the teacher, your pill is gone, how can you feed him the medicine tomorrow?"

The master took Zhang Xiaohua's pulse and lost another internal force to check it in his body, saying, "There are only so many pills. If it can be effective, these will be enough. If it does not work, no matter how much it is, it will be useless."

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

The master smiled and said, "Saving people is in the process, not necessarily with a result. Just have a compassionate heart. But don't worry, this child recovers very quickly, beyond my expectations, his life should be worry-free, but for some reason he has not woken up all the time? If this continues, it is not a solution. I will still return to the sect before the New Year. You must go with me, and you can't leave you in the deep mountains anymore. But, if he doesn't wake up yet, would you want us to take him away?"

The little girl smiled and said, "Then let's take it away together. If you take me one, you should collect one, and if you collect the other one, you should collect the other."

The master patted her little head and said, "You are so light. My master's sect always accepts women but not men. Even male disciples are mostly external disciples. Moreover, I have never thought of accepting a male disciple."

The little girl spread her hands and said, "Then she can only bring him together and send him to the nearest market town and let him fend for himself."

The master said, "Don't think of any incitement. Don't talk about sending him to the town and fend for himself. In this situation, he will fend for himself when he arrives in the town."

The little girl blinked and said, "Then, maybe he might be fine before you finish your business?"

The master smiled and said, "There is nothing possible. I'll find that place..." When he said this, he suddenly woke up and smiled bitterly, saying, "You girl, just say it just if you want to ask, why are you still ziggling around the bush. However, this matter involves a lot and cannot be let you know for the time being. Even if someone asks, you can't say more, do you know?"

The little girl disagreed and said, "I understand, Master, I'll keep the secret for you."

The master knew that she didn't care about it and did not point it out. He continued, "It seems that my business can't be done this time, but I was mentally prepared and I will continue to do it in the future. Let's wait a few more days to see this time, and it will be too late to go back to the mountain."

The little girl pouted and said, "I'm listening to the master, I have no place to go anyway."

The master touched her head and said kindly: "It doesn't matter, you will have a place to go in the future."

Two more days later, early in the morning, when the morning sun shone endless light, Zhang Xiaohua, who had been unconscious on the kang of the thatched house, suddenly opened her eyes, and a ball of flashed in her black eyes.

Zhang Xiaohua, who had just woken up, looked at the unfamiliar tang, and was very strange. However, after a little recollection, she knew the general emotions. He tried to turn over and sit up, but he only raised his chest slightly, and immediately felt the pain in his chest. He couldn't help but moan and lay back on the kang. So he turned his head, looked around, and opened his mouth, trying to call someone, but just as he was about to speak, his chest was also painful and could not shout loudly, so he had to call softly, "Is anyone?"

The sound was extremely weak, like a cat's cry, who could hear it?

Fortunately, Zhang Xiaohua's arm was still able to move. Just as she was about to move, she found that her left hand was still holding the small sword tightly. Zhang Xiaohua held the small sword in front of her with infinite emotion. Looking at the familiar toy, he once again asked in his heart, what is this thing? Is it really a toy? When practicing sword moves on weekdays, it is understandable that the martial arts of the old man in black could not even pierce the body of the Piaomiao Sect with a long sword. It is really incredible that this small sword could easily penetrate it, and more importantly, this small sword did not open its edge.

Just as Zhang Xiaohua was about to do it, she suddenly heard a crisp voice: "Are you awake?"

Zhang Xiaohua turned around and saw a little girl with a figure similar to him standing at the door. Her face was like a duck egg, and her big eyes were a little rosy. She was holding a fishing rod in her hand. Zhang Xiaohua wondered, is this a fishing child from a fishing family? She had to go fishing early in the morning to make a living? However, she looked not too beautiful, but her temperament between her eyebrows could not deceive people. Which fishermen's children are so impatient?

Sure enough, the girl quickly put down the fishing rod and shouted: "Wait, I'll tell the master to go now."

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

Soon, the master walked 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 kang, took his pulse, and then poured a thread of true energy into Zhang Xiaohua's body. Then, he said, "Yes, child, you have recovered well. In the past ten days, you can recover from half of your injuries. Your body is really good, full of vitality. Alas, it's great to be young. You can recover so quickly even if you are injured."
Chapter completed!