When facing the old knife, Lu Qianyu always couldn't find a suitable name.

He would love to call him old brother, the age is appropriate. However, the two of them were strangers before this, and he called him so, which was almost suspicious. So, he still planned to call him by his name.

"Old knife!" Lu Qianyu beckoned to his shadow, and he said, "We are waiting for you to come back." ”

As he spoke, the old knife approached, and his face showed a trace of tiredness in the light of the horse lamp.

The wind roared mercilessly outside the cabin, and the waves gently beat against the wood of the ship's hull. On deck came the sound of the sailors' trumpets, who were throwing the heavy ropes of the great ship ashore, and then tied to the wooden stakes by the labor of the shore.

So, the boat came to a slow stop.

"I know what you want to ask. The old knife spoke straight and straight, and he was indeed very tired now. There were two reasons why he wanted to fall asleep. The first is from the masked man's task, and the second is from the instinct of the body. "I can tell you, but you need to keep it secret, it's important to you. The old knife god said mysteriously. Then, he walked around behind Lu Qianyu.

"Actually, I shouldn't have asked. Lu Qianyu felt that the old knife was lifting the clothes on his back, and he said, "I'm just a little curious." ”

"Life is always full of countless curiosities, but not everything has answers. The old knife said with a sigh. Lu Qianyu admitted that he answered perfectly, successfully circumvented many of Lu Qianyu's questions, and saved himself from spitting. "I'll look at your wounds, knife, and go get the lantern. The old knife's hand touched the wound on Lu Qianyu's back, and when his fingers slashed, Lu Qianyu felt as if there was a worm crawling on his back, and suddenly, the itch was unbearable.

So, Lu Qianyu laughed a few times. "I'm sorry, I'm not used to it. At this time, the knife came with a lantern, and he said, "Old knife, you light." ”

"Daddy, how is Big Brother?" Knife leaned his face over, but he didn't realize the seriousness of the problem.

"Festering. The old knife pressed Lu Qianyu's wound and asked, "Does it hurt?"

He shook his head and said truthfully, "It doesn't hurt." Lu Qianyu couldn't see his wounds, he thought it was good if he didn't feel the pain, so he asked, "If it festers, it should be serious, right?"

"It's a hidden weapon!" the old knife fumbled for a small bottle of medicine in his arms, poured the powder into his hand, and said, "Fortunately, it's not poisonous, but it's not optimistic." ”

"Can't die, right?" Lu Qianyu felt something spilled on the wound, the pain was obvious, he bit his lip, tried to keep his composure, and asked, "Old knife, why is your medicine so magical?"

"Who doesn't have a life-saving skill to walk the rivers and lakes?" the old knife pulled down Lu Qianyu's clothes, and he said, "Okay, try not to get wet, if the festering continues, I can't let you go." ”

Lu Qianyu was surprised, he thought that the problem was not as serious as Lao Dao said. However, the old knife just came down with this set, which reminded Lu Qianyu of the waves.

At the beginning, in the reeds, thanks to the careful care of Langliu, before and after the saddle, the medicine and water were sent to make him get better so quickly.

Thinking of this, Lu Qianyu couldn't help but be gloomy, and he asked himself, "Langliu, where is it, is he still alive?"

The old knife went around to the front, handed the small bottle over, and said, "You take this, I gave it to you before, these are all life-saving medicines." However, there is a premise that you survive. ”

"Thank you!" Lu Qianyu didn't want to accept it, he had received too much favor from the old knife. He is afraid that he will not be able to pay off this account in the future, and what he is most afraid of is owing favors. Since the old knife was kind and difficult, and the medicine was indeed useful, Lu Qianyu had to reluctantly accept it. With a smile on his face, he said, "You gave me all the medicine, what will you use in the future?"

"I have my own way. The old knife smiled, his ears were listening to the situation outside the cabin at the same time, he yawned and said, "The ship has stopped, you can rest first! ”

"Daddy. Knife happily asked, "Aren't you coming with us?"

"Daddy has more important things. The old knife touched the head of the knife, and then walked outside. When he was about to walk to the hatch, he turned around and smiled at Lu Qianyu and said, "If you believe me, don't run around, your injuries are very worrying!"

Lu Qianyu had already made up his mind, but he didn't want to delay, due to time and injury, he had to stay for another night, he nodded in thanks, "I accepted your kindness." ”

"For your own good. With that, the old knife walked out of the cabin. Then, Lu Qianyu vaguely heard him chant again, "The rivers and lakes are not as good as I imagined, nor are they as bad as I see." Hmph, rivers and lakes, rivers and lakes with a bunch of dick hair!"

