"Why...huhu...is it you?"

When he came to the side and ran all the way, Shi Wen, who was already out of breath, realized that the girl sitting on the ground, crying with heartbroken eyes, was the girl he met just now at Sichuan Xiang Pavilion.

There is a gluttonous junior sister named "Xiao Bai" who is naturally stupid. The seriously injured person lying on the ground is obviously the former generous junior brother who looks like a red soldier. [..com]

The girl was obviously lost in thought and turned a deaf ear to Shi Wen's questions. She only stared at the boy on the ground and cried sadly.

Zhang Jin, however, had no time to spare and could not speak.

"Don't talk nonsense. Mosquito, call the emergency number and call an ambulance. Come here, the third child, tear off your clothes and use this medicine to bandage the wound."

As he said this, Zhang Jin paused for a moment while tapping his left hand on his junior brother. He took out a box the size of a fist from somewhere and handed it to Xiao Fei, who came over after hearing the boss's instructions.

Then, Zhang Jin continued to be busy waving his hands on the younger brother's body. Xiao Fei also obeyed and tore the clean middle coat he had just put on into strips, and took out the sticky ointment in the box.

Apply to the wound.

Xiao Fei is a general practitioner in the emergency room. He has to deal with trauma almost every day. He is naturally familiar with hemostatic bandaging. What's more, the box of elixir Zhang Jin handed over is surprisingly effective. It is like glue and oil.

As long as the ointment is lightly applied to the wound, no matter how violent the bleeding is, it will be easily blocked without any risk of being washed away. In comparison, those famous white and red medicines are much inferior.

The injury of this young junior brother is undoubtedly very serious. His spleen is ruptured, his lungs are pierced by broken ribs, at least three vertebrae are seriously damaged, his skull is fractured, and he has blood in his brain...

Let's put it this way, if he hadn't received the most appropriate treatment in less than two minutes after the injury. If the person who treated him was not Zhang Jin, I'm afraid that by the time Xiao Fei and Shi Wen arrived out of breath, this young junior brother in his prime would have been injured.

It's already a corpse.

…………

Because I stayed in the hospital until very late the night before, and then I went back to the hotel to rest.

On the second day, it was not until almost noon that Xiao Fei, the last person in bed, finally got up from the bed.

After the three old men tidied up their appearance, they left the hotel and drove to the meeting place of the 'Knight Front'.

After all, the 'Xia Ke Front' is a niche forum. There are only a hundred or so senior gang members, and everyone is in different places. So even though this may be the only gathering, it will also be the last gathering. Beforehand,

The number of people who signed up to participate was not large, only about twenty people.

The venue for the party was just a medium-sized VIP room in the Red View Hotel.

"Tianya Hall No. 4...should be right here!"

Shiwen looked at the sign on the double-open solid wood door. He said firmly while reaching out and pushing the door open.

As the door was pushed open by the stone pattern, I saw seven or eight people sitting on the sofa opposite the door. As soon as the three brothers showed their heads at the door, these people stopped their lively conversation in unison,

Looked over.

As soon as his eyes glanced at the faces of these people, Shi Wen couldn't help being stunned, and then he hurriedly smiled on his face and said apologetically: "Sorry. I went to the wrong door!" He quickly closed the door again.

After the door closed, Shi Wen turned around to face Zhang Jin and Xiao Fei with a mihuo look on his face: "That's wrong, I remembered it was Tianya Hall No. 4!"

"That's right, look at the people inside, do they look like people who attend online gatherings?"

Regarding Shi Wen's words, Zhang Jin pushed back without hesitation. Xiao Fei also nodded repeatedly, expressing his agreement with his boss's point of view.

Although the two of them were following Shi Wen just now, when Shi Wen opened the door, the two brothers saw through Shi Wen's shoulders that the seven or eight people drinking tea and chatting on the sofa were all excited.

Cang Cang, even the youngest one is an old man with gray hair.

Of course, given the age of these old men and women, they don't look like people who can brag and fight with me in the forum. They don't look like they are trendy enough to organize gatherings of netizens.

"I guess the notice on the Internet is wrong! What should I do? The address given on the Internet is here!"

Shi Wen took out his mobile phone and flipped through the notice of the 'Knights' Front', and was dumbfounded!

Just when the three brothers were standing outside the door of Tianya Hall No. 4, feeling confused, the wooden door that had been tightened by the stone pattern was pulled open from the inside.

"A few of you guys are also here to attend the 'Knights' Front' party!"

An old man with a bright head and pale face asked in a loud voice.

After asking the question in one sentence, the three brothers looked at each other for a long time, and then Shi Wen, who acted as the spokesperson, said calmly: "You said, 'You are also here to participate'... Well! Old man, are you guys doing the same..."

Not only Shi Wen, but also Xiao Fei and Zhang Jin, who considers himself a calm and superhuman person, have expressions of disbelief on their faces. Could it be that this old man who looks to be at least seventy years old is also one of the backbones of the front?

