"There is no anal in the bad situation! (Master, don't panic)" Someone shouted on the horse's back, and the sound was very similar to that of Chinese, but Zhang Qian didn't understand a single word.

The dizziness caused by the loss of force made him unable to carefully think about what the other party was saying. He staggered half a step and struggled to hold an old elm tree with his left hand.

The rough bark of the old elm tree rubbed against his palms, causing a burst of burning pain. However, it also effectively slowed down his fall, at least preventing his face from directly contacting the ground.

"There is no evil! I'm so ￥##! " (Master, don't panic, we come to rescue each other specially) "The tiger, the road, kill Zhao Wei to death, and you can't see the surroundings, just to prevent...) The rescuers continued to shout and approach, and their movements were extremely straightforward. Halfway through, two people rode their horses out of the team, one on the left and one on the right to search for the grass and woods on both sides of the mountain road.

"Hey!" With only a little bit of strength left, Zhang Qian pushed at the tree root, reversed his head and upper body forty-five degrees, and changed from a dog's chewing shit to Ge You's paralysis.

It was still very embarrassed, but at least, it allowed him to raise his head and give the reinforcements a polite smile.

"I didn't..." The response only said two words and stuck in Zhang Qian's throat. Zhang Qian's eyes instantly glared uncontrollably, and his heart was like mercury, falling down, falling down, falling down, falling down, falling down, falling down!

"God, you don't have eyes! I just walked and looked at my phone!" A wailing sound rang out from my mind. At this moment, Zhang Qian knew that he had indeed traveled through time!

Although he was vaguely prepared in his heart before this, he was still hit and lost in the moment he saw the reinforcements wearing them!

There were eight rescuers who were late and were all riding horses, but the difference in level between them was obvious at a glance.

Among them, only two of them had strange-looking round hats on their heads, one black and one blue. The other six all put a gray cloth turban on their heads.

Under the cloth turban, there was dusty hair, wrapped like a bun, and a wooden stick with grease and twisted flowers was inserted horizontally in the center.

The two people wearing round hats wore earthy robes, while the other six were all dressed in gray-green long gowns and gray-green long trousers.

The two people wearing round hats each wore a pair of half-high boots, while the other six were wearing cloth shoes. The style of the cloth shoes was very ugly, twice as ugly as the old cotton shoes that Zhang Qian saw when he went to Qinghai countryside to teach during the summer vacation of his junior year!

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"Sure the evil! (Master, good)" Before he could see more, he hugged his hands on his chest with his hands and greeted him again.

"Ah, ah, it's okay, I'm fine!" Zhang Qian's soul was quickly pulled back by the other party's words and actions.

With his arms pressed on the ground, he struggled to sit up straight and responded loudly in Chinese, regardless of what the other party asked just now, and whether he could understand it.

When the other party is talking, put his left hand on his right hand and hugs gently. This is a fist-cuffing ceremony, a fist-cuffing ceremony! The standard etiquette of ancient Chinese people greeting him!

Zhang Qian has seen it in TV series before! During high school, there was a year when the epidemic was prevalent, and some people in society tried to promote this etiquette to avoid spreading the virus during handshakes!

This made his heart, which had been falling all the time, finally had contact with the bottom of the abyss. It was not ten thousand feet deep, and it was only two or three thousand feet long after he was killed.

Although he traveled through time, at least he was still in China, and on earth, he should have met Han people. He did not travel to an alien planet that had nothing to do with him, nor did he encounter headhunting tribes or cannibals!

"The evil force is thrust and is thrust... (Master can be injured)" Seeing that Zhang Qian's behavior finally became more normal, the black round hat lowered his head from the horse's back, and while looking at Zhang Qian's clothes, he continued to ask loudly.

It was still a chicken and a duck talking, but the person's expression and movement made Zhang Qian believe that he had no malice towards him. He struggled to sit up a little further. Zhang Qian put his left hand on his right hand and hugged him gently, "It's okay! Thank you!"

