The sky is white, and the hot sunlight rising from the edge of the sand dunes shines on the ground. It is not the usual golden luster, but a bright red.
As Meng Fuhua said, when the sun rises, these desert gray wolves begin to retreat slowly.
That night, Li Shang killed hundreds of wolves with his heavy sword. He was covered in blood and looked quite ferocious. However, he ignored his own appearance. After cleaning the edgeless heavy sword in his hand with clean water, he put it into the sword box.
Set it up.
Then he took a bucket of hot water from Qin Kunyu's hand and wiped his body carefully.
Compared with Li Shang, Qin Kunyu is too calm.
Wearing a white robe with not even dust stained on it, he is a handsome young man who arouses the hearts of women.
"Brother Li Shang, next time you draw your sword, remember to attach your true energy to your hands, so that you won't grind the tiger's mouth."
Qin Kunyu pointed to the inside of his thumb and continued: "After you wipe off the blood on your body, ask your sister A Li for some ointment to apply on it, so that it will heal faster."
Li Chang's hair was wet and spread over her shoulders, and she nodded slightly, "Brother Kunyu, thank you for the reminder."
"With a little effort, Lin Yanli is a cultivator, and his body is much stronger than that of ordinary people. Maybe he forgot to teach you the skills. Today I told you, don't use your hands when using the sword for a long time in the future.
I'm injured." Qin Kunyu waved his robe, indicating that the matter was of no importance and Li Shang did not need to be so polite.
Li Chang finished cleaning the blood stains on his body and followed Qin Kunyu to the carriage where Lin Yanli was.
Lin Yanli was sitting outside the carriage. The shadows on the ground stretched long under the sunlight. When she saw the two approaching, she clapped her hands and said, "Li Shang, your swordsmanship is still a bit rusty and you need more practice."
After saying that, Lin Yanli put his left hand into his right sleeve, took out a small porcelain bottle and threw it into Li Shang's arms.
"Remember to apply the golden sore medicine evenly."
Li Chang's heart warmed, and he carefully opened the cork of the porcelain bottle, dug out a small piece from it with his fingers, and lightly applied it on the tiger's mouth.
The ointment had a miraculous effect. In less than ten breaths, the tiger's mouth was scabbed and stained a dark reddish brown color.
It is worthy of being a fairy, and its efficacy is divine!
Li Zhujiu squatted in front of a wooden cage, poking at the gray wolf in the cage with his fingers, and said: "These wolves in the desert are very similar to ferocious beasts. They all rush forward without fear of death, aren't they?
If you die, I will die."
Lin Yanli swayed slightly on her feet. After stretching, she jumped from the car to the sand. She took off her robe and handed it to Li Shang. She said leisurely: "There is still a difference. At least these wolves
The crowd is not that scary.”
Both little girls have been to the city many times, especially Li Zhujiu, the daughter of the local swordsman Li Kuai. She has been to the city many times more than Lin Yanli, and she has a deeper impression of the ferocious beasts.
When I was a child, ferocious beasts existed in the mouths of those seniors. At that time, several children moved a low stool together and sat at the entrance of the alley, listening to the passing old swordsman recounting his glorious and heroic appearance back then.
When she first went to the top of the city, she could see many dark heads of ferocious beasts from a distance. It was only then that she had some impression of the ferocious beasts.
Lin Yanli lowered his body, ignoring the fear in the gray wolf's eyes, and raised his palm to stroke its back, "If those ferocious beasts could be dealt with easily by these gray wolves, you wouldn't have to leave your hometown."
Li Zhujiu fell silent. After a while, he raised his head and grinned: "If the ferocious beasts were so easy to deal with, I wouldn't know you anymore!"
"That seems reasonable!" Lin Yanli tilted her head, stretched out her palm towards Li Zhujiu, and pulled Li Zhujiu up from the ground.
On the other side, Meng Fuhua was taking care of the wounded. This time, fifteen people from the Shuiyun Gang came walking through the desert. Except for Meng Fuhua, the rest of them were more or less colorful.
The old man wearing a bamboo hat had a white satin wrapped around his right leg, and the bright red streak on it was very eye-catching.
The man in black was injured and holding a spear, and the muscles in his arms could not stop shaking. This was not fear, but an unconscious shaking after exhaustion.
The two were the most skilled in martial arts and suffered relatively minor injuries, while the others were not so lucky.
Liu Jiu's arms were wrapped in white silk, and there was traces of blood in the gaps between the bindings.
On the other side, the young man who had teased Liu Jiu earlier was lying on the wooden board, howling very loudly. After groaning for a while, he said to the middle-aged man next to him: "Uncle Wang, don't you feel any pain?"
The middle-aged man patted the young man's thigh with his big hand, and the young man cried out "ouch" in pain.
"Uncle Wang, be gentle, those beasts ripped off two pieces of meat from my legs."
The middle-aged man grinned and said, "You're a lucky kid. I just went to count and there were hundreds of wolf carcasses lying around. Normally, if we people like us encounter so many wolves, we'd be damned early."
He was dragged away and fed into the belly of an animal."
When the young man heard this, his eyes widened and he said in a trembling voice: "Hundreds of wolves? How many of us are there? Including the two little brothers over there, we can only fight seventeen people, that is to say
, let’s deal with this number alone?”
The middle-aged man looked at the young man's spread-out fingers and couldn't help but laugh.
He pulled out a bronze pipe from a bag, knocked it on the wooden board where the young man was lying a few times, poured out the dregs inside, twisted some tobacco and stuffed it in, lit it, and took a puff.
"It's dark at night, and you can't see much with just a few torches. It's not strange for one person to kill a dozen hungry wolves. However, someone did give me a hand last night, otherwise you would have to dig me out of the wolf's belly now."
The middle-aged man puffed away the smoke and narrowed his eyes in enjoyment. He poured out the sparkling cigarette residue, pointed at the old man in the bamboo hat and the man in black and said: "Uncle Yao and Dong Lie are very capable, maybe
They have taken care of most of the wolves. I heard that Uncle Yao is going to hide behind the scenes and teach his disciples after this trip. Why don't you go become a master and learn his martial arts skills?"
The young man spread his hands and said angrily: "I do want to learn, but with my body, can Uncle Yao like me?"
The two of them chatted nonsensically one after another, and when they were talking about which inn in Gusha City had the best meat-flavored wine, the young man suddenly sat up from the wooden board, and it turned out that Meng Fuhua had arrived beside him.
The second young lady of the Shuiyun Gang is the dream lover of countless young people in Licheng. Although she is a little older than other young girls, her age has its advantages, and she is one more than those impatient girls.
Mature and gentle, it is very comfortable to get along with.
The temperature was getting higher, and Meng Fuhua had taken off her thick clothes, revealing an elegant long skirt with a light blue color underneath. The belt was tied around her slender waist, which outlined her slender waist just right. Her long white and straight legs were shining in the sun.
There is a gleaming luster underneath.
The breeze blows on my face and the fragrance hits my nose.
The young man swallowed, with a hint of embarrassment on his cheeks, "Miss, I made you laugh!"