"I am a real person from Changchun..."

The old man laughed openly, stretched out his hand to shake Shi Wen's hand, and introduced himself.

"Master Niubi Hall?"

The three brothers exclaimed in unison. This is too dramatic!

'Changchun Zhenren' is one of the 'Seven Quanzhen Sons' in the Condor Series, and is the Taoist name of Qiu Chuji. He is definitely one of the most active members in the 'Xia Ke Front' forum. He is also the leader of the Taoist forum, and everyone calls him

As the 'Niubi Hall Master'.

Although the hall leader also claimed to be an old man when chatting on the forum, Zhang Jin and others always thought that the hall leader was at most forty years old. After all, people of this age are already considered on the Internet.

He is already living a long life. He never expected that he is really an old man.

"Master Niubi Hall... um... Mr. Qiu... um... senior..."

Although I could easily call him 'Niubi Hall Master' on the Internet, after meeting this old man in person, Shi Wen really couldn't say it when he used this somewhat impolite title.

The 'Niubi Hall Master' waved his hand in a very general manner.

"Don't bother. Just call me 'Niubi Hall Master' or 'Niubi'. It sounds good to me. Okay. Let's not delay, come in and get to know each other."

With that said, he pushed the door open and led the three young men into the hall.

"Old guys, the young people on our front are finally here!"

When the 'Niubi Hall Master' greeted him with a wide smile, the old men who were sitting on the sofa stopped showing off and stood up one after another to greet him.

"It turns out they are really from our 'Xia Ke Front'! I thought I had gone to the wrong door before?"

Several old men said one after another.

After some pleasantries, the next step was to introduce each other.

Shi Wen is also a person with clear eyebrows. From the previous self-introduction of "Niubi Hall Master", he only mentioned his online name and did not mention his name or surname. It can be seen that these people should be just for "martial arts"

It came from a hobby and had no intention of deepening the connection with reality. Therefore, Shi Wen did not tell his real name. He only gave his forum nickname.

"Well... hello, seniors. I am Jin Wuwang, the envoy of wealth."

"It turns out to be Xiaocai Mi!" Several old men laughed heartily in unison, obviously they were quite familiar with the stone patterns.

When Shi Wen first joined the forum, he had not yet been admitted to be an actuary. But he was already determined to work in a career related to money. So he simply chose a name, "Financial Envoy Jin Wuwang".

This is the person who manages and collects money for the boss "Happy King" in "The History of Martial Arts". He is also the only one among the four envoys of Happy King - "Jiu", "Wealth" and "Qi" - to have a good death, and to be with the positive protagonist.

One of Shen Lang's friends.

"Hey, hello everyone. I'm 'Zhongyuan Two Dots of Red'!"

This is Zhang Jin's nickname. His name was chosen very casually. I just thought the name Zhongyuan Dianhong in "The Legend of Chu Liuxiang" was cool, so I adapted it.

Zhang Jin is also an active member of the forum, so naturally several old men also smiled and nodded in greeting.

“I am ‘Sentimental Sword’, hello seniors!”

This is Xiao Fei's nickname. The origin of his nickname is far less profound than Shi Wen's. It's just because the 'Ruthless Sword' A Fei in "The Sentimental Swordsman" has a homonym with Xiao Fei. So, this guy chose

Got such a nickname.

Although Xiao Fei's level of activity in the forum cannot be compared with that of Shi Wen and Zhang Jin, several old gentlemen did remember him, so they greeted him warmly.

After the three new young people introduced themselves, the 'Changchun Master' who first met them introduced some old guys to them.

"This is 'Huogong Tutuo'. You can just call him 'Bald Donkey Hall Master' as you call me."

"This is 'Ding Busan' and 'Ding Busi'. In reality, they are just two brothers born to the same parents. You can just call them 'Busan' and 'Busi'!"

"This is a big shot, the famous 'Huang Zhonggong', our deputy gang leader..."

…

After being introduced one by one, the corners of the mouths of the three brothers twitched and their cheeks became numb.

Originally, the three brothers were mentally prepared.

All three of them know that the younger people nowadays like animation, fantasy, and magic, and they like martial arts. Most of the people who have truly "survived" from the prosperous era of martial arts must be old men who are at least similar to themselves.

, not even old women.

But these three brothers never thought that the old man would be so old! Even the few who came earlier than themselves are several years older than their father.

Moreover, according to what the three brothers heard, elderly people of this age should be relatively rigid and conservative. And based on their learning ability, it seems that they should stay away from computers.

But I didn't expect that these old netizens, at such an old age, would be among the first people to access the Internet in China.

You know, these grandpa figures are all forum elders who have been here since the opening of the "Xia Ke Front". That was more than ten years ago, and the computers in China were not even Pentiums, even 486.
Chapter completed!