Black round hat didn't understand what he was saying, but he saw clearly his fist-clamping ceremony. A friendly smile immediately appeared on his dusty face, "￥@#天文￥#@##%￥…(It's so good, the master is fine)"

This sentence was not said to Zhang Qian, but to the blue round hat and cloth turban beside him. After the words came, except for the two riders who rode horses along the mountain road as a warning mission, everyone else jumped off their mounts and took two steps to come to Zhang Qian, and joined forces to help him get up.

"It's okay, I'm fine. I'm exhausted, just take a break!" He was not used to being taken care of, so Zhang Qian waved his hand with a red face. However, the turbans might not understand a word. He just supported his armpits and his back, dragging him up from the ground.

The "hiss" movement was too urgent and pulled the wound on the thigh, and Zhang Qian took a breath of cold air in pain.

This voice was better than all the polite words before. The turbans immediately slowed down. The guy wearing a blue round hat ran towards his own mount step by step. The moment he turned around, two short hat wings were exposed behind the round hat, jumping up and down, like two rabbit ears.

"Puff..." Zhang Qian held back his laughter and quickly turned his eyes from the back of the blue round hat to the cloth turban beside him.

The gray and green long gowns on the headscarves were all right-sided, and the length exceeded that of their knees. This discovery made him feel much more at ease.

As a liberal arts student, Confucius said, "Micro Guan Zhong, I'm wearing a hair on the left side!" Zhang Qian remembered it clearly. This was not because he had some plot in his imperial Han, but the only historical knowledge in his mind told him that in ancient times, agricultural civilization had more food and more hygienic living habits. After getting sick, there were Chinese medicine, rather than simply bleeding or jumping into the great god.

However, after less than twenty seconds in total, he couldn't be happy.

The blue round cap took out a gourd from under the saddle, pulled the plug open, and then filled the clay-gray powder with his own left hand.

Just as Zhang Qian was curious about what the earthy gray powder was, the blue round hat had already stuffed the gourd again, and ran back to him after taking three steps in two steps, lowered his head, and spitted two spits on the gray powder, "Bao!" Then, with lightning speed, he wiped the mixture of spit and gray powder on his wound!

"Ah" Zhang Qian shouted and dodged, and his eyes were dark again. It was not because of the pain, but because of the other party's actions.

Dodging was ineffective! Four cloth turbans supported him, enough to offset the little strength he had just recovered. The next moment, the fragrance of the medicine powder and the smell of bad breath penetrated into his nostrils at the same time.

"He is applying medicine to me, he is applying medicine to me! He is kind and kind! In ancient times, there are many people, and there are no infectious diseases, and there are no infectious diseases! You can't beat the doctor, but you can't give birth to a child without any child!" Zhang Qian tried hard to comfort himself in his heart to avoid raising his fist and smashing it on the face of the person who applied medicine to him.

"Injury @#*...%! (Minor injury, it's okay)" The kind-hearted blue round hat doctor, without knowing his nose at all, was almost smashed by the patient. He touched Zhang Qian's three wounds with his dirty fingers and made a loud judgment.

"It's okay, it's really okay, skin trauma, skin trauma!" Zhang Qian felt goose bumps all over his body, and he opened his throat and emphasized loudly.

The Blue Round Hat Doctor couldn't understand his words, and didn't pay attention to listening. His eyes fell beside his wounds and refused to move at all.

"You have a rest, I will do it myself, I will do it myself!" Zhang Qian was afraid that he would "treat" his wounds with new tricks, so he quickly lowered his voice a little, and discussed with the other party in a pleading tone.

The Blue Round Hat Doctor still deafed his prayer, and slowly stretched out his hand again, gently stroked his wound with his dirty fingers, as if he was stroking a priceless treasure.

"It's over, I'm meeting a pervert! God, how much hatred do I have with you?!" Although the fingers of the other party were still separated by a layer of jeans, more goose bumps appeared from Zhang Qian's body.

Taking a deep breath, he concentrated the only little strength left on his body on his left leg, and at the same time, he quietly aimed at the tip of the "perverted doctor"'s nose with his knees.
Chapter completed!