A quarter of an hour later, after getting rid of the last puppet, Luo Jiujiang half-knelt on the ground with his sword in his hand, not wanting to say a word: if he even breathed a little harder, his whole body would be in excruciating pain.

Just now, he bravely took a blow from behind, and took the opportunity to use his sharp knife to pry a decisive gap between several puppets. However, how could flesh and blood withstand the cold steel? The blow was so heavy and fierce that Luo Jiujiang's internal organs trembled and he almost felt like his lungs were about to burst.

The wound on his back slowed down Luo Jiujiang's ability to dodge with his sword, and he didn't find a chance to kill the third puppet for a long time. During this time, due to his sluggish body movements, he was inevitably hit by a few sticks.

——From this, it can be seen that Luo Cang's heart is indeed harder than steel. Just now, Luo Jiujiang was forced to use his left arm to hold a stick at his eyebrows. Suddenly, he felt a sharp pain in his radius and heard a cracking sound in his ears. It turned out that the bone was almost broken.

However, Luo Cang sat firmly in his wheelchair, his body not moving at all, and his expression not changing at all. If Luo Jiujiang hadn't been strong and quick-witted, using his almost numb left arm to support the puppet behind him, first using the handle of his knife to force it back, and then stabbing the puppet in front of him, who knows how many bones he would have broken before Luo Cang intervened.

After taking a deep breath after the most painful blow, Luo Jiujiang raised his head and forced a smile, saying, "Master, do you have any medicine?" If he didn't apply some good medicine to this wound, he probably wouldn't be able to get out of bed tomorrow.

"There is medicinal wine."

Luo Cang slowly wheeled his wheelchair over to Luo Jiujiang's side, patiently waiting for him to unbutton his shirt, revealing his back. Luo Jiujiang had just been hit hard on the left arm, and even the finest movements in his fingers were still clumsy. As he pulled off his shirt, he glanced back. The spot on his back where he'd been struck by the club had now become a vast, spiderweb-like patch of bruises.

Luo Cang's eyes softened a bit, but his movements were still merciless. He unscrewed the lid of the medicinal wine and gave Luo Jiujiang a back massage to stimulate blood circulation. The force of his hands made Luo Jiujiang shiver with pain.

In order to avoid the embarrassment of baring his teeth, Luo Jiujiang randomly found a topic that made him resentful: "Master, are these five puppets really practicing the Buddhist way?"

"I'm not lying to you, they are indeed Buddhist practitioners." Luo Cang pressed down on Luo Jiujiang's shoulders to prevent him from breaking free. "But their moves are imitating those of the Buddhist practitioners of the Six Livestock Path. I'm afraid I forgot to tell you this."

Luo Jiujiang: "...Master, your wording is so elegant." Most people don't call the Six Animals Path Buddhist practices, they usually call them cults!

"I'm surprised you were able to stop all five puppets." Pushing away the blood clot on Luo Jiujiang's back, Luo Cang pulled Luo Jiujiang's left arm and frowned slightly after just one glance. "But you were too reckless when dealing with the second puppet. You shouldn't have used your back to withstand that blow."

"In that situation, there is no other way." Luo Jiujiang curled the corner of his mouth - Luo Cang changed a new "medicine" on his arm. It didn't hurt when he applied it, but it made his bones sore and itchy.

Luo Cang shook his head: "There is another way. Do you want me to tell you, or do you want to think about it yourself?"

"Then let me go back and think about it. If I still don't understand by tomorrow, please ask Master to tell me." After treating the wounds on his back and arms, Luo Jiujiang put on his clothes again and shook the hem of his clothes, "Huh?"

It was Luo Cang who handed the bottle of medicinal wine and a medicine bottle to him.

"Keep it." Luo Cang said briefly, "Otherwise, do you still want to trouble me to treat your wounds every time?"

"I dare not, I dare not. Thank you very much, Master." Luo Jiujiang said he dared not, but he smiled: the two kinds of "medicine" given to him by Luo Cang were really good. The wounds on his body had just been treated for less than a cup of tea, but the swelling and pain in his body had been swept away.

Judging from the other party's boldness in using tilia leaves to cook breakfast, these two "medicines" probably have some merits.

Just as Luo Cang turned his wheelchair to signal Luo Jiujiang to follow, Luo Qi came running over from a distance, waving: "Luo Ge - Luo Ge -"

"What's wrong? Don't be anxious, tell me slowly." Luo Jiujiang took two steps forward and saw that his cousin who always liked to follow him looked frightened.

"Finally found you!" Luo Qi grabbed Luo Jiujiang's sleeve, gasping for breath, barely squeezing out half a breath from his lungs, "Brother Luo, Brother Han's mother... is gone."

"What?!"

This has already started counting.

Luo Jiujiang ran away. If he hadn't been related to Luo Cang, he would have cursed this man's ancestors in his heart in the blink of an eye.

Of course, he wouldn't mind going against Luo Cang when he was alone, but Han Qianling was different after all. He had no parents and no clan to back him up. If he really went against Luo Cang, he would either be bullied or suffer unnecessary wrath.

So in less than half a minute, Han Qianling was standing in front of Luo Cang.

Luo Cang was surprised that Luo Jiujiang didn't stick to him. He sensed it for a moment, and the next second, he was so angry that he laughed.

"Your friend is a bit too versatile."

On a big tree more than ten feet behind Luo Cang, a person was lying on a branch with a fully drawn slingshot pointed at the back of his head. Who else could it be but Luo Jiujiang?

While Luo Cang was talking to Han Qianling, he mentally assessed Luo Jiujiang's position. The three of them formed a roughly straight line. If he did anything to Han Qianling, Luo Jiujiang could just release the fully drawn slingshot, swinging it with the vines, and be able to attack or defend.

If Luo Cang's attack speed was slightly slower, Luo Jiujiang would be able to move to Han Qianling's side in just two or three snaps of his fingers and run away with him. During this period, each landing place was covered by a large tree, which was convenient for defense and also provided a convenient place to collect materials. It was really amazing.

As for the one before him, it also had its own "brilliance." Having his accomplice's plan exposed, most people would have been at least a little embarrassed, but Han Qianling simply stood there calmly, his expression extremely generous, as if Luo Jiujiang's plan was the most upright one.

Luo Cang didn't care what Han Qianling was thinking. He just asked, "What kind of books does he usually read? Does he read military strategy?"

They were all prepared for the other party to use this as an excuse to attack, but they didn't expect Luo Cang to play by his own rules. Han Qianling frowned, but still answered truthfully: "Jiujiang reads a lot of books, and I've seen him read the Art of War."

"Hmm." Luo Cang pondered for a moment, then asked a few more questions about Luo Jiujiang's usual habits.

Seeing that the other party was still unable to get to the point, Han Qianling suspected that he was being embarrassed. Luo Cang was, after all, a guest of the Luo family, and Han Qianling did not want to stalemate him, so he simply took a step back and gave Luo Cang a way out.

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