The injured was in extreme pain at this time, and his hands and feet were struggling violently, but Lin Fengjin! pressed him down. After a while, he suddenly screamed, and suddenly saw several streams of pus and blood shooting out of the sores on his face.
The pus and blood actually gathered in the filth basin and never dispersed, forming a lifelike spider shape that kept swimming.
This treatment method is very similar to the poison used to treat snake ghosts. In fact, Lin Fengjin came up with it through trial and error. Unexpectedly, it seems to be useful.
"Miasma Spider One" Lin Fengjin took a breath and said.
The miasma spider is Xirong's secret technique. It refines the miasma of death in the valley and then attacks the opponent, injuring people invisibly. It is as if they are unconscious. It is equivalent to giving a soul to the invisible miasma. It is very dangerous.
Incomparable. However, there are also natural miasma spiders, but they can only be encountered in the humid forests of southern Xinjiang.
It seems that this person must not have noticed when he was infected. After a few hours, he would have a fever and become comatose. Then the area on his back where the miasma spider had invaded would become red and swollen, and sores would begin to form. Medicines and the like would be ineffective because they would be infected by the spirit.
The spiritual miasma spider sucks it up directly!
At this time, Lin Fengjin took advantage of the more filthy environment to lure the miasma spider out of his body, and the facial sore became an ordinary malignant sore. Lin Fengjin ordered people to take out the basin of filth and deep
Bury it and start cutting the sore with a sterilized knife.
This sore was extremely harmful. When Lin Fengjin cut open the skin with a knife, it was as if he was cutting through tofu. The flesh and blood inside turned into tofu-like filth, which smelled very unpleasant.
The smell is astounding.
While Lin Fengjin was cutting, he had someone rinse the wound with strong liquor and squeeze out the pus and blood. The poor man woke up again in pain and screamed miserably, but he was immediately knocked unconscious by Lin Fengjin.
After Lin Fengjin scraped off the sores and rotten flesh on the human face, he actually dug out a fist-sized hole on his back, which was even more bloody and bloody. Five or six basins of blood were washed away. Lin Fengjin
After squeezing out the pus and blood, rinse with clean water, and finally fill it with Yunnan Baiyao and other dry powdered medicines that promote muscle growth and stop bleeding, and finally everything is done.
Next, Lin Fengjin fed him a few drops of extracted Cistanche deserticola and Cordyceps sinensis essence to help him get back on track. He also asked his tribe to get some cow dung flowers from the grassland, put them in clean water, and then process them.
The wounds on the rest of his body were bandaged one by one, and he was placed in a ventilated felt bag and allowed to fall asleep.
At this time, Lin Fengjin went to interrogate the captured people of the Batai tribe. It didn't take long to find out that this man was also "picked up" from the north by the herdsmen of the Batai tribe. Although this man was weak at that time, he was still alive.
He was still conscious and asked for water from the herdsmen of the Batai tribe. However, the two sides had a quarrel. He killed three herdsmen on the spot and then fled on horseback. Naturally, the people of the Batai tribe refused to give up and found someone to chase them.
, when they found him, they found that he had fallen under the horse and was unconscious. His high fever did not go away, so he was temporarily locked up.
Lin Fengjin thought for a while and said:
"His belongings must have been taken away by people from the Badai tribe. Langtu, go ask and bring me this person's belongings. If there are any valuable things that will cause losses to our tribe, I will
Compensation for five sheep and five horses.”
The wolf standing next to him bowed and then retreated. Originally, the rule on the grassland was that except for the things handed in, the rest of the trophies were sacred and inviolable. Even the clan leader could not directly let people take them out.
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But since Lin Fengjin tamed Mr. Lan, his status among the Sanli tribe has become almost that of a god. Everyone offered what he wanted in fear, and even the compensation he gave was not enough.
I want it!
Just when Lin Fengjin was about to take a closer look at the man's belongings, Taoist Fu, who was responsible for taking care of the unconscious man, had already rushed over and said:
"Master, the man's wound has edema and a severe fever. He is likely to die soon."
Lin Fengjin nodded confidently. After returning to his tent, he crushed the cow dung flowers collected by his tribe and added some white lime into them. He pounded them hard with a wooden stick, crushed them and put them in
In the water basin, I put some salt in the water basin, and then placed the water basin in the shade of the big tent.
Not long after, gadflies came around the water basin, and they were all the size of a finger! The gadflies on the grassland were particularly ferocious. They could pierce the skins of cattle and horses and suck blood. I don’t know why, but they came to lick them one after another.
The potion prepared by Lin Fengjin.
These gadflies licked happily at first, but then they began to vomit violently, vomiting all the dirt in their stomachs. When Lin Fengjin saw that it was almost time, he licked the juice of another kind of water chestnut.