"Did you hear that?" Lu Qianyu asked the knife.

"What?"

"Your dad said that. ”

He said that the rivers and lakes are a dick hair. Knife laughed.

"Vulgar!"

The wind swept the grass clippings through the broken door and slammed against the window paper, making a whimper, like a woman's cry.

The waves were in his sleep, and he felt someone caressing his face.

So, he opened his eyes vigilantly, and saw a pair of calloused hands, and a beggar-like man holding a water-stained towel, looking at him cautiously, the water on the towel dripping down.

He was indeed a beggar! Despite the dim light, the waves recognized him at a glance. To be precise, Langliu recognized him a year ago, and he was Langliu's lifesaver.

A year ago, when he first arrived in Linzhou, he encountered deadly malaria and fainted in a ditch outside the city. It was this merciful old man who pulled him out of the ghost gate and, like now, miraculously revived him with a wet towel.

"Did I wake you up?" the old beggar folded the towel into long strips and placed it on the forehead of the waves. A chill hits the waves, making them very comfortable. He stretched out his aching arm, smiled at the old beggar, and heard him say again, "Don't get up, you've been asleep for days." ”

So, Langliu lay down very relieved.

His head was covered with dusty cobwebs, and the wind was blowing, and the dust was falling down. To his left was a three-legged table of eight immortals, one leg supported by a branch, and several broken bowls on it. To his right was a statue with a missing arm, five or six men tall, revealing a hideous face to him. Beneath his feet was a pile of warm hay that stung the wound on his back.

The wave returned to a place that was familiar to him, the mountain temple ten miles outside the city.

"Why are you so badly wounded?" said the old beggar, sitting in front of him, and a beam of moonlight shone in through the doorway. Grass clippings flew in the light, and a few fell to his fluffy hair. He reached out to pluck the grass clippings and said with a smile, "Don't look at me like that, you're still alive." ”

"Old Tan. ”

"Huh!"

"You've saved me again!" the waves couldn't do anything. His face was full of gratitude, and he remembered that he had some silver taels on him, and he said, "You touch my pocket." ”

Old Tan did so, and when he touched some broken silver, he said in surprise, "What are you doing?"

"You take it!" Wave closed his eyes in shame, and said solemnly, "I have nothing to give you." ”

"Silly boy. Old Tan said, "I want this money, what's the use?" So, he threw the money on the ground and threw it into the air like a handful of melon seeds.

At this time, several people immediately rushed up and ransacked all the money on the ground. They are the other beggars who live here, the temporary owners of the mountain temple.

Langliu watched very embarrassed as the two beggars scuffled together for grabbing silver. One guy grabbed the other by the hair, and the other punched him. The opponent kicked him, and he gave the opponent another punch. The two of them not only fought, but also cursed. All the way to the outside. Soon, several beggars ran out of the house, and the outcome of the battle became even more confusing. Soon after, moans came along with laughter.

"What are you doing here? Take the money and buy something good. Wave reproached.

Who knows, Lao Tan actually showed a very impatient look, he said, "You really think I'm a beggar?"

"You're not a beggar?"

"I eat what is in the sky, drink what is on the earth, sleep in the moonlight, walk in the sun, I have no desires, how can I be a beggar?" Lao Tan's words were full of profound meaning, which surprised the waves, what is this like the words of a beggar? This is clearly the truth of heaven and earth that can only be understood by a saint who has seen through the mortal world.

"You're not a beggar!" said Wander affirmed, "You're a tall man, but how long have I slept?"

"Three days!" replied Lao Tan, "there have been several times when you almost lost your breath, and I saved you." He said proudly.

"Can I sit up?" said Langliu.

Old Tan shook his head, "You have a wound on your buttocks!"

"Damn!" Langliu felt a lot of pain in his buttocks, the kind of pain that drilled his heart, and there seemed to be a slit in his buttocks. I don't know if it's blood or feces on his pants, so it's like a piece of cowhide. He seriously doubted that it was most likely shit!, and he couldn't help but curse, "Which one of the three people did it to my ass?"

"Who knows. Lao Tan handed over a steamed bun like a trick and asked, "Do you want to eat some?"

"Quick. Wandering as he struggled, he said, "Do me a favor and help me up." ”

"You have a wound on your butt and you can't walk. Lao Tan said.

"Then I'll crawl. ”