After applying it near the wound of the wounded man, the gadflies that had vomited spread their wings and flew over one after another, attached to his wound and sucked blood. However, their belly swelled up with the sucking, and then they fell to the ground with a thud and died.
Already.!
Seeing more and more dead gadflies on the ground, Lin Fengjin's face became a little heavy. Suddenly, a gadfly full of blood flew up staggeringly, and then bumped into the ground like a drunkard.
On the pillar, it then circled a few times and flew up again, and finally flew out.
Next is the second one, and the third one.
Seeing this scene, Lin Fengjin's face finally relaxed, and the poison and yin lurking in the wound were finally sucked out. He wiped off the water chestnut juice on the man's back and saw that the wound on his back had already
It was obvious that he had improved a lot, and then Lin Fengjin began to look through his belongings in a very unceremonious manner:
There is a sword with the words "The fragrance of plum blossoms comes from the bitter cold" on it. It is worth mentioning that Lin Fengjin found that the hilt of this sword was quite heavily worn, which shows that this person spent a certain amount of time practicing swordsmanship.
Quite a few. And the blade of that sword was filled with evil energy, and it came towards my face, which showed that it must have killed many people.
A book bag, containing the book "The Doctrine of the Mean". The content of this book is not much different from the popular " Doctrine of the Mean " in the world, but the text of this book is very sophisticated, and a kind of mellowness can be seen in the writing.
The meaning is that the turning points and lines are like flowing clouds and flowing water, logically and in one go.
After Lin Fengjin read it, he even felt that once the person who wrote the handwriting picked up the pen, even if thunder fell from the sky immediately in his ears, it would never be able to interrupt his thoughts and writing. If he followed this book
If you copy it, it will be very helpful for writing and even regulating your mood. But on the last page there are eight words written "The old man from three provinces gave it to his disciple Wen Chuan".
Of course Lin Fengjin knew that the origin of "three provinces" was "three provinces a day", but adding the word "old man" after it was completely confusing. Because there are too many literati nowadays, they often have to give themselves several numbers, just
It seems that code writers often like to create a few vests to show the same reason.
He thought about it carefully and put the book into his arms rudely. Lin Fengjin was worried that he didn't have a copybook that could be used to practice calligraphy. Now that a copybook was delivered to his door, how could he put it away in vain?
Pass.
The matter between this man and the Batai tribe was also very clear. He asked the herdsmen of the Batai tribe for water. After the herdsmen gave them water, he bought horses from them, but only got a little more than one tael of silver! The herdsmen did not
Selling, the two sides got into a dispute and started fighting. In Lin Fengjin's view, this man was very ruthless. The herdsmen gave him water first, but he actually killed three people in a row just because of the quarrel. This kind of behavior was unacceptable, so Lin Fengjin
Feng Jin didn't intend to treat him for nothing, so he just treated this book as a medical fee.
There was also a letter in the book bag, which was obviously written by someone else. Lin Fengjin took it and read it carefully, thinking deeply as he read it.
After reading the letter, Lin Fengjin saw that the man's condition had almost stabilized, so he called for people to carry him out. The weather was hot at this time, and the man was locked in the animal shed. The smell all over his body was unimaginable.
Knowing that although Lin Fengjin didn't have any mysophobia, he also didn't like smelling bad smells, so he asked someone to clean him.
After sitting in his big tent for a while, Lin Fengjin didn't know why, but he always felt a little uneasy, so he wanted to go out for a walk to get some fresh air. As soon as he walked to the tent, he heard the sound of splashing water and two people.
A maid's chat:
"This man smells really bad, as if he had just been fished out of a cesspit. This is the fourth basin of water."
"He seems to be a Han Chinese, but Mr. Lin is also a Han Chinese, and he is much prettier than him."
"Hey, I just washed his feet and discovered something very strange."
When Lin Fengjin heard these words, his pupils suddenly shrank, and his body stiffened. Then he opened the curtain and walked out. He looked inside the felt bag next to him. When he walked out, he already had some thoughts.
He called Lang Tu directly and said:
"I heard that our Sanli Department has accepted several vassal tribes?"
Langtu was stunned for a moment, nodded and said:
"Yes, this is the case."
Lin Fengjin said:
"Help me find a small tribe with about fifty households or less. If you don't recognize me, come and help me with this matter. Well, help me find some herbs. I need to change my appearance."
The Hulan tribe is a very small tribe.
The people who make up the tribe are almost all relatives. Although the eldest Haji in the tribe often repeats that the tribe even exceeded ten thousand people at its most glorious time, this does not change the fact that the entire tribe is declining day by day.
In fact, the only way for them to live peacefully now is to actively rely on them.